(I just wanted to clarify that Laylia is 16.)
In my current state of mind, if someone offered to kill me, I wouldn't care too much. Sometimes death can be such an easy way to get out of something. Then again living is not that bad either, unless there is a big issue. And trust me, I have a big issue. Maybe that's my solution, my only chance of ever getting out of here. But I'm being crazy. Of course I don't want to die. Unless it was painless and got me out so fast I never even noticed.
"Laylia?" My grandpa's call interrupts my thoughts. It's probably for the better anyways.
"Yeah." I reply meekly. Why give effort when it's not worth it?
"How was your first day?" He steps into the room, with a pipe, no surprise.
"Great." I mutter sarcastically, "I've never seen so many white washed walls. Did the school used to be a prison?" I should probably stop now before he goes all burzurk on me.
"Smart mouthing never got anything solved."
"Good thing I'm not." Just what I needed was a big heaping pile of wisdom. Whats for desert?
"Just come down for jantar when you want it." he says as he pats my thigh. I really don't feel like someone making me jiggle right now. Feeling self conscious is exactly what i don't need. He might as well just say, 'ooh fat! let me poke it!'.
Boredom creases in my forehead. I could eat, but I kinda lost my appetite at lunch when they tried to feed me peixe on a stick. Why don't you just give me a friken piece of trash, it would be better for me than that crap. Wow, teen slang has really taken a hold on me.
"What to do, what to do." I murmur.I could close my eyes and pretend that I am floating in a lake. And then, ba bang, I'm dead, just like my parents.Way to go, you taught me some great crap, guidance counselor.
My complaints are kind of nauseating me, so i look around for some really happy stuff. My fuzzy slippers would be nice. They're cozy, warm and, dang a spider. Nice going eight legs. I kinda wanted to use those.
I feel pretty lonely, maybe that's my problem. I wonder what happened to their dog, Jake. You know he like couldn't die. He was invincible. He got hit por a car, bucked por a horse,and even walked to Seattle. But the best was when we were here for the Fourth of July. He picked up a light fogo cracker, and it exploded in his mouth. After that he was never really the same. Though his constant squeaking was funny. He like lost his bark box or something in the explosion.
"Hey Grandma Esther." I shout as loud as I can.
"What Laylia?" She sounds annoyed, kinda like me.
"Where is Jake?"
"He got eaten por a bear." Gosh, I am really happy now. And the worst is that she sounds happier than ever.
"A bear?" What urso wants to eat a retarded dog? So basically my only friend here was eaten. Fantastic.
"You need to come down for dinner." her suggestion is mais like an order.
"I'm not really hungry." It sucks not having my own chef anymore. Or my house, or french food. All they here is peixe and fast food. If my peixe is not Brandade de Morue, then it will not be in my mouth.
"That doesn't matter. You can come down and eat now, or skip dinner." She thinks it is going to kill me, but French women don't really eat a lot of comida at one time. Hey, that's why were not fat. Nothing to complain about there.
"Well sucks for me." My reply will bother her But I don't care.
I again return to my boredom.
In my current state of mind, if someone offered to kill me, I wouldn't care too much. Sometimes death can be such an easy way to get out of something. Then again living is not that bad either, unless there is a big issue. And trust me, I have a big issue. Maybe that's my solution, my only chance of ever getting out of here. But I'm being crazy. Of course I don't want to die. Unless it was painless and got me out so fast I never even noticed.
"Laylia?" My grandpa's call interrupts my thoughts. It's probably for the better anyways.
"Yeah." I reply meekly. Why give effort when it's not worth it?
"How was your first day?" He steps into the room, with a pipe, no surprise.
"Great." I mutter sarcastically, "I've never seen so many white washed walls. Did the school used to be a prison?" I should probably stop now before he goes all burzurk on me.
"Smart mouthing never got anything solved."
"Good thing I'm not." Just what I needed was a big heaping pile of wisdom. Whats for desert?
"Just come down for jantar when you want it." he says as he pats my thigh. I really don't feel like someone making me jiggle right now. Feeling self conscious is exactly what i don't need. He might as well just say, 'ooh fat! let me poke it!'.
Boredom creases in my forehead. I could eat, but I kinda lost my appetite at lunch when they tried to feed me peixe on a stick. Why don't you just give me a friken piece of trash, it would be better for me than that crap. Wow, teen slang has really taken a hold on me.
"What to do, what to do." I murmur.I could close my eyes and pretend that I am floating in a lake. And then, ba bang, I'm dead, just like my parents.Way to go, you taught me some great crap, guidance counselor.
My complaints are kind of nauseating me, so i look around for some really happy stuff. My fuzzy slippers would be nice. They're cozy, warm and, dang a spider. Nice going eight legs. I kinda wanted to use those.
