“Lev, you left your book on the table.” Boris rushed over to me, handing me my English textbook. I grabbed it reluctantly, sighing. I meant to leave it there. English isn’t my strongest subject. Or Language.
“No, I meant to leave book there.” I replied, rolling my eyes and shoving the textbook into my satchel. Boris chuckled and patted my shoulder. America was such a strange country. The language was hard, the people were different, and the weather was unpredictable. At least in Russia you could understand what the people were saying, and when it was going to snow or shine. “Why they make us go to America?” I asked my best friend, who shrugged his shoulders. The government chose one school to attend an American school for an entire semester. Of course, with my luck, we were chosen. I don’t even know why they did the entire organization. Our country barely has enough money as it is, how are we able to afford a trip to America for an entire ten months?
“We get lucky? Come now, Lev. This is a good experience!” Encouraged Boris. I shrugged my shoulders this time. He was extremely excited to be in America. It was such a new place, with many things to see, especially in New York. Boris was the mais adventurous type. He loved to travel and explore.
“Hi Lev. Do you like America?” A girl walked up to us. She had long, streaming brown hair that matched my own, and reached past her elbows. Her brown eyes sparkled angel-like, and I could feel a small smile twitch at my lips.
“It is, what do you call it? ‘A nightmare?’” I responded, giving my shoulders another shrug.
“You’ll get used to it.” Lexis smiled, and then walked off. My gaze followed her as she stalked off, moving her hips. Boris punched me in the shoulder and laughed at me.
“Vy lyubov’ Leksika!*” He taunted, laughing insanely. I rolled my eyes at him. Grabbing him por the collar, I dragged him off to our seguinte class.
* “You amor Lexis!”
“No, I meant to leave book there.” I replied, rolling my eyes and shoving the textbook into my satchel. Boris chuckled and patted my shoulder. America was such a strange country. The language was hard, the people were different, and the weather was unpredictable. At least in Russia you could understand what the people were saying, and when it was going to snow or shine. “Why they make us go to America?” I asked my best friend, who shrugged his shoulders. The government chose one school to attend an American school for an entire semester. Of course, with my luck, we were chosen. I don’t even know why they did the entire organization. Our country barely has enough money as it is, how are we able to afford a trip to America for an entire ten months?
“We get lucky? Come now, Lev. This is a good experience!” Encouraged Boris. I shrugged my shoulders this time. He was extremely excited to be in America. It was such a new place, with many things to see, especially in New York. Boris was the mais adventurous type. He loved to travel and explore.
“Hi Lev. Do you like America?” A girl walked up to us. She had long, streaming brown hair that matched my own, and reached past her elbows. Her brown eyes sparkled angel-like, and I could feel a small smile twitch at my lips.
“It is, what do you call it? ‘A nightmare?’” I responded, giving my shoulders another shrug.
“You’ll get used to it.” Lexis smiled, and then walked off. My gaze followed her as she stalked off, moving her hips. Boris punched me in the shoulder and laughed at me.
“Vy lyubov’ Leksika!*” He taunted, laughing insanely. I rolled my eyes at him. Grabbing him por the collar, I dragged him off to our seguinte class.
* “You amor Lexis!”
I told someone once,
"You are alone".
The person refused to agree,
"Why?",
"What for?",
"Why should i be told I'm alone"
Those were the words most probably flowing through the fellas mind at the time,
Think of it,
Stop,
Take a deep breath,
Think again,
Who were you with the last second?,
You, yourself and you,right?,
Look around you,
Are you sure this is where you want to be?,
I look,
Right now,
And,you know what I see?,
No one.
Nada Nada person,
Well that's my own language, forget it.
There's no one there,
But I do what I do best,
Suffer in silence.
"You are alone".
The person refused to agree,
"Why?",
"What for?",
"Why should i be told I'm alone"
Those were the words most probably flowing through the fellas mind at the time,
Think of it,
Stop,
Take a deep breath,
Think again,
Who were you with the last second?,
You, yourself and you,right?,
Look around you,
Are you sure this is where you want to be?,
I look,
Right now,
And,you know what I see?,
No one.
Nada Nada person,
Well that's my own language, forget it.
There's no one there,
But I do what I do best,
Suffer in silence.
Syayuki Kimihiro,is a normal Japaneses high school girl trying to find her place and make friends,but when she was 5 she was taken from her home,she has many nightmares about this event even after 11 years,These nightmares consist of demons monsters and gargoyles.Her family says that it's normal sines she was found unconscious with no memories of this horrible event,now she has episodes where she has excruciating chest pain till she falls unconscious.Her mother being a doctor was able to make a vaccine for her but it only works for one day.Suddenly four new students appear making her episodes and nightmares worse.As if that's not bad enough now there are strange marks on her left wrist that hurt like hell.Do these new students have something to do with it and why is the leader constantly flirting with her?
Feel like falling,
but sure to stand fast.
Feel like letting go,
but afraid of the rash,
Feel like giving up,
but afraid to sleep,
Want to jump,
but afraid to of falling off way to deep.
Sometimes life takes me in weird directions,
but knowing me, its all imperfections.
Sometimes emotions nuvem every single thought,
and knowing my actions, I’m here to rot.
Forever will my mistakes continue to haunt me,
standing here, I now see.
What if things could be different seguinte time?
Would it then, take a lifetime?
but sure to stand fast.
Feel like letting go,
but afraid of the rash,
Feel like giving up,
but afraid to sleep,
Want to jump,
but afraid to of falling off way to deep.
Sometimes life takes me in weird directions,
but knowing me, its all imperfections.
Sometimes emotions nuvem every single thought,
and knowing my actions, I’m here to rot.
Forever will my mistakes continue to haunt me,
standing here, I now see.
What if things could be different seguinte time?
Would it then, take a lifetime?