She sat there,at the foot of the bed,holding the book in her trembling hands.Rain fell,slamming against the window.The room was cold,dark,gloomy despite the bright blue of the walls.Somehow,blue didnt seem so bright anymore..not without her wide dimpled smile to liven it up.Lisa...the name filled her mind,sending little pinpricks of raw pain throughout her body.Lisa,bright thrteen an old Lisa,her only little sister was gone.Tears spilled from Jane's eyes.She looked out the window.Max was standing in the porch,his handsome face tight with concern.Somewhwere in her mind,she,Jane knew it was wrong.It was unfair to burden him with her misery,to worry him.She owed him much,much plus than this.He had been the person who answered her screaming call at midnight "I WANT TO GO HOME!!I WANT TO SEE HER ROOM!I WONT LET HER GET LOCKED AWAY!!"with a soothing hug and a reassurance and taken her here.
The room was cold and unfeeling without her.The bookshelves lined with everything from nonsensical teen-fiction to the great classics seemed too organised,too devoid of her.The large posters of Taylor rapide, swift and Jessie J were grim.Their smiles were frozen,plastered.Lisa would have been right here on this bed,blonde hair swept down,reading,laughing,chattering.jane was gripping "Les Miserables" one of Lisa's faviroutes.Can she ours to open it without remembering her sister's deep blue eyes sweep over each word?I can..I have to..she thought.Somehow,she would be alright if only...if only she could bring up the courage to face her again.The only reason she had come back here.She took a deep breath,and opened the book.Pain stabbed at her heart,making her head swim.She persisted,flicking through the pages.Suddenly she saw something fall from one of the pages.a peice of white paper.With trembling hands,jane picked it up,unfolding it.Inside was a small,short note.
"Knew youd be back"the assurance was accentuated with a smilie face.her handwriting was spidery,so it must have been written near the end of her disease.all of a sudden,all grief,all misery exploded out of her.She sobbed,sinking onto the floor.Gone.Lisa was gone.but through the tears she could feel a dizzying certainty.She was going to be fine.lisa knew her better than anyone else.She would never be Lost again.Lisa did not live in this room ou on these bookshelves,but Lisa was in her heart.And there she will be,always.As Jane slipped out of the house,an arm around max,she turned her face upto the now clear sky."I l’amour you,sis" she whispered.Somehow,blue looked bright again.
The room was cold and unfeeling without her.The bookshelves lined with everything from nonsensical teen-fiction to the great classics seemed too organised,too devoid of her.The large posters of Taylor rapide, swift and Jessie J were grim.Their smiles were frozen,plastered.Lisa would have been right here on this bed,blonde hair swept down,reading,laughing,chattering.jane was gripping "Les Miserables" one of Lisa's faviroutes.Can she ours to open it without remembering her sister's deep blue eyes sweep over each word?I can..I have to..she thought.Somehow,she would be alright if only...if only she could bring up the courage to face her again.The only reason she had come back here.She took a deep breath,and opened the book.Pain stabbed at her heart,making her head swim.She persisted,flicking through the pages.Suddenly she saw something fall from one of the pages.a peice of white paper.With trembling hands,jane picked it up,unfolding it.Inside was a small,short note.
"Knew youd be back"the assurance was accentuated with a smilie face.her handwriting was spidery,so it must have been written near the end of her disease.all of a sudden,all grief,all misery exploded out of her.She sobbed,sinking onto the floor.Gone.Lisa was gone.but through the tears she could feel a dizzying certainty.She was going to be fine.lisa knew her better than anyone else.She would never be Lost again.Lisa did not live in this room ou on these bookshelves,but Lisa was in her heart.And there she will be,always.As Jane slipped out of the house,an arm around max,she turned her face upto the now clear sky."I l’amour you,sis" she whispered.Somehow,blue looked bright again.
Author's Note: "Look, now I am going to tell toi a story of the life of Rosemary Vega a.k.a me."
I am 11 years old.
My birthday is on March 25.
I am very talented at écriture stories, chant like famous people (example: Shakira, Selena Gomez, Demi Lovato and Lady Gaga) I l’amour to act!
When I grow up I want to be singer ou a voice actress.
I am interested in étoile, star Wars, Pokemon, Everybody Hates Chris and George Lopez.
