Paul Dock is in the New York airport from lebih than an hour. They've lost his bag. He sigh, because he hate airplans and big cities and now he has to beruang both. He was born in a little part of New Jersey that he wouldn't leave. But he couldn't refuse his niece invitation to her wedding day. he came there with a week of advance because his nice told him that New York is a city anda have to visit once in your life. When someone of the staff brings him the bag, he looks at him in a such bad way. He get out of the airport with just a warm bath in his mind. When he finally get the hotel, cold got his bones. -Finally- he sigh. He get in and a young girl with a smile ear-to-ear says -Good evening and welcome to our hotel,Sir-
-Thank you- says detective Dock
He take his bag ang get in the lift. On the radio they're playing a musik that Dock doesn't find cool. He thinks about Queen, yeah they're were a really good group that played a good music, not like those thing that guys call "music". Finally the lift get his floor. He missed twice the number of the apartment because he has his glasses in his bag. When he finally finds the right number, he get in. The first room isn't so bad: there is a big window with a good sight on New York and a big bed, a sofa and the tv. The bathroom isn't really big but he like it. After a good, warm and restorative mandi, shower and some rest, he goes in the makan malam room at the first floor. He is eating a hot sup when a young girl comes near him and asks shyly: -are anda detective Dock?-
-Yes i'm detective Paul Dock- says him with surprise.
-oh my Gosh, it's a pleasure!! I'm your biggest fan!! i read everything about you,Sir, in a journal which speaks about some murder cases.-
-My pleasure, please sit down with me- says him.
After 2 atau maybe 3 hours he returns in his room. They talked about the perfect murdered and the criminal mind. He enjoyed his first night at the hotel. He goes quickly to tempat tidur and sleeps pretty good. The selanjutnya morning he has breakfast at nine o'clock. He looks at the hotel's depliant and he finds a nice play in the hotel's theater. After a good lunch and some rest, he decides to go out and come back to have makan malam and enjoy the play. He comes back a bit in late because he was lost in the streets. -This crazy towns!- he says. He eat something quickly and get in the theater. He sits down just while the curtains are rising. He recognizes Elvira Gorrige (the girl that talked with him about criminal minds the hari before) as one of the actors. The play is a murder story, and the murder would happen during a costume party. When the murder-time comes, the whole public is so excited on his chairs. A shoot is eard and the curtains comes down. Everyone stands up and claps his hands. The public's excitament is interrupted from a scream. A worried voice from the microphone asks everyone to stay calm and go out of the theater with order. Dock's hoping it's not what he's thinking about. After twenty minutes, the police come and Dock rocognizes an old friend as the police inspector.
-Fred Spencer?-
- Paul Dock?- asks a men with mustaches and some wrinkles.
-It's a pleasure! Are anda here in NY from a lot of time?-
-From five years i'm the police inspector, and do anda still living in the old New Jersey?
-Yes i do- laughs Dock
-I wonder what moved anda in a big city like NY!- smiles fred remembering the hate that his friend proves for the big cities
-My niece wedding- tells him Dock -anyway what happened here?
-someone was murdered- tells Spencer-I'm going there for the first time to have a look, i told my mens to lock the doors, so if the murderer is still here, he has to remain. Anyway, i know your fame of detective, would anda like to come to have a look with me?
-I'd cinta to- says Dock.
They go on the stage, that is still detached from the public with the curtains. On the floor there's a young men without life and some blood on the chest. A young girl, Elvira Gorrige is sitting on a chair, crying.
-The poor, young men on the floor is Shawn Davy one of the actors- tells inspector Spencer to his friend -the shoot comes from that gun over there. It looks like the girl on the chair...-
-Elvira Gorrige- tells Dock
-yes, Elvira Gorrige, had to shoot him with that gun, but it had to be fake. She's now the first suspect, but we're investigating.- continues Spencer.
-...mhm- mumbles Dock suspiciously.
END OF THE FIRST EPISODE! BYE!
-Thank you- says detective Dock
He take his bag ang get in the lift. On the radio they're playing a musik that Dock doesn't find cool. He thinks about Queen, yeah they're were a really good group that played a good music, not like those thing that guys call "music". Finally the lift get his floor. He missed twice the number of the apartment because he has his glasses in his bag. When he finally finds the right number, he get in. The first room isn't so bad: there is a big window with a good sight on New York and a big bed, a sofa and the tv. The bathroom isn't really big but he like it. After a good, warm and restorative mandi, shower and some rest, he goes in the makan malam room at the first floor. He is eating a hot sup when a young girl comes near him and asks shyly: -are anda detective Dock?-
-Yes i'm detective Paul Dock- says him with surprise.
-oh my Gosh, it's a pleasure!! I'm your biggest fan!! i read everything about you,Sir, in a journal which speaks about some murder cases.-
-My pleasure, please sit down with me- says him.
After 2 atau maybe 3 hours he returns in his room. They talked about the perfect murdered and the criminal mind. He enjoyed his first night at the hotel. He goes quickly to tempat tidur and sleeps pretty good. The selanjutnya morning he has breakfast at nine o'clock. He looks at the hotel's depliant and he finds a nice play in the hotel's theater. After a good lunch and some rest, he decides to go out and come back to have makan malam and enjoy the play. He comes back a bit in late because he was lost in the streets. -This crazy towns!- he says. He eat something quickly and get in the theater. He sits down just while the curtains are rising. He recognizes Elvira Gorrige (the girl that talked with him about criminal minds the hari before) as one of the actors. The play is a murder story, and the murder would happen during a costume party. When the murder-time comes, the whole public is so excited on his chairs. A shoot is eard and the curtains comes down. Everyone stands up and claps his hands. The public's excitament is interrupted from a scream. A worried voice from the microphone asks everyone to stay calm and go out of the theater with order. Dock's hoping it's not what he's thinking about. After twenty minutes, the police come and Dock rocognizes an old friend as the police inspector.
