Chapter One: Salvador
Silver Monroe skipped up the stone steps to Westover High School. Silver could have easily gotten almost any boy she wanted; only she had yet to find the one meant for her. She walked swiftly down the long hallways to her first class; math.
After about ten मिनटों the boy sitting behind her raised his hand, asking for water. Silver had been in mostly the same classes as him almost the entire साल and she had never heard him talk before. She had never really even noticed him before. He had long, blonde hair that was almost white and black eyes. The teacher, Mrs. Taylor dismissed him and they continued with their lesson. Silver didn't see him again until English. Silver usually tried not to sit in the back of the class, yet today she sat अगला to the boy. She wanted to know his name.
Once the teacher began to teach, Silver began लेखन something down on a scrap of paper.
'Silver, what are आप writing?' she asked. 'Would आप like to share it with the class?'
'I apologize, Mrs. Hodges,' कहा Silver. 'I was only taking notes as to help me remember the lesson.'
'It's alright, Silver,' कहा Mrs. Hodges, 'but could आप take notes when classes are over?'
'Of course,' कहा Silver, as she thought; that is just fine. I have finished writing, therefore, it does not matter if I must write no more.
As Silver glanced at the boy, she thought she saw him watching her as he wrote something on a scrap of paper. He had the paper slightly in his lap, Silver realized. No one would notice him writing.
I was very much so obvious as I had written upon my notebook paper, thought Silver. I could not ever think of to be secretive as I was writing.
The boy reached over, letting the slip of paper brush her arm, and placed it in her desk.
After school Silver took out the note and opened it. It read; You draw much attention to yourself, I would not act quite so ostentatious if I were put into your situation.
Somehow getting a note from a boy like him made me feel exited. Like as if I were someone special...
Silver Monroe skipped up the stone steps to Westover High School. Silver could have easily gotten almost any boy she wanted; only she had yet to find the one meant for her. She walked swiftly down the long hallways to her first class; math.
After about ten मिनटों the boy sitting behind her raised his hand, asking for water. Silver had been in mostly the same classes as him almost the entire साल and she had never heard him talk before. She had never really even noticed him before. He had long, blonde hair that was almost white and black eyes. The teacher, Mrs. Taylor dismissed him and they continued with their lesson. Silver didn't see him again until English. Silver usually tried not to sit in the back of the class, yet today she sat अगला to the boy. She wanted to know his name.
Once the teacher began to teach, Silver began लेखन something down on a scrap of paper.
'Silver, what are आप writing?' she asked. 'Would आप like to share it with the class?'
'I apologize, Mrs. Hodges,' कहा Silver. 'I was only taking notes as to help me remember the lesson.'
'It's alright, Silver,' कहा Mrs. Hodges, 'but could आप take notes when classes are over?'
'Of course,' कहा Silver, as she thought; that is just fine. I have finished writing, therefore, it does not matter if I must write no more.
As Silver glanced at the boy, she thought she saw him watching her as he wrote something on a scrap of paper. He had the paper slightly in his lap, Silver realized. No one would notice him writing.
I was very much so obvious as I had written upon my notebook paper, thought Silver. I could not ever think of to be secretive as I was writing.
The boy reached over, letting the slip of paper brush her arm, and placed it in her desk.
After school Silver took out the note and opened it. It read; You draw much attention to yourself, I would not act quite so ostentatious if I were put into your situation.
Somehow getting a note from a boy like him made me feel exited. Like as if I were someone special...
Something Beautiful
I was in a restless mood.
I tried to read and ended up with पुस्तकें scattered all over the floor.
I tried listening to संगीत but all the words sounded out of tune.
I tried to write but ended up staring at a blank page for ten minutes.
So I decided to create something beautiful.
I wrote a song, drew a picture, and made a frame for it.
I took a photo, made a vase, and arranged some flowers.
I drew a tattoo on my hand, made a tower out of everything, climbed on my roof and did a dance.
But no matter how hard I try the most beautiful thing I ever created will always be you.
I was in a restless mood.
I tried to read and ended up with पुस्तकें scattered all over the floor.
I tried listening to संगीत but all the words sounded out of tune.
I tried to write but ended up staring at a blank page for ten minutes.
So I decided to create something beautiful.
I wrote a song, drew a picture, and made a frame for it.
I took a photo, made a vase, and arranged some flowers.
I drew a tattoo on my hand, made a tower out of everything, climbed on my roof and did a dance.
But no matter how hard I try the most beautiful thing I ever created will always be you.
