I walked towards the school. Excited, yet scared. It was in the middle of the third semester. My mom gave me a quick hug and then walked away. I was the "geeky" girl. The one who was smart. The one who always knew what the teacher was talkign about. THe one who never got anything below an "A". I didn't ask for it. It came to me. And I didnt want to go through the same torture again... And with my mom's job, i always moved around. I didnt want to be the same loser girl in the new school. In my old school, Greentale High, i lost the one i had loved.
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*FlashBack*
"It was a dare, i never loved you," Ronald said.
I had looked at his face, turned and ran. It hurt so much. The last 2 years a lie.. It was the longest time i ahd ever stayed at one school. Tears streamed down my face. I thought to myself, 'Why would he even like me? I'm just another girl. And he was the popular one. THe one girls fell head over heels for.'
My phone had rung. And when i picked it up, my mom said that we had to leave right away. I was overjoyed. My pain could be erased. I hope.
*End*
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Gomenasai!! T^T i cannot update due to me and my laziness as wel las the fact that i have school coming up and i have to prepare for school!! Gomenasai!!! X. X
stupid summer school....
Monday, June 30, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
All Over Again
When this year ends,
I wont care,
Its a new time to start,
All over again.
When class 713 leaves,
I wont mind,
Its a new time to start,
All over again.
When you're all gone,
I wont cry,
Its a new time to start,
All over again.
A fresh start,
A new beggining,
All over again,
A new year,
A new start,
And a new time to learn,
A new time to make friends,
All over again<3
I wont care,
Its a new time to start,
All over again.
When class 713 leaves,
I wont mind,
Its a new time to start,
All over again.
When you're all gone,
I wont cry,
Its a new time to start,
All over again.
A fresh start,
A new beggining,
All over again,
A new year,
A new start,
And a new time to learn,
A new time to make friends,
All over again<3
Sunday, June 22, 2008
I Am Who I Am
I am who i am,
the one who is strong,
the one who is brave.
I am who i am,
The one who is kind,
The one who is quiet.
I am who i am,
Are you who you truely are?
Or is there a heart under,
Under all the lies,
Under all the hate?
I am who i am,
the one hurt by you,
the one who's heart is in two.
I am who i am,
I know that now,
Its time for me to stand tall,
And let the world know that,
I am who i am.
the one who is strong,
the one who is brave.
I am who i am,
The one who is kind,
The one who is quiet.
I am who i am,
Are you who you truely are?
Or is there a heart under,
Under all the lies,
Under all the hate?
I am who i am,
the one hurt by you,
the one who's heart is in two.
I am who i am,
I know that now,
Its time for me to stand tall,
And let the world know that,
I am who i am.
Monday, June 2, 2008
My Precious: Chapter one
Note from someone called Jennifer and owns this blog:
~Hii! i know i have NOT BEEN UPDATiNG! >.> and so i thought maybe i should put up a short story with only 5 chapters... (5 chapters isn't the short.. eh?) so read this for now untill i can think of something to write for the others~! thxx<3333! and now you read this story that i hate!
~Hii! i know i have NOT BEEN UPDATiNG! >.> and so i thought maybe i should put up a short story with only 5 chapters... (5 chapters isn't the short.. eh?) so read this for now untill i can think of something to write for the others~! thxx<3333! and now you read this story that i hate!
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‘Raven black hair,
Silky and soft,
Her smile bright like the sun,
Her touch soft as snow,
Her beauty,
The girl of my dreams,
Precious,
My love,
Forever.
I heard a boy recite this from outside my window. He thought I was the best thing on earth, but everyday I would go out to the yard and learn karate from my teachers. I did this secretly for my mother forbade me to do anything related to this.
“Precious, you have to brush your hair! It will get too messy and no prince will ever want to marry you!” my mother said.
“I don’t want a prince! They just want to marry us for money! They don’t truly love you! You’re lucky Ma, everything is perfect for you. Pa, loves you.” I sighed.
If only life was so easy. My twin sisters started to walk into my room. They were both beautiful. Their long black hair that swished around their waist was always smooth and silky. They were dainty and many princes have asked for their hand in marriage. They had both given a visit to the matchmaker, and it was soon time for me to go.As I got dressed in my finest silk robes, maids combed my hair carefully and adorned it with jewels. My sister, the oldest of the twins, said the jewels sparkled as brightly as my eyes and my heart was strong like gold. She always made me feel beautiful when I didn’t feel close to it. Then my sister walked into my room.
“No, no, don’t do her hair like that! Let me do her hair!” my sister commanded.
I smiled gratefully, the maids weren’t careful with my hair and when they combed my hair, it hurt. My sister took a comb and brushed it through. Then she separated my hair into different sections, then took a sparkling cord of silk and wove it into my hair. She looped one section of my hair and put it into place with a jade comb. She left the rest of my hair down, and placed some jewels in my hair. I felt as beautiful as my sister. She had slender hands and made her own clothing insisting that she wouldn’t buy anything to wear from other places. She is like a diamond, rare, beautiful, and strong.
Silky and soft,
Her smile bright like the sun,
Her touch soft as snow,
Her beauty,
The girl of my dreams,
Precious,
My love,
Forever.
I heard a boy recite this from outside my window. He thought I was the best thing on earth, but everyday I would go out to the yard and learn karate from my teachers. I did this secretly for my mother forbade me to do anything related to this.
“Precious, you have to brush your hair! It will get too messy and no prince will ever want to marry you!” my mother said.
“I don’t want a prince! They just want to marry us for money! They don’t truly love you! You’re lucky Ma, everything is perfect for you. Pa, loves you.” I sighed.
If only life was so easy. My twin sisters started to walk into my room. They were both beautiful. Their long black hair that swished around their waist was always smooth and silky. They were dainty and many princes have asked for their hand in marriage. They had both given a visit to the matchmaker, and it was soon time for me to go.As I got dressed in my finest silk robes, maids combed my hair carefully and adorned it with jewels. My sister, the oldest of the twins, said the jewels sparkled as brightly as my eyes and my heart was strong like gold. She always made me feel beautiful when I didn’t feel close to it. Then my sister walked into my room.
“No, no, don’t do her hair like that! Let me do her hair!” my sister commanded.
I smiled gratefully, the maids weren’t careful with my hair and when they combed my hair, it hurt. My sister took a comb and brushed it through. Then she separated my hair into different sections, then took a sparkling cord of silk and wove it into my hair. She looped one section of my hair and put it into place with a jade comb. She left the rest of my hair down, and placed some jewels in my hair. I felt as beautiful as my sister. She had slender hands and made her own clothing insisting that she wouldn’t buy anything to wear from other places. She is like a diamond, rare, beautiful, and strong.
“It’s time to go, little sister,” my sister whispered.
“I know, Ai,” I said.
I didn’t want to leave for another palace. ‘An arranged marriage…’ I thought. My sister seemed happy about getting married. I didn’t tell her that Ma and Pa only sent her off because her twin made us broke by wasting money. Then Ting Ting, the younger twin, walked into my room.
“I know, Ai,” I said.
I didn’t want to leave for another palace. ‘An arranged marriage…’ I thought. My sister seemed happy about getting married. I didn’t tell her that Ma and Pa only sent her off because her twin made us broke by wasting money. Then Ting Ting, the younger twin, walked into my room.
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