CHAPTER ONE: PEACE OFFERING
CAN wewe TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF?" My mom asked me at the front door.
"Mom, I'll be fine!" I told her.
"Are wewe sure? I can stay nyumbani with wewe and Jared if wewe want." She asked again, and this time it sounded like she was hoping I'd say "no, don't go...stay here with me and tuck me into kitanda and tell me stories to go to sleep to."
"Mom, go! Have a great time! We will be fine!" I alisema and Jared shook his head in approval.
"Alright!" She alisema and she kissed my forhead once more, did the same to Jared, and then out the door to her taxi that awaited her she went. Jared and I waved to her good bye, and she waved back. She got in the taxi, and then the car drove off. It sort of brought tears to my eyes. Just kidding. But if she was leaving forever then yes. She is just leaving for three months. It was something to do with business, and since I was sixteen and Jared was thirteen, we don't need a baby sitter. I'll take care of us.
I closed the door, and walked to my room. I jumped on my bed, and Jared ran around the house with excitement. He was uigizaji really wild and crazy, and if I could I'd smack him in the face.
"JARED!" I called and he came into my room waving his arms around.
"What?" He asked jumping up and down.
"One, settle down. Two, go outside au go to Matt's house au something!" I alisema and he nodded, then ran out of the house screaming at the juu of his lungs. I grabbed my phone, and started to call my Marafiki to come over.
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LATER THAT NIGHT AFTER MY Marafiki left my house, I was all alone and about to call Jared to come nyumbani when the door kengele rang. I guess somebody forgot there phone au something. But I went to the door anyway. I opened the door, and looked around. It was pretty dark out, but still able to see in the night. So far. I looked around, and saw no one. I took a step out, and heard something go TING! I looked down, and there at my feet was a champagne glass with a rose taped to it. The glass was standing on a card, which was wrapped up to a golden box. I grabbed them all, and opened the card which red: ROSES ARE RED, VIOLETS ARE BLUE! THEY ARE TRUE LIKE ME AND YOU! SO DON'T wewe SEE WE MAKE EACH OTHER COMPLETE! SO WHY DON'T WE MAKE TOGETHER FOREVER BETWEEN wewe AND ME!? I smiled, and looked to see who left his here. But there was no name. I put the glass and rose aside, and looked at the golden box. The box had something incripted onto it. I traced the words with my fingers, and then read them: EVERY ROSE HAS IT'S THORN I looked at it strangly, and then opened the box. There inside, was a sekunde card. I opened it, and read the inside: DEAR MRS. CHRIS FRODEN...WE ARE PLEASED TO INFORM wewe THAT YOUR SON AND DAUGHTER-MRS. BEVEN FRODEN AND MR. JARED FRODEN-HAS BEEN INFORMED INTO GROGETZ SCHOOL OF THE SUPERNATURAL. WHERE WE TEACH THINGS LIKE MAGIC, AND HOW TO REPEL THE DARK FORCES. BUT NOT ONLY STUDENTS GO HERE. VAMPIRES, WERE WOLVES, STYRS, ETC. ALL ARE HERE AND APART OF GROGETZ. wewe SHOULD BE PLEASED SINCE YOUR SON AND DAUGHTER IS ONE OF THE ABOVE. IF THIS HAS FALLEN INTO THE WRONG HANDS, WE ARE SORRY TO TELL wewe THAT THE TRUTH HAS BEEN KEPT FROM wewe OVER THE PAST YEARS. WE HAD TO WAIT TILL A CERTAIN TIME TO INQUIRE YOU. ONCE wewe WERE AT THE AGE OF 10 WE SENT THE FIRST ONE OUT, BUT THEY HAVE BEEN REFUSED. HOPEFULLY wewe WILL EXCEPT OUR WARM WELCOME INTO GROGETZ SCHOOL OF THE SUPERNATURAL, AND LET YOUR SON AND DAUGHTER jiunge THE WORLD OF GROGETZ. TO REPLY WITH YOUR ANSWER, SIMPLY mduara, duara THE WORD YES BELOW THE SINCERELY AND SEND IT BACK, au NO IF wewe REFUES. au wewe CAN REACH US ONLINE AT WWW.GROGETZ.COM THANKS AND HAVE A HAPPY FRIDAY!
