DUNCAN'S POV:
I really don't know what I was getting into and why I was here. This was rediculous,Chris was rediculous. I looked around and saw person after person waiting to go into a pointless little room just to make a tape. Why didn't they do this at nyumbani like the rest of us? And plus, I didn't like the "lovey-dovey" looks all the girls gave me, which made me think A LOT about Courtney, and Gwenn even.
Harold looked at me, "Duncan, the way to positive thinking is to observe."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I snorted in his face.
He gave me a piece of paper and a pencil. "Wrtie the good things on the paper and the bad things. Then wewe can find a way to use the good things as a pointed for the bad things," He alisema calmly and strolled off to flirt with some red head with an overbite. I sighed then started to write:
What I don't like:
1. Too many people
2. WAYYY too long
3. Too many screaming girl fans...hmmm maybe that could be a good thing if Court and I don't work out...
4....
My thoughts were interrupted kwa a bump in my rib cage. I turned and saw a blonde, slim girl looking at me with green eyes. She had a box in her hand, I wondered what was in it. kwa the look on her face I knew that she knew me.
"Watch where you're going, skully!" She shot at me. For once I actually seemed surprised.
I did my best to mask my shock with "Make me, Sunshine." Sunshine? Did I just say SUNSHINE? She gave me an annoyed look then grinned, lifting the lid of the box.
"WANNA MEET BOB?" She threw at me, inaonyesha me what looked like a miniture tralantula. Dude, no girl I knew but Gwenn would touch a spider. EVER.
"DUDE what the-" I started to say but before I could she skipped off, giggling like a drugged seven mwaka old. I watched her skip off, my mouth dropped open. After a few dakika of self-silence, I grabbed my paper and wrote a new catagory; What I want to know:
1. About the blonde girl I just met.
JAMIE'S POV:
"What was THAT about?" Delilah questioned me as I skipped back to her side as she waited to go in.
"What was what?" I asked, trying not to act like anything happened.
"You were talking to Duncan," she said, raising her eyebrow.
"So? He bumped into me so I complained. And showed him the buibui I found in the camera room."
"You're phsyco Jam-Jam..."
I grinned as Delilah was up to go inside. She grinned and ran into the room. I waited five dakika until she was done. As soon as she was done we went to the chakula court to get a smoothie.
"So how did it go?" I asked, sipping my tropical smoothie which made me want to leave this raining place of hell even more.
"Awesome!" She grinned, "Piece of cake! How about you?"
"You know, typical Jamie shinanigans," I snickered.
She rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her strawberry smoothie. "Well, I'm gonna use the bathroom. wewe coming?"
"Naw, I'll save our table."
She nodded and got up and left for the bathroom. I placed the box holding Bob on the meza, jedwali and peaked inside. There were small gaps too small for him to escape but enough air for him to breath. My thoughts were interrupted kwa a cough inayofuata to me. Now what does he want?
"Hey Sunshine," Duncan alisema cooly, smirking as I frowned. "We didn't fully meet before. I'm-"
"Duncan, I know," I mumbled, "I've seen the show."
He nodded, "So frist time auditioning?"
"We have a winner," I said, sarcastically yet equally as cool as Duncan's voice. He chuckled.
"It's not so bad. So wewe here with anybody?"
"My friend Delilah. We've been best friend's since we were two."
His eyebrow rose, "How can wewe handle a person for that long?"
I laughed, "Not that hard believe me. wewe just gotta find What interests them and go with it. no matter how uncommon to wewe it seems."
He nodded, "That's good advice ummm...."
"Jamie," I said, looking at him.
"Jamie..." He repeated, "Nice to meet you."
"Yepp, wewe too," I replied. I heard a cough behind me. I turned and saw Delilah wearing her famous "What the hell is going on" face.
"Oh! Duncan, this is my best friend Delilah. Delilah, wewe know who this is," I said, trying to keep from going red.
"Hi!" Delilah grinned at Duncan, he nodded back.
"Hey," he said. "I should probably get back to the auditions," he alisema slowly.
"Yea, nice meeting you."
"You too Sunshine, hope wewe two get in," he said, winking at me. I laughed as I watched him walk off. I, laughing, looked at Delilah and shrugged, "I did NOT see that coming!"
I really don't know what I was getting into and why I was here. This was rediculous,Chris was rediculous. I looked around and saw person after person waiting to go into a pointless little room just to make a tape. Why didn't they do this at nyumbani like the rest of us? And plus, I didn't like the "lovey-dovey" looks all the girls gave me, which made me think A LOT about Courtney, and Gwenn even.
Harold looked at me, "Duncan, the way to positive thinking is to observe."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I snorted in his face.
He gave me a piece of paper and a pencil. "Wrtie the good things on the paper and the bad things. Then wewe can find a way to use the good things as a pointed for the bad things," He alisema calmly and strolled off to flirt with some red head with an overbite. I sighed then started to write:
What I don't like:
1. Too many people
2. WAYYY too long
3. Too many screaming girl fans...hmmm maybe that could be a good thing if Court and I don't work out...
4....
