Then it wasn’t my confession that gave him the big shock, Sara thought, He already knew the whole story that’s why he understood my acts.
Until now I don’t know how I dared to step in and ask your friend to introduce me to you. Though I’m not used to that, it felt so right.
“Sara” Emily called you when you were about to get into the car.
“Hi Emily, How are you?” you answered joyfully with the prettiest smile I’ve ever seen.
“Fine” she said with her bright smile.
“You haven’t introduced me to your handsome boyfriend” You said playfully and my coração beat faster than before.
“Oh yes, this is James, he’s in med school too. I met him today in Mr. Calhan class.”
“It’s a great pleasure to meet you James” You smiled enchantingly
“The pleasure is all mine” I said nervously
You were starring at me in a way that made me even mais nervous and confused. You reached your hands slowly, and you didn’t let go until a few seconds. I was looking at you the seguinte a few seconds, unaware of what you were saying to Emily.
“How about you come, James?” You said brightly
“Excuse me, come to where?”
“To my birthday party, tomorrow at seven o’clock, you have to come. I’ll write the address for you” I happily accepted the invitation.
I went back to my dirty, small flat, counting hours until the seguinte dia comes and I see you again.
Sara pushed the chair back. Yes, she does remember that day, with all it specifics. Truly she got encantada with his charm the moment she reached her hand. She confesses that she felt weird emotions when his warm hand lay in hers. She didn’t know why it happened, but she did feel it.
The idea popped to her mind the seguinte day, when she saw him setting beside a tree, organizing his books and composição literária notes on them, and when she looked at the other side, to find Matthew, standing with Rachel, his fiancée. They seemed so cute together, that Sara felt her coração beating pain instead of blood, her hands shaking, and her face turning red caused por anger. She was ready to kill Rachel that moment. Stupid blond girl! She thought. She hated Rachel mais than any other creature, with her blond hair, her green eyes, her milky skin, the pride in her eyes, her stupid laugh, everything about her, but what she hates the most is .. The fact that she’s Matthew’s fiancée. I should be standing por his side instead of that arrogant blond girl. She was shaking from head to toe, when he gave Rachel a gentle kiss on her cheek, she was about to shout but Emily interrupted that feeling to calm her down. She got back to her normal attitude; to pretend that she’s over Matthew to let everyone believes that she is, while she still loves him mais than any one.
Emily didn’t stop talking all the time, but Sara didn’t listen to any of what she’s said. She was looking at James who was setting behind Emily. Why not? She thought, He’s handsome, he looks a bit shy but I can handle him, yes this is how I get my revenge this is how I will punish Matthew.
Sara can’t understand her capability of remembering this day. She remembers everything clearly even how the idea that destroyed James went through her mind. She feels so stupid now, how she didn’t think of him and his emotions? How she didn’t think that he may truly amor her and suffer because of her? Was she that stupid? Did jealousy blind her that much? She deserves what he’s written about her, because she truly… destroyed him.
Until now I don’t know how I dared to step in and ask your friend to introduce me to you. Though I’m not used to that, it felt so right.
“Sara” Emily called you when you were about to get into the car.
“Hi Emily, How are you?” you answered joyfully with the prettiest smile I’ve ever seen.
“Fine” she said with her bright smile.
“You haven’t introduced me to your handsome boyfriend” You said playfully and my coração beat faster than before.
“Oh yes, this is James, he’s in med school too. I met him today in Mr. Calhan class.”
“It’s a great pleasure to meet you James” You smiled enchantingly
“The pleasure is all mine” I said nervously
You were starring at me in a way that made me even mais nervous and confused. You reached your hands slowly, and you didn’t let go until a few seconds. I was looking at you the seguinte a few seconds, unaware of what you were saying to Emily.
“How about you come, James?” You said brightly
“Excuse me, come to where?”
“To my birthday party, tomorrow at seven o’clock, you have to come. I’ll write the address for you” I happily accepted the invitation.
I went back to my dirty, small flat, counting hours until the seguinte dia comes and I see you again.
Sara pushed the chair back. Yes, she does remember that day, with all it specifics. Truly she got encantada with his charm the moment she reached her hand. She confesses that she felt weird emotions when his warm hand lay in hers. She didn’t know why it happened, but she did feel it.
The idea popped to her mind the seguinte day, when she saw him setting beside a tree, organizing his books and composição literária notes on them, and when she looked at the other side, to find Matthew, standing with Rachel, his fiancée. They seemed so cute together, that Sara felt her coração beating pain instead of blood, her hands shaking, and her face turning red caused por anger. She was ready to kill Rachel that moment. Stupid blond girl! She thought. She hated Rachel mais than any other creature, with her blond hair, her green eyes, her milky skin, the pride in her eyes, her stupid laugh, everything about her, but what she hates the most is .. The fact that she’s Matthew’s fiancée. I should be standing por his side instead of that arrogant blond girl. She was shaking from head to toe, when he gave Rachel a gentle kiss on her cheek, she was about to shout but Emily interrupted that feeling to calm her down. She got back to her normal attitude; to pretend that she’s over Matthew to let everyone believes that she is, while she still loves him mais than any one.
Emily didn’t stop talking all the time, but Sara didn’t listen to any of what she’s said. She was looking at James who was setting behind Emily. Why not? She thought, He’s handsome, he looks a bit shy but I can handle him, yes this is how I get my revenge this is how I will punish Matthew.
Sara can’t understand her capability of remembering this day. She remembers everything clearly even how the idea that destroyed James went through her mind. She feels so stupid now, how she didn’t think of him and his emotions? How she didn’t think that he may truly amor her and suffer because of her? Was she that stupid? Did jealousy blind her that much? She deserves what he’s written about her, because she truly… destroyed him.
1 being the best 10 the worst
These books are great for summer leitura I can honestly say that anyone that reads them will want to read them again.
10. Deacula por Bram Stoker
9. The Hobbit por Tolken
8. I'm the king of the castelo por Susan Hill
7. 1984 por George Orwell
6. The secret diary of Adrian toupeira por Sue Townsend
5. Pride and prejudice por Jane Austine
4. Jane Eyre por charlotte Bronte
3. Lord of the Flies por William Golding
2. The curious incident of the dog in the nighttime por Mark Haddon
1 Rebecca por Daphne du Maurier
These books are great for summer leitura I can honestly say that anyone that reads them will want to read them again.
10. Deacula por Bram Stoker
9. The Hobbit por Tolken
8. I'm the king of the castelo por Susan Hill
7. 1984 por George Orwell
6. The secret diary of Adrian toupeira por Sue Townsend
5. Pride and prejudice por Jane Austine
4. Jane Eyre por charlotte Bronte
3. Lord of the Flies por William Golding
2. The curious incident of the dog in the nighttime por Mark Haddon
1 Rebecca por Daphne du Maurier
Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So you need not try to remember something,
You remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that you could have.
The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.
You try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.
The good things, you try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.
Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
So you need not try to remember something,
You remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that you could have.
The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.
You try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.
The good things, you try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.
Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went por and mais pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went por and mais pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
Me and Those
Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants you to do something,
Or be something
That sometimes you don’t want to be?
They are those!
You know them!
You probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect you to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
You don’t want to take.
They are those who expect you to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
You prefer to be small and humble.
But do you think,
For the slightest second,
That they care about that?
They don’t!
They are your parents,
Your grandparents,
Your Uncles and aunts,
That since you were born,
Came up with a path for you in life.
But know this,
And say it to yourself:
They are those, they matter,
But me is I,
And I’m the main character.
