We had been training for this moment since the apocalypse.
Two years il y a a killer disease criss crossed the world. This disease killed people almost instantly. The people who were diagnosed died in a few horribly painful hours. Only a handful people survived. My twin sister, Victoria and I were one of those few people. Sadly, even our parents died of this disease. We were only twelve when it happened and I remember our parents begging on their deathbeds that we get the vaccine. The doctors would only give us the vaccine, not our parents.
We have planned every movement down to the minute.
Victoria and I ran up to the hole in the ground that was the entrance to the lab that had created and released the disease. Why they released the disease we don’t know. That is one of the reasons we have decided to go into this lab, to find out why our parents and the other people died.
“Umm… Alice…. Do toi ever think that maybe this plan is a bad idea?” Victoria says in a low, quite voice.
“You don’t want to know what happed to our parents. What about all those innocent people who died? What about those kids, and their parents? Do toi want them to die in vain? Do you!” I started to cry. “What about Mom and Dad? What if par doing this we can learn why they had to die.”
“No! I don’t want that... sorry… I guess I’m just nervous I will forget something. Then we would also be dead.”
This lab was supposed to have twelve levels under ground. We were to jump down to floor eleven taking everyone we could with us. Once we got down to the ninth floor we were supposed to jump through the window and go down to floor eleven on foot.
We opened the hatch and jumped in at the same time. All part of the plan, be constantly identical. It isn’t so hard since we are identical twins. We both grabbed our Sable knives that we found just two weeks after we were left all alone. Free falling to our deaths is nothing new to us. As I a dit before we have practiced every movement. As the floors raced par us I started to have seconde thoughts. Third floor, are we making a mistake? Fourth floor, to late to turn back. Fifth floor, we won’t come out of this alive. I have to stop seconde guessing myself. The floors are now speeding par at an amazingly fast speed. People stared out of the full glass windows as they raced down the stairs.
Ha! Try to see them catch up with us! Both of our chin length blonde hair looked like it had never been touched par this wind, Strange; now that I think about it I don’t feel any wind at all Even though we were racing down the circular tunnel carved out of this fortress. What was it with these people? Racing around with their white lab coats licking their heels, plotting how to kill people, making sure that there is no air flow, what next?
Two years il y a a killer disease criss crossed the world. This disease killed people almost instantly. The people who were diagnosed died in a few horribly painful hours. Only a handful people survived. My twin sister, Victoria and I were one of those few people. Sadly, even our parents died of this disease. We were only twelve when it happened and I remember our parents begging on their deathbeds that we get the vaccine. The doctors would only give us the vaccine, not our parents.
We have planned every movement down to the minute.
Victoria and I ran up to the hole in the ground that was the entrance to the lab that had created and released the disease. Why they released the disease we don’t know. That is one of the reasons we have decided to go into this lab, to find out why our parents and the other people died.
“Umm… Alice…. Do toi ever think that maybe this plan is a bad idea?” Victoria says in a low, quite voice.
“You don’t want to know what happed to our parents. What about all those innocent people who died? What about those kids, and their parents? Do toi want them to die in vain? Do you!” I started to cry. “What about Mom and Dad? What if par doing this we can learn why they had to die.”
“No! I don’t want that... sorry… I guess I’m just nervous I will forget something. Then we would also be dead.”
This lab was supposed to have twelve levels under ground. We were to jump down to floor eleven taking everyone we could with us. Once we got down to the ninth floor we were supposed to jump through the window and go down to floor eleven on foot.
We opened the hatch and jumped in at the same time. All part of the plan, be constantly identical. It isn’t so hard since we are identical twins. We both grabbed our Sable knives that we found just two weeks after we were left all alone. Free falling to our deaths is nothing new to us. As I a dit before we have practiced every movement. As the floors raced par us I started to have seconde thoughts. Third floor, are we making a mistake? Fourth floor, to late to turn back. Fifth floor, we won’t come out of this alive. I have to stop seconde guessing myself. The floors are now speeding par at an amazingly fast speed. People stared out of the full glass windows as they raced down the stairs.