My thoughts were interrupted kwa a bump in my rib cage. I turned and saw a blonde, slim girl looking at me with green eyes. She had a box in her hand, I wondered what was in it. kwa the look on her face I knew that she knew me.
"Watch where you're going, skully!" She shot at me. For once I actually seemed surprised.
I did my best to mask my shock with "Make me, Sunshine." Sunshine? Did I just say SUNSHINE? She gave me an annoyed look then grinned, lifting the lid of the box.
"WANNA MEET BOB?" She threw at me, inaonyesha me what looked like a miniture tralantula. Dude, no girl I knew but Gwenn would touch a spider. EVER.
"DUDE what the-" I started to say but before I could she skipped off, giggling like a drugged seven mwaka old. I watched her skip off, my mouth dropped open. After a few dakika of self-silence, I grabbed my paper and wrote a new catagory; What I want to know:
1. About the blonde girl I just met.
JAMIE'S POV:
"What was THAT about?" Delilah questioned me as I skipped back to her side as she waited to go in.
"What was what?" I asked, trying not to act like anything happened.
"You were talking to Duncan," she said, raising her eyebrow.
"So? He bumped into me so I complained. And showed him the buibui I found in the camera room."
"You're phsyco Jam-Jam..."
I grinned as Delilah was up to go inside. She grinned and ran into the room. I waited five dakika until she was done. As soon as she was done we went to the chakula court to get a smoothie.
"So how did it go?" I asked, sipping my tropical smoothie which made me want to leave this raining place of hell even more.
"Awesome!" She grinned, "Piece of cake! How about you?"
"You know, typical Jamie shinanigans," I snickered.
She rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her strawberry smoothie. "Well, I'm gonna use the bathroom. wewe coming?"
"Naw, I'll save our table."
She nodded and got up and left for the bathroom. I placed the box holding Bob on the meza, jedwali and peaked inside. There were small gaps too small for him to escape but enough air for him to breath. My thoughts were interrupted kwa a cough inayofuata to me. Now what does he want?
"Hey Sunshine," Duncan alisema cooly, smirking as I frowned. "We didn't fully meet before. I'm-"
"Duncan, I know," I mumbled, "I've seen the show."
He nodded, "So frist time auditioning?"
"We have a winner," I said, sarcastically yet equally as cool as Duncan's voice. He chuckled.
"It's not so bad. So wewe here with anybody?"
"My friend Delilah. We've been best friend's since we were two."
His eyebrow rose, "How can wewe handle a person for that long?"
I laughed, "Not that hard believe me. wewe just gotta find What interests them and go with it. no matter how uncommon to wewe it seems."
He nodded, "That's good advice ummm...."
"Jamie," I said, looking at him.
"Jamie..." He repeated, "Nice to meet you."
"Yepp, wewe too," I replied. I heard a cough behind me. I turned and saw Delilah wearing her famous "What the hell is going on" face.
"Oh! Duncan, this is my best friend Delilah. Delilah, wewe know who this is," I said, trying to keep from going red.
"Hi!" Delilah grinned at Duncan, he nodded back.
"Hey," he said. "I should probably get back to the auditions," he alisema slowly.
"Yea, nice meeting you."
"You too Sunshine, hope wewe two get in," he said, winking at me. I laughed as I watched him walk off. I, laughing, looked at Delilah and shrugged, "I did NOT see that coming!"
i would end up here with you
i was a restless wanderer on a distant path
wewe were a lonely dreamer with a broken laugh
i would go anywhere the road would lead
my hopes and dreams is all that i would need
i don't need a house au fancy cars
i would rather sleep underneath the stars
wewe did'nt have much to call your own
but what a lovely smile on your face shown
wewe alisema your chance at upendo had past wewe kwa
i told i'm here so dont wewe cry
our lives were like the pieces of a broken heart
now that we're together what a life could start
there was magic in the air that night
everything was moving at the speed of light
wewe were like my juliet and i your romeo
wewe upendo me i upendo wewe thats all i need to know
no longer will wewe dream of upendo thats true
no longer will i wander my tafuta has led to you
I wrote this about my (now ex) boyfriend, but still felt something about the poem, if not him. I'd upendo some criticism on it (hopefully constructive) :).
Treacle dripping from our scars
Pooling on a jagged floor
wewe are gone, still I know
From clustered trees and homemade vows
That we are one. And as wewe lead
Your life of promise, graft and need
Know that we are one the same
Intertwined are moyo at name.
wewe may notice that only the sekunde verse rhymes, this is an attempt to onyesha the idea of a one-sided relationship in its form in it's one-sided rhyme scheme. This is probably quite stupid- let me know.
Treacle dripping from our scars
Pooling on a jagged floor
wewe are gone, still I know
From clustered trees and homemade vows
That we are one. And as wewe lead
Your life of promise, graft and need
Know that we are one the same
Intertwined are moyo at name.
wewe may notice that only the sekunde verse rhymes, this is an attempt to onyesha the idea of a one-sided relationship in its form in it's one-sided rhyme scheme. This is probably quite stupid- let me know.
