"hello there,
The Angel from my nightmare,
the shadow in the background of the morgue
the unsuspecting victim, of darkness in the valley
we can live like jack and Sally if we want
where wewe can always find me,
and we'll have Halloween on Christmas
and in the night we'll wish this never ends,
we'll wish this never ends."
I folded the sheet of paper in half and placed it on a corner of Kyle's desk. Five dakika later I get a response:
"Where are you?
and I'm so sorry
i cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always,
this sick strange darkness
comes creeping in on so haunting every time
The Angel from my nightmare,
the shadow in the background of the morgue
the unsuspecting victim, of darkness in the valley
we can live like jack and Sally if we want
where wewe can always find me,
and we'll have Halloween on Christmas
and in the night we'll wish this never ends,
we'll wish this never ends."
I folded the sheet of paper in half and placed it on a corner of Kyle's desk. Five dakika later I get a response:
"Where are you?
and I'm so sorry
i cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always,
this sick strange darkness
comes creeping in on so haunting every time
''Students, we have a new student joining us today." Mr.Garrison announced once everyone was settled. ''I'd like wewe all to meet Kyle Broflovski! How about wewe take the empty dawati inayofuata to Kylie, Kyle?''
"okay." Kyle alisema obediantly, as he took a kiti, kiti cha at the dawati to the right of me.
Kyle was a lot hotter in real life than in my dream. But I couldn't let looks be the judge for whether au not he is the real Kyle. I decided to put him up to a test. I was going to right the first verse of a song, pass it to him, and see if he writes the rest of the song. I picked 'I Miss You' kwa Blink 182. I decided on that song because whenever I hear that song, I always think of that dream that I had. This is what I wrote to him:
"okay." Kyle alisema obediantly, as he took a kiti, kiti cha at the dawati to the right of me.
Kyle was a lot hotter in real life than in my dream. But I couldn't let looks be the judge for whether au not he is the real Kyle. I decided to put him up to a test. I was going to right the first verse of a song, pass it to him, and see if he writes the rest of the song. I picked 'I Miss You' kwa Blink 182. I decided on that song because whenever I hear that song, I always think of that dream that I had. This is what I wrote to him:
When the bus started to songesha again, I took my ipod out of my backpack. I went to the muziki and pressed play on 'Teenage Dirtbag' kwa Wheatus, my inayopendelewa song. It's about a boy who has a crush on a girl but the girl doesn't notice because she's super maarufu and he's a friendless loser. The song reminds me of my situation of stan. I look out the window as I listen to my musical therapy,
"I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby,
yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
listen to Iron Maiden, baby with me.'
I listened to the song on repeat until the bus rolled to the front of my school.
"I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby,
yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
listen to Iron Maiden, baby with me.'
I listened to the song on repeat until the bus rolled to the front of my school.
"You know, you'd be pretty cool if wewe were a boy." cartman alisema real snarky.
"you're a dumbass, dude!" Stan chimed in." Even if she was a boy, she'd still suck ass.
The school bus rolled down the mitaani, mtaa and the driver open its creaky door. It time for me to board my chariot that'll take me to the luxurious tortures that await me at South Park Elementary. The three boys sat inayofuata to each other at the very back row, while I sit at the kiti, kiti cha right behind the bus driver. It's like that kiti, kiti cha was reserved for me au something. Or, kids at my school think that if the sit at my seat, they'll catch a disease.
"you're a dumbass, dude!" Stan chimed in." Even if she was a boy, she'd still suck ass.
The school bus rolled down the mitaani, mtaa and the driver open its creaky door. It time for me to board my chariot that'll take me to the luxurious tortures that await me at South Park Elementary. The three boys sat inayofuata to each other at the very back row, while I sit at the kiti, kiti cha right behind the bus driver. It's like that kiti, kiti cha was reserved for me au something. Or, kids at my school think that if the sit at my seat, they'll catch a disease.