It's best if आप say your opinion
Xbox 360 या ps3? (Xbox)
Twilight या Harry Potter? (duh Harry Potter)
Is metal good music? (Of course it is!)
What do आप think of Justin Beiber? या One Direction? or... um... The Jonas Brothers? (They all suck)
निनटेंडो या Sega? (Niiiinnteendooo)
Should gays have rights? (NEVER!)
Should cannabis be legalized? (No Doubt)
Should America have better gun control? (yes)
Should जानवर have rights? (yep)
Halo या COD? (Halo)
Is pokemon childish? (no)
फेसबुक या twitter? (Facebook)
AND NOW THE ULTIMATE WAY TO START ARGUMENTS ONLINE:
तारा, स्टार wars या trek which is better? (STAR WARS!)
Xbox 360 या ps3? (Xbox)
Twilight या Harry Potter? (duh Harry Potter)
Is metal good music? (Of course it is!)
What do आप think of Justin Beiber? या One Direction? or... um... The Jonas Brothers? (They all suck)
निनटेंडो या Sega? (Niiiinnteendooo)
Should gays have rights? (NEVER!)
Should cannabis be legalized? (No Doubt)
Should America have better gun control? (yes)
Should जानवर have rights? (yep)
Halo या COD? (Halo)
Is pokemon childish? (no)
फेसबुक या twitter? (Facebook)
AND NOW THE ULTIMATE WAY TO START ARGUMENTS ONLINE:
तारा, स्टार wars या trek which is better? (STAR WARS!)
My fuckin Little टट्टू be a funky-ass brand of plastic ponies produced since 1983 द्वारा tha toy manufacturer Hasbro. Marketed primarily ta hoes, tha ponies feature colorful bodies n' manes n' a unique symbol on one and both sidez of they flanks, referred ta up in tha two most हाल का generations as "cutie marks". My fuckin lil टट्टू was again revamped up in tha mid-2000z wit freshly smoked up n' mo' modern looks ta appeal ta a whole freshly smoked up market.
Followin tha original gangsta My fuckin Pretty टट्टू toy, introduced up in 1981, My fuckin Little टट्टू was launched up in 1983 n' tha line became ghettofab durin tha 1980s. Da original gangsta toy line ran from 1983 ta 1995 (1992 up in tha US), n' inspired animated specials, a animated feature length film n' three animated televizzle series.
Da toy line had a lata release up in Japan, द्वारा Takara up in tha '80s durin Generation 1, n' द्वारा Takara Tomy up in 2006 fo' a period of time.
Followin tha original gangsta My fuckin Pretty टट्टू toy, introduced up in 1981, My fuckin Little टट्टू was launched up in 1983 n' tha line became ghettofab durin tha 1980s. Da original gangsta toy line ran from 1983 ta 1995 (1992 up in tha US), n' inspired animated specials, a animated feature length film n' three animated televizzle series.
Da toy line had a lata release up in Japan, द्वारा Takara up in tha '80s durin Generation 1, n' द्वारा Takara Tomy up in 2006 fo' a period of time.
A blinding flash of white light
Lit up the sky over Gaza tonight
People running for cover
Not knowing whether they're dead या alive
They came with their tanks and their planes
With ravaging fiery flames
And nothing remains
Just a voice rising up in the smoky haze
We will not go down
In the night, without a fight
आप can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools
But our spirit will never die
We will not go down
In Gaza tonight
Women and children alike
Murdered and massacred night after night
While the so-called leaders of countries afar
Debated on who's wrong या right
But their powerless words were in vain
And the bombs fell down like acid rain
But through the tears and the blood and the pain
आप can still hear that voice through the smoky haze
We will not go down
In the night, without a fight
आप can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools
But our spirit will never die
We will not go down
In Gaza tonight
Lit up the sky over Gaza tonight
People running for cover
Not knowing whether they're dead या alive
They came with their tanks and their planes
With ravaging fiery flames
And nothing remains
Just a voice rising up in the smoky haze
We will not go down
In the night, without a fight
आप can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools
But our spirit will never die
We will not go down
In Gaza tonight
Women and children alike
Murdered and massacred night after night
While the so-called leaders of countries afar
Debated on who's wrong या right
But their powerless words were in vain
And the bombs fell down like acid rain
But through the tears and the blood and the pain
आप can still hear that voice through the smoky haze
We will not go down
In the night, without a fight
आप can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools
But our spirit will never die
We will not go down
In Gaza tonight