We were all different, all chosen for different reasons. Some of us african american, some as white as can be. But in a way we were all the same. That is the reason they chose us, followed us since birth. Macy was one of the richest children alive, but when her parents died in a car accident she was left with nothing. Being underaged, the bank had the entitlement to take all her parents money, leaving her to fend for herself on the streets. Hunter's house caught on moto and destroyed his mother's locket. The last thing he had of her, the last thing that kept him happy. Lila was only two years old when she got hit kwa a train and Lost function of her legs. She didn't need them anymore, so i guess it wasn't that bad when a gang came and slaughtered one of them off leaving her in somewhat of a wheelchair. George went crazy after seeing his mom get shot right in front of him kwa his own father. He had been in and out of metal hospitals since he was eight. Carter was the only black kid in a school filled with white people. One time, some high school kids chucked him into the back of their shina and beat his body with baseball bats. His arm never ever healed. Joyce's dad was almost as rich as Bill Gates. Although she had never spoke to him ever since he drove out her mother with his selfishness, when she was little. TJ was in a gang. He and his best friend found one day, they had six bullets inside of their chest after an "accident" with one of the other boys. The hospital worked a miracle and saved his life, only his best friend wasn't so lucky. Becka was put in jail for killing her dad and her little brother; she's schizophrenic. Cameron was a musician who Lost everything for his dream: his money, his girlfriend, and his life. Skylar has fifty different disorders, and no one to treat them. Mason was a foster child since he could remember. No one dared to adopt him leaving him lonely and unwanted. Rika's parents were soldiers in vietnam. Sad and depressed, convinced her aunt to visit the country. Her curiosity brought her to the place where she watched her parents and hundreds of other people have bombs pour down, taking their lives. She never got the image out of her head. Genesis got addicted to anti depressants, after her boyfriend cheated on her with her sister. They never made it back from the drunken hotel room when they smashed into a large, pick-up truck. Parker's high school was infatuated kwa guns. And he carried one that killed nine different people, one of them was Genesis' brother. John got kicked out of his house after he knocked, his ex-girlfriend, up. And Alex would never tell me his story but whenever I brought it up his eyes filled with pain, leaving me the right to assume that it wasn't pretty. Including my sister and I, there was seventeen of us. All different stories, beliefs, ages, etc. But we were all troubled.
Chapter 1
My eyes glittered open. Surrounded kwa endless rows of trees with no idea about how I got here wasn't good news. The sun blazed, blindly, while put my hand over my eyes. I sat up to get a better survey of my predicament. Surprise registered through out my system. Everywhere I looked. Green. mti after mti after tree. Surveying the whole area, I finally noticed my sister laying besides me, on the dark brown dirt that covered the forest. She was still unconscious. I shook her hard and her eyes popped open as fast as a gun.
"Huh... What?" she alisema when she awoke. She became aware of the surroundings, the endless rows of trees. A confused look swept across her face. It was the same look I've seen a million times but this time fear was mixed along with it.
"Weren't we just..." she starred to swali when something stirred within the trees. I grabbed a can of pepper spay from bag, that I just noticed was laying on the ground under my head, and pointed it at the location of sound. A laugh from the other side of the woods fell, when I did, and roared though out the forest. My sister laid on the floor helplessly, shaking with fear. I had to take control of the situation if I was to get out of this place.
"I'm not afraid to use this!" I yelled naively towards the laugh. But the laughter just increased. A boy, with chocolate, brown hair and eyes as green as the trees that surrounded us, entered to clearing making my sister shake even more. Something about him made the hair on the back of my neck, stand up. He was, without a doubt handsome, from his hair to his two hundred dollar tens shoes. But, even though I had no clue where I was, I had enough common sense to know that this wasn't a place to look at boys.
"I am soooooo scared of a can of pepper spray," he laughed sarcastically. That was when I split, spraying the pepper spray into the air, making my eyes puffy and the air around me to unbearable to breath. Coughing loudly, I took hold of my sister's arm, trying to push her up and sprinted blindly into the endless forest. Never looking back. My sister whined. And when I looked down, I knew instantly, that I had dislocated her shoulder. She was in agonizing pain but there was nothing I could do about it this moment but get into cover so I could work on healing it. I had to get away from the creepily, cute boy. I still don't understand why I thought this was so necessary but something about him was different than the other boys I meet in my life.
