Chapter 17
Calm, be calm
“If the rest of this population finds all about their devil plan, then they won’t stand for it! They just won’t!”
“Pammy!” Sage yelled. “We already checked, it’s kind off not official but people are definitely not happy and they just announced it.”
“So calm down,” Ali added.
“Right…I’m calm, I’m fine and I’m calm, like a breeze, a calm breeze.” I mutter as I sit down.
Scotty sighs. “There’ll probably make a petition to stop it and bing bang boom, done.”
“That mti park is awesome! Our hometown! Our first upendo before we discovered boys!” I yell.
“That’s called dedication,” Honey murmurs. “Anyways, there’s nothing to worry about, depending on how important and what-not it is, it’ll be fine. Spread the word to other crazy people like wewe and those idiots won’t even mention a word of it.”
I scowled at that comment, Talia was uncharistically quiet in all this, and watched with interest and the face like mine was while kusoma a fight on face book.
Ali turned to me. “By the way, we heard wewe ditched us to snooze in the nurse’s office, though wewe overslept.”
I sighed. “Beth’s still sleeping, and the nurse told me she was a bit worried about her, that she thinks she’s not getting enough sleep, and I looked and noticed some huge dark circles under her eyes, just barely concealed kwa make-up. This is serious.”
Sage nodded grimly. “Were going to have to aren’t we?”
“Have to what?” Honey asked. “Kill her? Because I have and liked to keep a clean record.”
Ali growled frustratingly. “NO! Were going to tie her to the kitanda if she tries to go to school and I will not take no for an answer.”
“Extreme much?” Scotty asked, looking at us.
Sage, Ali, and I shook her head. “No.”
“Of course,” Scotty muttered.
*Thanks for reading, please don't copy, maoni and mashabiki would be lovely! Stories will be ilitumwa on Mondays and Wedndays, I'll try to keep track!*
Calm, be calm
“If the rest of this population finds all about their devil plan, then they won’t stand for it! They just won’t!”
“Pammy!” Sage yelled. “We already checked, it’s kind off not official but people are definitely not happy and they just announced it.”
“So calm down,” Ali added.
“Right…I’m calm, I’m fine and I’m calm, like a breeze, a calm breeze.” I mutter as I sit down.
Scotty sighs. “There’ll probably make a petition to stop it and bing bang boom, done.”
“That mti park is awesome! Our hometown! Our first upendo before we discovered boys!” I yell.
“That’s called dedication,” Honey murmurs. “Anyways, there’s nothing to worry about, depending on how important and what-not it is, it’ll be fine. Spread the word to other crazy people like wewe and those idiots won’t even mention a word of it.”
I scowled at that comment, Talia was uncharistically quiet in all this, and watched with interest and the face like mine was while kusoma a fight on face book.
Ali turned to me. “By the way, we heard wewe ditched us to snooze in the nurse’s office, though wewe overslept.”
I sighed. “Beth’s still sleeping, and the nurse told me she was a bit worried about her, that she thinks she’s not getting enough sleep, and I looked and noticed some huge dark circles under her eyes, just barely concealed kwa make-up. This is serious.”
Sage nodded grimly. “Were going to have to aren’t we?”
“Have to what?” Honey asked. “Kill her? Because I have and liked to keep a clean record.”
Ali growled frustratingly. “NO! Were going to tie her to the kitanda if she tries to go to school and I will not take no for an answer.”
“Extreme much?” Scotty asked, looking at us.
Sage, Ali, and I shook her head. “No.”
“Of course,” Scotty muttered.
*Thanks for reading, please don't copy, maoni and mashabiki would be lovely! Stories will be ilitumwa on Mondays and Wedndays, I'll try to keep track!*
I'm cheerful on the outside yes, but under this huge hyperfilled, cheerful girl is a fragile antique.
On the outside some see me as normal au energetic maybe the one apple with a hole in the barrel.
I'll plaster a smile every now and then to onyesha the me-the fake me- to disguise the actual one pulling the strings.
As I stand before the mirror starring at myself I see that figure looming behind me his hand on my shoulder.
And at that moment my mask breaks and I'm stunned at my actual self.
I'm filled with depression, sadness, anger and haterid.
Never did I want to ever see the true me.
The mirror breaks and the man inayofuata to me whispers "Your mine." I look down in defeat.
Dropping to the ground-on my knees-I begin to cry.
He got the better of me and now I am no more.
"I'm a monster." I say to myself through a sob.
On the outside some see me as normal au energetic maybe the one apple with a hole in the barrel.
I'll plaster a smile every now and then to onyesha the me-the fake me- to disguise the actual one pulling the strings.
As I stand before the mirror starring at myself I see that figure looming behind me his hand on my shoulder.
And at that moment my mask breaks and I'm stunned at my actual self.
I'm filled with depression, sadness, anger and haterid.
Never did I want to ever see the true me.
The mirror breaks and the man inayofuata to me whispers "Your mine." I look down in defeat.
Dropping to the ground-on my knees-I begin to cry.
He got the better of me and now I am no more.
"I'm a monster." I say to myself through a sob.
I am a broken-winged eagle
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
Let us hold hands in joy
Let us sit on the warm white sand
And let us watch the sun set tonight
We're gonna be a pair
We're gonna fly away
And let nobody go into our minds
Toni-i-ight
We're gonna slowly stand up
Listen to the waves
Roar and wash into the sand
And I'm gonna lean on you
Oh where were the times?
Where were the moments?
It seems like last year
When I kissed wewe and locked eyes
The sun's settin
But we're never gonna leave each other
Not if we stay together
Like ever...like forever
Watch the sun set
Watch the waves roll into each other
Oh my dear,
We're gonna never be separated
Sun sets,
Waves roll,
We're gonna sleep...
Side kwa side.