He respected bang, but it happened nothing. Anyway they hurried, because clock wasn’t usually wrong. Butler crashed bars.
When they came out of shaft, in cold room was bang. Bodyguard grabbed Pieter and with him ran across the garden and jumped in pond. He knew that pool is connected with house and it is going to be too dangerous to jump in it.
In the pond there were no many chances to survive. And it was late autumn and it was ice on surface.
But they haven’t got any other chance. Butler and Pieter waited for explosion and when they were face to face with fuego they sink. Slave was all time holding his ward. He told that is Pieter really week, but he was able to be under the water almost much time than butler.
Bodyguard helped Pieter to come out of the water. Outside was blowing cold wind and it was really cold.
Pieter felt like homeless person, actually he was homeless person. There was no house. There left just garage, pond and…
…safe with money! Usually he would be happy to have all family money, but now he knew that he haven’t got nor mother, nor father. He was orphan. He never wanted it, but he realized that now…
Bodyguard broke his daydreaming: “You aren’t the only one who is having psychical problem…” Pieter was confused. Butler said: “Until now I haven’t told it to anyone, but I have to tell this someone…
…I am wearing a bra…” “What!” shouted Pieter and hardly holding back laugh. “I’m telling you, I’m wearing a bra. tu are only one who knows that… and I want tu will be only one who knows that for ever.” Pieter was holding back: “Who should I tell. I have, actually I had three friends. Now I have got only one and that one told me a secret which I will tell back to him.”
Few segundos later, butler realized that Pieter is quietly laughing. He changed subject of a conversation. He wanted to know, what Pieter now want to do. But Pieter didn’t know the answer; he knew that he will have to explain that in school. And they have to sleep somewhere too. He didn’t want to think about this in that moment, so he asked butler: “Can I give nickname to you? I know that tu mustn’t tell me your real name, but tu can have nickname.” Bodyguard said: “Do it!” Pieter smiled and said: “I hope you’ll like it. For a long time, actually I have never had so muscular bodyguard o butler. Because that tu looks really strong. And if tu are strong, tu are hard too. So, tu should be Iron.” Guard liked this name, so he repeated: “Iron…”
Sun started to setting. Pieter started to be a bit scared. They still haven’t got any place to sleep. He remembered that in poor part of city lives old man. People told that he is insane, but Pieter enjoyed in his stories all time and he knew that that man – Henry is total normal. They have to hurry, because it was almost dark.
When they arrived it was 8.30 pm. Pieter made few steps back and Iron knocked.
House o cottage was made por boards. A door was hanging on just one hinge. There was only one window.
Door opened. There was dirty, birded, untidy man. Pieter knew that look isn’t everything, that corazón is important. But anyway he felt like this time, when he saw Henry for first time.
Pieter loved his stories. He was on square every time when Henry was telling stories and he gave him the most money.
Pieter had to look awful, because Henry didn’t know who he is. And he didn’t know Iron too, because Pieter got him this morning.
He has no idea how to prove him that he is really Pieter. And than he remembered, that few days hace he was telling him how he lost his last bodyguard. He wanted to tell story again:
“It was dark, stormy night, the worst storm I have ever gone through. Because electric was out mum sent me to fridge to bring meat for dinner. My bodyguard went with me. Fridge was locked, so I have to open it with a key, working on electro-magnetic radiation.
tu can use the key only once in twenty-four hours. Fridge was saving energy for at least forty-eight hours. It was bulletproof. Slave was clumsy, so he fell into fridge in the same moment when I was closing it. He was sentence to freeze…”
He wanted to tell how they were getting him out and how they buried him, but Henry interrupted him: “Piet! What the hell are tu doing here? And why tu were all time talking like: ‘It was’?”
Pieter explained him everything. When he stopped old man said: “What has your father had in safe?” “Money, I guess…?” Henry just said: “Let’s get some sleep, I think, that tu don’t know half of things.”
When they came out of shaft, in cold room was bang. Bodyguard grabbed Pieter and with him ran across the garden and jumped in pond. He knew that pool is connected with house and it is going to be too dangerous to jump in it.
In the pond there were no many chances to survive. And it was late autumn and it was ice on surface.
