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!
My moyo has been punctured
It has never been broken
I’ve been filled with heartache
But that was unspoken
I’m always lonely
But I’m never alone
I live in a house
But my mind is my home
I’m not dead
But I’m not always alive
You’ve never been me
So wewe think I’ll survive
I’m always so happy
Yet I’m always so sad
I’m always so calm
Yet I always feel mad
Maybe I’m normal
And maybe I’m sane
But I’m not feeling right
I don’t feel the same... <3 <3 <3
It has never been broken
I’ve been filled with heartache
But that was unspoken
I’m always lonely
But I’m never alone
I live in a house
But my mind is my home
I’m not dead
But I’m not always alive
You’ve never been me
So wewe think I’ll survive
I’m always so happy
Yet I’m always so sad
I’m always so calm
Yet I always feel mad
Maybe I’m normal
And maybe I’m sane
But I’m not feeling right
I don’t feel the same... <3 <3 <3
this is a poem i wrote. i hope everyone likes it. this is the first time i have ilitumwa any of my writings. Enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Moonlight comes through the window and softly hits on your face
and it takes my breath away As I look at the wonder the wonder of my life
and it takes my breath away As I look at the wonder the wonder of my life
I draw a pretty picture A picture on my wrist The picture keeps getting bigger Every time my feelings are dismissed wewe think the words don’t hurt me That the actions don’t cause me pain wewe think that if I smile I must be happy again I’m not going to blame it on wewe Because I know that its my choice But it only ever happens when wewe raise your voice I hear the screams and shouts And I reach out for the blade I do it without thinking Then I look at the mess I’ve made It looks ugly and it stings But it takes away the pain And the hurt Of all the other things I know you’ll tell me its wrong If wewe ever find out That’s why I keep my arms covered I don’t want wewe to scream and shout I keep my arms covered so no one else can see The scratches ive made on my arms There something that’s private to me
She's like ran in the summer she can be bummer but no matter what I still upendo her. She's got a smile that puts the sun to shame and a name that rolls right off the tongue. She calls herself emo, cause she writes on herself and listens to rock and screemo. She baridi then any girl I know, she's a rocker chick who knows how to put on a show. And I upendo to see her every siku even though kwa the end she drives me insane. She makes me laugh with her stupid jokes and her uandishi always touches me deep. She's really smart and she's humble and has a great heart. But it drives me nuts cause she has low self-esteem no matter how cool she may seem.
That's all I have so far
That's all I have so far
She wishes she could escape this horrible hell called life. The constant pain, anger, sorrow, and greif. She's constantly reminded of what she wants and why she can't have it. "Every one else is happy. Where did I go wrong?" she wonders. She cries as she realizes there's no escape. Except... but would it be worth it? Always worrying, wondering, watching. Would she really? Just to escape. She's reaching her breaking point. Soon she won't put up anymore. She'll give in. Give up. Permanently escape.
She lies awake at night afraid of what haunts her dreams. She can't fall asleep even if she wants to. Too many thoughts haunting her mind. Screams echoing in the night. She feels as if she can't trust anyone. She shivers under her blanket as distorted whispers echo around her. She feels as if something, au someone, is watching her. There is one that stands out among the rest. Still watching her, but she feels comforted kwa the whispers and respectful gaze. Not watching her, but watching over her. "Sleep," the voice whispers. She's comforted and does as she's told. She ignors the haunting whispers and listens only to the soft whispers of her dead brother.
She watches. She wonders. She waits. She can't do anything about it. Every sekunde of every siku ticking away like a bomb. Too scared to act until it's too late. She realizes it's hopeless. "How could I be so stupid?" she asks herself. She can't help hoping, wishing, dreaming. "All of it is useless," she tells herself. But if she lets go, what reason would there be to live? Time ticks away. She can't do anything. She wonders if it would be worth it. Even if she doesn't do anything, she'll wonder if it was the right choice. Hating herself for not doing anything. Wishing she could have done more. An endless cycle. Wishing it would stop. She hopes time will heal her. au maybe, it will make it worse.
They all have their eyes on the same thing. To them, it's just a competition to see who can be the prettiest with the mst makeup. They think that will impress him. Maybe it works. Maybe it just makes them look stupid. They're like lights attracting moths. Innocent-looking at first, but turn deadly if wewe let them. Killers in pink. Turning innocent people to a life of pink, palstic, and perfume. They think it'll work. Well I refuse. No matter how many Marafiki get turned to plastic, I will NEVER give in. We will find our own way before this world turns to one giant dollhouse.