Hours passed, and each second, was worse than the last. The forest never showed signs of ending. Hated for not knowing where I was, and the purpose behind it, only made the situation worse. My sister cries of pain got worse and worse as time passed, and after round five hours of endless running, I knew the time came where I knew both her and I couldn't take it anymore. I started to slow my pace bring my running to a walk, to nothing at all. Tears were flowing in my sister eyes causing my own to get watery. Her arm was uglier than bald cat. Purple, green, and yellow were the only colors present. She couldn't bring her arm down to her waist and when I pushed it back to it's spot she screamed so hard that it seemed like everyone in the world could hear it. I ripped fabric from the bottom my shati and made somewhat of a kombeo to support her arm. I told her to not songesha it. I knew it would take what seemed like forever, just for her arm to be able to songesha even an inch.
I was scared. But I wouldn't nor couldn't, onyesha her that. My sister needed me for comfort in this middle of nowhere wasteland and inaonyesha her that even I couldn't take it wasn't something she could bare. We laid there not knowing what to do next, when the boy showed up once more.
Chapter 2
I was unarmed. The rest of the pepper spray laid on the floor of where I had sprayed it. I put my hand up, in surrender. His eyes grew big as he stared at my hands. I discovered that they were covered in blood. He stared at my sister's arm and turned a greenish, purple color. He searched his bag and threw a water bottle kwa my feet. My eyes took a glance at the bottle and knew that it was not water in the container. I raised an eyebrow, in question. He shook his head.
"Give it to the girl," he said. I picked the bottle, my eyes never leaving the boy, and put it in my sister's good arm. Thirsty from the dehydration, my sister, drained the bottle. Every sip, her arm's color started coming back to her. Soon, the ugly, broken arm, looked like a bad scar. Her eyes dried.
"Thanks," I alisema unemotionally. I now was staring the boy down. He clearly had no weapons, and he seemed as puny as a stick. So why was he so cocky? I could take him in a fight any time.
"You're welcome," he alisema in the same tone, "I'm Al--" he started, but I cut him off.
"No need for names..." I said, cautiously. I wasn't going to stay in this middle of nowhere forest. I had to get to my father. Alone he couldn't do much
"Hi! I'm Anna!!" my sister greeted from beside me..... Mental face palm.
"Brooklyn..." I said.
"I didn't ask where you're from, I asked for your name." he responded.
"Haha, very funny." I said.
"I know, I'm pretty suave, huh?" he flirted. I sighed.
"Suave? No. Lame? Yes." And a total cutie too.
"So, what're wewe girls doing here in the woods, in the middle of night?"
"Ummm, none of you're business... And I could say the same for you. What's a weak, unprotected boy doing in the middle of the woods at midnight?"
"None of you're business," he alisema casually.
"Ugh, don't tell me, you're a teenage werewolf au vampire! I hated that series!"
"Haha very funny."
"I know, I'm pretty funny." I smiled flirtatiously. I was completely out of my comfort zone. It wasn't that I was ugly. In fact, the boys in our town would always stare at me in the village, making bets on which one could kiss me first, while I was buying groceries. But I never considered talking to them. This was the first time I had ever flirted with and guy and I wasn't very good at it. But the boy looked at me google-eyed, making me nervous.
"Umm guys?" Anna alisema from behind me, "Don't get me wrong. I applaud wewe for getting my sister to act like a teenage girl, but when you're done with your little flirt-fest, can we please go to a hospital?"
"I thought that thing healed your arm?" I alisema getting serious, again.
"It did, but I think I'm also bleeding."
We looked down, eyes widening, as we took in the large bloody gash in her leg that soaked her once flowery skirt, just as Anna went unconscious.
Chapter 1
My eyes glittered open. Surrounded kwa endless rows of trees with no idea about how I got here wasn't good news. The sun blazed, blindly, while put my hand over my eyes. I sat up to get a better survey of my predicament. Surprise registered through out my system. Everywhere I looked. Green. mti after mti after tree. Surveying the whole area, I finally noticed my sister laying besides me, on the dark brown dirt that covered the forest. She was still unconscious. I shook her hard and her eyes popped open as fast as a gun.
"Huh... What?" she alisema when she awoke. She became aware of the surroundings, the endless rows of trees. A confused look swept across her face. It was the same look I've seen a million times but this time fear was mixed along with it.
"Weren't we just..." she starred to swali when something stirred within the trees. I grabbed a can of pepper spay from bag, that I just noticed was laying on the ground under my head, and pointed it at the location of sound. A laugh from the other side of the woods fell, when I did, and roared though out the forest. My sister laid on the floor helplessly, shaking with fear. I had to take control of the situation if I was to get out of this place.
