My bike popped up a speed bump and sent me sailing вперед a few feet, until i landed and bumbped the last half a mile to my normal little house of the corner of Clock Street. I skidded to a stop and threw my bike in the garage, then went inside.
"Hey...Mom, I'm home!" I called. I called a few times after that, then i got into the кухня and saw the usual yellow sticky note on the fridge. "Off at work, very important, пицца in the fridge." I sighed and tore the stick night off, then ripped it up and chucked it in the trash.
I was up in my room on my laptop when it all began. There was a ding from the computer, giving me the signal that i had a new e-mail. I prayed it was from someone I could talk to a not some annoying spam offering me things i didn't need. When i clicked to see who the e-mail was from it opened up the usual page and took a few минуты to load. Then, there it was, right it my own inbox, the thing that would cause all of my troubles, not that i knew yet though. An e-mail marked simply "???". I was hesitant at first to open it, but i figured that the worst it could be was stupid advertisment. I could never have been еще wrong. The e-mail had only three sentences, no punctuation или capitalization, this is what it said, "for the Далее 25 years Ты will save the lives of 9125 people Ты are to begin at six o'clock pm a friend of yours will ask if Ты want to take a ciggarete say no and and tell him that Ты dont live like that he will say he understands and not ask any еще Ты will have saved his life" I stared at the e-mail for what seemed like hours. I looked at the clock, 5:46. This couldn't be realy, it was fake, it was a way to get people to stop smoking, i tried to reassure myself but something about the email seemed true to the very last word. It made me shiver.
5:59, i begin to make the пицца my mom had left in the fridge for me, a минута later there's a knock at me door, i go over and see it's my friend, Jason. I opened the door and he immediatly held up a pack of ciggaretes.
"Want one?" he asked mischeviously, " I just got them real cheap from a dealer in town. I looked at my watch and my mouth dropped open, exactly six o'clock. I took a moment, and was finally able to say:
"No...i don't live like that,". My friend nodded and walked away, i watched him go, then when he got far away he threw down the ciggarets and stomped on them. I just saved a life, i thought........
"Hey...Mom, I'm home!" I called. I called a few times after that, then i got into the кухня and saw the usual yellow sticky note on the fridge. "Off at work, very important, пицца in the fridge." I sighed and tore the stick night off, then ripped it up and chucked it in the trash.
I was up in my room on my laptop when it all began. There was a ding from the computer, giving me the signal that i had a new e-mail. I prayed it was from someone I could talk to a not some annoying spam offering me things i didn't need. When i clicked to see who the e-mail was from it opened up the usual page and took a few минуты to load. Then, there it was, right it my own inbox, the thing that would cause all of my troubles, not that i knew yet though. An e-mail marked simply "???". I was hesitant at first to open it, but i figured that the worst it could be was stupid advertisment. I could never have been еще wrong. The e-mail had only three sentences, no punctuation или capitalization, this is what it said, "for the Далее 25 years Ты will save the lives of 9125 people Ты are to begin at six o'clock pm a friend of yours will ask if Ты want to take a ciggarete say no and and tell him that Ты dont live like that he will say he understands and not ask any еще Ты will have saved his life" I stared at the e-mail for what seemed like hours. I looked at the clock, 5:46. This couldn't be realy, it was fake, it was a way to get people to stop smoking, i tried to reassure myself but something about the email seemed true to the very last word. It made me shiver.
5:59, i begin to make the пицца my mom had left in the fridge for me, a минута later there's a knock at me door, i go over and see it's my friend, Jason. I opened the door and he immediatly held up a pack of ciggaretes.
"Want one?" he asked mischeviously, " I just got them real cheap from a dealer in town. I looked at my watch and my mouth dropped open, exactly six o'clock. I took a moment, and was finally able to say:
"No...i don't live like that,". My friend nodded and walked away, i watched him go, then when he got far away he threw down the ciggarets and stomped on them. I just saved a life, i thought........
I have a secret: I'm afraid. I'm terribly afraid that I AM GOING TO DIE. I didn't ask for leukemia. Nor did I expect it. Especially not chronic myelogenous leukemia. Especially when chronic myelogenous leukemia tends to affect the OLDER males, and I'm only what, 14?
But do Ты know why it has to be a secret? I have a family: my dad and Jae, my youngest sister. [Yeah, I have two more, but, they're out of my life at the moment.] They cried their hearts out once I was diagnosed. They were afraid that they'd lose another family member--after all, my mother passed away after a car accident. I promised to be strong. For Dad. For Jae. For Mom.
But if being strong means that I have to hold back all these tears, that I have to surpress all my fear in order to comfort my family, sometimes I wish I didn't make that promise.
But do Ты know why it has to be a secret? I have a family: my dad and Jae, my youngest sister. [Yeah, I have two more, but, they're out of my life at the moment.] They cried their hearts out once I was diagnosed. They were afraid that they'd lose another family member--after all, my mother passed away after a car accident. I promised to be strong. For Dad. For Jae. For Mom.
But if being strong means that I have to hold back all these tears, that I have to surpress all my fear in order to comfort my family, sometimes I wish I didn't make that promise.
I was in the class the other day, and Mrs.Crosswaer was handing out new assignments. And he stared at me! Oh his name is Sam, and he was staring at me dreamly!!!!!!!!!!!
It was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cooooooooooooooool!
I am SO SORRY! It had to be lonfer so yeah!
It was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cooooooooooooooool!
I am SO SORRY! It had to be lonfer so yeah!
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One lonely sunday afternoon
I sit in my chamber and have nothing to do
My Любовь is far away
I wonder if (s)he's already forgotten me
So I sadly watch the sky
See the raindrops passing by
One looonely sunday afternooon...
One looonely sunday afternoon
One lonely sunday afternoon
I'm even as my Цветы still out of bloom
I find some old photos, covered with dust
I cannot forget Ты although I know that I must
So I sadly let them fly
And this time I have to cry
One looonely sunday afternooon...
One looonely sunday afternoon
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Ты seek for spark of hope.
Your life held by
darkness thoughts,
anchor is
some place else.
Bad luck follows Ты
like a hook,
won't let Ты go,
won't leave Ты alone.
Ты smile today,
and cry whole eternity,
like that's your fate,
disturbing thoughts
to lie inside of you,
to take away everything
that Ты hope for.
Devil is calling your name,
leaves Ты not,
Ты don't see the Энджел on
your shoulder,
trying to give Ты a strength.
Ты long for life
that Ты don't know of,
Ты seek for peace,
trying to get away
from misty forest
that stains your heart
into black.