I laid on my comfy bed, with my eyes closed, listening to music. This was my escape. This is what kept me in this world. Music. Without it, life just wouldn't be fair. The awesome гитара solo, sick bass, kick-ass drums, and meaningful lyrics soothe me. I took a deep breath, ready to lose myself, when there was a knock on the door.
"What?" I called over the music. It opened; it was my twin sister, Asteria. The only thing identical about us is our eyes, which are ice blue. Her pale blond hair reflected the light pouring in from the hallway, while my room was dimly lit. She was all dressed up, wearing a white dress, with pale blue lacing. I hated to admit it, but she looked beauiful.
"You need to get dressed," she said, annoyed. "The banquet's in a half hour."
"Ok, fine," I sighed. She rolled her eyes and left, closing the door behind her. She's such a pain. I went to my closet, and grimaced at what my mother had picked out for me to wear tonight.
It's pink.
I ignored her request, and grabbed a dress I had bought myself, with father's money of course. The dress was a black, which had a purple-ish tint to it in the light. It had a red corset with it. I put that on, and put my jet black hair in a long ponytail. I already had on my dark eyeliner, but touched it up a bit. I smiled at myself in my full body mirror. I turned off my CD player, and skipped downstairs.
All around, servants were getting ready for the party. Father was hosting another banquet, probably to Реклама another business he was creating. Franklin, one of our servants, smiled at me as I came down the stairs.
"Cosette, Ты look beautiful," he said. I grinned and hugged him. He's my favorite.
"Thanks--" he raised an eyebrow at me. I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Thank you," I corrected myself. "You look stunning yourself." He smiled and gestured to the kitchen, where my parents were probably getting ready as well. I went to the kitchen, where my parents were present, as well as my siblings, Asteria, Tzipora, Anastasia, and Demetri.
My sisters' eyes widened at me, and soon became worried. They looked anxiously at Mother, who's back was still turned to me. Demetri sighed, and shook his head.
"Cosette, I don't believe that's what your mother laid out for Ты to wear," Father said. His eyes scanned over me, and then sighed and shook his head like Demetri had. Mother turned, and nearly did a double take.
"Cosette, honestly," she said, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "Why must Ты wear such ridiculous clothing? That looks hideous!" My smiled slowly turned into a frown. Once again, she shoved a нож through my heart. "Go change!" she ordered.
I headed upstairs, and Franklin gave me a sympathetic look. I sighed and shook my head at him. I was halfway up the stairs, when he quietly called my name.
"Cosette! No time to change; the guests are already here. Why don't Ты get the door," he smiled misheviously. I paused for a moment, taking in his words. He winked. I grinned and ran downstairs, mouthing "thank you" as I moved past him to get the door.
"Good evening," I said, as if I was Чтение off a cue card. I let in a couple that I had no idea who they were. They nodded graciously, and handed Franklin their coats and purse. They went into the kitchen, and were greeted by the rest of my family. Franklin handed me the coats and purse, and we switched so he could man the door.
I hung the coats and кошелек on the пальто rack, when Franklin called. еще guests, еще coats. I went back and forth for about a half hour, helping Franklin with the guests. Honestly, I don't know why these people were wearing coats; it's spring.
Then as I was putting еще coats away, Анастасия appeared.
"Cosette, Mother and Father are looking for you. Ты need to introduce yourselves to the guests," she сказал(-а) urgently. I nodded and went over to her, and she sighed. "Didn't they tell Ты to change?"
"I was helping Franklin," I shrugged. She looked at me nervously, then rolled her eyes and descended down the stairs. I followed behind. Mother and Father were in the living room, introducing guests to Demetri and Asteria. I could hear them talking about them lovingly. They looked over to me, and I could tell they were fighting to keep up their smiles.
"Ah, there's the last of them. This is our daughter, Cosette," Mother said, nearly through her teeth. I moved gracefully to her side, and she put her hand on my shoulder. "She's Asteria's twin; and our youngest daughter." The man and woman they were talking to looked at me, confused and slightly surprised. I wasn't though. I don't look much like my family, like I said, except for the eyes. My whole family has pale blond hair, and slightly tanned skin. I have black hair, and my skin refuses to absorb sunlight или something.
"What are your interests?" the woman asked me.
"Music," I shrugged.
"Ah, Beethoven and Mozart?" she smiled. I shook my head.
