I didn't know what love felt like, I had always wondered, but never got the chance to experience it. Well, that was until I met you. I never would have expected my first boyfriend, and first love to be at the other end of a car crash. God has a funny way of working sometimes. You make me feel pretty, smart, and confident, and I honestly have the self esteem of a potato. So I'm so thankful to have you in my life. I love you, I love your smile, your witty little sayings, your eyes, your amazing personality, the way you treat not only me, but my family (including Brooke). You're funny, sweet, and handsome. You know exactly when to be my knight in shining armor, and my crazy silly boyfriend. I want "this" what we have to last for a long time.
In loving you, I am slowly learning to love myself, something that has never happened before. I’m always so happy around you, my heart doesn’t feel heavy in your presence. My walls are completely down for you, being so vulnerable is a scary thought, though I know I can fully trust you to be there for me. In the past, I have given pieces of myself to people who did not deserve them, my heart to people who used me, looking for love in shallow places. From the moment I met you, I knew you were different. I could tell that you were a soft and sweet boy that wasn’t only with me for what I could do for you. You showed me that love can be pure and untainted with good intentions. I know I’m not the best girl in the world, but I’m always trying to be the best girl for you, doing my best to make you happy in the small things. My bed has never felt empty with just me in it before, though now when I sleep alone, it feels as though you should be next to me. I crave your warmth. There is no better way to wake up, than to wake up to your sleeping face, the handsome lines and curves of your skin that create the
It all started long long ago in a galaxy far far away. (9:00 Am)Waking up on warm morning as always something seemed wrong. The pod race was today. And I, a little kid was to be going up against full grown aliens that have been training for this longer than I've been alive. But I felt something, something guiding me, something that knows what to do better than any mortal could. But even with this mysterious force I guess we could call it , I'm still very nervous.
The monologues presented in Juvie Talk, a book by Richard Ross, clearly suggest the complex yet problematic situation of American youth incarceration. Anecdotal monologues and the language of juveniles grant readers insights into the life they are experiencing, highlighting the gap between the basic human rights and juvenile justice. As a young adult, I deeply link my own psychological growth and experience to the certain struggles these youths have been through.
A year ago I left ______I started going to an amazing school and met a whole plethora of wonderful, cute people. I made new, lovely friends that are some of the best people I’ve ever met. One person stood out from the rest, though. This ginger boy with the disposition of a golden retriever and a smile that I swear could make flowers grow. Of course I didn’t realize it at the time, but he’s the boy I would come to fall in love with. Now this boy—he is the biggest goofball I have ever met, but he’s the goofball that stole my heart, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I’m very exited! I can’t believe the time is actually here! We’re going to Disneyland! We’ll be just 6, with our parents of course, but they won’t be with us through the day. None of us are actually family, but our parents get along pretty well.
One day Ava was at the park and she felt like someone was watching . Ava would turn around and no one was there it felt like a ghost was watching her . Later she walked home and still felt someone was watching her but then she heard someone say my name it sounded like my dead mother but she thought I Must be hearing things and didn’t think much about it . I Got home and dad wasn’t there . He must of work extra hours she said . Ava went to the fridge to see what there was their was some leftover spaghettI and chicken she heated it up in the microwave and ate it . After Ava was done she went to watch tv and a ghost show was on . The show wasn’t that scary but half way into the show a car past really fast and through
Yesterday I woke up at 2pm, because my neighbors had a baby and he kept crying all night. I couldn't sleep until he stopped crying and fell asleep, but after I finally fell asleep he started crying again. I don’t want to be mad at him or anything. He is just a baby. But I couldn’t get any sleep because of him.
I love you and only you and want you and only you. I could never have imagined or wished for such a blessing. When it comes to you and me being together and how lucky we are to be in love, I smile and my heart skips a beat.
How Rainbows Got Their Colors! By: Maddy Martin!!!! One sunny morning two friends were walking around town.
The team from Nut Island had the potential to accomplish great things. They were a very cohesive team. Cohesiveness relates to the degree to which members are attracted to and motivated to remain part of that team. A cohesive group member values his or her membership and strives to maintain a positive relationship within the group. Every person working at Nut Island wanted to be there and would not let anything get in the way of their team.
It was chilly and rainy but I wasn’t out just yet. It was still light outside. It was the perfect night to commit a murder. Or possibly a few if you wished. I just need the two people on my list.
From the classic old school music of Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston, to the new school music of Justin Bieber and Chris Brown grew my love and passion of music and singing. From the time I was born there was always music playing all around me. It came to the point where i knew every song, word for word, by the Jackson 5 at only four years old. No matter what I was doing or where i was going there was always a tune in my head that i was either humming or singing at the top of my lungs. I guess i owe that passion to my family who always filled the house with all kinds of songs.
I am an only child. My mom was truly my best friend. And she had passed away, with me at her side, a couple months previous to this filming. I took to wearing her gold wedding band on my pinky finger, just to keep her near. So it's the very first day of filming for me, and we're at this fabulous mansion in the hills, and we're going to shoot my first scene --- and it is the scene where I surprise my sister who is sleeping in bed, and we talk about what's going on with her.
Seven years have passed since our first encounter and in those past seven years, we have made many memories and parted ways several times. Whenever we parted ways, we were led back to each other as if there was a spark between us. Ever since you entered my life I felt as if God somehow sent one of his angels down to me. Over the last few months, I feel like my heart has grown stronger because of the love I have for you. This love gets stronger and stronger each and every day.
When discussing the poetic form of dramatic monologue it is rare that it is not associated with and its usage attributed to the poet Robert Browning. Robert Browning has been considered the master of the dramatic monologue. Although some critics are skeptical of his invention of the form, for dramatic monologue is evidenced in poetry preceding Browning, it is believed that his extensive and varied use of the dramatic monologue has significantly contributed to the form and has had an enormous impact on modern poetry. "The dramatic monologues of Robert Browning represent the most significant use of the form in postromantic poetry" (Preminger and Brogan 799). The dramatic monologue as we understand it today "is a lyric poem in which the speaker addresses a silent listener, revealing himself in the context of a dramatic situation" (Murfin 97). "The character is speaking to an identifiable but silent listener at a dramatic moment in the speaker's life. The circumstances surrounding the conversation, one side which we "hear" as the dramatic monologue, are made by clear implication, and an insight into the character of the speaker may result" (Holman and Harmon 152).