Milly and Sora(TC)

You are a disgrace
Writing ‘bout a girl moving to a rainy place
Who’s getting horny by the touch of a sparkling tube of glitter glue
And who’s nothing but a selfish Mary Sue

Now your little piece of shit
Has made you ridiculously rich
But you refuse to give anything to charity
Which doesn’t add much to your dignity

And you’re not taking bad critics from us, honey
You let them be deleted by your precious brother
But as long as you can pocket the money
You don’t bother

Now, won’t you stand up and give the woman an ovation
‘Cause she believed we wanted to share her imagination
About a sissy...

This is my assignment for school. I fit the format, but I would like some constructive critisism on it. Can you please give me some?
I was supposed to write a narrative of something that affected our lives, and I chose to write about the first time that I tried Coca-Cola.

    When I was younger, I was an eccentric little girl living in the small town of Sunnyvale (Yes, it’s a real place), California. I was about 3 or 4, and I lived in an apartment with my mom, dad, and older sister. My dad was a man who was very fond of soda, and one day at lunch, he asked me to try some....

There once was a place where all was good

No poverty strife or fighting for food

A place call Utopia that lie on an isle

There once no war there, at least for a while

Then one day the land we loved so dear and true

Was overthrown by armies, first one then two

One from each country the armies did come

They admired Utopia, wanted to be shown how it was done

The Utopians showed them, as was their peaceful way

What they did on this isle from day to day

After much time spent the armymen found

It was much better here more safe, more sound

And so to Utopia there was to be flown

All the women and children, brought...

11. M E E T A A R O N


At exactly 3 pm, Mario, our house guard beeped through the telecom.
“Mr. Riley?” Mario asked. He used his British accent. I shifted my weight near the front door which the telecom was hung beside it. I pressed the button. “Yes, Mario?” “There’s someone at the gate, looking for Ms. Marhion.” I wonder who it is. I looked out the window. A silver BMW was parked in front of the gate. Weird.
He might not be a bad guy. “Send him in,” I told Mario then I saw the gate opened.
I approached the guy looking for Mariah. “Hi, Riley Cruz,” we shook hands. “Aaron...

7. E S C A P E T O V E G A S

I woke up alone in the hotel room.
I stared at the ceiling.
My mind went blank. I just had a bad dream last night.
I don’t want to think about it first. I’ll get to accelerate the speed of my heartbeat again if I dared to think. I went to the bathroom.
The first thing I did was, I stared at myself in the mirror, above the sink.
I noticed I had a small scar on my forehead.
“I remembered this,” I traced the scar using my fore finger.
Then sitting on the sink, I saw a torn piece of paper written with handwriting you can’t much explain who wrote it.
It said:

...

“Star Light Dream”

I gaze up at the stars again
Watching as they come by fast as the wind
Knowing no matter how much I try
I just can’t help but stare tonight

And no matter how hard I try
I can never be with them in the sky
Can’t wish enough
To just fly up above
Ain’t no wish gonna save me
Ain’t no wish gonna make a slave outta me

So I just keep gazing up again,
Wondering why I fell back down again
I see them stars fly round an round,
Wondering if they’ll come crashing down

I wish I may
And I wish I might
But my star light dream ain’t coming true tonight
So I wish I may
And I wish I might
But...

Einen Umstieg auf dem Flughafen von Wien würde ich wahrscheinlich nur meinen allerschlimmsten Feinden wünschen. Der Flughafen selbst war an diesem Tag überfüllt von Menschen und die organisatorischen Fähigkeiten der Mitarbeiter ließen so einiges zu wünschen übrig. Es gab nur einen einzigen Sicherheitskontrolldurchgang für drei oder vier Flüge. Meiner war einer von diesen. Ich quetschte mich durch die Menge und stand irgendwann im Wartebereich für die Passagiere. Das Flugzeug war klein. Fast genauso klein, wie die Flugzeuge der weißrussischen Fluggesellschaft BELAVIA nur, dass es...

6. T H E C R U Z F A M I L Y

“Welcome, Mariah.” Aunt Lourdes’ hugged me while the maids took care of my stuff. “Your house is so big,” I complimented. My eye caught on the beautiful carved statue on the corner and the massive staircase.
I waved my black hair on my right shoulder.
The walls were covered in golden rod wallpaper with a hint of yellow-green vines as the design. “Are you hungry? We’re about to eat lunch,” she looked at me.
I pursed my lips. “Um, yes,” considering the fact that I didn’t eat along the long way, made me hungry as I smelled the scent of the food...

It was the final school day. The students of senior class were impatiently waiting for the bell to announce the beginning of the vacation. Cam glanced his watch every five seconds en Sophia impatiently tapped her fingers on the table
And than…rrrrriiiiinnnnnggggg!!!
The students jumped up and ran outside, to the vacation. Cam, Sophie, Lucas, Sarah, Andy and Haley were sitting on a wall outside the school gate. They were planning their vacation.
“So, everything’s arranged for our city trip?” Andy asked.
“Yep, there’s no way back now” Lucas said.
“I still don’t get what’s so exciting...