Chapter 1
October, 1964
I lied awake on my bed.
I couldn’t sleep.
My mind was wandering, racing to different topics at the same time. I couldn’t stay on one subject in my mind for lebih than ten seconds. I was restless.
Just then, out of nowhere, I remembered something that I particularly didn’t want to remember. But I did anyway. It was something that I hated thinking about, and something that I thought about all the time. I got up, clad in only a pair of jeans, and walked over to my closet and turned on the light. I pulled down old, dusty boxes and yellowed papers off of the closet’s shelf. I searched until I found what I was looking for: 198 papers that were bound into a story. A book. It wasn’t mine. I didn’t write it. My old friend Johnnie Gatlyn did. She wrote it, and I was the only one who had ever read it.
I remember Johnnie telling me about it one time. She told me she wrote a book and she wanted me to read it. So I did.
Johnnie had always wanted to write a book and publikasi it and become an author. She didn’t care if she became famous atau not. She just wanted her stories out there. But she never got to publikasi the story that I was holding in my hands. So now I had it. And I was the only one who knew about it.
I was the only one she ever told. She never shared her stories atau poems atau songs with other people. Nor her drawings. Only me. I was the only one she had ever trusted. I wish I could thank her for trusting me.
I slowly sat down on the edge of my bed, careful not to wake my older brother, and stared at Johnnie’s story. It stared back at me, its dirty, dusty face masked with inked words. I felt tears forming in my eyes and hurriedly brushed them away. I didn’t want to cry. But, I’m sure if I had let the tears fall, I would’ve been sobbing instead of crying. I flipped through the pages and old memories of membaca this great story flushed through me. I remembered lots of it, even though the last time I read it was three months ago. Three long, lonely months ago.
I couldn’t beruang to remember that event that happened months ago, but it was too late. The memory was coming back.
I stared at the very first page and read the first line. I remember that line, I thought. And remembering that line made me remember Johnnie. Sweeter-than-honey Johnnie Gatlyn. I lied back down on my tempat tidur and gave up. I let myself remember.
I didn’t want to. But remembering Johnnie also made me happy.
October, 1964
I lied awake on my bed.
I couldn’t sleep.
My mind was wandering, racing to different topics at the same time. I couldn’t stay on one subject in my mind for lebih than ten seconds. I was restless.
Just then, out of nowhere, I remembered something that I particularly didn’t want to remember. But I did anyway. It was something that I hated thinking about, and something that I thought about all the time. I got up, clad in only a pair of jeans, and walked over to my closet and turned on the light. I pulled down old, dusty boxes and yellowed papers off of the closet’s shelf. I searched until I found what I was looking for: 198 papers that were bound into a story. A book. It wasn’t mine. I didn’t write it. My old friend Johnnie Gatlyn did. She wrote it, and I was the only one who had ever read it.
I remember Johnnie telling me about it one time. She told me she wrote a book and she wanted me to read it. So I did.
Johnnie had always wanted to write a book and publikasi it and become an author. She didn’t care if she became famous atau not. She just wanted her stories out there. But she never got to publikasi the story that I was holding in my hands. So now I had it. And I was the only one who knew about it.
I was the only one she ever told. She never shared her stories atau poems atau songs with other people. Nor her drawings. Only me. I was the only one she had ever trusted. I wish I could thank her for trusting me.
I slowly sat down on the edge of my bed, careful not to wake my older brother, and stared at Johnnie’s story. It stared back at me, its dirty, dusty face masked with inked words. I felt tears forming in my eyes and hurriedly brushed them away. I didn’t want to cry. But, I’m sure if I had let the tears fall, I would’ve been sobbing instead of crying. I flipped through the pages and old memories of membaca this great story flushed through me. I remembered lots of it, even though the last time I read it was three months ago. Three long, lonely months ago.
I couldn’t beruang to remember that event that happened months ago, but it was too late. The memory was coming back.
I stared at the very first page and read the first line. I remember that line, I thought. And remembering that line made me remember Johnnie. Sweeter-than-honey Johnnie Gatlyn. I lied back down on my tempat tidur and gave up. I let myself remember.
I didn’t want to. But remembering Johnnie also made me happy.
I'm up all the time now.
Head up
Shoulders back
Legs slightly apart
Back straight.
I walk into the exam room,
Knowing inside my heart
That the ones who fear
Are the ones who do not succeed.
I sit down.
Confident,
I start my song
Of utmost elegance.
I use all my power
And strength.
I use all the dynamics in the world,
I use everything everyone's brought me.
