Genre: Realistic Fiction, Drama/Romance
There was this one summer I spent with my cousins, back when I was fourteen. My little sister, Claire, went to their house with me.
That first day, when we jumped out of the van, we were stunned. The house was this glorious, leaning, peeling, giant halaman awal on a winding dirt road. The paint was a soft baby blue, something that reminded me of rocking kuda and winter nights. Our Auntie Leila stepped onto the rickety porch and waved and smiled. Cautiously, Claire and I waved and smiled back. Uncle Jeb came to give us hugs. We returned the hugs without complaining.
"You're nearly grown up, Sadie!" Leila sang as she looked me over, fixing the wrinkles in my rok and pushing my braids down my back. "And Claire! What a tender sweet young thing, you!" Claire tensed. She was not a tender sweet young thing. Claire was as tough as nails and did not like being a girly girl.
Jeb took our suitcases to the back door as Leila ran us in through the front.
I couldn't remember the last time I was in there. Probably a birthday atau maybe Thanksgiving. I could distinctly hear the creaks and thuds as kids our age were running around upstairs.
"Tim! Jess! Makayla! Isaac! Amelia! Joey!" Leila screeched. In that order, all our cousins appeared at the puncak, atas of the stairs. Their faces lit up. We hadn't seen each other in a while. They all came rushing down the whining stairs and practically attacked the two of us with chatter and hugs.
There was this one summer I spent with my cousins, back when I was fourteen. My little sister, Claire, went to their house with me.
That first day, when we jumped out of the van, we were stunned. The house was this glorious, leaning, peeling, giant halaman awal on a winding dirt road. The paint was a soft baby blue, something that reminded me of rocking kuda and winter nights. Our Auntie Leila stepped onto the rickety porch and waved and smiled. Cautiously, Claire and I waved and smiled back. Uncle Jeb came to give us hugs. We returned the hugs without complaining.
"You're nearly grown up, Sadie!" Leila sang as she looked me over, fixing the wrinkles in my rok and pushing my braids down my back. "And Claire! What a tender sweet young thing, you!" Claire tensed. She was not a tender sweet young thing. Claire was as tough as nails and did not like being a girly girl.
Jeb took our suitcases to the back door as Leila ran us in through the front.
I couldn't remember the last time I was in there. Probably a birthday atau maybe Thanksgiving. I could distinctly hear the creaks and thuds as kids our age were running around upstairs.
"Tim! Jess! Makayla! Isaac! Amelia! Joey!" Leila screeched. In that order, all our cousins appeared at the puncak, atas of the stairs. Their faces lit up. We hadn't seen each other in a while. They all came rushing down the whining stairs and practically attacked the two of us with chatter and hugs.
This is a crazy song I wrote called Rotten Tomatoes, and I hired the Black-Eyed Peas to sing it. WARNING: This song was meant for entertainment, and should in no way be connected to real people, places, atau things. It is not the author's responsibility for the medical bills if anda die from laughter, atau possibly, thinking I'm weirdness.
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converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My friends all ran
When they heard me say that
People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard
cokelat coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets
I cinta Harry Potter
atau was it apel, apple Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.
Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!
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converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My friends all ran
When they heard me say that
People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard
cokelat coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets
I cinta Harry Potter
atau was it apel, apple Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.
Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!
OKAIZ, SO TODAY I SAW THE MOST AWESUME-Y THING EVER! A BASKET OF YARNZ!! I SAWZ MEH detik favorit CULUR IN THERE, TOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MEH favorit CULUR IZ GREEEEEEEEEEEN AND MEH SECUND favorit IZ PINNNNKK. SO I WUZ LIKE, POUNCE! SWIPEZ-Y! I'M SO AWESUMEZ! AND SO, I LIKE, CHASED IT DOWNZ DA STAIRZ, AND IT WUZ SO EXHILARATIN' AND STUFFZ. AND SO, LIKE, IT MADE IT TO THA HUMANZ AND DEY THREW IT SAID, "Go get it, Daisy!!" SOZ, I WENT AFTER IT AND sarang, den I SAW SOME GREEN YARN, SOZ I RANZ PAST THA berwarna merah muda, merah muda YARN TA GETZ DA GREEN..... I LURVVVVVVVVVV GREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!!!
The whole of the mountain will crash down and roll over me - but it does not crush me.
Human physical strength has limitations and it weakens in time. 'Inner strength' knows no bounds!
The confines of this earthly realm have no bearing.
Let it be done!
Let the horns sound that shake the foundation.
Call forth the titans. Summon up the dread that lies buried deep within the jantung and mind.
Let the godless fear when they face the charge.
The lost will flee atau loose heart.
'And in the darkening late hours when the ground rumbles like an oncoming train...I will draw from deep wells what cannot be poisoned atau tainted atau overturned. I will stand, though the tides rise and the clouds threaten...and there I will remain, even if I tampil signs and cracks of care and hardship.
I will not be broken.
I may grow weary.
Though all the elements come against me
and tear at flesh and bone!-I WILL STAND!
Why can't the world become a fairytale book?
It wouldn't be as mean
But it may be much lebih green
naga that can be your pet
Princesses with hair for rope climbing
Pumpkins that can turn into horse carriages
And kucing that wear boots and fight mice.
The people in reality aren't always very nice
But even the ogres and giants can say hello and give anda nice things
Princesses aren't snobby queen bees at school
Princes aren't egomaniacs
And money is in gold, silver, atau copper atau even magic beans!
Hens lay golden eggs
Poverty can end in five seconds
anda can get your own fairy and wish for whatever anda want
And have your any desires
But I guess this is all in the mind
But the world can be kind at times
It isn't always bad and cruel
But imagination makes it go around
It wouldn't be as mean
But it may be much lebih green
naga that can be your pet
Princesses with hair for rope climbing
Pumpkins that can turn into horse carriages
And kucing that wear boots and fight mice.
The people in reality aren't always very nice
But even the ogres and giants can say hello and give anda nice things
Princesses aren't snobby queen bees at school
Princes aren't egomaniacs
And money is in gold, silver, atau copper atau even magic beans!
Hens lay golden eggs
Poverty can end in five seconds
anda can get your own fairy and wish for whatever anda want
And have your any desires
But I guess this is all in the mind
But the world can be kind at times
It isn't always bad and cruel
But imagination makes it go around