spyro is écriture in his journal:my name is spyro and i think im in l’amour cause ive seen this dragoness shes black with émeraude eyes and shes the most beautiful ive ever seen it would be a miracle if she would l’amour me too , i try to talk to her but theres another dragoness named ember now shes rose but i dont l’amour her but shes crazy about me , when i see cynder i try to go over to her but ember is watching and pops out from where shes hiding and pulls me away and cynder doesnt seem to notice me but today's going to be a new jour cause im goin to march up to ember and say i dont l’amour her, tell her to stop following me and if she crys ill ignore her then ill go over to cynder and tell her how i feel and hopefully she'll take a liking to me and grow a bond between us. (stops writing) i just gotta do it spyro says
well thats the end of part one ill start part two immediatly
well thats the end of part one ill start part two immediatly
''well it dont seem like nothin'' flame a dit '' well i like spyro but he already has a mate'' ''OMG shes lookin for a mate better play cool'' flame thought ''well im free'' ''but i got to know ya better b4 i look for a mate'' ''u went for spyro and u dont him yet ether'' true but hes so cute i cant resist'' well do ya wanna hang out'' okay'' lets go to the lake and fish'' ''sure'' at the lake spyro and cynder were already there fishin and ember saw them '' oh great spyro's with that nasty witch cynder again she's the evil one from the dark master wy wood he go out with her'' she thought ''lets go to this spot'' flame a dit snapping ember out of her trance-like state ''comin'' then cynder a dit ''woah spyro i caught i big one!'' ''good goin cynder'' ''thats good nourriture for us'' ''tehtehtehteh'' cynder giggled ''u a good fisher too'' ''lets go back to the gardians with the food'' ''okay'' cynder said.
Sometime in our life, everyone must face the fear of rejection and being alone in the big, messed upn world.
Just what exactly do we know about love?
What insanity drives us to go through the whole heart-aching process that we dearly desire?
I, myself faced a type of rejection not long ago. There was a guy i liked in my year, who is very cute and therefor has lots of pretty fans of his own.
One day, i decided that i was getting too depressed about the whole thing and decided to tell him. ou ecactly get my mate to tell him, and it turned out...not so greatly.
He knew that i like him-am i too obvious?-and does not, in any way at all, like me.
i tried not to be so damn depressed, but i cracked when i was walking home, i started crying. and he has no idea what an idiot i felt like, likig someone who doesn't like me. who doesn't know i exists...
Just what exactly do we know about love?
What insanity drives us to go through the whole heart-aching process that we dearly desire?
I, myself faced a type of rejection not long ago. There was a guy i liked in my year, who is very cute and therefor has lots of pretty fans of his own.
One day, i decided that i was getting too depressed about the whole thing and decided to tell him. ou ecactly get my mate to tell him, and it turned out...not so greatly.
He knew that i like him-am i too obvious?-and does not, in any way at all, like me.
i tried not to be so damn depressed, but i cracked when i was walking home, i started crying. and he has no idea what an idiot i felt like, likig someone who doesn't like me. who doesn't know i exists...