Ha! Try to see them catch up with us! Both of our chin length blonde hair looked like it had never been touched par this wind, Strange; now that I think about it I don’t feel any wind at all Even though we were racing down the circular tunnel carved out of this fortress. What was it with these people? Racing around with their white lab coats licking their heels, plotting how to kill people, making sure that there is no air flow, what next?
On a foggy jour ,
Following the light ,
Running far away .
There was a little car ,
Driven par two children ,
Made out of plastic and gum ,
With a fake license number .
And the car was the product
Of one’s imagination,
It was the guide through the forest
Of his life’s interpretation.
And the forest was dark
And hunted par loups ,
Full of tears and pain
And of smiles went to vain.
And this kid was an orphan,
Slowly rushing through life ,
Searching for his mother ,
Waiting to be held tight.
He is Lost and scared ,
Yet unstoppable ,
Cause all his life he’s spent
Walking through that forest.
We ain’t all lucky and rich
ou have families.
The truth is we only have ourselves,
To make our own journies.
This orphan’s an example
For those who don’t know ,
That that forest is the rode
We all have to go on .
1st Person = I, we, me, us, my, mine, our, ours. 2nd Person = you, your, yours. 3rd Person = he, she, it, they, him, her, it, them, his, her, hers, it, their, theirs.
First person écriture is when the characters is speaking directly toward another person(You). toi use words like "I", "Mine", "We", "Us." The character is telling the story to toi themselves.
Second Person
Third person is the exact opposite. Instead of the character talking to you, the narrator is talking about the character. Your main words are "You", and "Your."
Third Person
Third person is almost similar to seconde person. The narrator is talking to you, but instead they use words like "He", "She", "It", and "They." Third person livres often have the most detail.
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this my poem...I just wrote it randomly...Don't know if it's any good...what do toi think?
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If toi l’amour him,
Tell him so.
If toi l’amour him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.
“Yes, I l’amour you,
I’ve told toi so.
And if toi l’amour me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I l’amour you,
I’ve told toi so.
And if toi l’amour me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if toi l’amour him,
Tell him so.
If toi l’amour him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
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If toi l’amour him,
Tell him so.
If toi l’amour him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.
“Yes, I l’amour you,
I’ve told toi so.
And if toi l’amour me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I l’amour you,
I’ve told toi so.
And if toi l’amour me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if toi l’amour him,
Tell him so.
If toi l’amour him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Little raindrops shiny,silver,
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something toi can do.
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something toi can do.
what I'm écriture isn't exactly an article , but I hope toi will enjoy it ^_^ ..
Girl; Do I ever traverser, croix you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do toi like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do toi want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would toi cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would toi live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would toi do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me ou you'r life ?
Boy; My life .
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....
*The reason toi never traverser, croix my mind is because toi are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like toi is because I l’amour toi .
*The reason I don't want toi is because I need toi .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if toi left is because I would die if toi left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for toi is because I would die for toi .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do toi anything for toi is because I would do everything for toi .
*The reason I chose my life is because toi are my life .
Girl; Do I ever traverser, croix you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do toi like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do toi want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would toi cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would toi live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would toi do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me ou you'r life ?
Boy; My life .
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....
*The reason toi never traverser, croix my mind is because toi are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like toi is because I l’amour toi .
*The reason I don't want toi is because I need toi .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if toi left is because I would die if toi left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for toi is because I would die for toi .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do toi anything for toi is because I would do everything for toi .
*The reason I chose my life is because toi are my life .
inch par inch
bringing me closer
to my doom
papillons of
anticipation
flutter nervously
in my stomach
knuckles whiten
jaws clench
what have I
gotten myself into
the suspense
is killing me
I'm going to hate it
I'm going to l’amour it
I might lose my lunch
but I don't care
heaven help me
here it comes...
...
I hold my breath...
...
and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!
I remember the jour I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for toi love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place toi could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with plus feu then toi could ever imagine.
plus passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the jour I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real basketball, basket-ball coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for toi love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place toi could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with plus feu then toi could ever imagine.
plus passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the jour I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real basketball, basket-ball coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
