So this is my first story that I made in quite a while. So enjoy! Feel free to give me any hints on how to make it better.
“Come on Alice! Wake up, you’re going to be late for school!” Mary, my older sister, yelled. She’s in charge of having to wake me up for school. I feel really sorry for her half the time but then again she gets to wake up earlier than me. I looked over to the door and there she still stood, her face red like a tomato. “I’m up! I’m up! Man, why do tu always have to be so loud in the morning?” I whined, annoyed that she woke me up from a fabulous dream.
I guess I should introduce myself huh? My name is Alice Knight and I am a junior in high school. I’m 17 years old! My sister, Mary is turning 19 in a week. She thinks she is better than me because I happen to be in high school still. But despite her arrogance she really is a kind sister. Back in middle school I was ruthlessly bullied por a group of girls who hated me for no reason. My sister would always run to my aid no matter what.
“Alice hurry up already! tu only have 10 minutos before tu are late! Get up!!” I heard my sister yell again. I hurriedly get up and run into the bathroom, brushing my teeth while brushing my hair with the other hand. ‘I’m going to be late! Ugh why didn’t she wake me up sooner!?’ I think as I put on my school uniform and grab my bag. Mary is standing siguiente to the door holding a piece of brindis, pan tostado with mantequilla on it and I rush to grab it after putting on my shoes and with a quick “See tu later!” I am off to my school.
I finally see the huge blue building of the school and I start running faster after noticing the clock telling me that I only have 5 minutos to get to class. Just as I arrive into class the campana rings and thankfully my asiento is the closest one to the door. “You were almost late again weren’t you, Alice?” My friend, Sarah says during lunch. “Yeah…Mary purposely wakes me up late I swear.” I mutter with my hand on my chin. I never eat during lunch, tu see my family can’t afford to get me any of the comida here. Me and Mary had to either pack one o not eat at all. Not fair!
My stomach picks the worst time to grumble and I blush looking embarrassed. “Here Alice, we can share.” says Sarah while holding up her lunch. I’ve never been más blessed than becoming friends with her. Her name is Sarah Archer. She’s the same age as me and we’ve been friends since middle school.
“I don’t want to take away your chance to eat Sarah. I’ll be fine when I get home. Honest!” I say trying my best to stop her from offering me any. As much as I would amor to eat she still needs to eat too. “Jeez you’re always so stubborn. Come on please? Just eat some of my arroz okay?” she insists. Ugh I can’t resist her when she insists like that. “Fine! I’ll eat SOME of your rice.” I need to build up my defense against her. Sarah has this way of making tu listen to what she wants. Quite cunning for a sweet girl.
Soon the campana rings to dismiss us, I for one am glad. I cannot stand school. Sarah on the other hand loves it. Nothing makes her happier than discussing her favorito! lessons. Seeing her smile is a joy I always amor witnessing. Now for my favorito! part of the day, going inicial and doing absolutely nothing but playing video games.
“I’m home” I say as I step inside the house and take off my shoes. “Welcome inicial honey” I hear my mom say as I pass the kitchen. Yum! She’s making my favorito! comida ever today. Opening the door to my bedroom I leap into my bed. ‘I’m inicial sweet bed!’ I think as I cuddle with my pillow. “Alice honey? Wake up, it’s time for dinner.” I hear a soft voice say as they gently shake me. Groaning I open my eyes to see mom standing above me. “Okay mom..” I get up off the cama and stretch before joining my family downstairs.
“Come on Alice! Wake up, you’re going to be late for school!” Mary, my older sister, yelled. She’s in charge of having to wake me up for school. I feel really sorry for her half the time but then again she gets to wake up earlier than me. I looked over to the door and there she still stood, her face red like a tomato. “I’m up! I’m up! Man, why do tu always have to be so loud in the morning?” I whined, annoyed that she woke me up from a fabulous dream.
I guess I should introduce myself huh? My name is Alice Knight and I am a junior in high school. I’m 17 years old! My sister, Mary is turning 19 in a week. She thinks she is better than me because I happen to be in high school still. But despite her arrogance she really is a kind sister. Back in middle school I was ruthlessly bullied por a group of girls who hated me for no reason. My sister would always run to my aid no matter what.
“Alice hurry up already! tu only have 10 minutos before tu are late! Get up!!” I heard my sister yell again. I hurriedly get up and run into the bathroom, brushing my teeth while brushing my hair with the other hand. ‘I’m going to be late! Ugh why didn’t she wake me up sooner!?’ I think as I put on my school uniform and grab my bag. Mary is standing siguiente to the door holding a piece of brindis, pan tostado with mantequilla on it and I rush to grab it after putting on my shoes and with a quick “See tu later!” I am off to my school.
I finally see the huge blue building of the school and I start running faster after noticing the clock telling me that I only have 5 minutos to get to class. Just as I arrive into class the campana rings and thankfully my asiento is the closest one to the door. “You were almost late again weren’t you, Alice?” My friend, Sarah says during lunch. “Yeah…Mary purposely wakes me up late I swear.” I mutter with my hand on my chin. I never eat during lunch, tu see my family can’t afford to get me any of the comida here. Me and Mary had to either pack one o not eat at all. Not fair!
My stomach picks the worst time to grumble and I blush looking embarrassed. “Here Alice, we can share.” says Sarah while holding up her lunch. I’ve never been más blessed than becoming friends with her. Her name is Sarah Archer. She’s the same age as me and we’ve been friends since middle school.
