Cassie
I dragged my feet through the cold gray slush and shoved my hands deeper in my pockets. i hurried down the kalye with my head hung. Icy bits of hail pelted my back as they hurtled down from the dark, November sky above. As i entered the doors of the hospital, a strong balst of warm air hit me. i whipped the folded sheet of paper of out my cold pocket and warily walked up to the front desk. My dark brown hair hung like icicles.
"I'm Cassandra Little. I'm here to see Elaine Turner," i muttered.
Elaine
I coulnt move. i couldnt eat. i coulnt drink. i couldnt think. i coulnt even breathe right. The whitish curtain was pulled to either side and i saw a glimpse of the hospital hallway. In the middle there stood a girl. She looked beaten andshe was shivering. A small pool of water was formed around her feet as the snow melted off her tharshed out converse. Probably the only shoes she had. She had dark hair and eyes, with smudgey makeup. She didn't even try to smile. She wore a long black coat, but it didnt look very warm. The nurse abruptly sinabi "This is Cassandra. Shes here for..." she glanced at her clipboard, scowling"community service". She wore clean, kulay-rosas scrubs and had her hair pulled back in a neat blond bun, but the nurse still looked mean.
"Cassie" the girl interjected softly.
"Whatever" the nurse whispered coldly with an edge to her voice. She jerked away and whipped the curtains together as she strutted out.
Cassie
I walked toward the so called kama timidly. I was at loss for words. There didnt appear to be anything special about the room, ecept for a small bible that rested on a teeny bedside table. An elderly woman laid motionless underneath the pale covers. My shoes sqeuaked unnaturually loud as i stepped on the tile floor. A million tiny tubes extended from the womans body. Why did they put me here. i cant al with dying people! i just cant! I settled down in an uncomfortable chair, located near the bed.
"Hello," i managed to say.
A barely detectable smile appeared on the womans face.
"Nice to meet you". Her voice was rough, but surprisingly clear and loud. Loud for a dying person, that is.
Elaine
"How old are you, sweetie," I asked. She looked about 15, but ya never know.
"17" her voice was shaky and quiet. Ill bet you she was scared. Why was she scared? For goshs sake, she looked skinnier than I did! She had bags under her eyes. 17? 17 taon olds werent supposed to look like this! they were supposed to look happy and fresh! What on earth happened to that girl?!
I dragged my feet through the cold gray slush and shoved my hands deeper in my pockets. i hurried down the kalye with my head hung. Icy bits of hail pelted my back as they hurtled down from the dark, November sky above. As i entered the doors of the hospital, a strong balst of warm air hit me. i whipped the folded sheet of paper of out my cold pocket and warily walked up to the front desk. My dark brown hair hung like icicles.
"I'm Cassandra Little. I'm here to see Elaine Turner," i muttered.
Elaine
I coulnt move. i couldnt eat. i coulnt drink. i couldnt think. i coulnt even breathe right. The whitish curtain was pulled to either side and i saw a glimpse of the hospital hallway. In the middle there stood a girl. She looked beaten andshe was shivering. A small pool of water was formed around her feet as the snow melted off her tharshed out converse. Probably the only shoes she had. She had dark hair and eyes, with smudgey makeup. She didn't even try to smile. She wore a long black coat, but it didnt look very warm. The nurse abruptly sinabi "This is Cassandra. Shes here for..." she glanced at her clipboard, scowling"community service". She wore clean, kulay-rosas scrubs and had her hair pulled back in a neat blond bun, but the nurse still looked mean.
"Cassie" the girl interjected softly.
"Whatever" the nurse whispered coldly with an edge to her voice. She jerked away and whipped the curtains together as she strutted out.
Cassie
I walked toward the so called kama timidly. I was at loss for words. There didnt appear to be anything special about the room, ecept for a small bible that rested on a teeny bedside table. An elderly woman laid motionless underneath the pale covers. My shoes sqeuaked unnaturually loud as i stepped on the tile floor. A million tiny tubes extended from the womans body. Why did they put me here. i cant al with dying people! i just cant! I settled down in an uncomfortable chair, located near the bed.