SINCERELY,
THE HEAD MISTRESS: MRS. ELIZABETH SAWYER
I stared at the letter in horror, and looked around again outside to see if this was a prank. I closed the door, and put the note down. I looked at the box again, and re read what it said: EVERY ROSE HAS IT'S THORN I then re thought about how me and Jared have been different in school. The advantages and disadvantages. But it was all good. In the end, we were a pretty good person that has fitted in school. I closed the note, put it down, and went to go call Jared to tell him the good and au bad news!
CAN wewe TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF?" My mom asked me at the front door.
"Mom, I'll be fine!" I told her.
"Are wewe sure? I can stay nyumbani with wewe and Jared if wewe want." She asked again, and this time it sounded like she was hoping I'd say "no, don't go...stay here with me and tuck me into kitanda and tell me stories to go to sleep to."
"Mom, go! Have a great time! We will be fine!" I alisema and Jared shook his head in approval.
"Alright!" She alisema and she kissed my forhead once more, did the same to Jared, and then out the door to her taxi that awaited her she went. Jared and I waved to her good bye, and she waved back. She got in the taxi, and then the car drove off. It sort of brought tears to my eyes. Just kidding. But if she was leaving forever then yes. She is just leaving for three months. It was something to do with business, and since I was sixteen and Jared was thirteen, we don't need a baby sitter. I'll take care of us.
I closed the door, and walked to my room. I jumped on my bed, and Jared ran around the house with excitement. He was uigizaji really wild and crazy, and if I could I'd smack him in the face.
"JARED!" I called and he came into my room waving his arms around.
"What?" He asked jumping up and down.
"One, settle down. Two, go outside au go to Matt's house au something!" I alisema and he nodded, then ran out of the house screaming at the juu of his lungs. I grabbed my phone, and started to call my Marafiki to come over.
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LATER THAT NIGHT AFTER MY Marafiki left my house, I was all alone and about to call Jared to come nyumbani when the door kengele rang. I guess somebody forgot there phone au something. But I went to the door anyway. I opened the door, and looked around. It was pretty dark out, but still able to see in the night. So far. I looked around, and saw no one. I took a step out, and heard something go TING! I looked down, and there at my feet was a champagne glass with a rose taped to it. The glass was standing on a card, which was wrapped up to a golden box. I grabbed them all, and opened the card which red: ROSES ARE RED, VIOLETS ARE BLUE! THEY ARE TRUE LIKE ME AND YOU! SO DON'T wewe SEE WE MAKE EACH OTHER COMPLETE! SO WHY DON'T WE MAKE TOGETHER FOREVER BETWEEN wewe AND ME!? I smiled, and looked to see who left his here. But there was no name. I put the glass and rose aside, and looked at the golden box. The box had something incripted onto it. I traced the words with my fingers, and then read them: EVERY ROSE HAS IT'S THORN I looked at it strangly, and then opened the box. There inside, was a sekunde card. I opened it, and read the inside: DEAR MRS. CHRIS FRODEN...WE ARE PLEASED TO INFORM wewe THAT YOUR SON AND DAUGHTER-MRS. BEVEN FRODEN AND MR. JARED FRODEN-HAS BEEN INFORMED INTO GROGETZ SCHOOL OF THE SUPERNATURAL. WHERE WE TEACH THINGS LIKE MAGIC, AND HOW TO REPEL THE DARK FORCES. BUT NOT ONLY STUDENTS GO HERE. VAMPIRES, WERE WOLVES, STYRS, ETC. ALL ARE HERE AND APART OF GROGETZ. wewe SHOULD BE PLEASED SINCE YOUR SON AND DAUGHTER IS ONE OF THE ABOVE. IF THIS HAS FALLEN INTO THE WRONG HANDS, WE ARE SORRY TO TELL wewe THAT THE TRUTH HAS BEEN KEPT FROM wewe OVER THE PAST YEARS. WE HAD TO WAIT TILL A CERTAIN TIME TO INQUIRE YOU. ONCE wewe WERE AT THE AGE OF 10 WE SENT THE FIRST ONE OUT, BUT THEY HAVE BEEN REFUSED. HOPEFULLY wewe WILL EXCEPT OUR WARM WELCOME INTO GROGETZ SCHOOL OF THE SUPERNATURAL, AND LET YOUR SON AND DAUGHTER jiunge THE WORLD OF GROGETZ. TO REPLY WITH YOUR ANSWER, SIMPLY mduara, duara THE WORD YES BELOW THE SINCERELY AND SEND IT BACK, au NO IF wewe REFUES. au wewe CAN REACH US ONLINE AT WWW.GROGETZ.COM THANKS AND HAVE A HAPPY FRIDAY!