My favori pokemon are: Jirachi, Roserade, Mismagious and Meganium.
I was born in Wilson, North Carolina.
Thank toi for giving me your time to read this article! :D
I am 11 years old.
My birthday is on March 25.
I am very talented at écriture stories, chant like famous people (example: Shakira, Selena Gomez, Demi Lovato and Lady Gaga) I l’amour to act!
When I grow up I want to be singer ou a voice actress.
I am interested in étoile, star Wars, Pokemon, Everybody Hates Chris and George Lopez.
My favori pokemon are: Jirachi, Roserade, Mismagious and Meganium.
I was born in Wilson, North Carolina.
Thank toi for giving me your time to read this article! :D
Alone!
There once was a girl who biked and ran
with her best friend who had a bright orange tan
But then one jour she when biking alone
and thats when she fell along way from home.
She lay still on the ground
not makeing a sound,and thats when she found
that she could not talk
let alone walk
As she slowly made her way home
she wished that she had a phone
so she could call for help
insted of put up with the pain that made her yelp.
She pushed her bike down the dusty track
with a sore haed and an acking back
Then she came to the place where her and her best friend met
just as the sun was begining to set
The suivant jour at school she was no where in sight
which gave her best frined a very big fright
but she was a accueil tucked up in bed
with a sore leg and an acking head
Thats when she remebered what her best friend had a dit
about not going out bikeing alone
along way from home.
What do toi think?(I think it is very bad) and sorry of the spelling.
There once was a girl who biked and ran
with her best friend who had a bright orange tan
But then one jour she when biking alone
and thats when she fell along way from home.
She lay still on the ground
not makeing a sound,and thats when she found
that she could not talk
let alone walk
As she slowly made her way home
she wished that she had a phone
so she could call for help
insted of put up with the pain that made her yelp.
She pushed her bike down the dusty track
with a sore haed and an acking back
Then she came to the place where her and her best friend met
just as the sun was begining to set
The suivant jour at school she was no where in sight
which gave her best frined a very big fright
but she was a accueil tucked up in bed
with a sore leg and an acking head
Thats when she remebered what her best friend had a dit
about not going out bikeing alone
along way from home.
What do toi think?(I think it is very bad) and sorry of the spelling.
You
It's the middle of the night,
And I can't sleep
Your face, planted with a smile
Are the only things I see
Your voice calling my name
Is the only thing I hear
I can feel your hand rubbing my back
Hearing toi whisper ''good night''
I jump and look around,
And soon realize toi are not there
I sob, tightly holding the gift toi once gave me
It's right here, on my bed, in perfect condition.
30 minutes later, I wipe my face and go back to sleep…
I wake up once again
And the cycle starts all over again…
It's the middle of the night,
And I can't sleep
Your face, planted with a smile
Are the only things I see
Your voice calling my name
Is the only thing I hear
I can feel your hand rubbing my back
Hearing toi whisper ''good night''
I jump and look around,
And soon realize toi are not there
I sob, tightly holding the gift toi once gave me
It's right here, on my bed, in perfect condition.
30 minutes later, I wipe my face and go back to sleep…
I wake up once again
And the cycle starts all over again…
your mistakes don't define you, now. they don't tell toi who you're not, ou who toi can never be. what's it take to get toi to say you'll try? you've got to live this life like it's the only one you've got. what would toi say, what would toi do, if this was your last day? so, toi found out today that life's not the same. not quite as good as yesterday.
and, yes, i know it hurts & i know your pain, but u never gave up this easily befor. such a beautiful thing to just throw away. i think toi need to know that, of all the couleurs that toi shine, this is surely not your best, it's really not your style. toi should think about what toi do, befor toi do it, over and over again. i know toi feel alone, that know one can figure toi out, but toi sould know that we just l’amour to see toi smile.i know toi feel like you're lost, feel like you've drifted way to far away, but we can help toi come back.
and, yes, i know it hurts & i know your pain, but u never gave up this easily befor. such a beautiful thing to just throw away. i think toi need to know that, of all the couleurs that toi shine, this is surely not your best, it's really not your style. toi should think about what toi do, befor toi do it, over and over again. i know toi feel alone, that know one can figure toi out, but toi sould know that we just l’amour to see toi smile.i know toi feel like you're lost, feel like you've drifted way to far away, but we can help toi come back.