Selfless acts were uncommon in her universe... all human contact she'd gotten the last few months were Japanese tourists that wanted to capture the bad side of the city on their nice little holiday, par means of escaping the shopping malls, crowded museums and crammed amusement parks that were drowning in bliss and manic happiness.
Yeah, she was the bad side of the city... she was the part that was better left unseen and little people actually saw it. Some of them actually asked for her permission! Why? What would she do? Sue them? She was a stain on the face of society, something like a pimple you're desperate to cover up... close ups wouldn't help her. Lawrence would, though. Lawrence with the soft sheets, family portraits and Baseball cards stuck to the wall. He was nice.
D looked at him as he entered the room, a tray full of nourriture balancing on his hand:
'You hungry?'
'Yeah.' A shy smile graced her face.
Lawrence put down the tray and sat on a chair that stood suivant to his bed.
D picked up a fork and eyed the elaborate lasagna he had prepared... how not to start stuffing the whole thing in her mouth without warning?
'I... ummm...'
'Just eat. I don't care. Eat.' He dipped his fork in as to give her the right example and then waited to see if she'd follow. She did.
'It's... good!' Her eyes brightened, a full blown grin now visible on her face.
Lawrence laughed. 'I cook a lot... actually... I have no life at all.'
'Well...' D started, her face falling ever so slightly: 'I'm not the one to laugh at that, am I?'
Lawrence sighed: 'You're not... I guess. Still think you've been through a lot plus than I have?'
'You could say that... also means you're a wuss suivant to me, doesn't it?'
'It does. I admit defeat. Should I bow down now?' He already stood up, seemingly serious about his offer.
'Would you? Seriously?' A rather devious smirk crept across D's face... this sounded like fun.
'I might, if toi wanted me to?'
'I'm not sure... are toi going to Kiss my hand ou anything? 'Cause chances are you're going to contract something nasty if toi do.'
Lawrence laughed again... normally, laughing people earned a scowl from D, but it seemed to be different now.
'Speaking of nasty...' Lawrence's voice turned serious again: 'How are you?'
tomate sauce dripped of D's chin and she gestured to her mouth before swallowing and responding with the familiar and highly predictable: 'I'm fine.'
Lawrence felt her forehead again, sighing sadly: 'You're not fine. You're actually less not fine than the last time I checked... look at me.'
D did. Lawrence could see her that her eyes were slightly glazed over. He also fully noticed their beauty for the first time, leaving a weird mixture of sadness and awe visible on his face.
'Yeah I know.' D smiled at him. 'Mom always a dit I was special.'
'Maybe toi are.' Lawrence lamely offered.
'In a bad way, right? I mean... I like this, okay? I do... but could toi like... stop, being nice to me? I just got accustomed to the fact that I'm scum, okay? I'm scum, no one really wants me here and when I leave here again people are going to ignore me and... shun me, so stop it.'
'No.' Lawrence said, simply. 'I'm going to treat toi like a person, talk to toi and make sure that me and my neighbors won't have to live with the fact that they let a girl die right in front of them, knowing that they could've done something. I'm doing something.' He explained.
'That what happened to your niece?' D asked, out of innocence, really.
'No. No one did something. She's dead.' Lawrence bit at her.
'Sorry...' D's shoulders and face both fell, leaving an uncomfortable look on her face.
'It's... my fault, really. Relax, okay? Just relax. And sleep some more. Can I get toi anything?'
D coughed... it sounded rather unhealthy and actually required Lawrence's interference. 'No.' Her voice sounded hoarse.
'Are toi cold?'
She nodded.
Lawrence left briefly to return with pillows and blankets alike.
'There... toi run away ou something?' He asked, casually.
'Yeah.'
'Why?'
'I don't know...' She shrugged, tensed: she was closing up.
She did know why. Because her parents divorced and her mother remarried a fat guy with a Harley that had midlife crisis written all over it and a disgustingly greasy coupé on his scarlet red head. There was also his completely inappropriate use of slang, the pants he could never pull up high enough to cover up his umm... backwards cleavage?
Back then, she already was an insignificance to him. Her name had been Danielle and the fat guy made it Danni... as he would holler that as he and D's mother passed the school on that disgusting midlife machine of his and she didn't like it at all so it became D. Just D.
And on a chilly autumn night, she had left accueil and went to the bus stop on the other side of town and waited for the right kind of bus driver: Not the "Never missed-a-day-of-work-in-twenty-years-in-first-out-last" type of guy, but the "Lives-on-RedBull-and-coffee-can't-take-his-eyes-off-the-road-'cause-he'd-crash" Type that wouldn't remember a face and made toi wonder if he'd go into a full blown panic attack if toi removed his beloved thermos can out of his line of sight. She went to her dad's first... but found reason to leave there too...
'What does D stand for, anyway?' Lawrence felt the need to save her from what seemed to be painful thoughts.
'Danielle... How do toi shorten Lawrence?'
'Renzo.' He smiled: the nickname was apparently linked to a good memory.
'Like a clown?' She chuckled.
'Care to disagree?' He challenged.
She shrugged: no, not really.
