I never knew. My whole life, no one had the courage или the right to tell me what happened. I had to find out the hard way, and that nearly cost me my life.
Last December was an important time for me. I never moved before, and it was all brand new to me. Moving boxes wasn't the challenge. The hardest part was coming into school during the middle of the год and not having a clue what the people were like. So far, my only friend here was the next-door neighbor Joselynn, some seventy-year old lady that had her grandkids over as much as possible. My mom encouraged me to meet them and possibly play around with them, but the first thing that popped into my head was: hanging around with infants for twelve hours? I'd rather do homework for that long! I don't have a grudge against younger children, but having a baby sister Lianna and a toddler brother Justin in the household seemed enough to last me... however long I lived. At this present time, I had no clue if it was even okay to say what I just did.
Every день was a drag; I may have been on a rush when I came to school, excited by the new atmosphere, but once I realized that I was an outcast, with no friends, isolated from reality, I knew that everyday was going to be the same. Same kids. Same eyes. None of them were different. All of them wanted to say the same things to me, tell me to go away. Lunch was the worst. Their eyes were hawks looming over me, and the nights grew colder with those visions dancing beneath my eyelids. Sometimes I would have nightmares of just those eyes, sometimes floating between branches in the woods that were Далее to my house, sometimes vibrating along the forest floor that shook underneath my running feet. I was always running away from something, but a knotted feeling in my stomach caused me to not look back. I would fall, multiple times, but nothing would catch me, help me up. At times I felt like I was in defeat, just wanting to lay down and let whatever was chasing me devour my sadness, my fear. I just wanted to see that thing, hoping it was ten times easier to look at then the countless eyes that glared at me underneath curls and waves of hair during the day. When that first weekend of December came, I embraced every минута of it.
Outside, it was below the average temperatures. My hands were numb even with the gloves on, and shoving them inside the pockets of my over-sized куртка made my body quake with shiver. My breath was iced before my Холодное сердце cheeks, and the stumps of the chopped trees threatened to trip me. I guided myself through the forest, and only when it got dark and full of fog did I start to follow the trail of the setting sun, making my way back home. I was doing fine until I flinched at the flock of birds that were nestled up in the дерево nearest to me, now flying off in a frenzy. I turned just a tad bit too late.
A motorcycle roared into view, crashing down branches and weeds in a tangle of ruined mess. The driver didn't acknowledge that I was there, and I stumbled out of the way as the bike slid across a large root of an oak дерево and made a dramatic leap before settling farther away. A moment's pause as the driver guned the engine again, racing away as if this was a professional job he had, blowing around the forest like some jaguar in Главная territory. I brushed myself off, muttering angrily to myself, when I was tossed sharply back into the дерево behind me.
Head spinning, I turned to see my attacker, and my throat caught.
A wolf, back on its' hunches, growled at me long and hard, sniffing the ground while keeping silver eyes on me. My сердце beated up against my throat, drumming a signal that warned me to move, run away. But the tail was swishing, and the teeth were being polished so much by that розовый tongue that we both knew what my fate was. A goner.
A harsh cry broke everything, and someone leaped from the дерево above me, aimed an Стрела from his bow, and the target struck. It didn't faze the wolf, but the eyes took a new turn and its body sprang to life as the two beings charged. I watched the flurry commence, and when I tried making my legs work to Переместить me away from all the danger, the instant my foot dragged across the moss below me both of those eyes shot to me, the battle paused. A Золото bloom of light against a silver moon river.
The волк snapped its jaws, and the boy took the moment to tear out his sharp нож and puncture the beast. It cried out, then hastily made a быстрый, стремительный, свифт kick at the boy in the chest before limping off into the darker parts of the woods. My eyes slid back to the kid, who was draped against the хобот, ствол of the tree, eyes closed and breathing ragged. Slowly, I took a crawl to him.
When I reached his side, I looked at him. His clothes looked normal, the average t-shirt and denim jeans. His bow and sack of arrows were tied against his back, and the ends were poking into his ribs. I carefully took them out, wondering why he didn't think of using them while he was fighting fist-on-fist contact with the wolf.
