I opened my bedroom window to let in an evening brezee. All of the trees have been bare for a while, exposing the cloudless sky. Letting out a sight i rested my head on my hand and leaned out letting the wind whip across my face. Today is the very last siku of winter break,then its back to school till spring. May as well enjoy it. "ARTIE JONES, GET DOWN HERE RIGHT THIS sekunde I WOULD LIKE TO HAVE A WORD WITH YOU!" My mom yelled vioentley from down stairs. Sluggishly I stood up and walked out of my room. "Mom my name is amy." I alisema walking down the steps. She just glared at me. " wewe can change your name when your 18, but thats not the problem we need to disscus." she alisema holding up a thin piece of folded white paper. I could feel every ounce of color drain from my face as we stood in silence.
"An F In Math? Artie How Could wewe Do This To Me!?" she snapped
"Why were wewe going through my stuff anyway!" i snapped back moving passed her.
"Because im your mother and im allowed to do that!" she alisema following me
"Whatever!" i alisema storming off toward the garage.
"We are not done disscussing this missy, wewe better bring that grade up or-" i slamed the door not wanting to hear anymore.
Quickly I laced my Converse on and walked to the end of me drive way.
I stared at my back yard. My inayopendelewa view. The creek sparkling from the lingering sunlight, The big willow mti swaying its branches in the harsh wind, the overgrown nyasi my mom never wants to cut. Simply beautifull. I skipped down the kilima and stoped in front of my willow tree, I layed down in a patch of clovers. I stared at the radient pinks and purples overflowing the sky, i watched the tints of machungwa, chungwa and yellow fade out.
"Happy Birthday Amy." A vocie alisema behinde me.
"huh?" I blurted out as a small box dropped on my chest. Dumbfounded i turned around and stood up.
A tall dark haired boy stood there grinning..well i just call him leslie.
"Leslie!!" I almost yelled as i scrambled quickly to my feet.
"Happy Birthday" He alisema repeated
"You Too!" I alisema cheerfully.
Leslie and i have known each other for about 6 years now. We met kwa our parents work and ever since we have been pretty good friends,well i think so atleast.
I reached into my pocket and prayed his present was still in there."A-Ha" I alisema and pulled out a camera with a bright red bow on it.
"Here, ya go" I alisema handing him the camera.
"No way! Thanks so much!" He exclaimed
"Im just glad wewe like it" I alisema relevied
"Now your gift" He alisema taking the bow off the camera.
I looked at the tiny velvet box in my hand.
"Go on open it .... its not gonna explode" He alisema encouragingly.
I opened it to find a small crystal heart.
"Wow... Its beautifull" I alisema holding it up to the remaning sunlight. It Reflected the light in a way so that inside the moyo was a plethora of colors.
"Do wewe like it?" He asked unsure
"Yes, of course, i upendo it!" I alisema hugging him
"Its another charm for your braclet" He alisema as i let him go.
"Leslie!! Amy!! Its dinner!" My mom yelled out the window.
I let out a sigh and looked from the window to leslie.
"I'll race ya." He alisema playfully
"Go!" I shouted clutching the crystal moyo in my hand as i ran.
Leslie caught up pretty fast and passes me with ease.
I started picking up speed as we raced to the juu of the hill.
The wind blew my hair around my face annoyingly.
I finaly reached the drive way and leslie was waiting there.
"what took wewe so long?" he asked not even out of breath.
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"An F In Math? Artie How Could wewe Do This To Me!?" she snapped
"Why were wewe going through my stuff anyway!" i snapped back moving passed her.
"Because im your mother and im allowed to do that!" she alisema following me
"Whatever!" i alisema storming off toward the garage.
"We are not done disscussing this missy, wewe better bring that grade up or-" i slamed the door not wanting to hear anymore.
Quickly I laced my Converse on and walked to the end of me drive way.
I stared at my back yard. My inayopendelewa view. The creek sparkling from the lingering sunlight, The big willow mti swaying its branches in the harsh wind, the overgrown nyasi my mom never wants to cut. Simply beautifull. I skipped down the kilima and stoped in front of my willow tree, I layed down in a patch of clovers. I stared at the radient pinks and purples overflowing the sky, i watched the tints of machungwa, chungwa and yellow fade out.