I feel pretty lonely, maybe that's my problem. I wonder what happened to their dog, Jake. You know he like couldn't die. He was invincible. He got hit por a car, bucked por a horse,and even walked to Seattle. But the best was when we were here for the Fourth of July. He picked up a light fogo cracker, and it exploded in his mouth. After that he was never really the same. Though his constant squeaking was funny. He like lost his bark box or something in the explosion.
"Hey Grandma Esther." I shout as loud as I can.
"What Laylia?" She sounds annoyed, kinda like me.
"Where is Jake?"
"He got eaten por a bear." Gosh, I am really happy now. And the worst is that she sounds happier than ever.
"A bear?" What urso wants to eat a retarded dog? So basically my only friend here was eaten. Fantastic.
"You need to come down for dinner." her suggestion is mais like an order.
"I'm not really hungry." It sucks not having my own chef anymore. Or my house, or french food. All they here is peixe and fast food. If my peixe is not Brandade de Morue, then it will not be in my mouth.
"That doesn't matter. You can come down and eat now, or skip dinner." She thinks it is going to kill me, but French women don't really eat a lot of comida at one time. Hey, that's why were not fat. Nothing to complain about there.
"Well sucks for me." My reply will bother her But I don't care.
I again return to my boredom.
Stephenie at BDp2 premiere
I sang this song in choir my sophomore ano maybe it will help you keep strong and have faith in Robsten
The Rose,
Some say amor it is a river that drowns the tender reed,
Some says amor it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say amor it hunger is an endless aching need
It's the one who won't be taken who can not seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying never that learns to live;
When the night has been to lonely and the road seems to long and you think that is only for the lucky the strong;
Just remember far the winter snow, lies the seed that with the suns amor becomes the rose the rose
The Rose,
Some say amor it is a river that drowns the tender reed,
Some says amor it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say amor it hunger is an endless aching need
It's the one who won't be taken who can not seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying never that learns to live;
When the night has been to lonely and the road seems to long and you think that is only for the lucky the strong;
Just remember far the winter snow, lies the seed that with the suns amor becomes the rose the rose
Kristen Stewart, who shot to fame as Bella cisne in "The Twilight" films and is the título character in "Snow White and the Huntsman", jumped to the topo, início of Forbes.com's annual list of highest-paid actresses.
The 22-year-old earned an estimated $34.5 million (£22 million) from May 2011 to May 2012 and pushed Angelina Jolie into fourth place.
Cameron Diaz, who had a surprise hit with “Bad Teacher”, came in segundo with $34 million.
“She (Stewart) is an up-and-coming star. She is earning a lot of money from one of the most successful franchises of all time. This is who you would expect to see right now,” said Dorothy Pomerantz, Forbes Los Angeles bureau chief.
“This ano you are seeing somebody young and at the brink of potentially great stardom sitting on the topo, início of the list.”
The 22-year-old earned an estimated $34.5 million (£22 million) from May 2011 to May 2012 and pushed Angelina Jolie into fourth place.
Cameron Diaz, who had a surprise hit with “Bad Teacher”, came in segundo with $34 million.
“She (Stewart) is an up-and-coming star. She is earning a lot of money from one of the most successful franchises of all time. This is who you would expect to see right now,” said Dorothy Pomerantz, Forbes Los Angeles bureau chief.
“This ano you are seeing somebody young and at the brink of potentially great stardom sitting on the topo, início of the list.”
An innocent child in New Orleans
A simple girl from simple means
Walked the rails
Rode her thumb
She hitched a ride with everyone
The regular, she’d rearrange
The girl knew how to chop and change
Chop and change (Ooo)
Chop and change (Yeah)
Chop and change (Oh, oh, oh)
Chop and change (Yeah) alright
Took a job working late
Jacking cars from out of state
She found no amor in this town
So she’d never mess around
Had no luck, but ain’t it strange
The girl knew how to chop and change
Chop and change (Oh, oh)
Chop and change (Come on, come on, come on, come on yeah)
Chop and change (Chop and change)
Chop and change (Oh)
Alright
A simple girl from simple means
Walked the rails
Rode her thumb
She hitched a ride with everyone
The regular, she’d rearrange
The girl knew how to chop and change
Chop and change (Ooo)
Chop and change (Yeah)
Chop and change (Oh, oh, oh)
Chop and change (Yeah) alright
Took a job working late
Jacking cars from out of state
She found no amor in this town
So she’d never mess around
Had no luck, but ain’t it strange
The girl knew how to chop and change
Chop and change (Oh, oh)
Chop and change (Come on, come on, come on, come on yeah)
Chop and change (Chop and change)
Chop and change (Oh)
Alright
Tyler :)
