The girls crowded around the muro squealed with delight, then ran off to tell their boyfriends and other friends. As soon as they cleared the way, I saw what they were actuación so giddy about. Another poster to remind everyone that the dance was coming up siguiente Friday. These posters were everywhere! I grimaced to myself. Another dance, where even if tu don't want to go, tu were made fun of for not having a date. Micah came up behind me, and followed my gaze.
"Ah. The dance... tu going?" he asked.
"I highly doubt it," I said, turning to head home. He followed close behind and chuckled.
"How come? I'm sure you'd have fun!"
"Uh, no I wouldn't. And 'sides, no one would ask me. Why does it matter?" He shrugged happily. "Dances are just contests to see who can get the best fecha and where the best dress. It's all so stupid, for a lack of a better word." Micah rolled his eyes. Then he picked up the pace and then walked in front of me. He turned around to stop me in my tracks.
"What if tu went with me?" he asked. My jaw dropped. Crap. Crap, crap, crap. It'd been a while since Micah had showed any sign of liking me más than a friend. The stupid dance blew the whole thing!
"Uh... what about those other girls that asked you? Caroline? Tracy? What about Liz? She's nice, right?" I suggested quickly. Then I felt bad, cause it seemed like I wanted to do anything else than go to the dance with him. Which was kind of the case, but for different reasons. Micah shrugged.
"I don't really like any of them. I mean, they're nice and all, but..." he stopped. "...But I'd rather go with you; my best friend." I breathed a subtle sigh of relief.
"I don't know... tu know I hate dances." He smiled darkly.
"Exactly," he laughed. I punched his shoulder, but he just laughed it off; I'm such a friggin' weakling."C'mon, please?" he asked.
"No, I don't want to." He lightly punched my arm.
"Please?" he asked again.
:"No."
After about a half hora of this, despite my protests, turns out I am going to the dance. I groaned in defeat.
"You'll have fun. Promise," Micah assured me. I rolled my eyes and folded my arms.
"Yeah, whatever," I said.
***
It was the día before the dance, when I remembered that I had forgotten one tiny detail. I still needed to ask my parents if I could go. I went into Mom's room, where she was sitting on her bed, watching TV. Her comforter was wrapped around her body like a giant winter coat. Her hair was a mess, but she still looked beautiful. I crawled across the cama and sat siguiente to her. She smiled weakly.
"Mom?" I dicho quietly. "Would I be able to go to the dance tomorrow?" She turned to look at me like I was high o something.
"You?" she whispered. "To the dance?" I nodded. She frowned apologetically. "I'm afraid you'll have to ask your father..." I know she didn't want me to have to, but if she dicho I could go, she'd get hell for it. I didn't like it, but I understood.
"Ok," I said. I kissed Mom on the cheek and patted her hand. Then I slid off the cama and went downstairs to Dad, who was lectura the paper.
"Dad?" I asked. My voice was already. shaking. He grunted to let me know he was listening, but still kept his eyes on the paper. "Uhm, the school dance is tomorrow. Would it be ok with tu if I went?" He laid the paper down on his lap and looked up at me. He exhaled deeply through his nose.
"Who are tu going with?" he asked.
"Just a couple friends," I dicho quickly. Black little spots started to appear in my peripheral vision. I blinked to keep them away. Dad laughed.
"What friends," he muttered under his breath. He looked back up at me. "Just this once. Don't think that because I let tu this one time that tu can do whatever tu want. Got it?" he asked sternly. I nodded real fast.
"Yes sir," I said. He waved me away and turned back to his paper. I ran away up to my room, where I had to breathe deeply. Even though I had escaped unscathed, I still felt no relief; like the worst was yet to come.
***
That Friday night, I met Micah outside, fearing Dad would see that I was going with a boy. Even though he was just a friend, Dad would jump to conclusions and forbid me to go.
Mom got me a dress, which I don't know how, she barely ever leaves her room. It was long, and blood red. Over it was a thin layer of black cordón, encaje the was over the entire dress, and then extended around my shoulders and down my arms. I liked it, which was shocking to even me, because I hate wearing dresses.
"You look pretty," Micah dicho when he arrived. I laughed.
"So do you," I said, commenting on his suit. "I mean, tu look... handsome." We both laughed.
