It was three o’clock on a Friday and the campana had finally rung for school to be out for the weekend. I hurriedly shoved my libros in my book bag and headed for the door ready to be out of school.
“Oh wait, Alisa could tu come here for a quick second,” my English teacher, Mrs. Thompson asked. I turned around wishing I could be out this school. She was a very tall and light skinned lady, in her mid-thirties. She had long stringy black hair and big brown eyes. tu would probably think she was a retired model. I quickly went to her escritorio trying not to seem I was rushing her.
“Um I just wanted tu to know that I read your essay over George Washington and you’ve really gotten better with your writing. I want tu to keep up the good work, “she said.
“Thank tu and I will,” I laughed.
“Ok, see tu tomorrow”
“Ok, bye Mrs. Thompson.”
I left out the class room and started on my way home. The walk from Hillson High school was not a very long walk at all. It probably was ten minutos at the most. It was a pretty warm día in April. A nice to día to have a picnic o something. Thinking about picnics reminded me of the time Mom and one of her old boyfriends took us on a picnic. Mom has had many boyfriends in her life. Too many to count. She always says one día she’ll find the right person for her. That one día seems like never.
We lived in a pretty nice neighborhood. Not too much crime and the houses were fairly new. I finally came up to our two story house. It was the white picket fence dream house every woman wanted for her family. It was all brick and had red shutters and a red door, green bushy césped, hierba and a big oak árbol on each side of the yard. Mom always made sure the house was nicely taken cared of since dad wasn’t around anymore to take care of it.
I walked in the house to find mom in a nice silky looking black dress. She looked like she was rushing to find her other earring. I threw my book bag on the couch.
“And where are tu off to at three o’clock. I thought the dating hora was six,” I jokingly said.
“And Hi to tu too,” she responded. I sat on the sofá and waited for an answer.
“Well I’m actually going on a fecha with a guy named Jared. He’s one of my co-workers at the company and, I really think he’s the one”
“He’s the one just like Chris, David, Ben, oh and that other guy who smelled like shaving cream, Jeff”
“Well that was just a misunderstanding” Mom stood in the entry hall mirror fixing and puffing up her hair. She applied más mascara and eye liner.
“And what am I supposed to eat while tu gone?” I asked.
“There’s chicken and arroz on the stove.” Mom walked around the den.
“I know im forgetting something.”
I thought along with her. “Your purse,” I said
“Yes! Good thinking.” Mom rushed upstairs. I thought to myself what is she getting her self into? The front door rung.
“Could tu get that honey, I think that’s Jared,” Mom hollered from upstairs.
“I guess that’s prince charming,” I dicho to myself. I went and opened the door.
“Oh wait, Alisa could tu come here for a quick second,” my English teacher, Mrs. Thompson asked. I turned around wishing I could be out this school. She was a very tall and light skinned lady, in her mid-thirties. She had long stringy black hair and big brown eyes. tu would probably think she was a retired model. I quickly went to her escritorio trying not to seem I was rushing her.
“Um I just wanted tu to know that I read your essay over George Washington and you’ve really gotten better with your writing. I want tu to keep up the good work, “she said.
“Thank tu and I will,” I laughed.
“Ok, see tu tomorrow”
“Ok, bye Mrs. Thompson.”
I left out the class room and started on my way home. The walk from Hillson High school was not a very long walk at all. It probably was ten minutos at the most. It was a pretty warm día in April. A nice to día to have a picnic o something. Thinking about picnics reminded me of the time Mom and one of her old boyfriends took us on a picnic. Mom has had many boyfriends in her life. Too many to count. She always says one día she’ll find the right person for her. That one día seems like never.
We lived in a pretty nice neighborhood. Not too much crime and the houses were fairly new. I finally came up to our two story house. It was the white picket fence dream house every woman wanted for her family. It was all brick and had red shutters and a red door, green bushy césped, hierba and a big oak árbol on each side of the yard. Mom always made sure the house was nicely taken cared of since dad wasn’t around anymore to take care of it.
I walked in the house to find mom in a nice silky looking black dress. She looked like she was rushing to find her other earring. I threw my book bag on the couch.
“And where are tu off to at three o’clock. I thought the dating hora was six,” I jokingly said.
“And Hi to tu too,” she responded. I sat on the sofá and waited for an answer.
“Well I’m actually going on a fecha with a guy named Jared. He’s one of my co-workers at the company and, I really think he’s the one”
“He’s the one just like Chris, David, Ben, oh and that other guy who smelled like shaving cream, Jeff”
“Well that was just a misunderstanding” Mom stood in the entry hall mirror fixing and puffing up her hair. She applied más mascara and eye liner.
“And what am I supposed to eat while tu gone?” I asked.
“There’s chicken and arroz on the stove.” Mom walked around the den.
“I know im forgetting something.”
I thought along with her. “Your purse,” I said
“Yes! Good thinking.” Mom rushed upstairs. I thought to myself what is she getting her self into? The front door rung.
“Could tu get that honey, I think that’s Jared,” Mom hollered from upstairs.
“I guess that’s prince charming,” I dicho to myself. I went and opened the door.
I make mistakes
I mess up
but it was nevr enough
I no longer cry for you
no más pain
that means I will no longer stand it
tu took my corazón and ran it strait into the planet
now I'm taking control of this relationship
command it
that means I no longer die for
no longer cry for tu
no más pain
but tu always win
as th blood trickles down my arm
I wisper tu name into the dark
Cierra
the pain I went through for you
no longer
is anyone out there
feels like I'm talking o myslelf
feels like I'm going insane
feels crazy
guess I keep talking to myself
why in the world do I feel so alone
nobody but me
I'm on my own
is there anyone out there
that feels just what I feel
guess it's just me.
