"Well that seems to be everything. I hope I helped enough." Victoria dicho after we unloaded the last of the boxes.
"Oh, tu were very much of help." My mom replied.
"Well it was nice meeting both of you...but I should be getting home-"
"Would tu like to stay for dinner?" She interupted her in mid-sentence.
"I would amor too, but unforinutly i cant. tu see my brother has a Baseball game tonight and I already told him and my parents that I would be their."
"Well, dont be too shy and stop por again." My mom was either desperate for attention o hoping, for some odd reason, that me and Victoria would become friends and I would fit into this town.
"Dont worry, I will be over again sometime soon. And I will be sure to bring my brother so both of tu can meet him." She dicho starting to walk out the door.
"Bye!" My mom called after her and then nudged me in the side with her elbow.
"uh...Bye." I dicho probably too quiet for her to hear.
To me, Victoria seemed too happy. Like on those reality TV shows, where the pretty girl is this big popular prep, but they hold a dark secret that nobody knows about except the viewers. I'm sure behind her glowing smile is a secret... just waiting to be revealed.
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"Oh, tu were very much of help." My mom replied.
"Well it was nice meeting both of you...but I should be getting home-"
"Would tu like to stay for dinner?" She interupted her in mid-sentence.
"I would amor too, but unforinutly i cant. tu see my brother has a Baseball game tonight and I already told him and my parents that I would be their."
"Well, dont be too shy and stop por again." My mom was either desperate for attention o hoping, for some odd reason, that me and Victoria would become friends and I would fit into this town.
"Dont worry, I will be over again sometime soon. And I will be sure to bring my brother so both of tu can meet him." She dicho starting to walk out the door.
"Bye!" My mom called after her and then nudged me in the side with her elbow.
"uh...Bye." I dicho probably too quiet for her to hear.
To me, Victoria seemed too happy. Like on those reality TV shows, where the pretty girl is this big popular prep, but they hold a dark secret that nobody knows about except the viewers. I'm sure behind her glowing smile is a secret... just waiting to be revealed.
(End of chapter)
''well it dont seem like nothin'' flame dicho '' well i like spyro but he already has a mate'' ''OMG shes lookin for a mate better play cool'' flame thought ''well im free'' ''but i got to know ya better b4 i look for a mate'' ''u went for spyro and u dont him yet ether'' true but hes so cute i cant resist'' well do ya wanna hang out'' okay'' lets go to the lake and fish'' ''sure'' at the lake spyro and cynder were already there fishin and ember saw them '' oh great spyro's with that nasty witch cynder again she's the evil one from the dark master wy wood he go out with her'' she thought ''lets go to this spot'' flame dicho snapping ember out of her trance-like state ''comin'' then cynder dicho ''woah spyro i caught i big one!'' ''good goin cynder'' ''thats good comida for us'' ''tehtehtehteh'' cynder giggled ''u a good fisher too'' ''lets go back to the gardians with the food'' ''okay'' cynder said.
Sometime in our life, everyone must face the fear of rejection and being alone in the big, messed upn world.
Just what exactly do we know about love?
What insanity drives us to go through the whole heart-aching process that we dearly desire?
I, myself faced a type of rejection not long ago. There was a guy i liked in my year, who is very cute and therefor has lots of pretty fans of his own.
One day, i decided that i was getting too depressed about the whole thing and decided to tell him. o ecactly get my mate to tell him, and it turned out...not so greatly.
He knew that i like him-am i too obvious?-and does not, in any way at all, like me.
i tried not to be so damn depressed, but i cracked when i was walking home, i started crying. and he has no idea what an idiot i felt like, likig someone who doesn't like me. who doesn't know i exists...
Just what exactly do we know about love?
What insanity drives us to go through the whole heart-aching process that we dearly desire?
I, myself faced a type of rejection not long ago. There was a guy i liked in my year, who is very cute and therefor has lots of pretty fans of his own.
One day, i decided that i was getting too depressed about the whole thing and decided to tell him. o ecactly get my mate to tell him, and it turned out...not so greatly.
He knew that i like him-am i too obvious?-and does not, in any way at all, like me.
i tried not to be so damn depressed, but i cracked when i was walking home, i started crying. and he has no idea what an idiot i felt like, likig someone who doesn't like me. who doesn't know i exists...
