The siguiente morning, I unlocked the three deadbolts on my door, and sneaked downstairs. I could hear Dad snoring from his room, and if that didn't wake him I don't know what could. Still, I walked around on my tip toes and ate breakfast super quick. I was out of the house over an hora earlier than I usually leave. Since school didn't start for about an hora and a half, I decided to just walk around. The air was cool and crisp, and I saw my breath as I exhaled. There was cold dew on the césped, hierba and the birds began to sing quietly. It was a perfect spring morning.
I ended up at the park, the one Aubrey and I used to hang out at all the time when we were younger. We used to see who could oscilación the highest on the swings; o who could slide down the slides the fastest. We went there almost every time we'd hang out, because it was the perfect place to do so.
I sat on the swing, "my" swing, and let the wind push me. It was still a little chilly, and I zipped up my red and black hoodie. I stared absentmindedly at the woodchips and kicked them out of their place.
"Hey, I know you," a voice said. I looked up, startled, and saw it was that boy from lunch. He stood a few feet away from me and smiled.
"Umm... Hi," I said, unenthusiastically. "...What're tu doing here," I asked, not bothering to try and sound polite. He pointed his thumb over his shoulder.
"I live over there." I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Are tu new to the school? I've never seen tu around," I said. This time, he frowned.
"Nooo...? I've lived here since I was ten, and I think I went to your middle school too. I remember seeing you, I just didn't know who tu were." My face turned pink. Not since yesterday had I ever noticed this guy, and now he tells me we went to middle school together. I felt like such a jerk. I tried to think of those days, but nothing of him came to mind.
"Sorry," I apologized. "I don't..." He smiled.
"That's ok," he laughed. "I didn't even know your name 'till yesterday." I gulped. I'd already forgotten his name. Didn't it start with an N? Niko o Nick? Hopefully I wouldn't have to address him por his name anytime soon until I remembered.
"So what're tu doing here?" he asked. My attention turned back to the conversation.
"Oh, uhm... I don't know. I just like to come here."
"So early?"
"I guess... what're tu doing here so early?" I countered.
"My mom's boyfriend is over... They make me sick," he said, making a disgusted face.
"Oh," I said. He nodded.
"I feel bad for my little siblings. They're not allowed to leave the house this early," he dicho sympathetically. "I at least, am allowed to go out on my own." I smiled.
"How many siblings do tu have?" I asked.
"Five," he sighed, but a smile soon followed. "Four sisters, one brother." I smiled.
"That's cool."
"Do tu have any siblings?" he asked. I shook my head.
"My mom dicho I was supposed to be a twin, but she died a little while after she was born." The boy's smiled faded.
"Oh. I'm sorry." I shrugged. "Well, I know it doesn't help any, but... I'm glad you're here at least," he smiled. I furrowed my eyebrows but smiled back. This guy barely knew me. Why was he telling me that he's "glad I'm here"?
"Umm... thanks," I told him. He took out his cellphone and glanced at it.
"Well, we should probably start heading off to school," he said. I nodded and stood up. Then it clicked. Micah! That's his name! I smiled to myself. As we were walking, we passed my house. I cringed when I could hear Dad yelling at Mom from inside. I wanted desperately to run in there and rip her out of that house.
"Whoa," Micah dicho as we passed. "I feel sorry for whoever he's yelling at." I looked down and nodded.
We got to school just in time. Micah stayed por me, which I was thankful for; because then no one would laugh at me for being "a loner." And too, he was good company. He was really funny and sweet and nice. He was like a big teddy bear; tu couldn't help but like him. The first campana rang, and all the students flooded into the high school. I stopped at my locker, and Micah stopped with me.
"So, will I see tu at lunch?" he asked. I smiled.
"Sure," I said. His smiled grew larger.
"Great," he said. He turned away and left.
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Sorry this chapter's so boring :P please comentario and tell me what tu think. :)
I ended up at the park, the one Aubrey and I used to hang out at all the time when we were younger. We used to see who could oscilación the highest on the swings; o who could slide down the slides the fastest. We went there almost every time we'd hang out, because it was the perfect place to do so.
I sat on the swing, "my" swing, and let the wind push me. It was still a little chilly, and I zipped up my red and black hoodie. I stared absentmindedly at the woodchips and kicked them out of their place.
"Hey, I know you," a voice said. I looked up, startled, and saw it was that boy from lunch. He stood a few feet away from me and smiled.
"Umm... Hi," I said, unenthusiastically. "...What're tu doing here," I asked, not bothering to try and sound polite. He pointed his thumb over his shoulder.