-Fred Spencer?-
- Paul Dock?- asks a men with mustaches and some wrinkles.
-It's a pleasure! Are anda here in NY from a lot of time?-
-From five years i'm the police inspector, and do anda still living in the old New Jersey?
-Yes i do- laughs Dock
-I wonder what moved anda in a big city like NY!- smiles fred remembering the hate that his friend proves for the big cities
-My niece wedding- tells him Dock -anyway what happened here?
-someone was murdered- tells Spencer-I'm going there for the first time to have a look, i told my mens to lock the doors, so if the murderer is still here, he has to remain. Anyway, i know your fame of detective, would anda like to come to have a look with me?
-I'd cinta to- says Dock.
They go on the stage, that is still detached from the public with the curtains. On the floor there's a young men without life and some blood on the chest. A young girl, Elvira Gorrige is sitting on a chair, crying.
-The poor, young men on the floor is Shawn Davy one of the actors- tells inspector Spencer to his friend -the shoot comes from that gun over there. It looks like the girl on the chair...-
-Elvira Gorrige- tells Dock
-yes, Elvira Gorrige, had to shoot him with that gun, but it had to be fake. She's now the first suspect, but we're investigating.- continues Spencer.
-...mhm- mumbles Dock suspiciously.
END OF THE FIRST EPISODE! BYE!
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 oleh me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To tampil them that...
Their work was useful.
To tampil 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 tampil 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 oleh me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To tampil them that...
Their work was useful.
To tampil 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 tampil 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.
Run. It was the only thing going threw Leven,Evie, Matthew and Cameron's mind right now as the anjing and people chased them into the forest.They went as fast as they could as the anjing got closer and closer.
They weren't suppose to be running from the anjing right now. Then again they weren't suppose to be convicted of a crime they didn't do but it had happened.
"Hurry they're gettin' away!" A loud and gruff voice berkata behind them. The barking got louder. A sharp pain was in Leven's side as she ran. She had taken track at school so she was use to it but it was terrible. She could barely breath as she ran.
Matthew turned his head to look back at the others for a membagi, split detik and had came in contact with something hard. The thing fell back and Matthew staggered. They all stopped then as the body picked herself up. They looked I to the eyes of a criminal. The most wanted person alive in america. Brig.
They weren't suppose to be running from the anjing right now. Then again they weren't suppose to be convicted of a crime they didn't do but it had happened.
"Hurry they're gettin' away!" A loud and gruff voice berkata behind them. The barking got louder. A sharp pain was in Leven's side as she ran. She had taken track at school so she was use to it but it was terrible. She could barely breath as she ran.
Matthew turned his head to look back at the others for a membagi, split detik and had came in contact with something hard. The thing fell back and Matthew staggered. They all stopped then as the body picked herself up. They looked I to the eyes of a criminal. The most wanted person alive in america. Brig.
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,
anda 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 anda and I,
Both of us are walking alone,
In the dark.
Even though anda are not with me,
I can feel anda with me in my heart.
It just breaks me to think
That anda 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.
anda 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,
anda 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 anda and I,
Both of us are walking alone,
In the dark.
Even though anda are not with me,
I can feel anda with me in my heart.
It just breaks me to think
That anda 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.
anda are with me,
Walking in the dark,
Together.
Some of anda 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,
atau even my worst enemies.
This tahun 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,
atau even my worst enemies.
This tahun 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.
I deny the truth,
But really,
That is nothing.
I do that just to protect myself.
I cannot let the truth overcome me
All at once,
I must let it come at me
Pieces oleh pieces.
The truth is always shocking,
At many times sad.
But I must accept the truth
Even after a while.
Because denying the truth
Is like lying to myself
Denying the truth hurts my soul
But it also protects my soul at the same time.
I don't know what to believe.
It's all too shocking for me.
I deny the truth.
I protect my soul.
I protect myself.
But I also hurt myself.
But really,
That is nothing.
I do that just to protect myself.
I cannot let the truth overcome me
All at once,
I must let it come at me
Pieces oleh pieces.
The truth is always shocking,
At many times sad.
But I must accept the truth
Even after a while.
Because denying the truth
Is like lying to myself
Denying the truth hurts my soul
But it also protects my soul at the same time.
I don't know what to believe.
It's all too shocking for me.
I deny the truth.
I protect my soul.
I protect myself.
But I also hurt myself.
Why,
Is everyone being so cruel
Everyone is abusing each other
It seems like there is no good at all
In this world.
Why is everyone
Leaving me out of everything
Like I am this puppet with no string
I feel out of place,
And I am sure other people feel the same
I have searched for all these years
Someone special
Who would lead me through
The darkness
And all of my troubles would fade away.
Someone that would be named,
"My Hero."
I found who she was this year
And it was extremely unexpected,
Because...
No one else is my hero.
My hero is myself.
Is everyone being so cruel
Everyone is abusing each other
It seems like there is no good at all
In this world.
Why is everyone
Leaving me out of everything
Like I am this puppet with no string
I feel out of place,
And I am sure other people feel the same
I have searched for all these years
Someone special
Who would lead me through
The darkness
And all of my troubles would fade away.
Someone that would be named,
"My Hero."
I found who she was this year
And it was extremely unexpected,
Because...
No one else is my hero.
My hero is myself.
This is for all the kids who are bullied oleh words. My teachers always say be bleacher people. Lift others up. I hope this poem gives that message to others.
anda yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I pindah on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
atau lift
me up.
Why must
anda hurt
me?
anda yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I pindah on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
atau lift
me up.
Why must
anda hurt
me?