So this is my first story that I made in quite a while. So enjoy! Feel free to give me any hints on how to make it better.
“Come on Alice! Wake up, you’re going to be late for school!” Mary, my older sister, yelled. She’s in charge of having to wake me up for school. I feel really sorry for her half the time but then again she gets to wake up earlier than me. I looked over to the door and there she still stood, her face red like a tomato. “I’m up! I’m up! Man, why do you always have to be so loud in the morning?” I whined, annoyed that she woke me up from a fabulous dream.
I guess I should introduce myself huh? My name is Alice Knight and I am a junior in high school. I’m 17 years old! My sister, Mary is turning 19 in a week. She thinks she is better than me because I happen to be in high school still. But despite her arrogance she really is a kind sister. Back in middle school I was ruthlessly bullied por a group of girls who hated me for no reason. My sister would always run to my aid no matter what.
“Alice hurry up already! You only have 10 minutos before you are late! Get up!!” I heard my sister yell again. I hurriedly get up and run into the bathroom, brushing my teeth while brushing my hair with the other hand. ‘I’m going to be late! Ugh why didn’t she wake me up sooner!?’ I think as I put on my school uniform and grab my bag. Mary is standing seguinte to the door holding a piece of torrada, brinde with manteiga on it and I rush to grab it after putting on my shoes and with a quick “See you later!” I am off to my school.
I finally see the huge blue building of the school and I start running faster after noticing the clock telling me that I only have 5 minutos to get to class. Just as I arrive into class the sino rings and thankfully my assento is the closest one to the door. “You were almost late again weren’t you, Alice?” My friend, Sarah says during lunch. “Yeah…Mary purposely wakes me up late I swear.” I mutter with my hand on my chin. I never eat during lunch, you see my family can’t afford to get me any of the comida here. Me and Mary had to either pack one or not eat at all. Not fair!
My stomach picks the worst time to grumble and I blush looking embarrassed. “Here Alice, we can share.” says Sarah while holding up her lunch. I’ve never been mais blessed than becoming friends with her. Her name is Sarah Archer. She’s the same age as me and we’ve been friends since middle school.
“I don’t want to take away your chance to eat Sarah. I’ll be fine when I get home. Honest!” I say trying my best to stop her from offering me any. As much as I would amor to eat she still needs to eat too. “Jeez you’re always so stubborn. Come on please? Just eat some of my arroz okay?” she insists. Ugh I can’t resist her when she insists like that. “Fine! I’ll eat SOME of your rice.” I need to build up my defense against her. Sarah has this way of making you listen to what she wants. Quite cunning for a sweet girl.
Soon the sino rings to dismiss us, I for one am glad. I cannot stand school. Sarah on the other hand loves it. Nothing makes her happier than discussing her favorito lessons. Seeing her smile is a joy I always amor witnessing. Now for my favorito part of the day, going início and doing absolutely nothing but playing video games.
“I’m home” I say as I step inside the house and take off my shoes. “Welcome início honey” I hear my mom say as I pass the kitchen. Yum! She’s making my favorito comida ever today. Opening the door to my bedroom I leap into my bed. ‘I’m início sweet bed!’ I think as I cuddle with my pillow. “Alice honey? Wake up, it’s time for dinner.” I hear a soft voice say as they gently shake me. Groaning I open my eyes to see mom standing above me. “Okay mom..” I get up off the cama and stretch before joining my family downstairs.
“Come on Alice! Wake up, you’re going to be late for school!” Mary, my older sister, yelled. She’s in charge of having to wake me up for school. I feel really sorry for her half the time but then again she gets to wake up earlier than me. I looked over to the door and there she still stood, her face red like a tomato. “I’m up! I’m up! Man, why do you always have to be so loud in the morning?” I whined, annoyed that she woke me up from a fabulous dream.
I guess I should introduce myself huh? My name is Alice Knight and I am a junior in high school. I’m 17 years old! My sister, Mary is turning 19 in a week. She thinks she is better than me because I happen to be in high school still. But despite her arrogance she really is a kind sister. Back in middle school I was ruthlessly bullied por a group of girls who hated me for no reason. My sister would always run to my aid no matter what.
“Alice hurry up already! You only have 10 minutos before you are late! Get up!!” I heard my sister yell again. I hurriedly get up and run into the bathroom, brushing my teeth while brushing my hair with the other hand. ‘I’m going to be late! Ugh why didn’t she wake me up sooner!?’ I think as I put on my school uniform and grab my bag. Mary is standing seguinte to the door holding a piece of torrada, brinde with manteiga on it and I rush to grab it after putting on my shoes and with a quick “See you later!” I am off to my school.