I use all the good that everyone
Has diberikan me
In my life.
Time goes slowly by.
I feel myself going along with the beat.
I am entranced in my own song.
It feels better than ever before.
I am done.
I walk over to the judges,
Shaking each hand.
I feel a sense of pride in my heart,
Knowing that I have done it now.
I truly have.
Head up
Shoulders back
Legs slightly apart
Back straight.
I walk into the exam room,
Knowing inside my heart
That the ones who fear
Are the ones who do not succeed.
I sit down.
Confident,
I start my song
Of utmost elegance.
I use all my power
And strength.
I use all the dynamics in the world,
I use everything everyone's brought me.
I use all the good that everyone
Has diberikan me
In my life.
Time goes slowly by.
I feel myself going along with the beat.
I am entranced in my own song.
It feels better than ever before.
I am done.
I walk over to the judges,
Shaking each hand.
I feel a sense of pride in my heart,
Knowing that I have done it now.
I truly have.
I am disappointed,
At the way things are moving along.
Why is everyone so private about
Everything?
I am disappointed,
That I have not met my dream yet.
It seems a long way until I will
Catch my dream in the sky.
I am disappointed,
With many people.
Not just me.
But mostly me.
Why am I being so selfish?
Why are other people being so unkind?
Everything seems in ruin,
Including me.
I am sorry that this is the way it must be
Today,
But I know that tomorrow is a new day,
Waiting for all of us to do good deeds.
And do we shall.
At the way things are moving along.
Why is everyone so private about
Everything?
I am disappointed,
That I have not met my dream yet.
It seems a long way until I will
Catch my dream in the sky.
I am disappointed,
With many people.
Not just me.
But mostly me.
Why am I being so selfish?
Why are other people being so unkind?
Everything seems in ruin,
Including me.
I am sorry that this is the way it must be
Today,
But I know that tomorrow is a new day,
Waiting for all of us to do good deeds.
And do we shall.
Hi. My name is Jake Gartner, and right now, basically a huge mutant serpent is coming to menelan me whole, tear me to pieces of flesh, so I have no time to talk right now. Oh, um...you want to follow me? Sure, just accept that everyday will be the best of the thrills. Right now, we are not getting any help from the immortal world, so just know that we have a horrible system of magic right now, and we have an extremely low supply of weapons, thus, the chance that anda will get out of this mess is around eighty-six percent. (because of me, the master of war) Oh yeah, the serpent. Enough talk. (ROARS) Off to kill a mutant serpent!!! (stabs, deflects, cuts a gash in its head, dies) That's only our first one, trainee. Whatever your name is. selanjutnya time, I invite anda to gabung with us on our battle. And it will be even lebih life-consuming, if anda know what that means.
My name is Matt Downley, and I am a sepakbola player. I just moved here to New York, and I was just going to try out for the Weston Middle sepakbola team, when believe it atau not, the principal came rushing down the halls and berkata that I couldn't play because I am disabled. WHAT THE HECK!!! Okay, I was like, "So here's the deal. I can't play. I can't do anything. What the freak am I supposed to do at this stupid school!!!" But, of course, I didn't have the guts to say that out loud to the principal, so I just muttered and said, "Okay." Lately, I feel like people have been stalking me when I came back from school. Everyday when I go to bed, I feel like people are looming in the shadows above me. I didn't know now, but tonight would be a night of extreme danger.
What scandalous secrets can adults keep from their parents? I need ideas for a book I am currently writing. It is about how some secrets adults keep from us can actually save our lives. I hope to give anda a sneak cuplikan of my book which is called The Deadly Truth. Can't wait for your opinions!
To know lebih about my book please post your pertanyaan on my wall. I will try my best to reply as fast and as soon as I can. If I don't then just know I did read them.
anda can believe the first chapter of my book will be diposting either this week atau selanjutnya Friday.
To know lebih about my book please post your pertanyaan on my wall. I will try my best to reply as fast and as soon as I can. If I don't then just know I did read them.
anda can believe the first chapter of my book will be diposting either this week atau selanjutnya Friday.
It probably took anda a while to learn the 26 letters of the alphabet back when anda started school. But actually, anda should count yourself lucky. Some languages use alphabets with many lebih letters than that. Russian, for example, has 33 letters, and the Khmer language of Cambodia has over 70. And in China and Japan, where they write with signs called 'characters', there are hundreds, even thousands of different shapes to remember. Japanese primary school children are expected to learn about a thousand characters before they can go on to high school!