After a week or so, I began to suspect that something was up with the girl on the bus. Her eyes sometimes changed color, and she would stare off into space. I had caught her mumuring to herself a few times as well.
And yet--even though I knew this girl was probably at least a little unstable--something about her just seemed so...attractive. Luring, almost. Like even if I tried, I couldn't help staring at her or thinking about her. She was imprinted onto my brain, like a light will imprint on your eyes if you stare at ut too long.
I figured out from a classmate that her name was Skyla. Beautiful name. After that, I found myself repeating it over and over. I liked the way the Y, L, and A glided over my tongue when they were put together. I liked the sharp sound of the K and the gentle hiss of the S.
I know, I sound completely sappy. But I was a goner. Still am, to tell the truth.
Even though I felt attracted to her, however, I just couldn't gather the courage to go up and talk to her. She seemed almost dwarfing, so confident and beautiful. I just couldn't make myself walk up to her and introduce myself.
But as the fates would have it, eventually I had to.
It happened on the dia of the football game at school. I was there because I like to pretend that I know how to play. I don't why Skyla was there. Perhaps it was the fates again. I'll never know.
But she was there, and as I was heading away from the bleachers, I happened to catch a glimpse of something moving out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head. Seeing nothing, I was about to turn back when 'wham!' I slammed into someone and toppled progressivo, para a frente onto them.
I quickly scrambled off when I saw who it was: Skyla.
"Uh... I-I...uh, sorry," I stammered.
"It's okay." She got to her feet. I saw that her elbow was bleeding.
"You're hurt," I said.
She shrugged. "It's fine. Just a scrape." I could tell that she was just putting on a Valente face.
"Ya want me to walk you to the nurse?" I offered.
She smiled. "Yeah. That'd be nice."
And yet--even though I knew this girl was probably at least a little unstable--something about her just seemed so...attractive. Luring, almost. Like even if I tried, I couldn't help staring at her or thinking about her. She was imprinted onto my brain, like a light will imprint on your eyes if you stare at ut too long.
I figured out from a classmate that her name was Skyla. Beautiful name. After that, I found myself repeating it over and over. I liked the way the Y, L, and A glided over my tongue when they were put together. I liked the sharp sound of the K and the gentle hiss of the S.
I know, I sound completely sappy. But I was a goner. Still am, to tell the truth.
Even though I felt attracted to her, however, I just couldn't gather the courage to go up and talk to her. She seemed almost dwarfing, so confident and beautiful. I just couldn't make myself walk up to her and introduce myself.
But as the fates would have it, eventually I had to.
It happened on the dia of the football game at school. I was there because I like to pretend that I know how to play. I don't why Skyla was there. Perhaps it was the fates again. I'll never know.
But she was there, and as I was heading away from the bleachers, I happened to catch a glimpse of something moving out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head. Seeing nothing, I was about to turn back when 'wham!' I slammed into someone and toppled progressivo, para a frente onto them.
I quickly scrambled off when I saw who it was: Skyla.
"Uh... I-I...uh, sorry," I stammered.
"It's okay." She got to her feet. I saw that her elbow was bleeding.
"You're hurt," I said.
She shrugged. "It's fine. Just a scrape." I could tell that she was just putting on a Valente face.
"Ya want me to walk you to the nurse?" I offered.
She smiled. "Yeah. That'd be nice."
You sit there and call me names
But you never try to get to know me.
You make fun of me 'cause I'm different.
I have white skin,
Dirty blond hair,
Plain brown eyes,
And a slight southern drawl.
But that don't mean
That I don't have feelings
I hurt just like you do
And even bleed.
So, why all the mean names?
Why do you treat me
Like something so wrongly different?
Why can't I be one of you?
I never treated you wrong,
So why do you hurt me this way?
Did i insult you in some way?
Say the wrong thing.
'Cause you treat me as unwanted
But I know I'm not.
So, why do you treat me like your enemy?
I did nothing to hurt you.
So why?
Why do you do it?
But you never try to get to know me.
You make fun of me 'cause I'm different.
I have white skin,
Dirty blond hair,
Plain brown eyes,
And a slight southern drawl.
But that don't mean
That I don't have feelings
I hurt just like you do
And even bleed.
So, why all the mean names?
Why do you treat me
Like something so wrongly different?
Why can't I be one of you?
I never treated you wrong,
So why do you hurt me this way?
Did i insult you in some way?
Say the wrong thing.
'Cause you treat me as unwanted
But I know I'm not.
So, why do you treat me like your enemy?
I did nothing to hurt you.
So why?
Why do you do it?
He leads me
in the paths that are right
You are my friend
I have courage,
for your help is there
You are close beside me with comfort,
you are guiding my way
You make me welcome,
Pouring down honor
This joy fills me with gladness
Your goodness always is with me
Your loving kindness strengthens me always
as I go through life.
They are pouring down honor
For your achievements
It fills me with pride
At your success
You are mais than deserving
Of such attention
I am so happy for you
And am proud to know you and call you friend.
in the paths that are right
You are my friend
I have courage,
for your help is there
You are close beside me with comfort,
you are guiding my way
You make me welcome,
Pouring down honor
This joy fills me with gladness
Your goodness always is with me
Your loving kindness strengthens me always
as I go through life.
They are pouring down honor
For your achievements
It fills me with pride
At your success
You are mais than deserving
Of such attention
I am so happy for you
And am proud to know you and call you friend.
How men first learnt to invent words is unknown;in other words,the origin of language is a mystery.All we really know is that men,unlike animals,somehow invented certain sounds to express thoughts and feelings,actions and things so that they could communicate with each other;and that later they agreed to certain signs,called letters,which could be combined to represent those sounds,and which could be written down.These sounds,if spoken or written in letters,are called words.
Great writers are those who not only have great thoughts but also express these thoughts in words that appeal powerfully to our minds and emotions.This charming and telling use of words is what we call literary prose.Above all,the real poet is a master of words.He can convey his meaning in words which sing like music,and which por their position and association can break men to tears.We should,therefore,learn to choose our words carefully,or they will make our speech silly and vulgar.
Great writers are those who not only have great thoughts but also express these thoughts in words that appeal powerfully to our minds and emotions.This charming and telling use of words is what we call literary prose.Above all,the real poet is a master of words.He can convey his meaning in words which sing like music,and which por their position and association can break men to tears.We should,therefore,learn to choose our words carefully,or they will make our speech silly and vulgar.