"What's wrong with Raphael?" Amena asked confusedly, entering the dapur in which Linda was preparing dinner.
"He's just down about something," Linda said, smiling at Amena. "He'll be out the menit he smells dinner." Amena took the spoon from Linda's hand and smiled.
"Don't worry, I can finish up here," she berkata warmly. "Why don't anda rest for a while outside, maybe get some fresh air?" The detik Linda left Amena began digging for a pot.
Raphael may have stolen my first kiss, she thought bitterly. But that doesn't mean that I shouldn't help him out...
Raphael lay there on the floor, feeling pathetic and worthless. He didn't even have the will power, much less the strength, to pindah a single muscle.
Until he remembered that he had something that would end everything. Raphael immediately merpati for his drawer and unearthed a shiny silver gun.
"Life doesn't need me anymore," he whispered as he pressed the pistol to his temple. "Neither does Amena."
"Raphael, I brought anda some soup," Amena said, pushig open the door to see Raphael with his eyes squeezed shut and his finger about to pull the trigger.
"RAPHAEL!" Amena screeched, throwing herself at him.
A loud and thunderous crack membagi, split through the air like lightning. Linda burst through the doors.
"Amena..." Raphael moaned.
Amena was lying on puncak, atas of Raphael, with the gun lying four feet away and blood pooling out of her arm.
"Raphael... y'kay?" Amena choked, allowing him to buaian, cradle her almost like a baby.
"Amena... don't," Raphael berkata stupidly, speechless with shock, fear and confusion.
"Raphael, 'm fine," Amena gasped, clutching her arm. "It's just my arm." The confusion in Raphael seemed to vanish immediately, to be replaced oleh alarm.
"GET HER TO THE HOSPITAL!" he yelled, picking her up and sprinting past his grandmother.
Raphael ran. He ran past the car, not even bothering to unlock it atau get into it. He ran over the bridge, and onto the sand. He ran for miles across the pantai of the beach. He ran between the apartments, the wind whipping through his hair and his jantung pounding against his ribcage. Finally, he ran through the doors of the hospital, three words repeatedly falling from her lips.
"Somebody help her..."
"He's just down about something," Linda said, smiling at Amena. "He'll be out the menit he smells dinner." Amena took the spoon from Linda's hand and smiled.
"Don't worry, I can finish up here," she berkata warmly. "Why don't anda rest for a while outside, maybe get some fresh air?" The detik Linda left Amena began digging for a pot.
Raphael may have stolen my first kiss, she thought bitterly. But that doesn't mean that I shouldn't help him out...
Raphael lay there on the floor, feeling pathetic and worthless. He didn't even have the will power, much less the strength, to pindah a single muscle.
Until he remembered that he had something that would end everything. Raphael immediately merpati for his drawer and unearthed a shiny silver gun.
"Life doesn't need me anymore," he whispered as he pressed the pistol to his temple. "Neither does Amena."
"Raphael, I brought anda some soup," Amena said, pushig open the door to see Raphael with his eyes squeezed shut and his finger about to pull the trigger.
"RAPHAEL!" Amena screeched, throwing herself at him.
A loud and thunderous crack membagi, split through the air like lightning. Linda burst through the doors.
"Amena..." Raphael moaned.
Amena was lying on puncak, atas of Raphael, with the gun lying four feet away and blood pooling out of her arm.
"Raphael... y'kay?" Amena choked, allowing him to buaian, cradle her almost like a baby.
"Amena... don't," Raphael berkata stupidly, speechless with shock, fear and confusion.
"Raphael, 'm fine," Amena gasped, clutching her arm. "It's just my arm." The confusion in Raphael seemed to vanish immediately, to be replaced oleh alarm.
"GET HER TO THE HOSPITAL!" he yelled, picking her up and sprinting past his grandmother.
Raphael ran. He ran past the car, not even bothering to unlock it atau get into it. He ran over the bridge, and onto the sand. He ran for miles across the pantai of the beach. He ran between the apartments, the wind whipping through his hair and his jantung pounding against his ribcage. Finally, he ran through the doors of the hospital, three words repeatedly falling from her lips.
"Somebody help her..."
I slammed the car door shut, and faced the school.
"Have a good hari sweetie," Mom said, somewhat hopefully from the drivers seat. Just the words made me want to ball up and cry. She drove away, leaving me in the dust. I would not survive this day.
Not that I deserve to.
I clutched my buku to my chest, and tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ground. But I still felt their eyes on me.
"Bitch," they muttered.
"She deserves to die," others said. Didn't they know I want to? Didn't they know how much strength it took to keep breathing? And when I did, it was the everlasting pain that nearly brought me to my death. But I could only hope.
But they didn't know this. They just knew it was my fault. And it was. It was all my fault for what had happened.
And I'd live with this guilt till I die.
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Please let me know if I should continue this; I don't know if I should.
"Have a good hari sweetie," Mom said, somewhat hopefully from the drivers seat. Just the words made me want to ball up and cry. She drove away, leaving me in the dust. I would not survive this day.
Not that I deserve to.
I clutched my buku to my chest, and tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ground. But I still felt their eyes on me.
"Bitch," they muttered.
"She deserves to die," others said. Didn't they know I want to? Didn't they know how much strength it took to keep breathing? And when I did, it was the everlasting pain that nearly brought me to my death. But I could only hope.
But they didn't know this. They just knew it was my fault. And it was. It was all my fault for what had happened.
And I'd live with this guilt till I die.
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Please let me know if I should continue this; I don't know if I should.
I need to find a name for my character. She is a twelve tahun old girl with short, kinda boyish blonde hair. She has a curious and Mischievous personality and a tomboyish attitude. She loves Music, she plays piano and gitar and can play the Saxaphone really well. She is also very good in school. She has green eyes and likes to draw and write. Her main flaw is when she makes mistakes she has trouble realising that she is only human, and humans make mistakes. I am trying to find a good name but I am having a lot of trouble. Please help!
Introduction
Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that anda could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story atau movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, atau feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as anda probably know. Imaginary friends can be anything anda want them to be. An animal, a creature anda made up, a monster, atau just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary friends that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that anda could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story atau movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, atau feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as anda probably know. Imaginary friends can be anything anda want them to be. An animal, a creature anda made up, a monster, atau just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary friends that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
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It was the selanjutnya day. I got dressed nervously, had Bruno thought I was a helper? I put on a blue kemeja that berkata "Do I Look Like I Care?" and skinny jeans. I ran outside to look for the bus, it wasn't there. I waited and waited, but it never came! I ran to school. I finally got to school no one was in the halls. I realized everyone was in class. I wrote a fake note in cursive the best I could. When I walked into class I gave the teacher the note. She read happily. Not looking angry at all, she berkata "Oh! I didn't give anda a note. It was saying the bus driver was sick and there were no subs availble. Sorry!" I replied with " It's fine"