This story has been bugging me ever since I brainstormed it yesterday so I though might as well write it:
Alli Hanson sat bored in her Geography class, waiting for her teacher to stop droning on about world war 2 and dismiss the class, so they could finally go home. She started to scan the class trying to guess what everyone was thinking when a white boy caught her eye and she focused in on him trying to see if he would turn around and look at her.
Rick Duncan felt a pair of eyes boring into the back of his head, when the class was dismissed he stood up and turned around to see a black girl staring at him still. She smiled shyly and moved her gaze away to the window as she too stood up and packed her bag with livres and quickly moving past him, shyly saying hi to him as she past.
An heure later as she was coming accueil from her Friends house she ran into the boy she'd had her eyes own in class with a group of his Friends around him. As she past them someone stuck out his hand and started to speak to her," salut little girly toi staring at my boy earlier, just don't do it again, toi black people sicken me going after us." He pushed her to the ground and all his friends, including the boy she'd been whatching, started laugh and kick her sides, she was crying and bleeding as they left ger there. She managed to get up and hobble slowly accueil blood soaking her shorts from the scars and gashes they'd left on her side.
Rick and his Friends joked around about beating the black girl up hours after it actually happened, though Rick thought he would feel bad about doing it, but he strangely enjoyed it. And couldn't wait to do it again
sorry its short but I have to do something and anyway I introduced the 2 characters I'm going to be using as a pov for the whole book and hope toi like it
Alli Hanson sat bored in her Geography class, waiting for her teacher to stop droning on about world war 2 and dismiss the class, so they could finally go home. She started to scan the class trying to guess what everyone was thinking when a white boy caught her eye and she focused in on him trying to see if he would turn around and look at her.
Rick Duncan felt a pair of eyes boring into the back of his head, when the class was dismissed he stood up and turned around to see a black girl staring at him still. She smiled shyly and moved her gaze away to the window as she too stood up and packed her bag with livres and quickly moving past him, shyly saying hi to him as she past.
An heure later as she was coming accueil from her Friends house she ran into the boy she'd had her eyes own in class with a group of his Friends around him. As she past them someone stuck out his hand and started to speak to her," salut little girly toi staring at my boy earlier, just don't do it again, toi black people sicken me going after us." He pushed her to the ground and all his friends, including the boy she'd been whatching, started laugh and kick her sides, she was crying and bleeding as they left ger there. She managed to get up and hobble slowly accueil blood soaking her shorts from the scars and gashes they'd left on her side.
Rick and his Friends joked around about beating the black girl up hours after it actually happened, though Rick thought he would feel bad about doing it, but he strangely enjoyed it. And couldn't wait to do it again
sorry its short but I have to do something and anyway I introduced the 2 characters I'm going to be using as a pov for the whole book and hope toi like it
Saukerl
We are going separate ways.
We must leave each other,
Though I regret it,
There is nothing either of us
Can do.
We are going separate ways.
The bright light shines in our futures,
For the separate ways we go
Are the best for each of us.
We must leave for the good of it,
Though I don't want to,
And I know toi don't either.
But it is important that we do.
It is never easy
Doing what we do the worst,
Leaving each other,
And the thoughts that we are...
Best friends...leaving each other...
We must go our separate ways.
For our own good.
And we pray that one day...
We will meet each other again.
And we will.
We must leave each other,
Though I regret it,
There is nothing either of us
Can do.
We are going separate ways.
The bright light shines in our futures,
For the separate ways we go
Are the best for each of us.
We must leave for the good of it,
Though I don't want to,
And I know toi don't either.
But it is important that we do.
It is never easy
Doing what we do the worst,
Leaving each other,
And the thoughts that we are...
Best friends...leaving each other...
We must go our separate ways.
For our own good.
And we pray that one day...
We will meet each other again.
And we will.
I've been written
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't balançoire, swing me par my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if toi destroy me.
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't balançoire, swing me par my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if toi destroy me.
No matter how much toi wish for plus it happens like the heure glass time runs out and you'll lung for more.
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test par our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test par our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
