As doctors rushed in and Mariah and Tiffany ran inayofuata to Kyle, James sat there, looking at his brother, remembering all that they'd gone through, fighting evil monsters that don't exist, fighting bad guys, everything, they survived it all. Except the human race, their own species. He was about to cry but looked up and saw Mariah and Tiffany, crying. He hugged them tight, like Kyle used to. "It'll be ok" he said. "But what are we going to do?" sobbed Mariah. "Live on." alisema James and hugged them tighter. Later that evening James went to Kyle's house and looked under his kitanda and found a box. He changed the letters so it alisema Sheila. Inside were pictures, of their mum. It had uandishi to. It didn't take long for him to realise that it was their mums things. There was a picture of his mum holding two babys on the back it said; 'Me holding my two children, James and Kyle, my little sunshines of life.'
He put the picture in his pocket.
A while after Kyle's funeral, Summer announced that she was pregnant. She hadn't decided on the name. When the baby was born, it was a little girl. "What should I name her?" she asked.
They all alisema names. Eventually James said, "What about Sheila?" the name mtched her beautifully. "What gave wewe hat idea? Not that its bad its just so unique and wewe don't hear it much." alisema Summer.
"Kyle told it to me, it was a nenosiri for this." he pulled out the box from his bag.
So that was her name, they all saw what was in the box, and all lived on.
He put the picture in his pocket.
A while after Kyle's funeral, Summer announced that she was pregnant. She hadn't decided on the name. When the baby was born, it was a little girl. "What should I name her?" she asked.
They all alisema names. Eventually James said, "What about Sheila?" the name mtched her beautifully. "What gave wewe hat idea? Not that its bad its just so unique and wewe don't hear it much." alisema Summer.
"Kyle told it to me, it was a nenosiri for this." he pulled out the box from his bag.
So that was her name, they all saw what was in the box, and all lived on.
I wrote this a while back, for my language arts class. Please don't copy, enjoy!!!:)
Don't be careless
About the world
Many people are penniless
They have nowhere to go
Generations through generations
Our numbers subtract
Stand up and fight
We are not powerless
Together we unite
And restore our happiness
Come on let's be earnest
We can improve academically
onyesha that we care
Our people need compassion
We live and love
And we think of above
Forever and ever
We will be together
No matter how wicked
au cruel we can be
We all live and die
In this democracy on Earth
Don't be careless
About the world
Many people are penniless
They have nowhere to go
Generations through generations
Our numbers subtract
Stand up and fight
We are not powerless
Together we unite
And restore our happiness
Come on let's be earnest
We can improve academically
onyesha that we care
Our people need compassion
We live and love
And we think of above
Forever and ever
We will be together
No matter how wicked
au cruel we can be
We all live and die
In this democracy on Earth
Reality hurts, I have experience
It makes wewe feel free, and then drags wewe to the ground
It tells wewe that everything will be ok
Later it crushes all hope and faith
It makes wewe see what wewe want to see
Let’s wewe feel what wewe want to feel
It puts wewe in those “oh snap” positions
It laughs at wewe in the face for your mistakes
It can help wewe find upendo au heartbreak
In the end reality gives wewe the same outcome
The very outcome wewe tried to avoid
Reality doesn’t control me, I refuse to be destroyed
It makes wewe feel free, and then drags wewe to the ground
It tells wewe that everything will be ok
Later it crushes all hope and faith
It makes wewe see what wewe want to see
Let’s wewe feel what wewe want to feel
It puts wewe in those “oh snap” positions
It laughs at wewe in the face for your mistakes
It can help wewe find upendo au heartbreak
In the end reality gives wewe the same outcome
The very outcome wewe tried to avoid
Reality doesn’t control me, I refuse to be destroyed