"Happy Birthday Amy." A vocie alisema behinde me.
"huh?" I blurted out as a small box dropped on my chest. Dumbfounded i turned around and stood up.
A tall dark haired boy stood there grinning..well i just call him leslie.
"Leslie!!" I almost yelled as i scrambled quickly to my feet.
"Happy Birthday" He alisema repeated
"You Too!" I alisema cheerfully.
Leslie and i have known each other for about 6 years now. We met kwa our parents work and ever since we have been pretty good friends,well i think so atleast.
I reached into my pocket and prayed his present was still in there."A-Ha" I alisema and pulled out a camera with a bright red bow on it.
"Here, ya go" I alisema handing him the camera.
"No way! Thanks so much!" He exclaimed
"Im just glad wewe like it" I alisema relevied
"Now your gift" He alisema taking the bow off the camera.
I looked at the tiny velvet box in my hand.
"Go on open it .... its not gonna explode" He alisema encouragingly.
I opened it to find a small crystal heart.
"Wow... Its beautifull" I alisema holding it up to the remaning sunlight. It Reflected the light in a way so that inside the moyo was a plethora of colors.
"Do wewe like it?" He asked unsure
"Yes, of course, i upendo it!" I alisema hugging him
"Its another charm for your braclet" He alisema as i let him go.
"Leslie!! Amy!! Its dinner!" My mom yelled out the window.
I let out a sigh and looked from the window to leslie.
"I'll race ya." He alisema playfully
"Go!" I shouted clutching the crystal moyo in my hand as i ran.
Leslie caught up pretty fast and passes me with ease.
I started picking up speed as we raced to the juu of the hill.
The wind blew my hair around my face annoyingly.
I finaly reached the drive way and leslie was waiting there.
"what took wewe so long?" he asked not even out of breath.
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Last summer I went to Los Angeles to stay with my cousin for a few weeks.One afternoon we were having lunch in a nice restaurant in the centre of the town when my cousin got a call on her mobile phone and went outside to talk.While she was speaking to her friend,I suddenly noticed a man in a black hat who was sitting at the inayofuata table.It was the actor Johnny Depp!He was alone,and I decided to take my chance.So I got up and went to his table:'Excuse me,could I have my picha taken with you?'I asked.He alisema yes,so I stopped a waitress who was passing kwa and gave her my camera.She took the picha of me and Johnny,I thanked them both,and then I returned to my table.When my cousin came back,I smiled.'Why are wewe looking so pleased with yourself?'she asked.
'I had my picha taken with Johnny Depp.'
'Johnny Depp?Where is he?'
'He's sitting over there.Look!'
She turned around to look and then started to laugh.
'That's not Johnny Depp!'I looked at the man in the black hat-he was laughing too.
'I had my picha taken with Johnny Depp.'
'Johnny Depp?Where is he?'
'He's sitting over there.Look!'
She turned around to look and then started to laugh.
'That's not Johnny Depp!'I looked at the man in the black hat-he was laughing too.
wewe held up your pumpkin, boga spice finger,
With a playful wink,
Your sweetness saved me several times,
When I was on the brink,
The warmth within your spritely smile,
Allowed me to be real,
Your cinnamon and sugar hugs
They taught me how to feel.
I'd run down to the coffee shop,
So I could see your face.
You've seen me at my happiest,
You've seen me in disgrace.
And though you're always beaming,
Still I feel the need to say,
It's okay if wewe have some days,
Where your spice fades away.
With a playful wink,
Your sweetness saved me several times,
When I was on the brink,
The warmth within your spritely smile,
Allowed me to be real,
Your cinnamon and sugar hugs
They taught me how to feel.
I'd run down to the coffee shop,
So I could see your face.
You've seen me at my happiest,
You've seen me in disgrace.
And though you're always beaming,
Still I feel the need to say,
It's okay if wewe have some days,
Where your spice fades away.