"I'm not afraid to use this!" I yelled naively towards the laugh. But the laughter just increased. A boy, with chocolate, brown hair and eyes as green as the trees that surrounded us, entered to clearing making my sister shake even more. Something about him made the hair on the back of my neck, stand up. He was, without a doubt handsome, from his hair to his two hundred dollar tens shoes. But, even though I had no clue where I was, I had enough common sense to know that this wasn't a place to look at boys.
"I am soooooo scared of a can of pepper spray," he laughed sarcastically. That was when I split, spraying the pepper spray into the air, making my eyes puffy and the air around me to unbearable to breath. Coughing loudly, I took hold of my sister's arm, trying to push her up and sprinted blindly into the endless forest. Never looking back. My sister whined. And when I looked down, I knew instantly, that I had dislocated her shoulder. She was in agonizing pain but there was nothing I could do about it this moment but get into cover so I could work on healing it. I had to get away from the creepily, cute boy. I still don't understand why I thought this was so necessary but something about him was different than the other boys I meet in my life.
Hours passed, and each second, was worse than the last. The forest never showed signs of ending. Hated for not knowing where I was, and the purpose behind it, only made the situation worse. My sister cries of pain got worse and worse as time passed, and after round five hours of endless running, I knew the time came where I knew both her and I couldn't take it anymore. I started to slow my pace bring my running to a walk, to nothing at all. Tears were flowing in my sister eyes causing my own to get watery. Her arm was uglier than bald cat. Purple, green, and yellow were the only colors present. She couldn't bring her arm down to her waist and when I pushed it back to it's spot she screamed so hard that it seemed like everyone in the world could hear it. I ripped fabric from the bottom my shati and made somewhat of a kombeo to support her arm. I told her to not songesha it. I knew it would take what seemed like forever, just for her arm to be able to songesha even an inch.
I was scared. But I wouldn't nor couldn't, onyesha her that. My sister needed me for comfort in this middle of nowhere wasteland and inaonyesha her that even I couldn't take it wasn't something she could bare. We laid there not knowing what to do next, when the boy showed up once more.
Chapter 2
I was unarmed. The rest of the pepper spray laid on the floor of where I had sprayed it. I put my hand up, in surrender. His eyes grew big as he stared at my hands. I discovered that they were covered in blood. He stared at my sister's arm and turned a greenish, purple color. He searched his bag and threw a water bottle kwa my feet. My eyes took a glance at the bottle and knew that it was not water in the container. I raised an eyebrow, in question. He shook his head.
"Give it to the girl," he said. I picked the bottle, my eyes never leaving the boy, and put it in my sister's good arm. Thirsty from the dehydration, my sister, drained the bottle. Every sip, her arm's color started coming back to her. Soon, the ugly, broken arm, looked like a bad scar. Her eyes dried.
"Thanks," I alisema unemotionally. I now was staring the boy down. He clearly had no weapons, and he seemed as puny as a stick. So why was he so cocky? I could take him in a fight any time.
"You're welcome," he alisema in the same tone, "I'm Al--" he started, but I cut him off.
"No need for names..." I said, cautiously. I wasn't going to stay in this middle of nowhere forest. I had to get to my father. Alone he couldn't do much
"Hi! I'm Anna!!" my sister greeted from beside me..... Mental face palm.
"Brooklyn..." I said.
"I didn't ask where you're from, I asked for your name." he responded.
"Haha, very funny." I said.
"I know, I'm pretty suave, huh?" he flirted. I sighed.
"Suave? No. Lame? Yes." And a total cutie too.
"So, what're wewe girls doing here in the woods, in the middle of night?"
"Ummm, none of you're business... And I could say the same for you. What's a weak, unprotected boy doing in the middle of the woods at midnight?"
"None of you're business," he alisema casually.
"Ugh, don't tell me, you're a teenage werewolf au vampire! I hated that series!"
"Haha very funny."
"I know, I'm pretty funny." I smiled flirtatiously. I was completely out of my comfort zone. It wasn't that I was ugly. In fact, the boys in our town would always stare at me in the village, making bets on which one could kiss me first, while I was buying groceries. But I never considered talking to them. This was the first time I had ever flirted with and guy and I wasn't very good at it. But the boy looked at me google-eyed, making me nervous.
