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'm Trying to be me
Why can't I be?
I'm trying to onyesha
why can't this feeling go?
Ohh... can't wewe see?
I'm trying to be me
No matter If you're short au tall
No matter If wewe have this all
Just have your life with whom wewe want
No matter what people has to say
and just songesha on, on your way
Everybody has something to share
and everybody has someone to care... about
people could be real with you
and mostly they could courtesy you
Just forget about them
No matter if you're punk au rock
No matter if wewe have a bad look
Just have your life with whom wewe want
No matter what people has to say
and just songesha on, on your way
Just forget...just forget... Just forget
what people has to say
and just songesha on, on your way!
Why can't I be?
I'm trying to onyesha
why can't this feeling go?
Ohh... can't wewe see?
I'm trying to be me
No matter If you're short au tall
No matter If wewe have this all
Just have your life with whom wewe want
No matter what people has to say
and just songesha on, on your way
Everybody has something to share
and everybody has someone to care... about
people could be real with you
and mostly they could courtesy you
Just forget about them
No matter if you're punk au rock
No matter if wewe have a bad look
Just have your life with whom wewe want
No matter what people has to say
and just songesha on, on your way
Just forget...just forget... Just forget
what people has to say
and just songesha on, on your way!
He can handle her worst
hold fast to dreams,
for if dreams die,
life is a broken winged bird,
that can not fly.
the night is a big black cat,
the moon is her topaz eye,
the stars are the mice she hunts at night,
in the field of the sultry sky.
the mirror is the magic of man,
for his quest throughout time,
has been to see himself,
to know himself as others do,
and the mirror is his tool,
however, he must remember,
that the mirror shows everything,
exactly in reverse.
wewe are drowning yourself in sorrow,
holding close your memories of regret,
wewe hope then tomorrow,
the memories wewe shall forget,
but they never really leave you,
no, they are always here,
but in time someone will change them,
to memories that are so dear.
for if dreams die,
life is a broken winged bird,
that can not fly.
the night is a big black cat,
the moon is her topaz eye,
the stars are the mice she hunts at night,
in the field of the sultry sky.
the mirror is the magic of man,
for his quest throughout time,
has been to see himself,
to know himself as others do,
and the mirror is his tool,
however, he must remember,
that the mirror shows everything,
exactly in reverse.
wewe are drowning yourself in sorrow,
holding close your memories of regret,
wewe hope then tomorrow,
the memories wewe shall forget,
but they never really leave you,
no, they are always here,
but in time someone will change them,
to memories that are so dear.