But they haven’t got any other chance. Butler and Pieter waited for explosion and when they were face to face with fuego they sink. Slave was all time holding his ward. He told that is Pieter really week, but he was able to be under the water almost much time than butler.
Bodyguard helped Pieter to come out of the water. Outside was blowing cold wind and it was really cold.
Pieter felt like homeless person, actually he was homeless person. There was no house. There left just garage, pond and…
…safe with money! Usually he would be happy to have all family money, but now he knew that he haven’t got nor mother, nor father. He was orphan. He never wanted it, but he realized that now…
Bodyguard broke his daydreaming: “You aren’t the only one who is having psychical problem…” Pieter was confused. Butler said: “Until now I haven’t told it to anyone, but I have to tell this someone…
…I am wearing a bra…” “What!” shouted Pieter and hardly holding back laugh. “I’m telling you, I’m wearing a bra. tu are only one who knows that… and I want tu will be only one who knows that for ever.” Pieter was holding back: “Who should I tell. I have, actually I had three friends. Now I have got only one and that one told me a secret which I will tell back to him.”
Few segundos later, butler realized that Pieter is quietly laughing. He changed subject of a conversation. He wanted to know, what Pieter now want to do. But Pieter didn’t know the answer; he knew that he will have to explain that in school. And they have to sleep somewhere too. He didn’t want to think about this in that moment, so he asked butler: “Can I give nickname to you? I know that tu mustn’t tell me your real name, but tu can have nickname.” Bodyguard said: “Do it!” Pieter smiled and said: “I hope you’ll like it. For a long time, actually I have never had so muscular bodyguard o butler. Because that tu looks really strong. And if tu are strong, tu are hard too. So, tu should be Iron.” Guard liked this name, so he repeated: “Iron…”
Sun started to setting. Pieter started to be a bit scared. They still haven’t got any place to sleep. He remembered that in poor part of city lives old man. People told that he is insane, but Pieter enjoyed in his stories all time and he knew that that man – Henry is total normal. They have to hurry, because it was almost dark.
When they arrived it was 8.30 pm. Pieter made few steps back and Iron knocked.
House o cottage was made por boards. A door was hanging on just one hinge. There was only one window.
Door opened. There was dirty, birded, untidy man. Pieter knew that look isn’t everything, that corazón is important. But anyway he felt like this time, when he saw Henry for first time.
Pieter loved his stories. He was on square every time when Henry was telling stories and he gave him the most money.
Pieter had to look awful, because Henry didn’t know who he is. And he didn’t know Iron too, because Pieter got him this morning.
He has no idea how to prove him that he is really Pieter. And than he remembered, that few days hace he was telling him how he lost his last bodyguard. He wanted to tell story again:
“It was dark, stormy night, the worst storm I have ever gone through. Because electric was out mum sent me to fridge to bring meat for dinner. My bodyguard went with me. Fridge was locked, so I have to open it with a key, working on electro-magnetic radiation.
tu can use the key only once in twenty-four hours. Fridge was saving energy for at least forty-eight hours. It was bulletproof. Slave was clumsy, so he fell into fridge in the same moment when I was closing it. He was sentence to freeze…”
He wanted to tell how they were getting him out and how they buried him, but Henry interrupted him: “Piet! What the hell are tu doing here? And why tu were all time talking like: ‘It was’?”
Pieter explained him everything. When he stopped old man said: “What has your father had in safe?” “Money, I guess…?” Henry just said: “Let’s get some sleep, I think, that tu don’t know half of things.”
"Andrew? Andrew? Are tu okay?" Andrew hear Elizabeth's gentle, velvety voice as his consicness returned to him. "Hey honey, you've been asleep for awhile now." She seemed very concerned, considering she had only known him for a few hours. After the room stopped spinning, Andrew sat up and looked around. He was still in the hotel, but, he didn't recognize the room. When his gaze fell on Elizabeth, the room started spinning again. "So, when tu said, "When I was alive." did tu mean that you're a ghost?" Elizabeth's face was grim and solemn. "Yes. I'm a ghost." Suddenly, Andrew smelled cinnamon, honey, and something he didn't recognize. "Andrew I have to go. I'll be back tonight. por the way, call me Liz." She flashed him a dazzling smile, and she was gone. "Wow."
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."