"Hello," i managed to say.
A barely detectable smile appeared on the womans face.
"Nice to meet you". Her voice was rough, but surprisingly clear and loud. Loud for a dying person, that is.
Elaine
"How old are you, sweetie," I asked. She looked about 15, but ya never know.
"17" her voice was shaky and quiet. Ill bet you she was scared. Why was she scared? For goshs sake, she looked skinnier than I did! She had bags under her eyes. 17? 17 taon olds werent supposed to look like this! they were supposed to look happy and fresh! What on earth happened to that girl?!
this is my first story that i made on here i'm still decideing if i want to make madami of this book or not i am still decideing on a tittle name.please do not hesitate to criticize i need it.thank you <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 I Taylor Ann Smith was not happy.I was very mad.How dare them! i thought angrily to myself.how dare them decide who i marry!.this all happened when i came down for breakfast."Good morning mother,good morning farther."i sinabi happily.Mother was cooking eggs and mag-ihaw while father was waiting."Hello darling"said Mother cheerfully as she sat a plate of eggs and mag-ihaw in front of me."good morning taylor" farther answered. his plate."what's happening today?"i asked still eating."well.. mom started looked unconfertable...we decided who you were to marry"."What!" i cried almost chocking on my food.
Glance the other way
Rip your puso out
I just don't care anymore
You're useless
And uncaring
You know nothing!
Yet you pretend you do
You're a pretender
A pretender is just a liar in disguise
A pretender is a faker
A pretender hides
A pretender is a maker
Of the dark abyss
You told me once
I told you twice
Now what?
Do we forget the past?
Live for the future?
Or remember and continue on our path?
...Decisions...Decisions...
Left or right?
Up or down?
Wrong or right?
Please give me the answer
For I do not know
Right and wrong any longer
Rip your puso out
I just don't care anymore
You're useless
And uncaring
You know nothing!
Yet you pretend you do
You're a pretender
A pretender is just a liar in disguise
A pretender is a faker
A pretender hides
A pretender is a maker
Of the dark abyss
You told me once
I told you twice
Now what?
Do we forget the past?
Live for the future?
Or remember and continue on our path?
...Decisions...Decisions...
Left or right?
Up or down?
Wrong or right?
Please give me the answer
For I do not know
Right and wrong any longer
Chapter 4: Sunny day
These were the days of peace and happiness.
Days were spent in peace and love.
Jack loved his job, even though he wasn't that patient with children who didn't pay attention on his classes.
But, he knew. He was doing something
important, something useful.
And most of all, he knew that his lovely wife
and beautiful little Gwenny were waiting for him
at home.
Dana was amazing at kitchen.
Jack loved everything she made.
One happy family they were.
Like every morning, Jack would go to work,
and Dana would make a breakfast and some coffee to wake them up.
Morning coffee was something wonderful
for both of them.
After having breakfast, Jack would drink coffee
with Dana, looking at her with the same gentle
and passionate pag-ibig that never fades.
"I'll see you later, darling." - Jack sinabi and
went to work.
Dana was still sitting and enjoying in the coffee,
watching through the window the sunlight.
She could smell the bulaklak that were growing
in the yard.
These were the days of peace and happiness.
Days were spent in peace and love.
Jack loved his job, even though he wasn't that patient with children who didn't pay attention on his classes.
But, he knew. He was doing something
important, something useful.
And most of all, he knew that his lovely wife
and beautiful little Gwenny were waiting for him
at home.
Dana was amazing at kitchen.
Jack loved everything she made.
One happy family they were.
Like every morning, Jack would go to work,
and Dana would make a breakfast and some coffee to wake them up.
Morning coffee was something wonderful
for both of them.
After having breakfast, Jack would drink coffee
with Dana, looking at her with the same gentle
and passionate pag-ibig that never fades.
"I'll see you later, darling." - Jack sinabi and
went to work.
Dana was still sitting and enjoying in the coffee,
watching through the window the sunlight.
She could smell the bulaklak that were growing
in the yard.