"Ready to go?" he asked. I nodded. Since neither of could drive yet, we walked to school just like we had this morning.
At the dance, people were everywhere. I hadn't expected this many people to mostrar up. Everyone either had a formal date, o were in ginormous groups of friends giggling and laughing. I stepped closer to Micah, afraid of anyone seeing me in a dress.
"You're fine," he promised. He looped his arm around mine, and walked over to the side of the gym, away from most of the people. I clinged to his side, flinching at any fast movements people made. We stood por ourselves for a while, talking about misceláneo things. I was relieved that no one really noticed us; we just got to be in our own little world. Soon, there was only about an hora of the dance left. Micah held out his hand.
"Would tu like to dance?" he asked politely. My eyes widened. He chuckled. "It's easy; I'll help you." I numbly followed him out towards the center of where everyone was dancing, careful not to make eye contact, yet at the same time not bump into anyone. The songs had slowed down a while ago, and everyone that didn't mind was slow dancing. Great... Micah held out his hand, and took mine in his. I put my other arm around his shoulder, and he put his around my waist. He began swaying us side to side, in a small circle. It was weird at first, and my face felt like it was on fire, but after a while, it wasn't that bad. It was actually kind of nice.
Too soon, I hate to admit, the dance was over. Micah smiled and led me out of school, and we started out way home.
"Did tu have fun?" he asked. I sighed, and he raised his eyebrows expectantly.
"Shut up," I said. He laughed.
"See? I told tu you'd have fun!" I rolled my eyes.
"Yes, I had fun. tu don't have to rub it in," I dicho sarcastically.
He walked me home, and then we got to my porch.
"Thanks for taking me," I sighed. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have gone." He smiled.
"Yeah, I know tu wouldn't have." He smiled at me for a while. Then he leaned in and kissed me. For real. It was insane, there are no words to describe it. And it didn't feel like I was besar a brother; it felt like I was besar someone who deeply cared about me, and loved me for who I was. It was amazing.
Then I heard the front door open. I pulled away quick, but not quick enough. Dad stood in the doorway. The light was coming from behind him, so it was a little difficult to see his face, but his voice held his expression.
"Alessandra tu get in this house right. Now," he demanded. I looked to Micah, and he looked shocked, but not scared.
"Bye," I whispered. I stepped in the house.
"Young man I suggest tu get inicial now. It's late," Dad dicho to him. I winced. I wanted to scream when he slammed the door shut and turned to face me. But I kept my mouth shut; Micah was probably still in earshot. "You filthy whore!" Dad shouted at me. He raised his hand and swiped it across my face. I recoiled, my face felt iron hot now. "You dicho tu were going with friends! Not a boy! How dare tu lie to me!" he seethed. "You are grounded for a month! Get your culo upstairs now!" I ran upstairs before he could have another hit at me, and locked my door. I sat on my bed, thinking.
And even though my face hurt like hell, I didn't regret it. I felt wonderful inside, despite the pain. I smiled to myself.
Because Micah kissed me.
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Blah, sorry for the sappiness lol :P
"Ah. The dance... tu going?" he asked.
"I highly doubt it," I said, turning to head home. He followed close behind and chuckled.
"How come? I'm sure you'd have fun!"
"Uh, no I wouldn't. And 'sides, no one would ask me. Why does it matter?" He shrugged happily. "Dances are just contests to see who can get the best fecha and where the best dress. It's all so stupid, for a lack of a better word." Micah rolled his eyes. Then he picked up the pace and then walked in front of me. He turned around to stop me in my tracks.
"What if tu went with me?" he asked. My jaw dropped. Crap. Crap, crap, crap. It'd been a while since Micah had showed any sign of liking me más than a friend. The stupid dance blew the whole thing!
"Uh... what about those other girls that asked you? Caroline? Tracy? What about Liz? She's nice, right?" I suggested quickly. Then I felt bad, cause it seemed like I wanted to do anything else than go to the dance with him. Which was kind of the case, but for different reasons. Micah shrugged.
"I don't really like any of them. I mean, they're nice and all, but..." he stopped. "...But I'd rather go with you; my best friend." I breathed a subtle sigh of relief.
"I don't know... tu know I hate dances." He smiled darkly.