SINCERELY,
THE HEAD MISTRESS: MRS. ELIZABETH SAWYER
I stared at the letter in horror, and looked around again outside to see if this was a prank. I closed the door, and put the note down. I looked at the box again, and re read what it said: EVERY ROSE HAS IT'S THORN I then re thought about how me and Jared have been different in school. The advantages and disadvantages. But it was all good. In the end, we were a pretty good person that has fitted in school. I closed the note, put it down, and went to go call Jared to tell him the good and au bad news!
I am not nice but I feel.
I wonder but I don't know
what about.
I hear people talking but I never know what they say.
I see many thinks but never know what I'm looking at.
I want people to look to the past but not dwell on it.
I pretend to be something I'm not.
I fell things i cant see.
I touch and the smoothest things feel rough.
I worry that the siku will never end.
I cry but tears never come.
I understand that not ever ones the same.
I say something i don't mean.
I dream but only see blackness.
I hope that someday someone we'll see through my shield I put up and see me.
I am not nice but i feel.
I am who I am!
I’m quiet on the outside
An all-wrecking, raging storm on the inside
I can’t speak,
Because I fear I can only produce inhuman cries
But my inner screams overwhelm any external sound
I don't blame wewe for not seeing behind my hollow eyes
I don't blame wewe for not hearing anything but silence
And I don't blame wewe for not feeling my moyo breaking in my chest, over and over again
But I wish wewe would just hold me, and tell me I'll be okay.
That somehow, this all-consuming pain is not going to kill me.
That I will come out of this, stronger.
I wish I could distance myself from this destruction,
But I belong in the center of the hurricane
Because I need this pain, like I need oxygen
So, let my ravel in my agony,
Without it I am nothing
An all-wrecking, raging storm on the inside
I can’t speak,
Because I fear I can only produce inhuman cries
But my inner screams overwhelm any external sound
I don't blame wewe for not seeing behind my hollow eyes
I don't blame wewe for not hearing anything but silence
And I don't blame wewe for not feeling my moyo breaking in my chest, over and over again
But I wish wewe would just hold me, and tell me I'll be okay.
That somehow, this all-consuming pain is not going to kill me.
That I will come out of this, stronger.
I wish I could distance myself from this destruction,
But I belong in the center of the hurricane
Because I need this pain, like I need oxygen
So, let my ravel in my agony,
Without it I am nothing
Chapter 1:The begaining
It started with the fighting,the endless fighting.It was mid Febuary 2001 when a couple with a small boy and another child on the way,split.They had been aurguing for hours on end and the husband,Jason,decided to leave and live with a friend for a while.While the wife,Sandra,cried and wept to no avail Jason left.Jason had contracted pnemonia and was placed in a hospital only days after his fight with Sandra.Sandra was also in the hospital but for a different reason,she had aliyopewa birth to a girl named Emily.And that was the begaining of Emily's life,a life full of sadness and missery that will come to a halt and be cut short kwa the evil hands of fate and the mind.
