This is the prologue of a novel that I'm thinking about doing, tell me what anda think, because your opinion matters! Plus I probably won't end up doing it if the majority of anda guys don't like it.
Her laughter broke the silence. Everyone turned to stare at her, but she ignored them. She hated being in awkward situations, but could care less when people thought she was weird atau strange.
This girl is Autumn Konrad. She has curly, red hair, bright green eyes, and freckles dot about every square inch of her faces. She's your typical 14 year-old girl, except for the fact that she's not. She's a part of what the rest of the school calls, "The Loser Squad", but she doesn't know they call them that. All she knows it they whisper when she walks by, atau when anyone from her group of friends walk by. Her only 5 friends who are in the group are, Kelli Rush, the blonde with the brains, Samantha Gonzalez, the brunette brainiac, Catie Byerley, the light-brown brilliance, Anne Riley, the more-than-dull dirty blonde, and Liz Strickland, the righteously smart raven, and together they make, THE LOSER SQUAD!!
Her laughter broke the silence. Everyone turned to stare at her, but she ignored them. She hated being in awkward situations, but could care less when people thought she was weird atau strange.
This girl is Autumn Konrad. She has curly, red hair, bright green eyes, and freckles dot about every square inch of her faces. She's your typical 14 year-old girl, except for the fact that she's not. She's a part of what the rest of the school calls, "The Loser Squad", but she doesn't know they call them that. All she knows it they whisper when she walks by, atau when anyone from her group of friends walk by. Her only 5 friends who are in the group are, Kelli Rush, the blonde with the brains, Samantha Gonzalez, the brunette brainiac, Catie Byerley, the light-brown brilliance, Anne Riley, the more-than-dull dirty blonde, and Liz Strickland, the righteously smart raven, and together they make, THE LOSER SQUAD!!
When will this end?
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying oleh their own hands every day.
Some say they will make America better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will cinta start?
The hari we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The hari we cinta too much to kill
The hari others' pain becomes our pain
The hari we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
Yes, it's hard, but let us try.
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying oleh their own hands every day.
Some say they will make America better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will cinta start?
The hari we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The hari we cinta too much to kill
The hari others' pain becomes our pain
The hari we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
Yes, it's hard, but let us try.
Newly born
Squeals
Pitifully
A tiny voice raised high
Going nowhere
Confined
Confused
A single spot on the page
Then
It grows
And walks in waves and braves the pahit wind
Shakily on its spindly legs, it smudges the paper
bernyanyi its first tune
A tiny tune
Twirling and whirling
It grows taller
And tougher
With every beat of its half-grown heart
It grows
Joined oleh others
They sing together
A forgotten voice
A reflection
Of lost symphonies
Tooting their trumpets
They stand to attention
An army of discord
Marching forth
Into a brand new dawn
Squeals
Pitifully
A tiny voice raised high
Going nowhere
Confined
Confused
A single spot on the page
Then
It grows
And walks in waves and braves the pahit wind
Shakily on its spindly legs, it smudges the paper
bernyanyi its first tune
A tiny tune
Twirling and whirling
It grows taller
And tougher
With every beat of its half-grown heart
It grows
Joined oleh others
They sing together
A forgotten voice
A reflection
Of lost symphonies
Tooting their trumpets
They stand to attention
An army of discord
Marching forth
Into a brand new dawn
adventre
Jack turned and ran his own screams still ringing in his ears. He manged to find an empty classroom in which he collapsed against the door.
He must have been imagining it there is no way Mr Thompson is dead? His body was slumped in the chair, blood trickling down his face and his ghost was sitting on meja tulis, meja staring at the door a pale grey." JAAAAAACK!" an unearthly shriek sounded through the air. Jack ran to the window and tried to open it but it was locked. CRASH the door flew of the hinges and Mr Thompson entered.
Jack ran through the door straight under the ghost and sprinted down the corridor.He finally reached the exit, he wrenched on the door as hard as his strength would allow but it wouldn't budge. he could see out of the corner of the eye Mr Thompson gliding down the corridor looking in each classroom. Quickly and quietly Jack slid behind a chair in reception. "AGRHHHHHHHH!"
something had grabbed jack round the neck
END of chapter two
Jack turned and ran his own screams still ringing in his ears. He manged to find an empty classroom in which he collapsed against the door.
He must have been imagining it there is no way Mr Thompson is dead? His body was slumped in the chair, blood trickling down his face and his ghost was sitting on meja tulis, meja staring at the door a pale grey." JAAAAAACK!" an unearthly shriek sounded through the air. Jack ran to the window and tried to open it but it was locked. CRASH the door flew of the hinges and Mr Thompson entered.
Jack ran through the door straight under the ghost and sprinted down the corridor.He finally reached the exit, he wrenched on the door as hard as his strength would allow but it wouldn't budge. he could see out of the corner of the eye Mr Thompson gliding down the corridor looking in each classroom. Quickly and quietly Jack slid behind a chair in reception. "AGRHHHHHHHH!"
something had grabbed jack round the neck
END of chapter two