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just to let tu know.I'm no sewisidle o crazy.just a kid who's been through alot and has grown up faster
I mess up
but it was nevr enough
I no longer cry for you
no más pain
that means I will no longer stand it
tu took my corazón and ran it strait into the planet
now I'm taking control of this relationship
command it
that means I no longer die for
no longer cry for tu
no más pain
but tu always win
as th blood trickles down my arm
I wisper tu name into the dark
Cierra
the pain I went through for you
no longer
is anyone out there
feels like I'm talking o myslelf
feels like I'm going insane
feels crazy
guess I keep talking to myself
why in the world do I feel so alone
nobody but me
I'm on my own
is there anyone out there
that feels just what I feel
guess it's just me.
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just to let tu know.I'm no sewisidle o crazy.just a kid who's been through alot and has grown up faster
Pride is a belief in myself (or someone else) that within me is something no one else has just like me. Pride can be a wonderful thing. My coaches are proud of me when I execute a mover perfectly. I am proud of my efforts when I get the right answer to a test question. However, pride can have a negative connotation. If I am prideful of my canto talent o of my sports accomplishments, then I am not feeling the right kind of pride. Yes, I can be pleased with my abilities; but when I let it go to my head, then I am full of pride, just like Odysseus often was. por believing that I am the only person with that talent, I inflate my ego. I believe myself to be “the best of the best,” and this can damage my relationships with others. They would not want my company if the only things I spoke of were my own accomplishments.
Meghan ran to the bus stop, where she saw Pompika. Thankfully Pompika looked at her politely and dicho “You know I saw Reg but ya know, how she’s jus’ across the street, she seems a lil’ mad!” Meghan thought for a segundo and thought ‘why lose Pompika?’ and said, “Geez I don’t know?” Now she wished she had told the truth, instead of lying. “Oh I wish ya did.” Pompika said. “Tsk-Tsk, bad grammar Pompi” dicho Meghan. “Sorry, fine I wish tu did. There ya… tu go” “Hhhmmm, nice save.” Meghan said. “Hey look, Reg’s a comin’” dicho Pompika. “Great that’s good… wait REG!!!” dicho Meghan. “What?” dicho Pompika. "nothing."
i am looking for the star, our star, but this time i am alone, tu aren't standing on the port siguiente to me..
i feel i am lost now, i can't find this star. tu remeber what did i descoverd that night? i found only one estrella in the whole Portsaid's sky..
tu didn't belive that one estrella is exist.. tu said: which star? the sky is felling of the stars!
i thought tu was kidding, i was very sure that there's one star.. yeah, sure as the blind is sure that there's nothing around him!
now i see what tu were talking about, i loved you, so i couldn't see anyone else but you..
tu was my heart's only love..
it was Portsaid's only star..
but tu .. tu didn't point to the same star, tu saw all the stars but mine..
now i am alone, seeing many stars, can't find my star, am i blind? o ..was i blind?
twinkle, twinkle, my littel star..
Portsaid's only star, which one is you?
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*Portsaid is an Egyptian port.
i feel i am lost now, i can't find this star. tu remeber what did i descoverd that night? i found only one estrella in the whole Portsaid's sky..
tu didn't belive that one estrella is exist.. tu said: which star? the sky is felling of the stars!
i thought tu was kidding, i was very sure that there's one star.. yeah, sure as the blind is sure that there's nothing around him!
now i see what tu were talking about, i loved you, so i couldn't see anyone else but you..
tu was my heart's only love..
it was Portsaid's only star..
but tu .. tu didn't point to the same star, tu saw all the stars but mine..
now i am alone, seeing many stars, can't find my star, am i blind? o ..was i blind?
twinkle, twinkle, my littel star..
Portsaid's only star, which one is you?
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*Portsaid is an Egyptian port.
tu hurt me,
Both externally,
And internally,
tu twist a pin into my heart,
And gather my flowing blood onto a cart.
tu think tu can hurt me,
Just because tu gave me money,
tu think tu can make my life like hell,
Just because I am the one who made tu fell.
I wish tu have never dado birth to me,
I wish I can expose what tu are for all to see.
I hate you,
And I hate tu to the heart's core,
I want tu to hear my vengeful call.
I respect tu because I must,
Yet tu blame me for not giving tu my trust.
How can I love, o trust, a person like you?
Who makes me feel I'm feebler than cotton wool?
I am forever imprisoned to tu por blood,
For as long as I live,
The relation between us cannot be cut,
But soon I will take my leave,
Hoping that forever tu will grieve
Both externally,
And internally,
tu twist a pin into my heart,
And gather my flowing blood onto a cart.
tu think tu can hurt me,
Just because tu gave me money,
tu think tu can make my life like hell,
Just because I am the one who made tu fell.
I wish tu have never dado birth to me,
I wish I can expose what tu are for all to see.
I hate you,
And I hate tu to the heart's core,
I want tu to hear my vengeful call.
I respect tu because I must,
Yet tu blame me for not giving tu my trust.
How can I love, o trust, a person like you?
Who makes me feel I'm feebler than cotton wool?
I am forever imprisoned to tu por blood,
For as long as I live,
The relation between us cannot be cut,
But soon I will take my leave,
Hoping that forever tu will grieve