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I opened my bedroom window to let in an evening brezee. All of the trees have been bare for a while, exposing the cloudless sky. Letting out a sight i rested my head on my hand and leaned out letting the wind whip across my face. Today is the very last दिन of winter break,then its back to school till spring. May as well enjoy it. "ARTIE JONES, GET DOWN HERE RIGHT THIS सेकंड I WOULD LIKE TO HAVE A WORD WITH YOU!" My mom yelled vioentley from down stairs. Sluggishly I stood up and walked out of my room. "Mom my name is amy." I कहा walking down the steps. She just glared at me. " आप can change your name when your 18, but thats not the problem we need to disscus." she कहा holding up a thin piece of folded white paper. I could feel every ounce of color drain from my face as we stood in silence.
"An F In Math? Artie How Could आप Do This To Me!?" she snapped
"Why were आप going through my stuff anyway!" i snapped back moving passed her.
"Because im your mother and im allowed to do that!" she कहा following me
"Whatever!" i कहा storming off toward the garage.
"We are not done disscussing this missy, आप better bring that grade up or-" i slamed the door not wanting to hear anymore.
Quickly I laced my कॉनवर्स on and walked to the end of me drive way.
I stared at my back yard. My प्रिय view. The creek sparkling from the lingering sunlight, The big willow पेड़ swaying its branches in the harsh wind, the overgrown घास my mom never wants to cut. Simply beautifull. I skipped down the पहाड़ी, हिल and stoped in front of my willow tree, I layed down in a patch of clovers. I stared at the radient pinks and purples overflowing the sky, i watched the tints of नारंगी, ऑरेंज and yellow fade out.
"Happy Birthday Amy." A vocie कहा behinde me.
"huh?" I blurted out as a small box dropped on my chest. Dumbfounded i turned around and stood up.
A tall dark haired boy stood there grinning..well i just call him leslie.
"Leslie!!" I almost yelled as i scrambled quickly to my feet.
"Happy Birthday" He कहा repeated
"You Too!" I कहा cheerfully.
Leslie and i have known each other for about 6 years now. We met द्वारा our parents work and ever since we have been pretty good friends,well i think so atleast.
I reached into my pocket and prayed his present was still in there."A-Ha" I कहा and pulled out a camera with a bright red bow on it.
"Here, ya go" I कहा handing him the camera.
"No way! Thanks so much!" He exclaimed
"Im just glad आप like it" I कहा relevied
"Now your gift" He कहा taking the bow off the camera.
I looked at the tiny velvet box in my hand.
"Go on open it .... its not gonna explode" He कहा encouragingly.
I opened it to find a small crystal heart.
"Wow... Its beautifull" I कहा holding it up to the remaning sunlight. It Reflected the light in a way so that inside the दिल was a plethora of colors.
"Do आप like it?" He asked unsure
"Yes, of course, i प्यार it!" I कहा hugging him
"Its another charm for your braclet" He कहा as i let him go.
"Leslie!! Amy!! Its dinner!" My mom yelled out the window.
I let out a sigh and looked from the window to leslie.
"I'll race ya." He कहा playfully
"Go!" I shouted clutching the crystal दिल in my hand as i ran.
Leslie caught up pretty fast and passes me with ease.
I started picking up speed as we raced to the चोटी, शीर्ष of the hill.
The wind blew my hair around my face annoyingly.
I finaly reached the drive way and leslie was waiting there.
"what took आप so long?" he asked not even out of breath.
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This is my take on love,it came to me about two years ago,then it was just a phrase,i came up with the poem later on.:)I hope आप like it,please Review it.Critisism is welcome-but no Flames pls.thanks bye!


Love Is A Tortured Soul

Love is a tortured soul.
Drenched in the bearing of it’s kind, and the lost.
For it gets लॉस्ट quite easily; it’s naïve and foolish-desperate.
Love is a tortured soul.
It’s always there, waiting for आप to find it in it’s dark dim home, longing for another of it’s kind to relate and confide to.
They come sometimes, या so it thinks.
It’s always being teased by...
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Last summer I went to Los Angeles to stay with my cousin for a few weeks.One afternoon we were having lunch in a nice restaurant in the centre of the town when my cousin got a call on her mobile phone and went outside to talk.While she was speaking to her friend,I suddenly noticed a man in a black hat who was sitting at the अगला table.It was the actor Johnny Depp!He was alone,and I decided to take my chance.So I got up and went to his table:'Excuse me,could I have my चित्र taken with you?'I asked.He कहा yes,so I stopped a waitress who was passing द्वारा and gave her my camera.She took the चित्र of me and Johnny,I thanked them both,and then I returned to my table.When my cousin came back,I smiled.'Why are आप looking so pleased with yourself?'she asked.
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I work for a magazine,which was doing an लेख about British language learners.As an experiment,they asked me to learn a completely new language for one month.Then I had to go to the country and do some"tests"to see if I could"survive"in different situations.I decided to learn Polish because my great-grandmother was Polish and I have some relatives there.I can already speak French and Spanish quite well but Polish isn't a latin-based language so I knew it would be completely different.

I did a one-month intensive course at a language school in Birmingham.I thought I was good at languages before...
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आप held up your कद्दू spice finger,

With a playful wink,

Your sweetness saved me several times,

When I was on the brink,

The warmth within your spritely smile,

Allowed me to be real,

Your cinnamon and sugar hugs

They taught me how to feel.

I'd run down to the coffee shop,

So I could see your face.

You've seen me at my happiest,

You've seen me in disgrace.

And though you're always beaming,

Still I feel the need to say,

It's okay if आप have some days,

Where your spice fades away.
They unexpectedly hugged for a short while.
“Wait, आप know each other?” asked shocked Marlene.
“Yes” कहा Skipper “But, I thought आप were... died, on mission: stop Blowhole.
“Most of us, yes, but only I and few other alive”
“Wait” कहा Kowalski shook of the shock “That was mission, from which आप got a letter that everybody died?”
“Yes” only this word Skipper could say “How did आप survive?”
“I don’t know, maybe because we were stronger than the others. That was hard mission and we all had to die for success of mission. We had to blow up Blowhole’s lab, but we...
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"Catherine's POV"

Now I know we have a change... Now I now we can fight... Fight for our love, fight for our life, fight for each other... We are no longer two प्रेमी drawn apart, we are two प्रेमी fighting for their love...
See the light in the end of the tunnel? It's me guiding...
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    I was hyperventilating as my एंजल walked past me on to his first class. He walked into the door of Mr. Emmi’s class, which was also my first class. I learned that my एंन्जल्स name is Stefan. His sisters names were Colleen and Carmen. His brothers, Jacob and Leo.
    His voice was heavenly. Sweet and daring. He walked to the last empty desk. It was beside me. I moved my पर्स from off the desktop and smiled at him politely. His answering smile made me hyperventilate again. I could have sworn I heard him chuckle.
    We...
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