"I live over there." I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Are tu new to the school? I've never seen tu around," I said. This time, he frowned.
"Nooo...? I've lived here since I was ten, and I think I went to your middle school too. I remember seeing you, I just didn't know who tu were." My face turned pink. Not since yesterday had I ever noticed this guy, and now he tells me we went to middle school together. I felt like such a jerk. I tried to think of those days, but nothing of him came to mind.
"Sorry," I apologized. "I don't..." He smiled.
"That's ok," he laughed. "I didn't even know your name 'till yesterday." I gulped. I'd already forgotten his name. Didn't it start with an N? Niko o Nick? Hopefully I wouldn't have to address him por his name anytime soon until I remembered.
"So what're tu doing here?" he asked. My attention turned back to the conversation.
"Oh, uhm... I don't know. I just like to come here."
"So early?"
"I guess... what're tu doing here so early?" I countered.
"My mom's boyfriend is over... They make me sick," he said, making a disgusted face.
"Oh," I said. He nodded.
"I feel bad for my little siblings. They're not allowed to leave the house this early," he dicho sympathetically. "I at least, am allowed to go out on my own." I smiled.
"How many siblings do tu have?" I asked.
"Five," he sighed, but a smile soon followed. "Four sisters, one brother." I smiled.
"That's cool."
"Do tu have any siblings?" he asked. I shook my head.
"My mom dicho I was supposed to be a twin, but she died a little while after she was born." The boy's smiled faded.
"Oh. I'm sorry." I shrugged. "Well, I know it doesn't help any, but... I'm glad you're here at least," he smiled. I furrowed my eyebrows but smiled back. This guy barely knew me. Why was he telling me that he's "glad I'm here"?
"Umm... thanks," I told him. He took out his cellphone and glanced at it.
"Well, we should probably start heading off to school," he said. I nodded and stood up. Then it clicked. Micah! That's his name! I smiled to myself. As we were walking, we passed my house. I cringed when I could hear Dad yelling at Mom from inside. I wanted desperately to run in there and rip her out of that house.
"Whoa," Micah dicho as we passed. "I feel sorry for whoever he's yelling at." I looked down and nodded.
We got to school just in time. Micah stayed por me, which I was thankful for; because then no one would laugh at me for being "a loner." And too, he was good company. He was really funny and sweet and nice. He was like a big teddy bear; tu couldn't help but like him. The first campana rang, and all the students flooded into the high school. I stopped at my locker, and Micah stopped with me.
"So, will I see tu at lunch?" he asked. I smiled.
"Sure," I said. His smiled grew larger.
"Great," he said. He turned away and left.
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Sorry this chapter's so boring :P please comentario and tell me what tu think. :)
He leads me
in the paths that are right
tu are my friend
I have courage,
for your help is there
tu are close beside me with comfort,
tu are guiding my way
tu make me welcome,
Pouring down honor
This joy fills me with gladness
Your goodness always is with me
Your loving kindness strengthens me always
as I go through life.
They are pouring down honor
For your achievements
It fills me with pride
At your success
tu are más than deserving
Of such attention
I am so happy for tu
And am proud to know tu and call tu friend.
in the paths that are right
tu are my friend
I have courage,
for your help is there
tu are close beside me with comfort,
tu are guiding my way
tu make me welcome,
Pouring down honor
This joy fills me with gladness
Your goodness always is with me
Your loving kindness strengthens me always
as I go through life.
They are pouring down honor
For your achievements
It fills me with pride
At your success
tu are más than deserving
Of such attention
I am so happy for tu
And am proud to know tu and call tu friend.
How men first learnt to invent words is unknown;in other words,the origin of language is a mystery.All we really know is that men,unlike animals,somehow invented certain sounds to express thoughts and feelings,actions and things so that they could communicate with each other;and that later they agreed to certain signs,called letters,which could be combined to represent those sounds,and which could be written down.These sounds,if spoken o written in letters,are called words.
Great writers are those who not only have great thoughts but also express these thoughts in words that appeal powerfully to our minds and emotions.This charming and telling use of words is what we call literary prose.Above all,the real poet is a master of words.He can convey his meaning in words which sing like music,and which por their position and association can break men to tears.We should,therefore,learn to choose our words carefully,or they will make our speech silly and vulgar.
Great writers are those who not only have great thoughts but also express these thoughts in words that appeal powerfully to our minds and emotions.This charming and telling use of words is what we call literary prose.Above all,the real poet is a master of words.He can convey his meaning in words which sing like music,and which por their position and association can break men to tears.We should,therefore,learn to choose our words carefully,or they will make our speech silly and vulgar.