A little girl walked around the open playground, her solid brown eyes looking at the ground, sun shining on her straight auburn hair. It was her first день of секунда Grade at a new school, and she didn’t know anyone there. She much rather liked walking around and looking at all the little bugs and twigs and other stuff she could find, though, instead of playing Tag, или swinging, или making necklaces out of dandelions.
As she stooped down beside the tire house to poke at a little colony of ants, she heard a humming noise. She looked up and saw a little boy about her age, sitting on the вверх tire, humming some wordless tune. He had dark, curly brown hair with a great bundle of freckles on his cheeks and nose, and grey-blue eyes behind small glasses to complete the boyish look.
“Hi.” She says, and his head snaps down to her.
He stops strumming his invisible guitar.
“Hi. What’s your name?” He asks. She looks up at him, pouting a little.
“Allison.” She mumbles.” What’s yours?”
“Jackson.” He answers.
“What’cha doin’?” She asks.
“Playing guitar. I’m making a band. Wanna Присоединиться and come up here?” She shakes her head.
“I don’t know how to play guitar.” She tells him with dead seriousness. It didn’t matter that there wasn’t an actual гитара to play; she just didn’t know. His eyebrows furrow.
“Can Ты do drums?” She shakes her head.
“Piano?”Another headshake. He thinks for a moment while she just stands there.
“Can Ты sing??” He finally asks. This Вопрос receives a slight nod. “Then Ты can sing. Come up here.”
She climbs up the tires until she’s on the вверх with him, her legs dangling down.
“I don’t know what to sing.” She states and tries to hop back down to the ground, but he stops her.
“Just make something up. That’s the funny part.” He grins, and she smiles back.
He starts strumming his гитара while making noises somewhat like chords, and she sings something along the lines of “I hate history, ‘cause it’s so stinky….” He giggles, and she giggles, and he laughs, and she laughs. This is how a friendship was formed over an air гитара and bad Пение about history.
As she stooped down beside the tire house to poke at a little colony of ants, she heard a humming noise. She looked up and saw a little boy about her age, sitting on the вверх tire, humming some wordless tune. He had dark, curly brown hair with a great bundle of freckles on his cheeks and nose, and grey-blue eyes behind small glasses to complete the boyish look.
“Hi.” She says, and his head snaps down to her.
He stops strumming his invisible guitar.
“Hi. What’s your name?” He asks. She looks up at him, pouting a little.
“Allison.” She mumbles.” What’s yours?”
“Jackson.” He answers.
“What’cha doin’?” She asks.
“Playing guitar. I’m making a band. Wanna Присоединиться and come up here?” She shakes her head.
“I don’t know how to play guitar.” She tells him with dead seriousness. It didn’t matter that there wasn’t an actual гитара to play; she just didn’t know. His eyebrows furrow.
“Can Ты do drums?” She shakes her head.
“Piano?”Another headshake. He thinks for a moment while she just stands there.
“Can Ты sing??” He finally asks. This Вопрос receives a slight nod. “Then Ты can sing. Come up here.”
She climbs up the tires until she’s on the вверх with him, her legs dangling down.
“I don’t know what to sing.” She states and tries to hop back down to the ground, but he stops her.
“Just make something up. That’s the funny part.” He grins, and she smiles back.
He starts strumming his гитара while making noises somewhat like chords, and she sings something along the lines of “I hate history, ‘cause it’s so stinky….” He giggles, and she giggles, and he laughs, and she laughs. This is how a friendship was formed over an air гитара and bad Пение about history.
I heard that I can have these signs:
1. U Любовь the ocean
2. The ocean is calling out for u
3. U don't like wearing pants
4. I r naive
5. I Любовь baths
6. I watch день little mermaid everyday. But the Вопрос is are we mermaids? Do we have a psychic connection with the ocean?
Are we even humans?...
Pls we can help each other find out :)
Dear Well....You,
I Любовь you, Ты know that? I think your absolutely astounding, and amazing, and I hope Ты never change. Ты make my день in every way, and as far as now, you’ve been completely supportive.
I Любовь how when I shiver just a bit, Ты hand me your sweater.
I Любовь how Ты Kiss my cheek when I blush.
I Любовь Ты how Ты smell, and how Ты taste.
I Любовь how Ты tell me I’m beautiful, even when I look like crap.
I Любовь how when I’m just the tiniest bit scared, Ты tell me everything’s going to be alright.
I Любовь how when Ты speak, sometimes, the most awkwardness things come out, and we joke about it.
I Любовь how when I mess up my words, Ты tease me about it, but don’t make a big deal.
I Любовь how Ты Kiss me.
I Любовь Ты completely
Please never change.
Любовь Me
I Любовь you, Ты know that? I think your absolutely astounding, and amazing, and I hope Ты never change. Ты make my день in every way, and as far as now, you’ve been completely supportive.
I Любовь how when I shiver just a bit, Ты hand me your sweater.
I Любовь how Ты Kiss my cheek when I blush.
I Любовь Ты how Ты smell, and how Ты taste.
I Любовь how Ты tell me I’m beautiful, even when I look like crap.
I Любовь how when I’m just the tiniest bit scared, Ты tell me everything’s going to be alright.
I Любовь how when Ты speak, sometimes, the most awkwardness things come out, and we joke about it.
I Любовь how when I mess up my words, Ты tease me about it, but don’t make a big deal.
I Любовь how Ты Kiss me.
I Любовь Ты completely
Please never change.
Любовь Me
I sit in the dark. Thinking about Jack. A single tear comes out of my eye, then another. I start to laugh quietly, trying not to wake up my sister. Then, the horrible memory from my awful dream came back to me. I went to the door and paused. I sighed and told myself that nothing is out there but the hallway, the dining room, living room and the kitchen. I took out my phone from my куртка and looked at the time. It's 5:59. I rolled my eyes and opened and closed the door quietly and sat on the soft couch. I started to drift into thoughts about Degrassi, and what it would be like if I went there. Then, a black figure moved across the kitchen. Spooked, I quickly walked to my aunts' laptop and looked up some funny Видео on youtube.com to keep m off track from the figure. Hours passed, and I am still freaked. Ten минуты later, I calm down and look up some еще funny stuff. Ugh! I must be haluccinating from lack of sleep. I rubbed my eyes and went back to my bedroom and passed out.