When I looked up, he was staring at me, and I noticed that his eyes weren't amber now, but a pale blue. Dark lashes framed the border, and brown hair was sprawled out in chunks around his well-sculpted face. His lips were curved into a shape of distaste. "Why are Ты still here?"
His voice, so dark and mysterious, caught me off guard. My vocals came out weak. "Because you're hurt."
He made a pained laugh, his eyes flustering about. "Shouldn't Ты be calling the police by now, или running Главная to tell everyone about what happened? It would be еще fun that way."
"And Ты would know about fun."
"Right, I would, because---" He stopped himself short, eyeing me as if he couldn't trust me with what he was going to say. He then shook his head, making his hair messier. "Because I'm older than you, if Ты seemed to have noticed."
I didn't notice, and still looking at him there seemed to be no difference. I would mistake him for being a senior just like me.
Before I could make a response, he let loose a wind of air from his mouth, and it tingled my nose with the sent of Розы and mint. "Just go home, girl. Ты don't belong here. I would think Ты would be tired after what you've been through."
The moment he uttered the word my muscles collapsed, and I saw behind my eyelashes the world flow into a mass of green, only to be substituted by those light blue eyes, which now had a rim of yellow cresting around the pupil. His hand was warm against my back, and I was stunned by how much heat his skin gave off, transporting past the thick пальто that I wore. I shivered, and my cheeks felt warmer now that his breath was against my face.
"Go home." He whispered, his eyes burning with a ferociousness that shook me down to the core. "Go Главная and don't come back. You'll be a threat here from now on. It's too dangerous for a frail child like you."
His words echoed in my head when he shoved me off into the night, along the path that I had traveled on before. Even then, I thought when I was alone, walking, he was there, watching, protecting me from whatever could harm me.
For once I came back to the house with a sigh of relief.
Last December was an important time for me. I never moved before, and it was all brand new to me. Moving boxes wasn't the challenge. The hardest part was coming into school during the middle of the год and not having a clue what the people were like. So far, my only friend here was the next-door neighbor Joselynn, some seventy-year old lady that had her grandkids over as much as possible. My mom encouraged me to meet them and possibly play around with them, but the first thing that popped into my head was: hanging around with infants for twelve hours? I'd rather do homework for that long! I don't have a grudge against younger children, but having a baby sister Lianna and a toddler brother Justin in the household seemed enough to last me... however long I lived. At this present time, I had no clue if it was even okay to say what I just did.
Every день was a drag; I may have been on a rush when I came to school, excited by the new atmosphere, but once I realized that I was an outcast, with no friends, isolated from reality, I knew that everyday was going to be the same. Same kids. Same eyes. None of them were different. All of them wanted to say the same things to me, tell me to go away. Lunch was the worst. Their eyes were hawks looming over me, and the nights grew colder with those visions dancing beneath my eyelids. Sometimes I would have nightmares of just those eyes, sometimes floating between branches in the woods that were Далее to my house, sometimes vibrating along the forest floor that shook underneath my running feet. I was always running away from something, but a knotted feeling in my stomach caused me to not look back. I would fall, multiple times, but nothing would catch me, help me up. At times I felt like I was in defeat, just wanting to lay down and let whatever was chasing me devour my sadness, my fear. I just wanted to see that thing, hoping it was ten times easier to look at then the countless eyes that glared at me underneath curls and waves of hair during the day. When that first weekend of December came, I embraced every минута of it.
Outside, it was below the average temperatures. My hands were numb even with the gloves on, and shoving them inside the pockets of my over-sized куртка made my body quake with shiver. My breath was iced before my Холодное сердце cheeks, and the stumps of the chopped trees threatened to trip me. I guided myself through the forest, and only when it got dark and full of fog did I start to follow the trail of the setting sun, making my way back home. I was doing fine until I flinched at the flock of birds that were nestled up in the дерево nearest to me, now flying off in a frenzy. I turned just a tad bit too late.
A motorcycle roared into view, crashing down branches and weeds in a tangle of ruined mess. The driver didn't acknowledge that I was there, and I stumbled out of the way as the bike slid across a large root of an oak дерево and made a dramatic leap before settling farther away. A moment's pause as the driver guned the engine again, racing away as if this was a professional job he had, blowing around the forest like some jaguar in Главная territory. I brushed myself off, muttering angrily to myself, when I was tossed sharply back into the дерево behind me.