I finally see the huge blue building of the school and I start running faster after noticing the clock telling me that I only have 5 minutos to get to class. Just as I arrive into class the sino rings and thankfully my assento is the closest one to the door. “You were almost late again weren’t you, Alice?” My friend, Sarah says during lunch. “Yeah…Mary purposely wakes me up late I swear.” I mutter with my hand on my chin. I never eat during lunch, you see my family can’t afford to get me any of the comida here. Me and Mary had to either pack one or not eat at all. Not fair!
My stomach picks the worst time to grumble and I blush looking embarrassed. “Here Alice, we can share.” says Sarah while holding up her lunch. I’ve never been mais blessed than becoming friends with her. Her name is Sarah Archer. She’s the same age as me and we’ve been friends since middle school.
“I don’t want to take away your chance to eat Sarah. I’ll be fine when I get home. Honest!” I say trying my best to stop her from offering me any. As much as I would amor to eat she still needs to eat too. “Jeez you’re always so stubborn. Come on please? Just eat some of my arroz okay?” she insists. Ugh I can’t resist her when she insists like that. “Fine! I’ll eat SOME of your rice.” I need to build up my defense against her. Sarah has this way of making you listen to what she wants. Quite cunning for a sweet girl.
Soon the sino rings to dismiss us, I for one am glad. I cannot stand school. Sarah on the other hand loves it. Nothing makes her happier than discussing her favorito lessons. Seeing her smile is a joy I always amor witnessing. Now for my favorito part of the day, going início and doing absolutely nothing but playing video games.
“I’m home” I say as I step inside the house and take off my shoes. “Welcome início honey” I hear my mom say as I pass the kitchen. Yum! She’s making my favorito comida ever today. Opening the door to my bedroom I leap into my bed. ‘I’m início sweet bed!’ I think as I cuddle with my pillow. “Alice honey? Wake up, it’s time for dinner.” I hear a soft voice say as they gently shake me. Groaning I open my eyes to see mom standing above me. “Okay mom..” I get up off the cama and stretch before joining my family downstairs.
It’s the color of you
You always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid form them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our laranja book bags
Saved us from some pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two laranja crayons
When everyone else was green
Then you left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
You were in the laranja field in the sky
You always said was there.
The laranja of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though you left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone laranja in the rainbow
Without you here
I protect my own
Though I wish you were here
Now laranja is my color
A color for you bravery
A color for my survival
laranja will forever be our color
Even though death took you away
Forever laranja for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
You always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid form them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our laranja book bags
Saved us from some pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two laranja crayons
When everyone else was green
Then you left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
You were in the laranja field in the sky
You always said was there.
The laranja of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though you left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone laranja in the rainbow
Without you here
I protect my own
Though I wish you were here
Now laranja is my color
A color for you bravery
A color for my survival
laranja will forever be our color
Even though death took you away
Forever laranja for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
Your coração is sore, crippled up like paper.
Your voice is weak, barely passing por you.
Your body is tired, let it lay for tonight.
You are but you- a stranger to much.
No one cares to know you.
They do not wish to after all.
And all those times you told everything-
It was a lie, I amor you became a lie. A horrible lie not one can ever take back to you. How could they, breaking your very soul to the apple's wrinkled core? It shook and broke, just like that. Lonesome and ever so exhausted of even thinking it would be different this time around.
You're so hopeless. You probably cannot mover away from the pain, the desecration left in the path at the end. Then again, in the end it probably doesn't even matter, does it?
Once a joy, now a misery forever scared, alone.
Your voice is weak, barely passing por you.
Your body is tired, let it lay for tonight.
You are but you- a stranger to much.
No one cares to know you.
They do not wish to after all.
And all those times you told everything-
It was a lie, I amor you became a lie. A horrible lie not one can ever take back to you. How could they, breaking your very soul to the apple's wrinkled core? It shook and broke, just like that. Lonesome and ever so exhausted of even thinking it would be different this time around.
You're so hopeless. You probably cannot mover away from the pain, the desecration left in the path at the end. Then again, in the end it probably doesn't even matter, does it?
Once a joy, now a misery forever scared, alone.
I walk into
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood por me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To show them that...
Their work was useful.
To show them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to show all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood por me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To show them that...
Their work was useful.
To show them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to show all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.