I loved her.
As much as I hated her now I had loved her then.
But I had a problem now. The hate was getting in the way of my whole life. It was like this shadow that was always two steps behind me waiting to lash out. I did what I thought would help. Ignored it. And guess what? It just got worse. It got to the point where I was cold to everyone. My friends tiptoed around me or avoided me altogether. My hatred and anger were controling my life. I should have asked for help but I was way to stubborn for that. Why would I need to talk to a shrink? They were for crazy people. So, after a few weeks of my friends avoiding me I realized what I needed to do. I needed to think about it. It would be like rubbing salt in a wound but I had to grin and bear it if I wanted to be happy again.
I started with the toughest thing, figuring that was the way to go. Get the worst over with.
Why hadn't I talked to Lyn?
I could have. Harper did. But why hadn't I?
I had made that decision and stuck to it. Why? Why? Why? Then it hit me like an atom bomb, and I hated the reason. Hated it more than anything. I knew I was so angry that I would say things I would regret later. I still respected her. After she had ripped my life apart why I still had any shred of civility, let alone RESPECT, for this women was beyond me. But at least I had an answer.
That night I kept thinking. Laying in bed, my mind replaying the last few months.Smiles had been few and far between but I ignored it, because that's what you do for people you love. You just pretend that everythings alright, that you didn't just see that look on Dad's face. I had opened a floodgate that I couldn't close. Water just rushed out. That was the first night I let myself breakdown. I cried myself to sleep, but it was okay. I was crying healing tears. As the little drops of emotion hit my pillow, I knew I had begun to heal.
As much as I hated her now I had loved her then.
But I had a problem now. The hate was getting in the way of my whole life. It was like this shadow that was always two steps behind me waiting to lash out. I did what I thought would help. Ignored it. And guess what? It just got worse. It got to the point where I was cold to everyone. My friends tiptoed around me or avoided me altogether. My hatred and anger were controling my life. I should have asked for help but I was way to stubborn for that. Why would I need to talk to a shrink? They were for crazy people. So, after a few weeks of my friends avoiding me I realized what I needed to do. I needed to think about it. It would be like rubbing salt in a wound but I had to grin and bear it if I wanted to be happy again.
I started with the toughest thing, figuring that was the way to go. Get the worst over with.
Why hadn't I talked to Lyn?
I could have. Harper did. But why hadn't I?
I had made that decision and stuck to it. Why? Why? Why? Then it hit me like an atom bomb, and I hated the reason. Hated it more than anything. I knew I was so angry that I would say things I would regret later. I still respected her. After she had ripped my life apart why I still had any shred of civility, let alone RESPECT, for this women was beyond me. But at least I had an answer.
That night I kept thinking. Laying in bed, my mind replaying the last few months.Smiles had been few and far between but I ignored it, because that's what you do for people you love. You just pretend that everythings alright, that you didn't just see that look on Dad's face. I had opened a floodgate that I couldn't close. Water just rushed out. That was the first night I let myself breakdown. I cried myself to sleep, but it was okay. I was crying healing tears. As the little drops of emotion hit my pillow, I knew I had begun to heal.
My name is Matt Downley, and I am a soccer player. I just moved here to New York, and I was just going to try out for the Weston Middle soccer team, when believe it or not, the principal came rushing down the halls and said that I couldn't play because I am disabled. WHAT THE HECK!!! Okay, I was like, "So here's the deal. I can't play. I can't do anything. What the freak am I supposed to do at this stupid school!!!" But, of course, I didn't have the guts to say that out loud to the principal, so I just muttered and said, "Okay." Lately, I feel like people have been stalking me when I came back from school. Everyday when I go to bed, I feel like people are looming in the shadows above me. I didn't know now, but tonight would be a night of extreme danger.
What scandalous secrets can adults keep from their parents? I need ideas for a book I am currently writing. It is about how some secrets adults keep from us can actually save our lives. I hope to give you a sneak preview of my book which is called The Deadly Truth. Can't wait for your opinions!
To know more about my book please post your questions on my wall. I will try my best to reply as fast and as soon as I can. If I don't then just know I did read them.
You can believe the first chapter of my book will be posted either this week or next Friday.
To know more about my book please post your questions on my wall. I will try my best to reply as fast and as soon as I can. If I don't then just know I did read them.
You can believe the first chapter of my book will be posted either this week or next Friday.
It probably took you a while to learn the 26 letters of the alphabet back when you started school. But actually, you should count yourself lucky. Some languages use alphabets with many more letters than that. Russian, for example, has 33 letters, and the Khmer language of Cambodia has over 70. And in China and Japan, where they write with signs called 'characters', there are hundreds, even thousands of different shapes to remember. Japanese primary school children are expected to learn about a thousand characters before they can go on to high school!
Bounce your head, snap
To the classic, to the rap
Step ball change
Basic with a buck
Pleay, tour jete
Bounce your head to the rock
One two three,
Two two three,
Count along with your head
Mosh with the beat
Hop shuffle hop back
Twirl your arms, bend your back
Do the thingamajiggie
Wear out your taps
Breathe it in, breathe it out
Reach for the sky, dance on the ground
Flitter here, gallop there
Lose yourself anywhere
Flow with the music
Feel it in your veins
As you bounce your head, snap
Boom boom clap
As light fades the brightest of souls can even be turned to do the darkest of things. As time time pushes forward the mind and body of an individual changes for either good or bad. the decisions they make and the things they do will stick with them forever. I was told this many years ago by a wise old man that fortold my future. He said "the one with the dragon soul is not alone in the world he knows." After being told this it left me nothing but confused but i had a feeling that it wouldn't be the last time i heard of it.