sa pamamagitan ng the time, I reached Social Services noon had come. I walked inside the one-story, brick building. I looked around the large, blue-walled room the door had revealed. I didn’t see Lucy.
A curvy, dark-toned woman come up to me. She had curly black hair, and brown eyes.
“You must be, Damien,” sinabi the woman. I nodded.
“And you are?” I knew she was a social worker, but that’s all.
“I’m Stacey, Stacey Sterns,” she said.
“You’re Lucy’s worker, right?”
“Yes, I hate that little freak. She’s a demon child,” Stacey sinabi with a disgusted look on her face.
“That’s not very fair to say,” I said. “Maybe she just doesn’t like you.”
“Every person that has been with her- teachers or foster parents- has sinabi she was terrible,” Stacey shook her head.
“No one knows how to handle her. Yesterday, when she was with me, I noticed Lucy only wants someone to listen to her,” I said.
“She’s putting on an act. Just when you are least expecting it, she’ll turn on you,” sinabi the woman.
“To each is own,” I said, and then turned as I felt arms go around my waist. I turned around, and looked down.
“Lucy! I was wondering when you would get here,” I picked her up.
“I brought my sketchbook,” she held a black covered book in her little hand.
“Good, I’ll look before you leave,” I said. Lucy nodded, instead of saying ‘okay’.
“Damien, Lucy, are you ready to get started?” Stacey asked. I turned back to her. Stacey walked to a black mesa with three chairs around it. Lucy and I sat side-by-side, Stacey opposite us. “So, what did you call this meeting for?”
“I wanted to talk about influences, and people,” I said.
“Alright,” sinabi Stacey. “Lucy, what influences you?”
“Uh…” Lucy started.
“No, no, no,” I said. “You’re doing it all wrong. That isn’t what I meant, either.”
“Then what did you mean?” Stacey asked, agitated.
“I meant, doesn’t Lucy deserve madami positive influence in her life?” I asked.
“She has it, from Mr. and Mrs. Blevins,” Stacey said.
“Positive to her, not positive to society,” I said.
“What do you want around her? That street-rat? Yeah, that’s positive. A positive ticket to jail,” Stacey snapped. I wondered whom she was talking about.
“Xander is not a street-rat, you ignorant woman!” Lucy exclaimed. Xander that was Lucy’s best friend.
“What do you call that boy, then?” Stacey sinabi intensely.
“Homeless, because his mother is a selfish bitch!” Lucy explained, angered.
“Do not use that language in here. Lower your voice,” Stacey commanded.
“Lucy will do whatever the hell she wants. You are not her parental figure,” I said, becoming pissed at the woman across from me.
“No one is, because this child is bad. No one wants her!” Stacey said.
“I want to be her mentor,” I said. I could not adopt her, Grey would have a fit. I didn’t want to listen to her complain.
“Why?” Stacey asked.
“To teach her a person like you is what poisons the world,” I sinabi my voice strong.
“Fine, you’ll see what I’m talking about. Maybe you’ll put some respect into her, and then it will rub off on you,” Stacey said.
“Lucy, or I, aren’t the ones who need it,” I took Lucy sa pamamagitan ng the hand, and walked out of Social Services.
A curvy, dark-toned woman come up to me. She had curly black hair, and brown eyes.
“You must be, Damien,” sinabi the woman. I nodded.
“And you are?” I knew she was a social worker, but that’s all.
“I’m Stacey, Stacey Sterns,” she said.
“You’re Lucy’s worker, right?”
“Yes, I hate that little freak. She’s a demon child,” Stacey sinabi with a disgusted look on her face.
“That’s not very fair to say,” I said. “Maybe she just doesn’t like you.”
“Every person that has been with her- teachers or foster parents- has sinabi she was terrible,” Stacey shook her head.
“No one knows how to handle her. Yesterday, when she was with me, I noticed Lucy only wants someone to listen to her,” I said.
“She’s putting on an act. Just when you are least expecting it, she’ll turn on you,” sinabi the woman.
“To each is own,” I said, and then turned as I felt arms go around my waist. I turned around, and looked down.
“Lucy! I was wondering when you would get here,” I picked her up.
“I brought my sketchbook,” she held a black covered book in her little hand.
“Good, I’ll look before you leave,” I said. Lucy nodded, instead of saying ‘okay’.
“Damien, Lucy, are you ready to get started?” Stacey asked. I turned back to her. Stacey walked to a black mesa with three chairs around it. Lucy and I sat side-by-side, Stacey opposite us. “So, what did you call this meeting for?”
“I wanted to talk about influences, and people,” I said.
“Alright,” sinabi Stacey. “Lucy, what influences you?”
“Uh…” Lucy started.
“No, no, no,” I said. “You’re doing it all wrong. That isn’t what I meant, either.”
“Then what did you mean?” Stacey asked, agitated.
“I meant, doesn’t Lucy deserve madami positive influence in her life?” I asked.
“She has it, from Mr. and Mrs. Blevins,” Stacey said.
“Positive to her, not positive to society,” I said.
“What do you want around her? That street-rat? Yeah, that’s positive. A positive ticket to jail,” Stacey snapped. I wondered whom she was talking about.
“Xander is not a street-rat, you ignorant woman!” Lucy exclaimed. Xander that was Lucy’s best friend.