Wanted to montrer their basic personalities here... Lawrence is something of a caring grandfather and D is just a scared, hardened teenager.
Yeah, she was the bad side of the city... she was the part that was better left unseen and little people actually saw it. Some of them actually asked for her permission! Why? What would she do? Sue them? She was a stain on the face of society, something like a pimple you're desperate to cover up... close ups wouldn't help her. Lawrence would, though. Lawrence with the soft sheets, family portraits and Baseball cards stuck to the wall. He was nice.
D looked at him as he entered the room, a tray full of nourriture balancing on his hand:
'You hungry?'
'Yeah.' A shy smile graced her face.
Lawrence put down the tray and sat on a chair that stood suivant to his bed.
D picked up a fork and eyed the elaborate lasagna he had prepared... how not to start stuffing the whole thing in her mouth without warning?
'I... ummm...'
'Just eat. I don't care. Eat.' He dipped his fork in as to give her the right example and then waited to see if she'd follow. She did.
'It's... good!' Her eyes brightened, a full blown grin now visible on her face.
Lawrence laughed. 'I cook a lot... actually... I have no life at all.'
'Well...' D started, her face falling ever so slightly: 'I'm not the one to laugh at that, am I?'
Lawrence sighed: 'You're not... I guess. Still think you've been through a lot plus than I have?'
'You could say that... also means you're a wuss suivant to me, doesn't it?'
'It does. I admit defeat. Should I bow down now?' He already stood up, seemingly serious about his offer.
'Would you? Seriously?' A rather devious smirk crept across D's face... this sounded like fun.
'I might, if toi wanted me to?'
'I'm not sure... are toi going to Kiss my hand ou anything? 'Cause chances are you're going to contract something nasty if toi do.'
Lawrence laughed again... normally, laughing people earned a scowl from D, but it seemed to be different now.
'Speaking of nasty...' Lawrence's voice turned serious again: 'How are you?'
tomate sauce dripped of D's chin and she gestured to her mouth before swallowing and responding with the familiar and highly predictable: 'I'm fine.'
Lawrence felt her forehead again, sighing sadly: 'You're not fine. You're actually less not fine than the last time I checked... look at me.'
D did. Lawrence could see her that her eyes were slightly glazed over. He also fully noticed their beauty for the first time, leaving a weird mixture of sadness and awe visible on his face.
'Yeah I know.' D smiled at him. 'Mom always a dit I was special.'
'Maybe toi are.' Lawrence lamely offered.
'In a bad way, right? I mean... I like this, okay? I do... but could toi like... stop, being nice to me? I just got accustomed to the fact that I'm scum, okay? I'm scum, no one really wants me here and when I leave here again people are going to ignore me and... shun me, so stop it.'
'No.' Lawrence said, simply. 'I'm going to treat toi like a person, talk to toi and make sure that me and my neighbors won't have to live with the fact that they let a girl die right in front of them, knowing that they could've done something. I'm doing something.' He explained.
'That what happened to your niece?' D asked, out of innocence, really.
'No. No one did something. She's dead.' Lawrence bit at her.
'Sorry...' D's shoulders and face both fell, leaving an uncomfortable look on her face.
'It's... my fault, really. Relax, okay? Just relax. And sleep some more. Can I get toi anything?'
D coughed... it sounded rather unhealthy and actually required Lawrence's interference. 'No.' Her voice sounded hoarse.
'Are toi cold?'
She nodded.
Lawrence left briefly to return with pillows and blankets alike.
'There... toi run away ou something?' He asked, casually.
'Yeah.'
'Why?'
'I don't know...' She shrugged, tensed: she was closing up.
She did know why. Because her parents divorced and her mother remarried a fat guy with a Harley that had midlife crisis written all over it and a disgustingly greasy coupé on his scarlet red head. There was also his completely inappropriate use of slang, the pants he could never pull up high enough to cover up his umm... backwards cleavage?
Back then, she already was an insignificance to him. Her name had been Danielle and the fat guy made it Danni... as he would holler that as he and D's mother passed the school on that disgusting midlife machine of his and she didn't like it at all so it became D. Just D.
And on a chilly autumn night, she had left accueil and went to the bus stop on the other side of town and waited for the right kind of bus driver: Not the "Never missed-a-day-of-work-in-twenty-years-in-first-out-last" type of guy, but the "Lives-on-RedBull-and-coffee-can't-take-his-eyes-off-the-road-'cause-he'd-crash" Type that wouldn't remember a face and made toi wonder if he'd go into a full blown panic attack if toi removed his beloved thermos can out of his line of sight. She went to her dad's first... but found reason to leave there too...
'What does D stand for, anyway?' Lawrence felt the need to save her from what seemed to be painful thoughts.
'Danielle... How do toi shorten Lawrence?'
'Renzo.' He smiled: the nickname was apparently linked to a good memory.
'Like a clown?' She chuckled.
'Care to disagree?' He challenged.
She shrugged: no, not really.
Wanted to montrer their basic personalities here... Lawrence is something of a caring grandfather and D is just a scared, hardened teenager.
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.
For plus detailed descriptions, go to: link
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!
