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Iggy stood in front of her bathroom mirror and checked her hair roots. Good, she didn't have to do any last dakika touch-ups. She shrugged on her tote bag and ran outside, flying to the bus stop. Derek was standing at the stop, waiting for his friend. "Hey Ignis, how'd wewe sleep?"
Iggy sneered at Derek, "Ha ha, your hilarious. wewe know exactly how I slept! And stop calling my Ignis, it's been Iggy since the third grade." She folded her arms and watched the bus advance.
As they climbed onto the bus, Derek was looking at her nervously, "Iggy, wewe haven't gotten serious sleep in over a mwezi because of these dreams. Tell your mom, maybe she can help? I mean, the nightmares obviously aren't getting any better." He sat inayofuata to a slim girl, and Iggy sat across the isle, stretching her legs across the seat.
"You're still having bad dreams? Maybe wewe should go to a shrink! wewe probably have something emotional in your head that is just now coming up in your teenage years. wewe know, my dad's a therapist, he taught me this stuff. Did your parents neglect wewe as a child?" Susan blurted out.
Iggy groaned, Susan was always trying to dissect other people's minds to figure out whats wrong with them. Not to mention she didn't have a filter, she just spat out whatever came to mind. The thing was, Iggy didn't even like Susan, they only hung out because Derek was "in love" with Susan.
"First of all, Iggy, not Ignis. Second, I'm not going to a shrink, especially not your quack of a dad. Third, stop uigizaji like wewe know what's wrong with me." Iggy alisema exasperatedly, leaning back and crossing her arms. Susan glared at Derek to give her support.
Derek finally got the message and muttered, "She's just trying to help Iggy." Iggy scoffed and stared out the window. She couldn't wait until they finally broke up and it could just be her and her best friend.
Iggy started thinking about her latest nightmare. It was the weirdest thing, and that's why she would never tell Susan au even Derek what it was about.
She was standing at the edge of a cliff with her hands held out before her. There were cuts and bruises and burns covering her arms. The sea was violent, it was dark, the air was bitter, and the earth was barren around her.
She looked to her right and saw a teenage boy, about her age, with black hair that whipped around in the wind. He also held out his arms, but they had no flaws. "Come on! Jump! Just jump!" He screamed over the wind.
She looked to her left and saw some kind of spotted jungle cat, staring at her. She heard a voice in her head, "Kill the serpent, wewe cannot survive if wewe follow it's charmer's tongue."
inayofuata to it was another boy, looking like the one to her right, but with different hair. "Use your gift! We can help you! But wewe must use your gift!" She wanted to ask what the gift was, but she couldn't make a sound.
She looked down and saw the serpent slowly winding up her legs, up her torso, circling her neck. She heard three voices at once, screaming at her. And then the serpent bit her.
Every dream, though each had different settings and plots, had the two boys, the cat, and the serpent. At the end of each dream, one of the characters died. And, for some reason, though she knew that the boys were the same, but with different hair, she could never remember above their shoulders.
Iggy had woken up in cold sweat early that morning, far too early, and immediately started to draw the scenes. Later, she would paint them. Just like every other day. Just like every other nightmare.
Iggy stood in front of her bathroom mirror and checked her hair roots. Good, she didn't have to do any last dakika touch-ups. She shrugged on her tote bag and ran outside, flying to the bus stop. Derek was standing at the stop, waiting for his friend. "Hey Ignis, how'd wewe sleep?"
Iggy sneered at Derek, "Ha ha, your hilarious. wewe know exactly how I slept! And stop calling my Ignis, it's been Iggy since the third grade." She folded her arms and watched the bus advance.
As they climbed onto the bus, Derek was looking at her nervously, "Iggy, wewe haven't gotten serious sleep in over a mwezi because of these dreams. Tell your mom, maybe she can help? I mean, the nightmares obviously aren't getting any better." He sat inayofuata to a slim girl, and Iggy sat across the isle, stretching her legs across the seat.
"You're still having bad dreams? Maybe wewe should go to a shrink! wewe probably have something emotional in your head that is just now coming up in your teenage years. wewe know, my dad's a therapist, he taught me this stuff. Did your parents neglect wewe as a child?" Susan blurted out.
