A little girl walked around the open playground, her solid brown eyes looking at the ground, sun shining on her straight auburn hair. It was her first hari of detik Grade at a new school, and she didn’t know anyone there. She much rather liked walking around and looking at all the little bugs and twigs and other stuff she could find, though, instead of playing Tag, atau swinging, atau making necklaces out of dandelions.
As she stooped down beside the tire house to poke at a little colony of ants, she heard a humming noise. She looked up and saw a little boy about her age, sitting on the puncak, atas tire, humming some wordless tune. He had dark, curly brown hair with a great bundle of freckles on his cheeks and nose, and grey-blue eyes behind small glasses to complete the boyish look.
“Hi.” She says, and his head snaps down to her.
He stops strumming his invisible guitar.
“Hi. What’s your name?” He asks. She looks up at him, pouting a little.
“Allison.” She mumbles.” What’s yours?”
“Jackson.” He answers.
“What’cha doin’?” She asks.
“Playing guitar. I’m making a band. Wanna gabung and come up here?” She shakes her head.
“I don’t know how to play guitar.” She tells him with dead seriousness. It didn’t matter that there wasn’t an actual gitar to play; she just didn’t know. His eyebrows furrow.
“Can anda do drums?” She shakes her head.
“Piano?”Another headshake. He thinks for a moment while she just stands there.
“Can anda sing??” He finally asks. This pertanyaan receives a slight nod. “Then anda can sing. Come up here.”
She climbs up the tires until she’s on the puncak, atas with him, her legs dangling down.
“I don’t know what to sing.” She states and tries to hop back down to the ground, but he stops her.
“Just make something up. That’s the funny part.” He grins, and she smiles back.
He starts strumming his gitar while making noises somewhat like chords, and she sings something along the lines of “I hate history, ‘cause it’s so stinky….” He giggles, and she giggles, and he laughs, and she laughs. This is how a friendship was formed over an air gitar and bad bernyanyi about history.
As she stooped down beside the tire house to poke at a little colony of ants, she heard a humming noise. She looked up and saw a little boy about her age, sitting on the puncak, atas tire, humming some wordless tune. He had dark, curly brown hair with a great bundle of freckles on his cheeks and nose, and grey-blue eyes behind small glasses to complete the boyish look.
“Hi.” She says, and his head snaps down to her.
He stops strumming his invisible guitar.
“Hi. What’s your name?” He asks. She looks up at him, pouting a little.
“Allison.” She mumbles.” What’s yours?”
“Jackson.” He answers.
“What’cha doin’?” She asks.
“Playing guitar. I’m making a band. Wanna gabung and come up here?” She shakes her head.
“I don’t know how to play guitar.” She tells him with dead seriousness. It didn’t matter that there wasn’t an actual gitar to play; she just didn’t know. His eyebrows furrow.
“Can anda do drums?” She shakes her head.
“Piano?”Another headshake. He thinks for a moment while she just stands there.
“Can anda sing??” He finally asks. This pertanyaan receives a slight nod. “Then anda can sing. Come up here.”
She climbs up the tires until she’s on the puncak, atas with him, her legs dangling down.
“I don’t know what to sing.” She states and tries to hop back down to the ground, but he stops her.
“Just make something up. That’s the funny part.” He grins, and she smiles back.
He starts strumming his gitar while making noises somewhat like chords, and she sings something along the lines of “I hate history, ‘cause it’s so stinky….” He giggles, and she giggles, and he laughs, and she laughs. This is how a friendship was formed over an air gitar and bad bernyanyi about history.
I felt them start to build up
As soon as I saw him
I put on a happy face for my mom
Because she doesn’t know
That he broke my heart
She didn’t know that I balled my eyes out
She hasn’t realized that I’ve withdrawn
He says he wants us to be friends
I could barely hold them back
He asked if I understood
And I do
But that doesn’t stop the pain and anger
I blink back the tears
And realize that I was starting to put a shield up
My shield of anger
I feel the tears
As I pray
That God will help me this time
So I don’t isolate myself again
And don’t lose myself
Tears……
They come and I can’t stop them
I hate them
They are a weakness
and I can’t stop them
As soon as I saw him
I put on a happy face for my mom
Because she doesn’t know
That he broke my heart
She didn’t know that I balled my eyes out
She hasn’t realized that I’ve withdrawn
He says he wants us to be friends
I could barely hold them back
He asked if I understood
And I do
But that doesn’t stop the pain and anger
I blink back the tears
And realize that I was starting to put a shield up
My shield of anger
I feel the tears
As I pray
That God will help me this time
So I don’t isolate myself again
And don’t lose myself
Tears……
They come and I can’t stop them
I hate them
They are a weakness
and I can’t stop them
No sun--no moon!
No morn--no noon!
No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--
No sky--no earthly view--
No distance looking blue--
No road--no street--
No "t'other side the way"--
No end to any Row--
No indications where the Crescents go--
No puncak, atas to any steeple--
No recognitions of familiar people--
No courtesies for tampilkan 'em--
No knowing 'em!
No mail--no post--
No news from any foreign coast--
No park--no ring--no afternoon gentility--
No company--no nobility--
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member--
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds,
November!
No morn--no noon!
No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--
No sky--no earthly view--
No distance looking blue--
No road--no street--
No "t'other side the way"--
No end to any Row--
No indications where the Crescents go--
No puncak, atas to any steeple--
No recognitions of familiar people--
No courtesies for tampilkan 'em--
No knowing 'em!
No mail--no post--
No news from any foreign coast--
No park--no ring--no afternoon gentility--
No company--no nobility--
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member--
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds,
November!
When anda Have To Choose Between 2 Possibilities:
1.Take your time.The most important thing is not to make a decision in a hurry.
2.Make a daftar of the positive and negative points for both opinions.Then decide which points are most important and compare the two lists.
3.If anda ask other people for their advice,don't ask lebih than 1 atau 2.If anda ask a lot of people,this will probably confuse you.
4.Use your imagination to help you.Imagine yourself in both situations.How do anda feel?Relaxed atau stressed?
5.When you've made a decision,wait a bit before anda tell other people,to see how anda feel.If anda feel comfortable with your decision after an hour,you have probably made the right decision.
6.Finally,remember that anda can't have everything.Choosing one of two possibilities always means that anda can't have the one anda didn't choose.And it's impossible to always make the right decision!
1.Take your time.The most important thing is not to make a decision in a hurry.
2.Make a daftar of the positive and negative points for both opinions.Then decide which points are most important and compare the two lists.
3.If anda ask other people for their advice,don't ask lebih than 1 atau 2.If anda ask a lot of people,this will probably confuse you.
4.Use your imagination to help you.Imagine yourself in both situations.How do anda feel?Relaxed atau stressed?
5.When you've made a decision,wait a bit before anda tell other people,to see how anda feel.If anda feel comfortable with your decision after an hour,you have probably made the right decision.
6.Finally,remember that anda can't have everything.Choosing one of two possibilities always means that anda can't have the one anda didn't choose.And it's impossible to always make the right decision!