"Avenged Sevenfold and Bullet For My Valentine," I сказал(-а) confidently. They stared at me for a long while, then restarted an old conversation with my parents. I shrugged and guessed I was free to go. I slipped out from under my mother's hand. I sat on the stairs, and started people watching. This is a fun thing to do whenever Father has a party. I can easily tell who's pretending или lying. I held my chin in one hand, and was watching a man talk to another man, with his arm around a woman. His touch seemed distant; reserved. He didn't really Любовь her. Her body seemed rigid. She didn't Любовь him back.
"What's going on?" Franklin asked, taking a сиденье, место, сиденья Далее to me. I told him about my observations of the couple. He nodded. "Yes, I heard they are in marriage counseling..." Музыка started playing softly in the speakers placed throughout the first floor of the house. Couples started dancing. I covered my mouth with my hand, stifling laughter. Most of them looked ridiculous. Franklin held out his hand. "Care to dance?" I giggled, and put my hand in his.
Neither Franklin или I can dance; we just imitated the others who couldn't as well. I laughed the whole time, and we almost fell over twice.
"Ahem," someone said. We stopped. It was a young man, maybe a год older than me. "May I steal this young lady for a dance?" Franklin nodded, and handed me off. I sighed. Fun's over. The boy had neatly cut brown hair, and green eyes. "My I ask your name?"
"Cosette Hayner," I said. "Any Ты are...?" I asked, trying to sound the least bit interested.
"I'm Harland Berkley," he said. "My father is the vice-president of your father's technology company."
"Wonderful," I said. I tried not to sigh, или Переместить my eyes away from his, или anything my family who consider "rude" или "un-lady like." Harland went on to discuss something about what his father does, but I heard nothing. He was so boring. I held my breath when I felt a yawn coming.
Then as we were dancing, Harland did something... un-gentleman like to say the least. His hands moved down my back, and touched my somewhere I'd rather not be touched. I took my hands off his shoulders, and kicked his shin. Hard. He gasped, and held his foot in his hand, hopping on one foot for a while like they do in movies.
"Cosette!" Father exclaimed. "What are Ты doing?!"He came up behind me, astonished. I'm guessing all he saw was me kicking Harland.
"He--"
"You apologize this instant!" he shrieked.
"But--"
"Don't back talk to me! I ordered Ты to do something!" People were starting to stare. By now, Harland was able to stand up straight. He stood there waiting, with an amused look on his face. I curtsied slightly like I was taught, and cocked my head slightly.
"My apologies," I сказал(-а) sarcastically. Harland nodded once, and then turned and left.
"Young lady, go to your room for the rest of the night. I don't want to see Ты until morning," Father said.
"Fa--"
"Cosette. Enough. You've been an embarrassment enough already." The room got painfully quiet. Everyone was sure to have heard that. Tears welled up in my eyes, and my nose began to sting. I quickly went upstairs, slamming my door behind me. I cried only for a little bit, then got into my sweatpants and tshirt. I washed off the makeup in my bathroom, and let my hair down.
I stared at myself in the mirror. I wasn't like them.
I got in bed, and turned on my CD player again from where I left off. It went to "Weight Of The World," by Evanescence. I closed my eyes, trying to lose myself again.
I'm the odd one, strange one, freak, monstrosity, weirdo, malformation, grotesque one... I was different. All these things my parents have called me, but they all were referring to one thing. I was different. Being different isn't bad. I'm just unique. I have my own way of seeing things. I like different things, have different interest... Different is not bad.
Is it?
"What?" I called over the music. It opened; it was my twin sister, Asteria. The only thing identical about us is our eyes, which are ice blue. Her pale blond hair reflected the light pouring in from the hallway, while my room was dimly lit. She was all dressed up, wearing a white dress, with pale blue lacing. I hated to admit it, but she looked beauiful.
"You need to get dressed," she said, annoyed. "The banquet's in a half hour."
"Ok, fine," I sighed. She rolled her eyes and left, closing the door behind her. She's such a pain. I went to my closet, and grimaced at what my mother had picked out for me to wear tonight.
It's pink.
I ignored her request, and grabbed a dress I had bought myself, with father's money of course. The dress was a black, which had a purple-ish tint to it in the light. It had a red corset with it. I put that on, and put my jet black hair in a long ponytail. I already had on my dark eyeliner, but touched it up a bit. I smiled at myself in my full body mirror. I turned off my CD player, and skipped downstairs.
All around, servants were getting ready for the party. Father was hosting another banquet, probably to Реклама another business he was creating. Franklin, one of our servants, smiled at me as I came down the stairs.
"Cosette, Ты look beautiful," he said. I grinned and hugged him. He's my favorite.