Iggy groaned, Susan was always trying to dissect other people's minds to figure out whats wrong with them. Not to mention she didn't have a filter, she just spat out whatever came to mind. The thing was, Iggy didn't even like Susan, they only hung out because Derek was "in love" with Susan.
"First of all, Iggy, not Ignis. Second, I'm not going to a shrink, especially not your quack of a dad. Third, stop uigizaji like wewe know what's wrong with me." Iggy alisema exasperatedly, leaning back and crossing her arms. Susan glared at Derek to give her support.
Derek finally got the message and muttered, "She's just trying to help Iggy." Iggy scoffed and stared out the window. She couldn't wait until they finally broke up and it could just be her and her best friend.
Iggy started thinking about her latest nightmare. It was the weirdest thing, and that's why she would never tell Susan au even Derek what it was about.
She was standing at the edge of a cliff with her hands held out before her. There were cuts and bruises and burns covering her arms. The sea was violent, it was dark, the air was bitter, and the earth was barren around her.
She looked to her right and saw a teenage boy, about her age, with black hair that whipped around in the wind. He also held out his arms, but they had no flaws. "Come on! Jump! Just jump!" He screamed over the wind.
She looked to her left and saw some kind of spotted jungle cat, staring at her. She heard a voice in her head, "Kill the serpent, wewe cannot survive if wewe follow it's charmer's tongue."
inayofuata to it was another boy, looking like the one to her right, but with different hair. "Use your gift! We can help you! But wewe must use your gift!" She wanted to ask what the gift was, but she couldn't make a sound.
She looked down and saw the serpent slowly winding up her legs, up her torso, circling her neck. She heard three voices at once, screaming at her. And then the serpent bit her.
Every dream, though each had different settings and plots, had the two boys, the cat, and the serpent. At the end of each dream, one of the characters died. And, for some reason, though she knew that the boys were the same, but with different hair, she could never remember above their shoulders.
Iggy had woken up in cold sweat early that morning, far too early, and immediately started to draw the scenes. Later, she would paint them. Just like every other day. Just like every other nightmare.
Your moyo is sore, crippled up like paper.
Your voice is weak, barely passing kwa you.
Your body is tired, let it lay for tonight.
wewe are but you- a stranger to much.
No one cares to know you.
They do not wish to after all.
And all those times wewe told everything-
It was a lie, I upendo wewe became a lie. A horrible lie not one can ever take back to you. How could they, breaking your very soul to the apple's wrinkled core? It shook and broke, just like that. Lonesome and ever so exhausted of even thinking it would be different this time around.
You're so hopeless. wewe probably cannot songesha away from the pain, the desecration left in the path at the end. Then again, in the end it probably doesn't even matter, does it?
Once a joy, now a misery forever scared, alone.
Your voice is weak, barely passing kwa you.
Your body is tired, let it lay for tonight.
wewe are but you- a stranger to much.
No one cares to know you.
They do not wish to after all.
And all those times wewe told everything-
It was a lie, I upendo wewe became a lie. A horrible lie not one can ever take back to you. How could they, breaking your very soul to the apple's wrinkled core? It shook and broke, just like that. Lonesome and ever so exhausted of even thinking it would be different this time around.
You're so hopeless. wewe probably cannot songesha away from the pain, the desecration left in the path at the end. Then again, in the end it probably doesn't even matter, does it?
Once a joy, now a misery forever scared, alone.
I walk into
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood kwa me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To onyesha them that...
Their work was useful.
To onyesha them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to onyesha all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood kwa me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To onyesha them that...
Their work was useful.
To onyesha them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to onyesha all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
Run. It was the only thing going threw Leven,Evie, Matthew and Cameron's mind right now as the mbwa and people chased them into the forest.They went as fast as they could as the mbwa got closer and closer.
They weren't suppose to be running from the mbwa right now. Then again they weren't suppose to be convicted of a crime they didn't do but it had happened.
"Hurry they're gettin' away!" A loud and gruff voice alisema behind them. The barking got louder. A sharp pain was in Leven's side as she ran. She had taken track at school so she was use to it but it was terrible. She could barely breath as she ran.