"Exactly," he laughed. I punched his shoulder, but he just laughed it off; I'm such a friggin' weakling."C'mon, please?" he asked.
"No, I don't want to." He lightly punched my arm.
"Please?" he asked again.
:"No."
After about a half hora of this, despite my protests, turns out I am going to the dance. I groaned in defeat.
"You'll have fun. Promise," Micah assured me. I rolled my eyes and folded my arms.
"Yeah, whatever," I said.
***
It was the día before the dance, when I remembered that I had forgotten one tiny detail. I still needed to ask my parents if I could go. I went into Mom's room, where she was sitting on her bed, watching TV. Her comforter was wrapped around her body like a giant winter coat. Her hair was a mess, but she still looked beautiful. I crawled across the cama and sat siguiente to her. She smiled weakly.
"Mom?" I dicho quietly. "Would I be able to go to the dance tomorrow?" She turned to look at me like I was high o something.
"You?" she whispered. "To the dance?" I nodded. She frowned apologetically. "I'm afraid you'll have to ask your father..." I know she didn't want me to have to, but if she dicho I could go, she'd get hell for it. I didn't like it, but I understood.
"Ok," I said. I kissed Mom on the cheek and patted her hand. Then I slid off the cama and went downstairs to Dad, who was lectura the paper.
"Dad?" I asked. My voice was already. shaking. He grunted to let me know he was listening, but still kept his eyes on the paper. "Uhm, the school dance is tomorrow. Would it be ok with tu if I went?" He laid the paper down on his lap and looked up at me. He exhaled deeply through his nose.
"Who are tu going with?" he asked.
"Just a couple friends," I dicho quickly. Black little spots started to appear in my peripheral vision. I blinked to keep them away. Dad laughed.
"What friends," he muttered under his breath. He looked back up at me. "Just this once. Don't think that because I let tu this one time that tu can do whatever tu want. Got it?" he asked sternly. I nodded real fast.
"Yes sir," I said. He waved me away and turned back to his paper. I ran away up to my room, where I had to breathe deeply. Even though I had escaped unscathed, I still felt no relief; like the worst was yet to come.
***
That Friday night, I met Micah outside, fearing Dad would see that I was going with a boy. Even though he was just a friend, Dad would jump to conclusions and forbid me to go.
Mom got me a dress, which I don't know how, she barely ever leaves her room. It was long, and blood red. Over it was a thin layer of black cordón, encaje the was over the entire dress, and then extended around my shoulders and down my arms. I liked it, which was shocking to even me, because I hate wearing dresses.
"You look pretty," Micah dicho when he arrived. I laughed.
"So do you," I said, commenting on his suit. "I mean, tu look... handsome." We both laughed.
"Ready to go?" he asked. I nodded. Since neither of could drive yet, we walked to school just like we had this morning.
At the dance, people were everywhere. I hadn't expected this many people to mostrar up. Everyone either had a formal date, o were in ginormous groups of friends giggling and laughing. I stepped closer to Micah, afraid of anyone seeing me in a dress.
"You're fine," he promised. He looped his arm around mine, and walked over to the side of the gym, away from most of the people. I clinged to his side, flinching at any fast movements people made. We stood por ourselves for a while, talking about misceláneo things. I was relieved that no one really noticed us; we just got to be in our own little world. Soon, there was only about an hora of the dance left. Micah held out his hand.
"Would tu like to dance?" he asked politely. My eyes widened. He chuckled. "It's easy; I'll help you." I numbly followed him out towards the center of where everyone was dancing, careful not to make eye contact, yet at the same time not bump into anyone. The songs had slowed down a while ago, and everyone that didn't mind was slow dancing. Great... Micah held out his hand, and took mine in his. I put my other arm around his shoulder, and he put his around my waist. He began swaying us side to side, in a small circle. It was weird at first, and my face felt like it was on fire, but after a while, it wasn't that bad. It was actually kind of nice.
Too soon, I hate to admit, the dance was over. Micah smiled and led me out of school, and we started out way home.
"Did tu have fun?" he asked. I sighed, and he raised his eyebrows expectantly.
"Shut up," I said. He laughed.
"See? I told tu you'd have fun!" I rolled my eyes.
