mysterious love
-chapter one-
It was my first siku of 11th grade.My alarm clock went off I stayed in kitanda for a little while I didnt want too get up.But after a miniute au two I just got up.I went too my closet and pick out some clothes really it was just what I seen first.After I dressed my self I went down stairs too see my father in the jikoni makeing coffee.Soon he would be on his way too work, just like every day.My father is a lawyer for the town of Bartonville,Arkansas. Every body liked him thoughs who didnt did not know him very well,but he is very queit kinda like me.Him and my mother divorced when I was younger.I have an older sister some where but non of my family knows where last I heard she had got married 4 times,but she has been married too this one for a least 7 years now.
After I ate breakfast I went too get my bag it was really light for all that was in it,then I got my kanzu, koti and was out the door.when I was out side I look at my old car ,it was a 1977 ford ranchero,although it was very old it got me too school and back.I had no job but I was trying too get one,at this time any job would help i need money for my car insurance and college.I was hopping too at least get in too a school ner by, my father would be alone too fend for him self if I was too far.
I got in too my car and and started the engine hoping it would start,when it did I back out my drive way and and headed down the sad mitaani, mtaa too my school. When I was in the parking lot of my school, there was a sign above the south entery it alisema bartonville public high school.As I entered the building there were many tennagers in the long hall. I did not see any body I new so I just walked down the hall looking for my locker.When I finaly found it at the juu it alisema 102 in black letters.I put my bag in it and some papers and then the kengele rang.I started down the hall again and looked for the room number 157 that was on the first floor.I found it in about 10 miniute I was late and my teacher ask were I was but I just told her that I could not find my way around the school yet,so she let me off.
When I was through with kusoma and math it was 30 miniutes before lunch so I dicided too go too the library.When I got there, there were some girls setting in a meza, jedwali . the others tables were takin exept for one ,so I went to it. When I was there I over heard the girls talking about a new student,which was weried too me becuse I was the last new student,I came here 2 years zamani me and my father moved here from New york, new york.
Then I heard the girls say there he is and I looked behind me and walking in the hall with his head down was a tall,skinny dark hair boy.When he seen me look at him he turn his head too meet my gaze,I was mesmerized kwa his looks and kwa his beautiful eyes they were icey blue the beautifullest thing i have ever seen but there looked so sad as if torchured for many years.But then he looked down and kept on walking...
-chapter one-
It was my first siku of 11th grade.My alarm clock went off I stayed in kitanda for a little while I didnt want too get up.But after a miniute au two I just got up.I went too my closet and pick out some clothes really it was just what I seen first.After I dressed my self I went down stairs too see my father in the jikoni makeing coffee.Soon he would be on his way too work, just like every day.My father is a lawyer for the town of Bartonville,Arkansas. Every body liked him thoughs who didnt did not know him very well,but he is very queit kinda like me.Him and my mother divorced when I was younger.I have an older sister some where but non of my family knows where last I heard she had got married 4 times,but she has been married too this one for a least 7 years now.
After I ate breakfast I went too get my bag it was really light for all that was in it,then I got my kanzu, koti and was out the door.when I was out side I look at my old car ,it was a 1977 ford ranchero,although it was very old it got me too school and back.I had no job but I was trying too get one,at this time any job would help i need money for my car insurance and college.I was hopping too at least get in too a school ner by, my father would be alone too fend for him self if I was too far.
I got in too my car and and started the engine hoping it would start,when it did I back out my drive way and and headed down the sad mitaani, mtaa too my school. When I was in the parking lot of my school, there was a sign above the south entery it alisema bartonville public high school.As I entered the building there were many tennagers in the long hall. I did not see any body I new so I just walked down the hall looking for my locker.When I finaly found it at the juu it alisema 102 in black letters.I put my bag in it and some papers and then the kengele rang.I started down the hall again and looked for the room number 157 that was on the first floor.I found it in about 10 miniute I was late and my teacher ask were I was but I just told her that I could not find my way around the school yet,so she let me off.
When I was through with kusoma and math it was 30 miniutes before lunch so I dicided too go too the library.When I got there, there were some girls setting in a meza, jedwali . the others tables were takin exept for one ,so I went to it. When I was there I over heard the girls talking about a new student,which was weried too me becuse I was the last new student,I came here 2 years zamani me and my father moved here from New york, new york.
Then I heard the girls say there he is and I looked behind me and walking in the hall with his head down was a tall,skinny dark hair boy.When he seen me look at him he turn his head too meet my gaze,I was mesmerized kwa his looks and kwa his beautiful eyes they were icey blue the beautifullest thing i have ever seen but there looked so sad as if torchured for many years.But then he looked down and kept on walking...
