Elizabeth:
I looked into the sky. Shooting bituin were flying across it.Then i saw a boy to my left. He was Watching the stars.
Kyle: As i was watching the stars with cartman, Kenny, and Stan, i saw a girl.She was the same age but boy was she Beautiful. She had long silky reddish blackish hair flying down her shoulder.Her eyes were magnificent. They were a Shinning Blood red.Her smile was Sweet. Her Black panglamig was a little 2 big. She also had Jeans on. I walked over to her."hi my name is Kyle! You new here?".She looked at me and smiled and when she spoke it was like honey flowing from a jar. "yeah i am". she shyly said."My names Lizabeth".i took lizzie sa pamamagitan ng the hand and led her to the guys. "guys this is Lizabeth. shes new here!" Stan looked at her and sinabi "im stan". "Im kenny." "The names cartman Bitch. what u doing with that stupid jew?"......
I looked into the sky. Shooting bituin were flying across it.Then i saw a boy to my left. He was Watching the stars.
Kyle: As i was watching the stars with cartman, Kenny, and Stan, i saw a girl.She was the same age but boy was she Beautiful. She had long silky reddish blackish hair flying down her shoulder.Her eyes were magnificent. They were a Shinning Blood red.Her smile was Sweet. Her Black panglamig was a little 2 big. She also had Jeans on. I walked over to her."hi my name is Kyle! You new here?".She looked at me and smiled and when she spoke it was like honey flowing from a jar. "yeah i am". she shyly said."My names Lizabeth".i took lizzie sa pamamagitan ng the hand and led her to the guys. "guys this is Lizabeth. shes new here!" Stan looked at her and sinabi "im stan". "Im kenny." "The names cartman Bitch. what u doing with that stupid jew?"......
The susunod morning, I woke up at 7:30 AM. I put on an kahel blusa and dark green pants, in honor of the boy in my dream. I didn't bother to do anything with my hair, because it's so crazy and curly that I can't do anything with it. I look like Shirley Temple having a bad hair day.I walked down the stairs to see my dad at the dining room table, pagbaba the newspaper. He looks nothing like me, except for the green eyes. He had straight brown hair,and a purple yalmuka
"there's my red-haired bundle of joy!'' he exclaimed as I walk down the stairs.
I appreciate his dad-ness, but I'm far from his bundle of joy. I'm not the popular cheerleader that every dad expects out of their daughter. All I do is listen to pop punk while I write poems and stories about sorrow and draw demons and dragons. I walked out the door without saying a word to him. bus stop bound, I guess.
"there's my red-haired bundle of joy!'' he exclaimed as I walk down the stairs.
I appreciate his dad-ness, but I'm far from his bundle of joy. I'm not the popular cheerleader that every dad expects out of their daughter. All I do is listen to pop punk while I write poems and stories about sorrow and draw demons and dragons. I walked out the door without saying a word to him. bus stop bound, I guess.