"Yes, I had fun. tu don't have to rub it in," I dicho sarcastically.
He walked me home, and then we got to my porch.
"Thanks for taking me," I sighed. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have gone." He smiled.
"Yeah, I know tu wouldn't have." He smiled at me for a while. Then he leaned in and kissed me. For real. It was insane, there are no words to describe it. And it didn't feel like I was besar a brother; it felt like I was besar someone who deeply cared about me, and loved me for who I was. It was amazing.
Then I heard the front door open. I pulled away quick, but not quick enough. Dad stood in the doorway. The light was coming from behind him, so it was a little difficult to see his face, but his voice held his expression.
"Alessandra tu get in this house right. Now," he demanded. I looked to Micah, and he looked shocked, but not scared.
"Bye," I whispered. I stepped in the house.
"Young man I suggest tu get inicial now. It's late," Dad dicho to him. I winced. I wanted to scream when he slammed the door shut and turned to face me. But I kept my mouth shut; Micah was probably still in earshot. "You filthy whore!" Dad shouted at me. He raised his hand and swiped it across my face. I recoiled, my face felt iron hot now. "You dicho tu were going with friends! Not a boy! How dare tu lie to me!" he seethed. "You are grounded for a month! Get your culo upstairs now!" I ran upstairs before he could have another hit at me, and locked my door. I sat on my bed, thinking.
And even though my face hurt like hell, I didn't regret it. I felt wonderful inside, despite the pain. I smiled to myself.
Because Micah kissed me.
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Blah, sorry for the sappiness lol :P
First person escritura is when the characters is speaking directly toward another person(You). tu use words like "I", "Mine", "We", "Us." The character is telling the story to tu themselves.
Second Person
Third person is the exact opposite. Instead of the character talking to you, the narrator is talking about the character. Your main words are "You", and "Your."
Third Person
Third person is almost similar to segundo person. The narrator is talking to you, but instead they use words like "He", "She", "It", and "They." Third person libros often have the most detail.
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this my poem...I just wrote it randomly...Don't know if it's any good...what do tu think?
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If tu amor him,
Tell him so.
If tu amor him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.
“Yes, I amor you,
I’ve told tu so.
And if tu amor me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I amor you,
I’ve told tu so.
And if tu amor me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if tu amor him,
Tell him so.
If tu amor him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
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If tu amor him,
Tell him so.
If tu amor him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.
“Yes, I amor you,
I’ve told tu so.
And if tu amor me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I amor you,
I’ve told tu so.
And if tu amor me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if tu amor him,
Tell him so.
If tu amor him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Little raindrops shiny,silver,
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something tu can do.
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something tu can do.
what I'm escritura isn't exactly an articulo , but I hope tu will enjoy it ^_^ ..
Girl; Do I ever cruzar, cruz you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do tu like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do tu want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would tu cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would tu live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would tu do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me o you'r life ?
Boy; My life .
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....
*The reason tu never cruzar, cruz my mind is because tu are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like tu is because I amor tu .
*The reason I don't want tu is because I need tu .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if tu left is because I would die if tu left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for tu is because I would die for tu .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do tu anything for tu is because I would do everything for tu .
*The reason I chose my life is because tu are my life .
Girl; Do I ever cruzar, cruz you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do tu like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do tu want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would tu cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would tu live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would tu do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me o you'r life ?
Boy; My life .
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....
*The reason tu never cruzar, cruz my mind is because tu are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like tu is because I amor tu .
*The reason I don't want tu is because I need tu .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if tu left is because I would die if tu left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for tu is because I would die for tu .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do tu anything for tu is because I would do everything for tu .
*The reason I chose my life is because tu are my life .
inch por inch
bringing me closer
to my doom
mariposas of
anticipation
flutter nervously
in my stomach
knuckles whiten
jaws clench
what have I
gotten myself into
the suspense
is killing me
I'm going to hate it
I'm going to amor it
I might lose my lunch
but I don't care
heaven help me
here it comes...
...
I hold my breath...
...
and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!
I remember the día I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for tu love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place tu could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with más fuego then tu could ever imagine.
más passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the día I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real baloncesto coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for tu love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place tu could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with más fuego then tu could ever imagine.
más passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the día I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real baloncesto coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.