"Thanks--" he raised an eyebrow at me. I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Thank you," I corrected myself. "You look stunning yourself." He smiled and gestured to the kitchen, where my parents were probably getting ready as well. I went to the kitchen, where my parents were present, as well as my siblings, Asteria, Tzipora, Anastasia, and Demetri.
My sisters' eyes widened at me, and soon became worried. They looked anxiously at Mother, who's back was still turned to me. Demetri sighed, and shook his head.
"Cosette, I don't believe that's what your mother laid out for Ты to wear," Father said. His eyes scanned over me, and then sighed and shook his head like Demetri had. Mother turned, and nearly did a double take.
"Cosette, honestly," she said, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "Why must Ты wear such ridiculous clothing? That looks hideous!" My smiled slowly turned into a frown. Once again, she shoved a нож through my heart. "Go change!" she ordered.
I headed upstairs, and Franklin gave me a sympathetic look. I sighed and shook my head at him. I was halfway up the stairs, when he quietly called my name.
"Cosette! No time to change; the guests are already here. Why don't Ты get the door," he smiled misheviously. I paused for a moment, taking in his words. He winked. I grinned and ran downstairs, mouthing "thank you" as I moved past him to get the door.
"Good evening," I said, as if I was Чтение off a cue card. I let in a couple that I had no idea who they were. They nodded graciously, and handed Franklin their coats and purse. They went into the kitchen, and were greeted by the rest of my family. Franklin handed me the coats and purse, and we switched so he could man the door.
I hung the coats and кошелек on the пальто rack, when Franklin called. еще guests, еще coats. I went back and forth for about a half hour, helping Franklin with the guests. Honestly, I don't know why these people were wearing coats; it's spring.
Then as I was putting еще coats away, Анастасия appeared.
"Cosette, Mother and Father are looking for you. Ты need to introduce yourselves to the guests," she сказал(-а) urgently. I nodded and went over to her, and she sighed. "Didn't they tell Ты to change?"
"I was helping Franklin," I shrugged. She looked at me nervously, then rolled her eyes and descended down the stairs. I followed behind. Mother and Father were in the living room, introducing guests to Demetri and Asteria. I could hear them talking about them lovingly. They looked over to me, and I could tell they were fighting to keep up their smiles.
"Ah, there's the last of them. This is our daughter, Cosette," Mother said, nearly through her teeth. I moved gracefully to her side, and she put her hand on my shoulder. "She's Asteria's twin; and our youngest daughter." The man and woman they were talking to looked at me, confused and slightly surprised. I wasn't though. I don't look much like my family, like I said, except for the eyes. My whole family has pale blond hair, and slightly tanned skin. I have black hair, and my skin refuses to absorb sunlight или something.
"What are your interests?" the woman asked me.
"Music," I shrugged.
"Ah, Beethoven and Mozart?" she smiled. I shook my head.
"Avenged Sevenfold and Bullet For My Valentine," I сказал(-а) confidently. They stared at me for a long while, then restarted an old conversation with my parents. I shrugged and guessed I was free to go. I slipped out from under my mother's hand. I sat on the stairs, and started people watching. This is a fun thing to do whenever Father has a party. I can easily tell who's pretending или lying. I held my chin in one hand, and was watching a man talk to another man, with his arm around a woman. His touch seemed distant; reserved. He didn't really Любовь her. Her body seemed rigid. She didn't Любовь him back.
"What's going on?" Franklin asked, taking a сиденье, место, сиденья Далее to me. I told him about my observations of the couple. He nodded. "Yes, I heard they are in marriage counseling..." Музыка started playing softly in the speakers placed throughout the first floor of the house. Couples started dancing. I covered my mouth with my hand, stifling laughter. Most of them looked ridiculous. Franklin held out his hand. "Care to dance?" I giggled, and put my hand in his.
Neither Franklin или I can dance; we just imitated the others who couldn't as well. I laughed the whole time, and we almost fell over twice.
"Ahem," someone said. We stopped. It was a young man, maybe a год older than me. "May I steal this young lady for a dance?" Franklin nodded, and handed me off. I sighed. Fun's over. The boy had neatly cut brown hair, and green eyes. "My I ask your name?"
"Cosette Hayner," I said. "Any Ты are...?" I asked, trying to sound the least bit interested.
"I'm Harland Berkley," he said. "My father is the vice-president of your father's technology company."
"Wonderful," I said. I tried not to sigh, или Переместить my eyes away from his, или anything my family who consider "rude" или "un-lady like." Harland went on to discuss something about what his father does, but I heard nothing. He was so boring. I held my breath when I felt a yawn coming.
