Cassie
I dragged my feet through the cold gray slush and shoved my hands deeper in my pockets. i hurried down the calle with my head hung. Icy bits of hail pelted my back as they hurtled down from the dark, November sky above. As i entered the doors of the hospital, a strong balst of warm air hit me. i whipped the folded sheet of paper of out my cold pocket and warily walked up to the front desk. My dark brown hair hung like icicles.
"I'm Cassandra Little. I'm here to see Elaine Turner," i muttered.
Elaine
I coulnt move. i couldnt eat. i coulnt drink. i couldnt think. i coulnt even breathe right. The whitish curtain was pulled to either side and i saw a glimpse of the hospital hallway. In the middle there stood a girl. She looked beaten andshe was shivering. A small pool of water was formed around her feet as the snow melted off her tharshed out converse. Probably the only shoes she had. She had dark hair and eyes, with smudgey makeup. She didn't even try to smile. She wore a long black coat, but it didnt look very warm. The nurse abruptly dicho "This is Cassandra. Shes here for..." she glanced at her clipboard, scowling"community service". She wore clean, rosado, rosa scrubs and had her hair pulled back in a neat blond bun, but the nurse still looked mean.
"Cassie" the girl interjected softly.
"Whatever" the nurse whispered coldly with an edge to her voice. She jerked away and whipped the curtains together as she strutted out.
Cassie
I walked toward the so called cama timidly. I was at loss for words. There didnt appear to be anything special about the room, ecept for a small bible that rested on a teeny bedside table. An elderly woman laid motionless underneath the pale covers. My shoes sqeuaked unnaturually loud as i stepped on the tile floor. A million tiny tubes extended from the womans body. Why did they put me here. i cant al with dying people! i just cant! I settled down in an uncomfortable chair, located near the bed.
"Hello," i managed to say.
A barely detectable smile appeared on the womans face.
"Nice to meet you". Her voice was rough, but surprisingly clear and loud. Loud for a dying person, that is.
Elaine
"How old are you, sweetie," I asked. She looked about 15, but ya never know.
"17" her voice was shaky and quiet. Ill bet tu she was scared. Why was she scared? For goshs sake, she looked skinnier than I did! She had bags under her eyes. 17? 17 año olds werent supposed to look like this! they were supposed to look happy and fresh! What on earth happened to that girl?!
I dragged my feet through the cold gray slush and shoved my hands deeper in my pockets. i hurried down the calle with my head hung. Icy bits of hail pelted my back as they hurtled down from the dark, November sky above. As i entered the doors of the hospital, a strong balst of warm air hit me. i whipped the folded sheet of paper of out my cold pocket and warily walked up to the front desk. My dark brown hair hung like icicles.
"I'm Cassandra Little. I'm here to see Elaine Turner," i muttered.
Elaine
I coulnt move. i couldnt eat. i coulnt drink. i couldnt think. i coulnt even breathe right. The whitish curtain was pulled to either side and i saw a glimpse of the hospital hallway. In the middle there stood a girl. She looked beaten andshe was shivering. A small pool of water was formed around her feet as the snow melted off her tharshed out converse. Probably the only shoes she had. She had dark hair and eyes, with smudgey makeup. She didn't even try to smile. She wore a long black coat, but it didnt look very warm. The nurse abruptly dicho "This is Cassandra. Shes here for..." she glanced at her clipboard, scowling"community service". She wore clean, rosado, rosa scrubs and had her hair pulled back in a neat blond bun, but the nurse still looked mean.
"Cassie" the girl interjected softly.
"Whatever" the nurse whispered coldly with an edge to her voice. She jerked away and whipped the curtains together as she strutted out.
Cassie
I walked toward the so called cama timidly. I was at loss for words. There didnt appear to be anything special about the room, ecept for a small bible that rested on a teeny bedside table. An elderly woman laid motionless underneath the pale covers. My shoes sqeuaked unnaturually loud as i stepped on the tile floor. A million tiny tubes extended from the womans body. Why did they put me here. i cant al with dying people! i just cant! I settled down in an uncomfortable chair, located near the bed.
"Hello," i managed to say.
A barely detectable smile appeared on the womans face.
"Nice to meet you". Her voice was rough, but surprisingly clear and loud. Loud for a dying person, that is.
Elaine
"How old are you, sweetie," I asked. She looked about 15, but ya never know.
"17" her voice was shaky and quiet. Ill bet tu she was scared. Why was she scared? For goshs sake, she looked skinnier than I did! She had bags under her eyes. 17? 17 año olds werent supposed to look like this! they were supposed to look happy and fresh! What on earth happened to that girl?!
I was in the class the other day, and Mrs.Crosswaer was handing out new assignments. And he stared at me! Oh his name is Sam, and he was staring at me dreamly!!!!!!!!!!!
It was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cooooooooooooooool!
I am SO SORRY! It had to be lonfer so yeah!
It was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cooooooooooooooool!
I am SO SORRY! It had to be lonfer so yeah!
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One lonely sunday afternoon
I sit in my chamber and have nothing to do
My amor is far away
I wonder if (s)he's already forgotten me
So I sadly watch the sky
See the raindrops passing by
One looonely sunday afternooon...
One looonely sunday afternoon
One lonely sunday afternoon
I'm even as my flores still out of bloom
I find some old photos, covered with dust
I cannot forget tu although I know that I must
So I sadly let them fly
And this time I have to cry
One looonely sunday afternooon...
One looonely sunday afternoon
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tu seek for spark of hope.
Your life held by
darkness thoughts,
anchor is
some place else.
Bad luck follows tu
like a hook,
won't let tu go,
won't leave tu alone.
tu smile today,
and cry whole eternity,
like that's your fate,
disturbing thoughts
to lie inside of you,
to take away everything
that tu hope for.
Devil is calling your name,
leaves tu not,
tu don't see the ángel on
your shoulder,
trying to give tu a strength.
tu long for life
that tu don't know of,
tu seek for peace,
trying to get away
from misty forest
that stains your heart
into black.