30 hours. That's how long I had to live. The doctors had warned me that this día would come about 3 years ago. But I didn't believe them. They've dicho it before, several times in the last 3 months, and yet it never did happen. But this time, everything was real. Reality had fianlly hit me. I was going to die. That was it. That was the last time I would ever doubt myself again. People surrounded the outside of my hospital room. But no, not my dad. He could care less. I'm only 17, geez Dad. The least tu could have done was call me o send me an correo electrónico o something. But I didn't know until last week. He had disapeared. The last someone ever saw of him, he was leaving Los Angeles, on a plane to Chile. Didn't make any sense. My parents had gotten divorced when I was 12, right about when I got sick. The disease then spread rapidly throughout my body, making me feel weaker and weaker with each step of the way. I have a disease called Ebola, a highly deadly disease. It can't be cured. I didn't know I had it. But why me? I'm just a simple girl from Idaho, who lives on a potato farm, and practically live off potatoes. We don't grow them anymore, because my dad was the farmer, and, as tu all know, he left. He was our last hope at getting money in for my insanly high medical bills. But he left. And I'm kinda glad.
verse one
i can see the look in your eyes
of that fateful día july
that i told tu the truth
about you
tu denied every lie
that i had to say that day
but i promise you
that tu are my baby
remember words that are spoken
have been wisely choosen
but i cant seem to shake
tu out of this state
chorus
this is how its suppose to be
this is your destiny
i cant remember one time
when tu werent with me
(sorry this is all i cant think of, does anyone have any ideas on how to finish this? It is official, i am not good at songwriting)
i can see the look in your eyes
of that fateful día july
that i told tu the truth
about you
tu denied every lie
that i had to say that day
but i promise you
that tu are my baby
remember words that are spoken
have been wisely choosen
but i cant seem to shake
tu out of this state
chorus
this is how its suppose to be
this is your destiny
i cant remember one time
when tu werent with me
(sorry this is all i cant think of, does anyone have any ideas on how to finish this? It is official, i am not good at songwriting)
In class we had to say if we would be a protagonist o antagonist in what genre? This is what I put.
I would be the protagonist in a realistic-fiction novel because I would want it to be sort of realistic, but not completely. My character's name would be Sage, she would have electric lima, cal green eyes, and fiery red hair. I would want to be Sage because, 1, I amor green eyes, 2, I amor red hair, and 3, I like the names Lily, Luna, and Sage. Sage would have a funky-fun, colorful personality. She wouldn't be perfect, but have enough spunk and spirit to keep moving on. Her favorito! color would be an electric blue, and she would amor fried chicken. Her two best friends would be named Luna and Lily.
[i]Sorry if ya didn't like it, it might seem trashy to you, but that's okay! Everyone's got an opinion.
I would be the protagonist in a realistic-fiction novel because I would want it to be sort of realistic, but not completely. My character's name would be Sage, she would have electric lima, cal green eyes, and fiery red hair. I would want to be Sage because, 1, I amor green eyes, 2, I amor red hair, and 3, I like the names Lily, Luna, and Sage. Sage would have a funky-fun, colorful personality. She wouldn't be perfect, but have enough spunk and spirit to keep moving on. Her favorito! color would be an electric blue, and she would amor fried chicken. Her two best friends would be named Luna and Lily.
[i]Sorry if ya didn't like it, it might seem trashy to you, but that's okay! Everyone's got an opinion.