Then as we were dancing, Harland did something... un-gentleman like to say the least. His hands moved down my back, and touched my somewhere I'd rather not be touched. I took my hands off his shoulders, and kicked his shin. Hard. He gasped, and held his foot in his hand, hopping on one foot for a while like they do in movies.
"Cosette!" Father exclaimed. "What are Ты doing?!"He came up behind me, astonished. I'm guessing all he saw was me kicking Harland.
"He--"
"You apologize this instant!" he shrieked.
"But--"
"Don't back talk to me! I ordered Ты to do something!" People were starting to stare. By now, Harland was able to stand up straight. He stood there waiting, with an amused look on his face. I curtsied slightly like I was taught, and cocked my head slightly.
"My apologies," I сказал(-а) sarcastically. Harland nodded once, and then turned and left.
"Young lady, go to your room for the rest of the night. I don't want to see Ты until morning," Father said.
"Fa--"
"Cosette. Enough. You've been an embarrassment enough already." The room got painfully quiet. Everyone was sure to have heard that. Tears welled up in my eyes, and my nose began to sting. I quickly went upstairs, slamming my door behind me. I cried only for a little bit, then got into my sweatpants and tshirt. I washed off the makeup in my bathroom, and let my hair down.
I stared at myself in the mirror. I wasn't like them.
I got in bed, and turned on my CD player again from where I left off. It went to "Weight Of The World," by Evanescence. I closed my eyes, trying to lose myself again.
I'm the odd one, strange one, freak, monstrosity, weirdo, malformation, grotesque one... I was different. All these things my parents have called me, but they all were referring to one thing. I was different. Being different isn't bad. I'm just unique. I have my own way of seeing things. I like different things, have different interest... Different is not bad.
Is it?
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
или I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told by hidden scars
Unable to Показать themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
или I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told by hidden scars
Unable to Показать themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
Ms. Farogonda asked for the winx to come down to her office. when the winx reached ms. farogonda's office she told them that diana wants to speak wth one of you. she didnt tell me who but she told me to pick two extras. ms. farogonda can i go, bloom asked her. flora will be going along with musa and aisha ms farogonda told them. hmph bloom pouted, can we at least go with them bloom сказал(-а) quikly. fine all of Ты girls can go and im bringing the specialist. ok stella сказал(-а) in a sing song voice. lets go сказал(-а) the winx. they met the RF boys outside and went in the owl. winx: WINX BELIEVIX
AT THE амазонка
flora: let's get going
aisha: see ya winx
bloom: meet back here in an час k
ok bloom musa said
( diana appears in front of them)
GUARDS take them away
what??!
(to be continued)
AT THE амазонка
flora: let's get going
aisha: see ya winx
bloom: meet back here in an час k
ok bloom musa said
( diana appears in front of them)
GUARDS take them away
what??!
(to be continued)
Tears,
a combination of helplessness and anger,
a combination of joy and gratitude.
what different meanings it holds!
sometimes of love,
sometimes of hate.
with what different feelings we cry!
but those tears are the same.
they dwell inside the eye,
ready to attack,
the peace of our heart.
to flood the face,
with undoubted Любовь and care,
with undoubted anger and hate,
with undoubted pain and despair.
pain? yes, and despair too!
the breakdown of our heart,
the dawn of the truth,
leading to flood the face,
with our sentiments undoubted.
It’s the color of you
Ты always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid from them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our оранжевый book bags
Were our shields from some of the pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two оранжевый crayons
When everyone else was green
Then Ты left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
Ты were in the оранжевый field in the sky
Ты always сказал(-а) was there.
The оранжевый of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though Ты left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone оранжевый in the rainbow
Without Ты here
I protect my own
Though I wish Ты were here
Now оранжевый is my color
A color for your bravery
A color for my survival
оранжевый will forever be our color
Even though death took Ты away
Forever оранжевый for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
Ты always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid from them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our оранжевый book bags
Were our shields from some of the pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two оранжевый crayons
When everyone else was green
Then Ты left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
Ты were in the оранжевый field in the sky
Ты always сказал(-а) was there.
The оранжевый of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though Ты left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone оранжевый in the rainbow
Without Ты here
I protect my own
Though I wish Ты were here
Now оранжевый is my color
A color for your bravery
A color for my survival
оранжевый will forever be our color
Even though death took Ты away
Forever оранжевый for you,
Sweet Cassidy.