“What do you call that boy, then?” Stacey sinabi intensely.
“Homeless, because his mother is a selfish bitch!” Lucy explained, angered.
“Do not use that language in here. Lower your voice,” Stacey commanded.
“Lucy will do whatever the hell she wants. You are not her parental figure,” I said, becoming pissed at the woman across from me.
“No one is, because this child is bad. No one wants her!” Stacey said.
“I want to be her mentor,” I said. I could not adopt her, Grey would have a fit. I didn’t want to listen to her complain.
“Why?” Stacey asked.
“To teach her a person like you is what poisons the world,” I sinabi my voice strong.
“Fine, you’ll see what I’m talking about. Maybe you’ll put some respect into her, and then it will rub off on you,” Stacey said.
“Lucy, or I, aren’t the ones who need it,” I took Lucy sa pamamagitan ng the hand, and walked out of Social Services.
I make mistakes
I mess up
but it was nevr enough
I no longer cry for you
no madami pain
that means I will no longer stand it
you took my puso and ran it strait into the planet
now I'm taking control of this relationship
command it
that means I no longer die for
no longer cry for you
no madami pain
but you always win
as th blood trickles down my arm
I wisper you name into the dark
Cierra
the pain I went through for you
no longer
is anyone out there
feels like I'm talking o myslelf
feels like I'm going insane
feels crazy
guess I keep talking to myself
why in the world do I feel so alone
nobody but me
I'm on my own
is there anyone out there
that feels just what I feel
guess it's just me.
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just to let you know.I'm no sewisidle or crazy.just a kid who's been through alot and has grown up faster
I mess up
but it was nevr enough
I no longer cry for you
no madami pain
that means I will no longer stand it
you took my puso and ran it strait into the planet
now I'm taking control of this relationship
command it
that means I no longer die for
no longer cry for you
no madami pain
but you always win
as th blood trickles down my arm
I wisper you name into the dark
Cierra
the pain I went through for you
no longer
is anyone out there
feels like I'm talking o myslelf
feels like I'm going insane
feels crazy
guess I keep talking to myself
why in the world do I feel so alone
nobody but me
I'm on my own
is there anyone out there
that feels just what I feel
guess it's just me.
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just to let you know.I'm no sewisidle or crazy.just a kid who's been through alot and has grown up faster
Pride is a belief in myself (or someone else) that within me is something no one else has just like me. Pride can be a wonderful thing. My coaches are proud of me when I execute a ilipat perfectly. I am proud of my efforts when I get the right answer to a test question. However, pride can have a negative connotation. If I am prideful of my pag-awit talent or of my sports accomplishments, then I am not feeling the right kind of pride. Yes, I can be pleased with my abilities; but when I let it go to my head, then I am full of pride, just like Odysseus often was. sa pamamagitan ng believing that I am the only person with that talent, I inflate my ego. I believe myself to be “the best of the best,” and this can damage my relationships with others. They would not want my company if the only things I spoke of were my own accomplishments.
Meghan ran to the bus stop, where she saw Pompika. Thankfully Pompika looked at her politely and sinabi “You know I saw Reg but ya know, how she’s jus’ across the street, she seems a lil’ mad!” Meghan thought for a segundo and thought ‘why lose Pompika?’ and said, “Geez I don’t know?” Now she wished she had told the truth, instead of lying. “Oh I wish ya did.” Pompika said. “Tsk-Tsk, bad grammar Pompi” sinabi Meghan. “Sorry, fine I wish you did. There ya… you go” “Hhhmmm, nice save.” Meghan said. “Hey look, Reg’s a comin’” sinabi Pompika. “Great that’s good… wait REG!!!” sinabi Meghan. “What?” sinabi Pompika. "nothing."
i am looking for the star, our star, but this time i am alone, you aren't standing on the port susunod to me..
i feel i am Nawawala now, i can't find this star. you remeber what did i descoverd that night? i found only one bituin in the whole Portsaid's sky..
you didn't belive that one bituin is exist.. you said: which star? the sky is felling of the stars!
i thought you was kidding, i was very sure that there's one star.. yeah, sure as the blind is sure that there's nothing around him!
now i see what you were talking about, i loved you, so i couldn't see anyone else but you..
you was my heart's only love..
it was Portsaid's only star..
but you .. you didn't point to the same star, you saw all the stars but mine..
now i am alone, seeing many stars, can't find my star, am i blind? or ..was i blind?
twinkle, twinkle, my littel star..
Portsaid's only star, which one is you?
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*Portsaid is an Egyptian port.
i feel i am Nawawala now, i can't find this star. you remeber what did i descoverd that night? i found only one bituin in the whole Portsaid's sky..
you didn't belive that one bituin is exist.. you said: which star? the sky is felling of the stars!
i thought you was kidding, i was very sure that there's one star.. yeah, sure as the blind is sure that there's nothing around him!
now i see what you were talking about, i loved you, so i couldn't see anyone else but you..
you was my heart's only love..
it was Portsaid's only star..
but you .. you didn't point to the same star, you saw all the stars but mine..
now i am alone, seeing many stars, can't find my star, am i blind? or ..was i blind?
twinkle, twinkle, my littel star..
Portsaid's only star, which one is you?
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*Portsaid is an Egyptian port.