"Umm guys?" Anna alisema from behind me, "Don't get me wrong. I applaud wewe for getting my sister to act like a teenage girl, but when you're done with your little flirt-fest, can we please go to a hospital?"
"I thought that thing healed your arm?" I alisema getting serious, again.
"It did, but I think I'm also bleeding."
We looked down, eyes widening, as we took in the large bloody gash in her leg that soaked her once flowery skirt, just as Anna went unconscious.
Always running
All the time,
Chasing a dream
As I follow the signs.
Out of breath
I miss a turn,
I wander the paths
Ready to learn.
I start to get impatient
I'm working so hard,
So how come I'm not there yet
I've played all my cards.
Life is like a rollercoaster
Mine never stops,
It takes me round in circles
Back to the start.
There are so many highs and lows
Yet they''re all the same,
I need a change of track
Something different to my name.
Each step I take aches my body
And I'm waiting for the day,
That a different train will come along
And take me a different way.
All the time,
Chasing a dream
As I follow the signs.
Out of breath
I miss a turn,
I wander the paths
Ready to learn.
I start to get impatient
I'm working so hard,
So how come I'm not there yet
I've played all my cards.
Life is like a rollercoaster
Mine never stops,
It takes me round in circles
Back to the start.
There are so many highs and lows
Yet they''re all the same,
I need a change of track
Something different to my name.
Each step I take aches my body
And I'm waiting for the day,
That a different train will come along
And take me a different way.
Dusty Streets
A blazing sun,
chakula and Water
There is none.
Living on hope
Crying out,
Helping others
Around and about.
Children Shouting
They wail and cry,
Willing for a change
A signal, a sign.
They're grateful for everytihng
Whatever comes their way,
They're constantly working
All night, all day.
The air is filthy
They cough and they weep,
They want to survive
They sniffle and sleep.
Begging off strangers
It's all they can do,
Someone to help them
It could be you.
-Emily Eaton (13)
A blazing sun,
chakula and Water
There is none.
Living on hope
Crying out,
Helping others
Around and about.
Children Shouting
They wail and cry,
Willing for a change
A signal, a sign.
They're grateful for everytihng
Whatever comes their way,
They're constantly working
All night, all day.
The air is filthy
They cough and they weep,
They want to survive
They sniffle and sleep.
Begging off strangers
It's all they can do,
Someone to help them
It could be you.
-Emily Eaton (13)
I have a secret: I'm afraid. I'm terribly afraid that I AM GOING TO DIE. I didn't ask for leukemia. Nor did I expect it. Especially not chronic myelogenous leukemia. Especially when chronic myelogenous leukemia tends to affect the OLDER males, and I'm only what, 14?
But do wewe know why it has to be a secret? I have a family: my dad and Jae, my youngest sister. [Yeah, I have two more, but, they're out of my life at the moment.] They cried their hearts out once I was diagnosed. They were afraid that they'd lose another family member--after all, my mother passed away after a car accident. I promised to be strong. For Dad. For Jae. For Mom.
But if being strong means that I have to hold back all these tears, that I have to surpress all my fear in order to comfort my family, sometimes I wish I didn't make that promise.
But do wewe know why it has to be a secret? I have a family: my dad and Jae, my youngest sister. [Yeah, I have two more, but, they're out of my life at the moment.] They cried their hearts out once I was diagnosed. They were afraid that they'd lose another family member--after all, my mother passed away after a car accident. I promised to be strong. For Dad. For Jae. For Mom.
But if being strong means that I have to hold back all these tears, that I have to surpress all my fear in order to comfort my family, sometimes I wish I didn't make that promise.
I was in the class the other day, and Mrs.Crosswaer was handing out new assignments. And he stared at me! Oh his name is Sam, and he was staring at me dreamly!!!!!!!!!!!
It was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cooooooooooooooool!
I am SO SORRY! It had to be lonfer so yeah!
It was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cooooooooooooooool!
I am SO SORRY! It had to be lonfer so yeah!
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One lonely sunday afternoon
I sit in my chamber and have nothing to do
My upendo is far away
I wonder if (s)he's already forgotten me
So I sadly watch the sky
See the raindrops passing by
One looonely sunday afternooon...
One looonely sunday afternoon
One lonely sunday afternoon
I'm even as my flowers still out of bloom
I find some old photos, covered with dust
I cannot forget wewe although I know that I must
So I sadly let them fly
And this time I have to cry
One looonely sunday afternooon...
One looonely sunday afternoon
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