Matthew turned his head to look back at the others for a mgawanyiko, baidisha sekunde and had came in contact with something hard. The thing fell back and Matthew staggered. They all stopped then as the body picked herself up. They looked I to the eyes of a criminal. The most wanted person alive in america. Brig.
They weren't suppose to be running from the mbwa right now. Then again they weren't suppose to be convicted of a crime they didn't do but it had happened.
"Hurry they're gettin' away!" A loud and gruff voice alisema behind them. The barking got louder. A sharp pain was in Leven's side as she ran. She had taken track at school so she was use to it but it was terrible. She could barely breath as she ran.
Matthew turned his head to look back at the others for a mgawanyiko, baidisha sekunde and had came in contact with something hard. The thing fell back and Matthew staggered. They all stopped then as the body picked herself up. They looked I to the eyes of a criminal. The most wanted person alive in america. Brig.
I never thought it would be that easy,
Cause we are both so distant now.
And the walls are closing in on us,
And we are wondering how.
No one has a solid answer,
But just walking in the dark,
wewe can see the look on my face,
It just tears me apart.
When I first met you,
I thought,
How would I get to know this girl well?
Now,
I think,
Why do I have to leave this girl already?
But wewe and I,
Both of us are walking alone,
In the dark.
Even though wewe are not with me,
I can feel wewe with me in my heart.
It just breaks me to think
That wewe are not with me.
But now,
As I have pondered this situation
For a while now,
I have made a decision.
I am alone.
I am not alone, however, in my heart.
wewe are with me,
Walking in the dark,
Together.
Cause we are both so distant now.
And the walls are closing in on us,
And we are wondering how.
No one has a solid answer,
But just walking in the dark,
wewe can see the look on my face,
It just tears me apart.
When I first met you,
I thought,
How would I get to know this girl well?
Now,
I think,
Why do I have to leave this girl already?
But wewe and I,
Both of us are walking alone,
In the dark.
Even though wewe are not with me,
I can feel wewe with me in my heart.
It just breaks me to think
That wewe are not with me.
But now,
As I have pondered this situation
For a while now,
I have made a decision.
I am alone.
I am not alone, however, in my heart.
wewe are with me,
Walking in the dark,
Together.
Some of wewe may go through life,
Thinking something,
That is,
Who the hero is in your life.
I am one of those people.
But what I found is that
Even though many people are major influences
On my success in life
Such as my closest friends,
My teachers,
My parents,
Those serving for our country,
Others around me,
au even my worst enemies.
This mwaka I have found that
The hero that I have
Is no one else
But me.
My hero is myself.
I inspire myself to do everything I do.
I am the light of my life.
Thinking something,
That is,
Who the hero is in your life.
I am one of those people.
But what I found is that
Even though many people are major influences
On my success in life
Such as my closest friends,
My teachers,
My parents,
Those serving for our country,
Others around me,
au even my worst enemies.
This mwaka I have found that
The hero that I have
Is no one else
But me.
My hero is myself.
I inspire myself to do everything I do.
I am the light of my life.
I deny the truth,
But really,
That is nothing.
I do that just to protect myself.
I cannot let the truth overcome me
All at once,
I must let it come at me
Pieces kwa pieces.
The truth is always shocking,
At many times sad.
But I must accept the truth
Even after a while.
Because denying the truth
Is like lying to myself
Denying the truth hurts my soul
But it also protects my soul at the same time.
I don't know what to believe.
It's all too shocking for me.
I deny the truth.
I protect my soul.
I protect myself.
But I also hurt myself.
But really,
That is nothing.
I do that just to protect myself.
I cannot let the truth overcome me
All at once,
I must let it come at me
Pieces kwa pieces.
The truth is always shocking,
At many times sad.
But I must accept the truth
Even after a while.
Because denying the truth
Is like lying to myself
Denying the truth hurts my soul
But it also protects my soul at the same time.
I don't know what to believe.
It's all too shocking for me.
I deny the truth.
I protect my soul.
I protect myself.
But I also hurt myself.