It started with the fighting,the endless fighting.It was mid Febuary 2001 when a couple with a small boy and another child on the way,split.They had been aurguing for hours on end and the husband,Jason,decided to leave and live with a friend for a while.While the wife,Sandra,cried and wept to no avail Jason left.Jason had contracted pnemonia and was placed in a hospital only days after his fight with Sandra.Sandra was also in the hospital but for a different reason,she had aliyopewa birth to a girl named Emily.And that was the begaining of Emily's life,a life full of sadness and missery that will come to a halt and be cut short kwa the evil hands of fate and the mind.
A silhouette standing alone,
Amongst a field of arid snow,
Waiting for something still unknown,
Not any further from the tombstone.
Awaiting a sign of life and hope,
Letting out a deep sigh,
“It’s not getting any easier to cope”
A whisper carried kwa the wind.
The stars: my aspirations,
But city lights in the distance,
Taunted it from their foundations,
Caustic lights ending its existence.
An unattached shadow standing in solitude,
Amongst a field of caustic cold,
Tired of waiting, wanting to end,
I was everything untold.
Amongst a field of arid snow,
Waiting for something still unknown,
Not any further from the tombstone.
Awaiting a sign of life and hope,
Letting out a deep sigh,
“It’s not getting any easier to cope”
A whisper carried kwa the wind.
The stars: my aspirations,
But city lights in the distance,
Taunted it from their foundations,
Caustic lights ending its existence.
An unattached shadow standing in solitude,
Amongst a field of caustic cold,
Tired of waiting, wanting to end,
I was everything untold.
tell me why do wewe pretend
to let the agonizing memories
of your damaged past let wewe
be the person that wewe are
now,
please let your body,
mind, heart, soul,and
feelings escape the
tragic night-mares and
feel my: "etreindre de'
amour" around wewe for-
ever.
my etreindre de' amour
is what i can offer to you,
through this time that you
will feel from me.
will wewe feel my ever-
lasting touch of upendo as
wewe grieve over the Lost
memories and moments
that wewe never gotten back.
let me take your
emphasized wounds
and give them to the
crumbling world that
never lets wewe feel the
upendo that wewe need to
feel in your life now.
but wewe look for my
casual-words that will
give wewe strength that
wewe need to go on with
your life.
your endless obession
for living this lie trying
to get past this pain, that
will forever remains inside
your soul now.
to let the agonizing memories
of your damaged past let wewe
be the person that wewe are
now,
please let your body,
mind, heart, soul,and
feelings escape the
tragic night-mares and
feel my: "etreindre de'
amour" around wewe for-
ever.
my etreindre de' amour
is what i can offer to you,
through this time that you
will feel from me.
will wewe feel my ever-
lasting touch of upendo as
wewe grieve over the Lost
memories and moments
that wewe never gotten back.
let me take your
emphasized wounds
and give them to the
crumbling world that
never lets wewe feel the
upendo that wewe need to
feel in your life now.
but wewe look for my
casual-words that will
give wewe strength that
wewe need to go on with
your life.
your endless obession
for living this lie trying
to get past this pain, that
will forever remains inside
your soul now.
My anger came that day,
i tried to stay calm through
it all but my emotions just
gave way without me telling
them too.
She saw my frustration
taking shape and took
me in her loving arms
and told me it would be
okay.
I knew that my personal
emotions would show,that
i would pretend not to be
upset, and playing them
off as casual-words and not
the hurtful words as to what
they sounded to me.
I wanted to barricade
myself inside my head
and listen to those supposed
hurtful words that were being
alisema about me,
The thoughts that raced
through my mind were not
the words that i heard coming out
of his mouth that day,
All i can say to wewe is
that i accused him of
being wrong and that
was unfair for me to do,
i tried to stay calm through
it all but my emotions just
gave way without me telling
them too.
She saw my frustration
taking shape and took
me in her loving arms
and told me it would be
okay.
I knew that my personal
emotions would show,that
i would pretend not to be
upset, and playing them
off as casual-words and not
the hurtful words as to what
they sounded to me.
I wanted to barricade
myself inside my head
and listen to those supposed
hurtful words that were being
alisema about me,
The thoughts that raced
through my mind were not
the words that i heard coming out
of his mouth that day,
All i can say to wewe is
that i accused him of
being wrong and that
was unfair for me to do,