Head spinning, I turned to see my attacker, and my throat caught.
A wolf, back on its' hunches, growled at me long and hard, sniffing the ground while keeping silver eyes on me. My сердце beated up against my throat, drumming a signal that warned me to move, run away. But the tail was swishing, and the teeth were being polished so much by that розовый tongue that we both knew what my fate was. A goner.
A harsh cry broke everything, and someone leaped from the дерево above me, aimed an Стрела from his bow, and the target struck. It didn't faze the wolf, but the eyes took a new turn and its body sprang to life as the two beings charged. I watched the flurry commence, and when I tried making my legs work to Переместить me away from all the danger, the instant my foot dragged across the moss below me both of those eyes shot to me, the battle paused. A Золото bloom of light against a silver moon river.
The волк snapped its jaws, and the boy took the moment to tear out his sharp нож and puncture the beast. It cried out, then hastily made a быстрый, стремительный, свифт kick at the boy in the chest before limping off into the darker parts of the woods. My eyes slid back to the kid, who was draped against the хобот, ствол of the tree, eyes closed and breathing ragged. Slowly, I took a crawl to him.
When I reached his side, I looked at him. His clothes looked normal, the average t-shirt and denim jeans. His bow and sack of arrows were tied against his back, and the ends were poking into his ribs. I carefully took them out, wondering why he didn't think of using them while he was fighting fist-on-fist contact with the wolf.
When I looked up, he was staring at me, and I noticed that his eyes weren't amber now, but a pale blue. Dark lashes framed the border, and brown hair was sprawled out in chunks around his well-sculpted face. His lips were curved into a shape of distaste. "Why are Ты still here?"
His voice, so dark and mysterious, caught me off guard. My vocals came out weak. "Because you're hurt."
He made a pained laugh, his eyes flustering about. "Shouldn't Ты be calling the police by now, или running Главная to tell everyone about what happened? It would be еще fun that way."
"And Ты would know about fun."
"Right, I would, because---" He stopped himself short, eyeing me as if he couldn't trust me with what he was going to say. He then shook his head, making his hair messier. "Because I'm older than you, if Ты seemed to have noticed."
I didn't notice, and still looking at him there seemed to be no difference. I would mistake him for being a senior just like me.
Before I could make a response, he let loose a wind of air from his mouth, and it tingled my nose with the sent of Розы and mint. "Just go home, girl. Ты don't belong here. I would think Ты would be tired after what you've been through."
The moment he uttered the word my muscles collapsed, and I saw behind my eyelashes the world flow into a mass of green, only to be substituted by those light blue eyes, which now had a rim of yellow cresting around the pupil. His hand was warm against my back, and I was stunned by how much heat his skin gave off, transporting past the thick пальто that I wore. I shivered, and my cheeks felt warmer now that his breath was against my face.
"Go home." He whispered, his eyes burning with a ferociousness that shook me down to the core. "Go Главная and don't come back. You'll be a threat here from now on. It's too dangerous for a frail child like you."
His words echoed in my head when he shoved me off into the night, along the path that I had traveled on before. Even then, I thought when I was alone, walking, he was there, watching, protecting me from whatever could harm me.
For once I came back to the house with a sigh of relief.
I look at the old photographs. It kills me to see him smile. I've only heard about him. I hear he would have loved me. I hear he was nice. I hear that he was a good dad. I hear he was an okay husband. I hear that he would have made a good grandfather. It's not fair. It kills me when my dad talks about him. My dad сказал(-а) one of his last words to him were "Dont miss me when I'm gone." Those words run through my head. день and night and keep me up thinking of him. Why did he have to go? I pray he's okay and fine in heaven. I pretend he's still here. If only he were ... I miss him....
I guess he's just....
Hard to Let Go
Dedicated to my grandfather I miss Ты ... even if I never met Ты =,[
Далее journal entry coming up in few please
R&R
Thanks!!
I guess he's just....
Hard to Let Go
Dedicated to my grandfather I miss Ты ... even if I never met Ты =,[
Далее journal entry coming up in few please
R&R
Thanks!!
