Charlie Hawkins had always felt different to the other girls in her school. They were all really skinny, wore tight clothes and make-up and every boy who pasted them in the corridor would quite simply drawl all over them. Charlie was different to the girls in más ways than looks. She could do something that none of them could do which was influence people to do what she wants them to do.
The way Charlie looked different to the other girls was that she was very pale for someone who lives in LA, she had long dark black hair that came down to her hips, her eyes were a very strange cloudy yellow which gradually darkened to the black of her pupils. Charlie also never wore dresses, skirts o anything at all girly. Her everyday school outfit was a pair of black o dark navy jeans, a black parte superior, arriba usually with a caption on – her favorito! one was ‘come to the dark side we have fangs ‘- and a black o dark camisa de entrenamiento, sudadera which she wore with the capucha, campana up.
Charlie just dressed this way because she didn’t want anyone to make eye contact with her because the last time that happened they called her a witch and eventually it ended up going round the whole school so now she was known as the evil witch of Lakeside High School
Hollie, Jon, Alice, Connor Charlie’s best friends didn’t seem to mind that she was strange at all they liked for who she was inside not on the outside unlike most people in LA
It was the third Friday of the summer semester and Charlie was in English when an office assistant came in and gave a note to Mr. Tanner who read the note swiftly and dicho “Charlie Hawkins, Mrs. Dale wants to see tu in her office right away.” Charlie rose from her asiento picked up her copy of wind and the willows pick up her bag and made her way down the aisle between the desks as I did so I heard people whispering things like “what’s she done now?” and “She’s always in trouble!”
When Charlie got to the main office the receptionist- Miss. Hanway - dicho “Go straight through sweetie, Mrs. Dale is waiting for you.” She smiled at Charlie. And for the first time in three years Charlie made eye contact with someone it was just for a brief segundo because Charlie could tell when Miss. Hanway dropped her eyes and looked uneasy in Charlie’s gaze “Ok, thank you” I said, then I walked through the door in to Mrs. Dale’s office and she was sat at a big oak escritorio with Charlie’s Dad, Mathew and her older sister Izzy – Izzy was there because Charlie’s Mom die three years hace and she acted as the Mom figure in Charlie’s life
I hope u enjoyed my story. If so can tu leave a commet and tell me wat u think?
The way Charlie looked different to the other girls was that she was very pale for someone who lives in LA, she had long dark black hair that came down to her hips, her eyes were a very strange cloudy yellow which gradually darkened to the black of her pupils. Charlie also never wore dresses, skirts o anything at all girly. Her everyday school outfit was a pair of black o dark navy jeans, a black parte superior, arriba usually with a caption on – her favorito! one was ‘come to the dark side we have fangs ‘- and a black o dark camisa de entrenamiento, sudadera which she wore with the capucha, campana up.
Charlie just dressed this way because she didn’t want anyone to make eye contact with her because the last time that happened they called her a witch and eventually it ended up going round the whole school so now she was known as the evil witch of Lakeside High School
Hollie, Jon, Alice, Connor Charlie’s best friends didn’t seem to mind that she was strange at all they liked for who she was inside not on the outside unlike most people in LA
It was the third Friday of the summer semester and Charlie was in English when an office assistant came in and gave a note to Mr. Tanner who read the note swiftly and dicho “Charlie Hawkins, Mrs. Dale wants to see tu in her office right away.” Charlie rose from her asiento picked up her copy of wind and the willows pick up her bag and made her way down the aisle between the desks as I did so I heard people whispering things like “what’s she done now?” and “She’s always in trouble!”
When Charlie got to the main office the receptionist- Miss. Hanway - dicho “Go straight through sweetie, Mrs. Dale is waiting for you.” She smiled at Charlie. And for the first time in three years Charlie made eye contact with someone it was just for a brief segundo because Charlie could tell when Miss. Hanway dropped her eyes and looked uneasy in Charlie’s gaze “Ok, thank you” I said, then I walked through the door in to Mrs. Dale’s office and she was sat at a big oak escritorio with Charlie’s Dad, Mathew and her older sister Izzy – Izzy was there because Charlie’s Mom die three years hace and she acted as the Mom figure in Charlie’s life
I hope u enjoyed my story. If so can tu leave a commet and tell me wat u think?
I wrote this is five minutes. Not that good, I know.
It's in the point of view of a fire.
It's in a fireplace in a living room.
Hope tu enjoy.
Read to the rhythym tu would
'The Night Before Christmas'
I flickered and jumped
and sat on the logs
and watched as the human
kicked off his clogs.
The dog soon followed
and sat por his side
and they soon were asleep
and my flame soon died.
But a flicker did linger
and I wondered a bit.
When would be the siguiente time
that I would be lit?
-starwarsfangirl
5/4/10
It's in the point of view of a fire.
It's in a fireplace in a living room.
Hope tu enjoy.
Read to the rhythym tu would
'The Night Before Christmas'
I flickered and jumped
and sat on the logs
and watched as the human
kicked off his clogs.
The dog soon followed
and sat por his side
and they soon were asleep
and my flame soon died.
But a flicker did linger
and I wondered a bit.
When would be the siguiente time
that I would be lit?
-starwarsfangirl
5/4/10
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