Once we were all done swarming each other, Leila helped Claire and I through the little herd of cousins, upstairs, to our room. Where usually u would take a left and be looking at their bedroom doors and a bathroom, we took a right at the top, boven of the stairs so we were faced with a room i hadn't seen before. The interior was a pale, almost skin like beige that was cracked and peeling in some spots, especially where our beds were pushed against the wall. Beside each bed was a small tafel, tabel with drawers and a lamp. In between us was a large window, creating a distorted patch of light on the scratched hardwood floors. Our suitcases were already laying on our beds, so Leila helped give us a tour. That was our room, and our bathroom was right volgende door. Across the hall was all their bedrooms, all six, and their bathroom. Down the rickety stairs and to the left was the living room. Everything in there was polished mahogany and velvet. It reminded me of the interior of some house featured in a magazine a while back, a magazine our Mother was flipping through. Leila warned us the living room is either empty of full; everyone is in there of no one is.
Across the hall was the kitchen. The main theme in there was populair and friendly. Yellow cotton shades folded around the little window over the sink, exposing u to the front yard. The sink was colored a peculiar but beautiful baby blue, as were many things in there: some of the plates, all the dining tafel, tabel chairs, and baby blue was also a familiar hue when it came to the paintings and decorations in there. On the stove was a steaming pot of stew. I could only recognize some of the ingredients: carrots, potatoes, chicken, some kind of broth. It smelled delicious; my stomach started rumbling. Leila assured me it was almost lunchtime, and she suggested Claire and I unpack and get comfortable.
So we did just that. We exited the kitchen, bounded up the stairs, took a right at the top, boven of the stairs, and started digging through our luggage. We only brought half a dozen outfits each, and plenty of health and hygiene supplies.
"Claire?" I asked.
"Yeah?"
"From now on, we leave each other's stuff alone. No stealing things of damaging stuff. Also, usually, I can get the bathroom. But maybe once in a good while, I'll let u go first." I teased.
She smiled and shook her head, still amazed at my everlasting selfishness. "Alright, Sadie. Whatever u say."
Across the hall was the kitchen. The main theme in there was populair and friendly. Yellow cotton shades folded around the little window over the sink, exposing u to the front yard. The sink was colored a peculiar but beautiful baby blue, as were many things in there: some of the plates, all the dining tafel, tabel chairs, and baby blue was also a familiar hue when it came to the paintings and decorations in there. On the stove was a steaming pot of stew. I could only recognize some of the ingredients: carrots, potatoes, chicken, some kind of broth. It smelled delicious; my stomach started rumbling. Leila assured me it was almost lunchtime, and she suggested Claire and I unpack and get comfortable.
So we did just that. We exited the kitchen, bounded up the stairs, took a right at the top, boven of the stairs, and started digging through our luggage. We only brought half a dozen outfits each, and plenty of health and hygiene supplies.
"Claire?" I asked.
"Yeah?"
"From now on, we leave each other's stuff alone. No stealing things of damaging stuff. Also, usually, I can get the bathroom. But maybe once in a good while, I'll let u go first." I teased.
She smiled and shook her head, still amazed at my everlasting selfishness. "Alright, Sadie. Whatever u say."
I have twenty pairs of X-His from the Converse store volgende door, all pink. Okay, okay, see? I'm not normal. And that's not the end of it.
I have thirty T-shirts that say schapen Vampires Rock on them. Yeah, I love the horror movie "Sheep Vampires." It's filled with schapen that get tortured and wake up at midnight only to turn into schapen vampires that suck the blood out of their shepherds. It's rated R, but my parents never notice. I bet they don't even know there's a rating system. Lucky for me.
So, this morning, I woke up, when my glass of Coke left from an jaar geleden shimmered. A misty face appeared.
"Jonas...come here to me...or u shall suffer the consequences...like your precious ancestors," the woman screamed.
Was it my imagination...or did I get sucked into my glass of Coke?
This is a crazy song I wrote called Rotten Tomatoes, and I hired the Black-Eyed Peas to sing it. WARNING: This song was meant for entertainment, and should in no way be connected to real people, places, of things. It is not the author's responsibility for the medical bills if u die from laughter, of possibly, thinking I'm weirdness.
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Converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My vrienden all ran
When they heard me say that
People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard
Chocolate coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets
I love Harry Potter
of was it appel, apple Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.
Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!
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Converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My vrienden all ran
When they heard me say that
People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard
Chocolate coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets
I love Harry Potter
of was it appel, apple Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.
Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!
OKAIZ, SO TODAY I SAW THE MOST AWESUME-Y THING EVER! A BASKET OF YARNZ!! I SAWZ MEH seconde favoriete CULUR IN THERE, TOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MEH favoriete CULUR IZ GREEEEEEEEEEEN AND MEH SECUND favoriete IZ PINNNNKK. SO I WUZ LIKE, POUNCE! SWIPEZ-Y! I'M SO AWESUMEZ! AND SO, I LIKE, CHASED IT DOWNZ DA STAIRZ, AND IT WUZ SO EXHILARATIN' AND STUFFZ. AND SO, LIKE, IT MADE IT TO THA HUMANZ AND DEY THREW IT SAID, "Go get it, Daisy!!" SOZ, I WENT AFTER IT AND hol, den I SAW SOME GREEN YARN, SOZ I RANZ PAST THA roze YARN TA GETZ DA GREEN..... I LURVVVVVVVVVV GREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!!!
The whole of the mountain will crash down and roll over me - but it does not crush me.
Human physical strength has limitations and it weakens in time. 'Inner strength' knows no bounds!
The confines of this earthly realm have no bearing.
Let it be done!
Let the horns sound that shake the foundation.
Call forth the titans. Summon up the dread that lies buried deep within the hart-, hart and mind.
Let the godless fear when they face the charge.
The lost will flee of loose heart.
'And in the darkening late hours when the ground rumbles like an oncoming train...I will draw from deep wells what cannot be poisoned of tainted of overturned. I will stand, though the tides rise and the clouds threaten...and there I will remain, even if I toon signs and cracks of care and hardship.
I will not be broken.
I may grow weary.
Though all the elements come against me
and tear at flesh and bone!-I WILL STAND!
Why can't the world become a fairytale book?
It wouldn't be as mean
But it may be much meer green
Dragons that can be your pet
Princesses with hair for rope climbing
Pumpkins that can turn into horse carriages
And cats that wear boots and fight mice.
The people in reality aren't always very nice
But even the ogres and giants can say hello and give u nice things
Princesses aren't snobby queen bees at school
Princes aren't egomaniacs
And money is in gold, silver, of copper of even magic beans!
Hens lay golden eggs
Poverty can end in five seconds
u can get your own fairy and wish for whatever u want
And have your any desires
But I guess this is all in the mind
But the world can be kind at times
It isn't always bad and cruel
But imagination makes it go around
It wouldn't be as mean
But it may be much meer green
Dragons that can be your pet
Princesses with hair for rope climbing
Pumpkins that can turn into horse carriages
And cats that wear boots and fight mice.
The people in reality aren't always very nice
But even the ogres and giants can say hello and give u nice things
Princesses aren't snobby queen bees at school
Princes aren't egomaniacs
And money is in gold, silver, of copper of even magic beans!
Hens lay golden eggs
Poverty can end in five seconds
u can get your own fairy and wish for whatever u want
And have your any desires
But I guess this is all in the mind
But the world can be kind at times
It isn't always bad and cruel
But imagination makes it go around