Asperger's Syndrome is a mild form of autism with a bit of learning disability. It is the same as social anxiety. People with this kind have difficulty learning academics, socializing with other people, and forming friendships.
What does it feel like to have this? You'll be sensitive to loud sounds, lack of interest in to many things, difficulty understanding sarcasm and jokes, you'll feel lonely and alone, Ты see the world differently to other people, and the most overwhelming is Ты feel different in the world. It is also a lifelong condition and can't be cured. But help is a guide of their life. Ты will realize that those people have еще intelligence and will grow up successfully in their life. And also they have a great сердце of understanding on people's problems. They will also be kind and patient from what we are.
See the outside, and know deep the inside. There's no nothing than a reason behind.
It's better to be UNIQUE!
What does it feel like to have this? You'll be sensitive to loud sounds, lack of interest in to many things, difficulty understanding sarcasm and jokes, you'll feel lonely and alone, Ты see the world differently to other people, and the most overwhelming is Ты feel different in the world. It is also a lifelong condition and can't be cured. But help is a guide of their life. Ты will realize that those people have еще intelligence and will grow up successfully in their life. And also they have a great сердце of understanding on people's problems. They will also be kind and patient from what we are.
See the outside, and know deep the inside. There's no nothing than a reason behind.
It's better to be UNIQUE!
First off,harry potter has actual struggle and creative and developed villains while twilight centers around a girl who is completely dependent on a 2 hot guys who go to war for her and constantly abuse her.Second,harry potter has compelling storyline and fun unique characters while twilight is ALL STEREOTYPES, with the new hot shallow girl who runs a Любовь треугольник and the the two guys and their Друзья who fight over her.And lastly, for all Ты people who say that edward is hotter than harry, cedric is hotter than edward.look at all characters,not just the main ones.peace y'all
Imagine how cool it could be to be a real life mermaid. Well Ты can be.
All Ты have to do is do the steps right and I hope it works it worked on me im a real mermaid.
What Ты will need:
A cup of water
Salt
A strand of your hair
A bracelet или ожерелье for your symbol
Put the salt in a bowl
Then put your hair in the bowl
Dip your symbol and hands in the bowl and chant
Guardian of the sea oh please make me a mermaid and we will see how great of a mermaid I will be and how polite and Храбрая сердцем I am oh please make me a bold mermaid I hope Ты do and thank you.
All Ты have to do is do the steps right and I hope it works it worked on me im a real mermaid.
What Ты will need:
A cup of water
Salt
A strand of your hair
A bracelet или ожерелье for your symbol
Put the salt in a bowl
Then put your hair in the bowl
Dip your symbol and hands in the bowl and chant
Guardian of the sea oh please make me a mermaid and we will see how great of a mermaid I will be and how polite and Храбрая сердцем I am oh please make me a bold mermaid I hope Ты do and thank you.
Crack! Snap! Crack!
Running through the woods barefoot is sooooo not fun. Because one минута Ты are in the pool and the Далее Ты are running for your life from who knows what. Let me start from the beginning.
One late summer день I was getting the mail. There was a letter for me.
Ты have been accepted at Burkly Spy School for boys and girls.
That was all the letter said. I didn't apply for a school, did I ?
I went to our pool to think it over and when I hopped in the pool
I saw a figure in the shadows. ''Who are you?" I screamed. When the person leaped at me I took off into the woods. I heard someone yell code red and then the person threw a punch. I recovered quickly and threw a punch. He fell to the ground a I took off again. Then I stopped when I thought no one was following me. Every thing went dark.
Running through the woods barefoot is sooooo not fun. Because one минута Ты are in the pool and the Далее Ты are running for your life from who knows what. Let me start from the beginning.
One late summer день I was getting the mail. There was a letter for me.
Ты have been accepted at Burkly Spy School for boys and girls.
That was all the letter said. I didn't apply for a school, did I ?
I went to our pool to think it over and when I hopped in the pool
I saw a figure in the shadows. ''Who are you?" I screamed. When the person leaped at me I took off into the woods. I heard someone yell code red and then the person threw a punch. I recovered quickly and threw a punch. He fell to the ground a I took off again. Then I stopped when I thought no one was following me. Every thing went dark.