They once knew a girl who was the lead in the musical, and was a cheerleader, and was beautiful.
Some of the kids didn't like how amazing she was, so they told a few kids a terrible rumor.
After that, none of her Friends went near her, and the others would snicker when she passed.
She wasn't told why she was being a scape goat, because it was funnier if she didn't know.
She didn't tell her parents, ou the counslers, ou her teachers, because she was so afraid.
She didn't want to be avoided longer than nessacary. She didn't want to feel bad longer.
But it kept going and going, and par the end of the year, no one would go to the prom with her.
The hurt slowly built, and there was no vent for her. No one to be with. Everyone was gone.
Summer was the same way, and no one went to see her. Some kids started to worry.
But they were still afraid. They would wait until school to start. They would see if it was safe.
School came. No one saw her. Soon they got called to the principal. Something was wrong.
There was a note from her addressed to them. They read the note, and it said:
"I can't be tortured like this any more. I once loved the world, but soon, I grew to hate it.
I can't be treated like this any more. I was once like everyone else, then I was below them.
I can't be bottled up like this any more. I was once open, but I had to hide from everyone.
I can't live like this any more. I once was happy when I was awake, but I want to sleep forever."
She never realized that she truly was beautiful, that she was amazing, that she was great.
She never knew that they were so jealous of her beauty and amazingness, and greatness,
And she never knew that she had so much to live for, and because of that, she was gone
Some were taken away, in cars of blue and white, and the rest were left to look back.
They once knew a girl who was the lead in the musical, and was a cheerleader, and was beautiful.
Some of the kids didn't like how amazing she was, so they told a few kids a terrible rumor.
After that, none of her Friends went near her, and the others would snicker when she passed.
She should have been told why she was being a scape goat, because it was worse that she didn't know.
Some of the kids didn't like how amazing she was, so they told a few kids a terrible rumor.
After that, none of her Friends went near her, and the others would snicker when she passed.
She wasn't told why she was being a scape goat, because it was funnier if she didn't know.
She didn't tell her parents, ou the counslers, ou her teachers, because she was so afraid.
She didn't want to be avoided longer than nessacary. She didn't want to feel bad longer.
But it kept going and going, and par the end of the year, no one would go to the prom with her.
The hurt slowly built, and there was no vent for her. No one to be with. Everyone was gone.
Summer was the same way, and no one went to see her. Some kids started to worry.
But they were still afraid. They would wait until school to start. They would see if it was safe.
School came. No one saw her. Soon they got called to the principal. Something was wrong.
There was a note from her addressed to them. They read the note, and it said:
"I can't be tortured like this any more. I once loved the world, but soon, I grew to hate it.
I can't be treated like this any more. I was once like everyone else, then I was below them.
I can't be bottled up like this any more. I was once open, but I had to hide from everyone.
I can't live like this any more. I once was happy when I was awake, but I want to sleep forever."
She never realized that she truly was beautiful, that she was amazing, that she was great.
She never knew that they were so jealous of her beauty and amazingness, and greatness,
And she never knew that she had so much to live for, and because of that, she was gone
Some were taken away, in cars of blue and white, and the rest were left to look back.
They once knew a girl who was the lead in the musical, and was a cheerleader, and was beautiful.
Some of the kids didn't like how amazing she was, so they told a few kids a terrible rumor.
After that, none of her Friends went near her, and the others would snicker when she passed.
She should have been told why she was being a scape goat, because it was worse that she didn't know.
I sat alone.
No one came up to me, none asked if anything was wrong.
I sat alone.
In the corner, where everyone saw but no one noticed.
I sat alone.
I had no friends, I was not ‘cool’ enough for them.
I sat alone.
No one knew my mother had just died from cancer, no one cared.
I sat alone.
Surrounded par my thoughts, but no people. par my words, but no friends.
I sat alone.
Until a girl came and sat par me.
I sat with a girl.
She turned to me and smiled warmly, “Hello.”
I sat with a friend.
No one came up to me, none asked if anything was wrong.
I sat alone.
In the corner, where everyone saw but no one noticed.
I sat alone.
I had no friends, I was not ‘cool’ enough for them.
I sat alone.
No one knew my mother had just died from cancer, no one cared.
I sat alone.
Surrounded par my thoughts, but no people. par my words, but no friends.
I sat alone.
Until a girl came and sat par me.
I sat with a girl.
She turned to me and smiled warmly, “Hello.”
I sat with a friend.
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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