“I don’t want to take away your chance to eat Sarah. I’ll be fine when I get home. Honest!” I say trying my best to stop her from offering me any. As much as I would amor to eat she still needs to eat too. “Jeez you’re always so stubborn. Come on please? Just eat some of my arroz okay?” she insists. Ugh I can’t resist her when she insists like that. “Fine! I’ll eat SOME of your rice.” I need to build up my defense against her. Sarah has this way of making tu listen to what she wants. Quite cunning for a sweet girl.
Soon the campana rings to dismiss us, I for one am glad. I cannot stand school. Sarah on the other hand loves it. Nothing makes her happier than discussing her favorito! lessons. Seeing her smile is a joy I always amor witnessing. Now for my favorito! part of the day, going inicial and doing absolutely nothing but playing video games.
“I’m home” I say as I step inside the house and take off my shoes. “Welcome inicial honey” I hear my mom say as I pass the kitchen. Yum! She’s making my favorito! comida ever today. Opening the door to my bedroom I leap into my bed. ‘I’m inicial sweet bed!’ I think as I cuddle with my pillow. “Alice honey? Wake up, it’s time for dinner.” I hear a soft voice say as they gently shake me. Groaning I open my eyes to see mom standing above me. “Okay mom..” I get up off the cama and stretch before joining my family downstairs.
It’s the color of you
tu always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid form them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our naranja book bags
Saved us from some pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two naranja crayons
When everyone else was green
Then tu left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
tu were in the naranja field in the sky
tu always dicho was there.
The naranja of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though tu left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone naranja in the rainbow
Without tu here
I protect my own
Though I wish tu were here
Now naranja is my color
A color for tu bravery
A color for my survival
naranja will forever be our color
Even though death took tu away
Forever naranja for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
tu always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid form them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our naranja book bags
Saved us from some pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two naranja crayons
When everyone else was green
Then tu left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
tu were in the naranja field in the sky
tu always dicho was there.
The naranja of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though tu left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone naranja in the rainbow
Without tu here
I protect my own
Though I wish tu were here
Now naranja is my color
A color for tu bravery
A color for my survival
naranja will forever be our color
Even though death took tu away
Forever naranja for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
Your corazón is sore, crippled up like paper.
Your voice is weak, barely passing por you.
Your body is tired, let it lay for tonight.
tu are but you- a stranger to much.
No one cares to know you.
They do not wish to after all.
And all those times tu told everything-
It was a lie, I amor tu became a lie. A horrible lie not one can ever take back to you. How could they, breaking your very soul to the apple's wrinkled core? It shook and broke, just like that. Lonesome and ever so exhausted of even thinking it would be different this time around.
You're so hopeless. tu probably cannot mover away from the pain, the desecration left in the path at the end. Then again, in the end it probably doesn't even matter, does it?
Once a joy, now a misery forever scared, alone.
Your voice is weak, barely passing por you.
Your body is tired, let it lay for tonight.
tu are but you- a stranger to much.
No one cares to know you.
They do not wish to after all.
And all those times tu told everything-
It was a lie, I amor tu became a lie. A horrible lie not one can ever take back to you. How could they, breaking your very soul to the apple's wrinkled core? It shook and broke, just like that. Lonesome and ever so exhausted of even thinking it would be different this time around.
You're so hopeless. tu probably cannot mover away from the pain, the desecration left in the path at the end. Then again, in the end it probably doesn't even matter, does it?
Once a joy, now a misery forever scared, alone.
I walk into
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood por me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To mostrar them that...
Their work was useful.
To mostrar them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to mostrar all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood por me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To mostrar them that...
Their work was useful.
To mostrar them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to mostrar all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
I never thought it would be that easy,
Cause we are both so distant now.
And the walls are closing in on us,
And we are wondering how.
No one has a solid answer,
But just walking in the dark,
tu can see the look on my face,
It just tears me apart.
When I first met you,
I thought,
How would I get to know this girl well?
Now,
I think,
Why do I have to leave this girl already?
But tu and I,
Both of us are walking alone,
In the dark.
Even though tu are not with me,
I can feel tu with me in my heart.
It just breaks me to think
That tu are not with me.
But now,
As I have pondered this situation
For a while now,
I have made a decision.
I am alone.
I am not alone, however, in my heart.
tu are with me,
Walking in the dark,
Together.
Cause we are both so distant now.
And the walls are closing in on us,
And we are wondering how.
No one has a solid answer,
But just walking in the dark,
tu can see the look on my face,
It just tears me apart.
When I first met you,
I thought,
How would I get to know this girl well?
Now,
I think,
Why do I have to leave this girl already?
But tu and I,
Both of us are walking alone,
In the dark.
Even though tu are not with me,
I can feel tu with me in my heart.
It just breaks me to think
That tu are not with me.
But now,
As I have pondered this situation
For a while now,
I have made a decision.
I am alone.
I am not alone, however, in my heart.
tu are with me,
Walking in the dark,
Together.
Some of tu may go through life,
Thinking something,
That is,
Who the hero is in your life.
I am one of those people.
But what I found is that
Even though many people are major influences
On my success in life
Such as my closest friends,
My teachers,
My parents,
Those serving for our country,
Others around me,
o even my worst enemies.
This año I have found that
The hero that I have
Is no one else
But me.
My hero is myself.
I inspire myself to do everything I do.
I am the light of my life.
Thinking something,
That is,
Who the hero is in your life.
I am one of those people.
But what I found is that
Even though many people are major influences
On my success in life
Such as my closest friends,
My teachers,
My parents,
Those serving for our country,
Others around me,
o even my worst enemies.
This año I have found that
The hero that I have
Is no one else
But me.
My hero is myself.
I inspire myself to do everything I do.
I am the light of my life.