I had just become acquainted with a person very few people would ever meet. A transparent, hard to see character with dark hair and stunning eyes whom most little girls would be frightened of. He, however, was scared instead. He had an extended fear that I have never felt или seen before. I did not understand this situation at all. I was only five, so I thought since I was human, he shouldn't be afraid of me. But that is not what he was actually afraid of. After all, he used to be human himself. He would not be so terribly startled of me being human. But he was alarmed by something about me. He was terrified because I could see him, because I offered my hand, because I didn't care that he wasn't human. Perhaps he questioned if I myself was human. Alas, he faded away into the dark nothingness. Leaving me to stare at a black wall. But that would not be the last I'd hear from the mysterious figure. After all, I wouldn't be telling this story if it ended there.
One год later
By now I was in Pre Kindergarden. I had nearly forgotten about him. The key word being nearly. He, whoever, WHATever he was now gone from my life, или so I thought. I sometimes thought about him, even though I passed him up as a dream by now.
I loved going to school. Like most kids in that grade did. I started to think maybe I wasn't too different since other kids loved school. Even though I was wrong, it was a comphorting way of thinking. But what six год old wouldn't Любовь this classroom? The white and red walls with smiling posters of adorable animals. Not to mention the teacher, she was a tall cheery woman who loved childeren. I, unlike anyone else, loved her cluelessness. She had firery short hair and was sweeter than chocolate. If I was any older this would be creepy. Someone whos just too happy, it's just strangs. Her distracted eyes were always looking around and sparkiling whenever somone talked to her. I also loved how this teacher was always distracted. She harldy bothered anyone. It was like heaven, and it was my sanctuary from home. I hated home. No one loved me there, Ты could feel the neglect rise off of me like steam over boiling water. Maybe the neglect was in my head though. They talked to me, they fed me, they сказал(-а) they loved me. But it never felt...true, real, belivible. I think this might be because I just felt detached from the two I call my parents. I am unsure of why but I always felt that their thoughts didn't match there words. I look back and I was not being neglected. I was just being over worrried about. They were worried about me ever since I was five years old and was searching for someone who they couldn't see. They were so worried, I think they OVER loved me. Giving me the impression it was false love. With that сказал(-а) school became my Главная untill one dreadful day.
We were all building block towers, mine was the tallest tower in the class. It consisted of fourty-nine six inch blocks. A child had seen my tower, he was very jelous of the hight. Especially since he could never balence his, they always fell after ten blocks were stacked. The teacher would let us leave our buildings standing proud untill the end of school. So instead of eating with everyone else I went over to eat my lunch Далее to my tower, I was so proud of it! Tallest in the class, a true acomplishment for someone my age. Then the boy came over when the always distracted teacher needed to leave for a conversation with a man I never saw before and the young boy had threatend me in class. I may have been young, but this boy was twice my hight, and dressed in dark Цвета already. Untill that day, I had only seen teenagers who dress that way. His were eyes full of rage, the rage of jelousy. Which everyone knows, is the worst kind, Далее to betrayel. He wanted me to give him my Шоколад chip cookie in return for my tower being too tall. I told him that "It's not my fault Ты can't balence the blocks right." And that set him off, He hit my on the back of my head. Most people would have дана him the cookie and ran. But I stood there, faceing him. I would not back down on a fight that easy. It's just my nature, it was even the way I was raised. Далее he violently pulled on my long wavy midnight black hair. And Started tearing on my blood red dress. Threatening to kill me with a lego box. I know this all sounds rediculous. A lego box? Really? But I was only six, and having this done to Ты is trumatic. He could be threating me with a подушка and I'd still be scared. The Bright, cheery place I loved so dearly, my sanctuary, my home, my heaven, had then become a living hell. The smileing posters seemed to mock my helplessness now. Again, thats was also all in my head. But anything smileing at that moment looked like it was thinking "HA! He is stronger than you, and you're going to die!" I wanted to scream but the bully had his dry hand over my mouth. I thought I my life was going to end that day. Untill, suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, there he was! The figure from a год ago. I remembered him now, he wasn't just a dream! He was furious with the boys actions and ran over to me and knocked my skysraper of wood right on вверх of him. The startled boy was afraid the clueless teacher had heard the crash and ran away to sit with his friends. The figure who had resqued me seemed to have worry in his empty eyes. "I'm Matt." The figure whispered. "I'm Elizabeth." I whispered back. "Who are Ты talking to Elizabeth? Come over for story time!" I walked over to my red-headed teacher. "No one Miss. Snyder." She smiled her big toothy smile at me. Unknowing what had actually happened.
One год later
By now I was in Pre Kindergarden. I had nearly forgotten about him. The key word being nearly. He, whoever, WHATever he was now gone from my life, или so I thought. I sometimes thought about him, even though I passed him up as a dream by now.
