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
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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
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I needed more, more! I threw the book across the dimly lit, wooden attic. The book hit a stack of old newspapers. I tore open yet another book. Nothing would give me my answers.
Why did I feel the need to care for Lucy? Why could I not get Alexander out of my head?
There were pages, and pages of the thought process, but nothing to explain what I felt! Why could no one manage to capture these feelings, and explain them?
A knock on the door interrupted me. “What?” I snapped.
“It is past midnight, Damien. Come to bed,” dicho Grey through the door.
“I’ll come when I want to. Now, go away!” Could she not understand I was confused, and angry? She possessed such naivety.
“Fine!” Grey yelled. I heard her storm down the steps. Then I heard her bedroom door slam. I let out a puff of air.
Then I threw another book against the wall. I kicked the whole stack of books, and watched as they toppled over. I threw myself onto the floor, and began crying.
Why did I feel the need to care for Lucy? Why could I not get Alexander out of my head?
There were pages, and pages of the thought process, but nothing to explain what I felt! Why could no one manage to capture these feelings, and explain them?
A knock on the door interrupted me. “What?” I snapped.
“It is past midnight, Damien. Come to bed,” dicho Grey through the door.
“I’ll come when I want to. Now, go away!” Could she not understand I was confused, and angry? She possessed such naivety.
“Fine!” Grey yelled. I heard her storm down the steps. Then I heard her bedroom door slam. I let out a puff of air.
Then I threw another book against the wall. I kicked the whole stack of books, and watched as they toppled over. I threw myself onto the floor, and began crying.
upset
and so many thoughts
circling around
your head,
tu try to make
this right,
to find the best way
so tu could feel better,
so tu could be free.
Pain will never
go away,
it always stays
to remember you
that life is not a dream,
life is unpredictable.
Endless questions,
so many "Why",
but the answer
we will
never find!
The strength within
will not let us crack,
life is unpredictable,
who's to say?
Today you're happy,
and yet
despair waits
stealthily
to engulf you.
But,
tu need to be prepared.
Not only bad things
happen to bad people.
Unfortunately,
so many pure,
honored hearts
have been broken for
so many times,
in so many pieces,
and yet
they live,
they live with
their agony,
they live with
their groan,
but they live,
tho their eyes are
always sad,
their hearts are
still softly.
Therefore
they know...
Therefore
they are...
The brightest star
that shines
in the dark,
that spark of hope
for all of us
who deserve better.
When tu look at the night sky, what do tu see?
In my eyes,
I see the moon as a peaceful spirit,
watching over me.
When tu stop and listen to the wind, what do tu hear?
In my eyes,
The wind sings to me and tells tales.
When tu feel the sun on your back, what do tu think?
In my eyes,
The sun reaches out and gives me a warm smile.
When tu hear a flowing stream, how does it sound?
In my eyes,
The stream is floating in my corazón and soul, drifting on and on.
When tu look at me, what do tu see?
In my eyes,
I see an average girl who is silently struggling inside.
But that's all in my eyes.
In my eyes,
I see the moon as a peaceful spirit,
watching over me.
When tu stop and listen to the wind, what do tu hear?
In my eyes,
The wind sings to me and tells tales.
When tu feel the sun on your back, what do tu think?
In my eyes,
The sun reaches out and gives me a warm smile.
When tu hear a flowing stream, how does it sound?
In my eyes,
The stream is floating in my corazón and soul, drifting on and on.
When tu look at me, what do tu see?
In my eyes,
I see an average girl who is silently struggling inside.
But that's all in my eyes.
Pain!!
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xxxxx
please if tu need advice, just try it.
the new Dear Annie
xxxxx