I loved going to school. Like most kids in that grade did. I started to think maybe I wasn't too different since other kids loved school. Even though I was wrong, it was a comphorting way of thinking. But what six год old wouldn't Любовь this classroom? The white and red walls with smiling posters of adorable animals. Not to mention the teacher, she was a tall cheery woman who loved childeren. I, unlike anyone else, loved her cluelessness. She had firery short hair and was sweeter than chocolate. If I was any older this would be creepy. Someone whos just too happy, it's just strangs. Her distracted eyes were always looking around and sparkiling whenever somone talked to her. I also loved how this teacher was always distracted. She harldy bothered anyone. It was like heaven, and it was my sanctuary from home. I hated home. No one loved me there, Ты could feel the neglect rise off of me like steam over boiling water. Maybe the neglect was in my head though. They talked to me, they fed me, they сказал(-а) they loved me. But it never felt...true, real, belivible. I think this might be because I just felt detached from the two I call my parents. I am unsure of why but I always felt that their thoughts didn't match there words. I look back and I was not being neglected. I was just being over worrried about. They were worried about me ever since I was five years old and was searching for someone who they couldn't see. They were so worried, I think they OVER loved me. Giving me the impression it was false love. With that сказал(-а) school became my Главная untill one dreadful day.
We were all building block towers, mine was the tallest tower in the class. It consisted of fourty-nine six inch blocks. A child had seen my tower, he was very jelous of the hight. Especially since he could never balence his, they always fell after ten blocks were stacked. The teacher would let us leave our buildings standing proud untill the end of school. So instead of eating with everyone else I went over to eat my lunch Далее to my tower, I was so proud of it! Tallest in the class, a true acomplishment for someone my age. Then the boy came over when the always distracted teacher needed to leave for a conversation with a man I never saw before and the young boy had threatend me in class. I may have been young, but this boy was twice my hight, and dressed in dark Цвета already. Untill that day, I had only seen teenagers who dress that way. His were eyes full of rage, the rage of jelousy. Which everyone knows, is the worst kind, Далее to betrayel. He wanted me to give him my Шоколад chip cookie in return for my tower being too tall. I told him that "It's not my fault Ты can't balence the blocks right." And that set him off, He hit my on the back of my head. Most people would have дана him the cookie and ran. But I stood there, faceing him. I would not back down on a fight that easy. It's just my nature, it was even the way I was raised. Далее he violently pulled on my long wavy midnight black hair. And Started tearing on my blood red dress. Threatening to kill me with a lego box. I know this all sounds rediculous. A lego box? Really? But I was only six, and having this done to Ты is trumatic. He could be threating me with a подушка and I'd still be scared. The Bright, cheery place I loved so dearly, my sanctuary, my home, my heaven, had then become a living hell. The smileing posters seemed to mock my helplessness now. Again, thats was also all in my head. But anything smileing at that moment looked like it was thinking "HA! He is stronger than you, and you're going to die!" I wanted to scream but the bully had his dry hand over my mouth. I thought I my life was going to end that day. Untill, suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, there he was! The figure from a год ago. I remembered him now, he wasn't just a dream! He was furious with the boys actions and ran over to me and knocked my skysraper of wood right on вверх of him. The startled boy was afraid the clueless teacher had heard the crash and ran away to sit with his friends. The figure who had resqued me seemed to have worry in his empty eyes. "I'm Matt." The figure whispered. "I'm Elizabeth." I whispered back. "Who are Ты talking to Elizabeth? Come over for story time!" I walked over to my red-headed teacher. "No one Miss. Snyder." She smiled her big toothy smile at me. Unknowing what had actually happened.
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another monday,at waysway high school. Vanessa for hated school for mainly for 1 reason. susan.katie.ashlee.the meanest,popular,and prettiest girls in the school.they always taunt vanessa for being different. people thought ashe was different for her personality,but,that wasnt the only reason.
there was only one girl who didnt care if she was different.kylie.kylie was the smartest gilr in school,thats why she got made fun of. she was a nerd. though she had no braces,gloasses,or anything.in fact,vanessa thought kylie was prettier than susan,ashle,or katie.
People think they know vanessa,but,they dont,not yet. she had a very terrible,scary,and strange experiance.when Ты hear it,it may seem like a dream,but,its all true.its not a lie.its not a tall tale.its a true story. 100% true
this the satory of Vanessa Colorado.
there was only one girl who didnt care if she was different.kylie.kylie was the smartest gilr in school,thats why she got made fun of. she was a nerd. though she had no braces,gloasses,or anything.in fact,vanessa thought kylie was prettier than susan,ashle,or katie.
People think they know vanessa,but,they dont,not yet. she had a very terrible,scary,and strange experiance.when Ты hear it,it may seem like a dream,but,its all true.its not a lie.its not a tall tale.its a true story. 100% true
this the satory of Vanessa Colorado.