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Zaria
“So we will not speak of of mention the unspeakable event that took place last night,” Darren told us, looking like a stern teacher reprimanding his class.
“For the hundredth time yes!” Edith shrieked.
The sad part was that she wasn’t exaggerating.
We were all on edge, super tension ran from the air, we had left the park with a dispirited mood. Not because of the stupid stone. Iris was supposed to call us when she got home, but the call never came so we called Stilere who told us they drove a bit meer but she dropped Iris out a while ago. A number one sign she was still angry at us, and early in the morning Iris took a zitplaats, stoel at the back of the class, volgende to a window, staring blankly at it for the whole period.
She didn’t look us in the eye, she never even looked our way. She seemed, exhausted, tired and worst of all drained. She didn’t even try to talk to the kids around her, like she usually would have.
It was lunchtime and we were all sitting at our table, waiting for a girl who probably wouldn’t toon up. It’s been about a few minutes, but the cafeteria was a deadly place, she must be stuck in the rampaging pushing and shoving of the fellow hungry students.
“Okay so-”
“DARREN! SHUT UP!”
We weren’t getting any better.
Iris
“What are u doing here?”
I turned and inwardly sighed when I saw Alex come towards me, I didn’t want to talk to him of the rest of them at the moment.
“Sitting. Alone, until u came and ruined it.” I said, turning back to stare at the beautiful sky.
“Iris-”
“I don’t want to hear it, I don’t care what u have to say. No excuse could fix this Alex!” I yelled, feeling some steam come off. “I told u it was a bad idea, but no, u just had to play hero and ditch me. If Mikey hadn’t pushed me away…”
‘Then I would’ve become the seconde victim of that park’ I wanted to say, the unspoken words lay heavily in the air, creating a bridge between us.
“I didn’t-”
“Yes u did, u just didn’t care, u had to figure out something that will probably be a mystery forever, were not the ‘ancient race’, we can’t understand their concepts like we do for ours. It’s a whole new world-”
‘A thrilling place I never knew,” he whispered.
I glared at him. “That we know nothing about, not even Aladdin either genius.”
Alex flashed me a smile. “Sorry I can’t help it. Instinct. And it’s your fault for rerunning that part every single time.”
I rolled my eyes. “I liked it.”
“I’m really really really really really really sorry Iris, I shouldn’t have shunned you, I should’ve listened.”
“Too late for that,” I whispered, turning my gaze back to the sky.
Alex sighed. “Just sit with us at lunch, okay? Edith is about to kill Darren if he opens his mouth again. We love you. We miss you. Please?”
“Fine! But don’t think I’m going to try to make any conversation, I’m still really steamed off about this.” I say, standing up.
Alex grinned, hugging me, and he lead me toward the table, which was far far away.
How did he even know I was here?
*Thanks for reading, please don't copy, hope u enjoyed! commentaren and fans would be lovely!*
Zaria
“So we will not speak of of mention the unspeakable event that took place last night,” Darren told us, looking like a stern teacher reprimanding his class.
“For the hundredth time yes!” Edith shrieked.
The sad part was that she wasn’t exaggerating.
We were all on edge, super tension ran from the air, we had left the park with a dispirited mood. Not because of the stupid stone. Iris was supposed to call us when she got home, but the call never came so we called Stilere who told us they drove a bit meer but she dropped Iris out a while ago. A number one sign she was still angry at us, and early in the morning Iris took a zitplaats, stoel at the back of the class, volgende to a window, staring blankly at it for the whole period.
She didn’t look us in the eye, she never even looked our way. She seemed, exhausted, tired and worst of all drained. She didn’t even try to talk to the kids around her, like she usually would have.
It was lunchtime and we were all sitting at our table, waiting for a girl who probably wouldn’t toon up. It’s been about a few minutes, but the cafeteria was a deadly place, she must be stuck in the rampaging pushing and shoving of the fellow hungry students.
“Okay so-”
“DARREN! SHUT UP!”
We weren’t getting any better.
Iris
“What are u doing here?”
I turned and inwardly sighed when I saw Alex come towards me, I didn’t want to talk to him of the rest of them at the moment.
“Sitting. Alone, until u came and ruined it.” I said, turning back to stare at the beautiful sky.
“Iris-”
“I don’t want to hear it, I don’t care what u have to say. No excuse could fix this Alex!” I yelled, feeling some steam come off. “I told u it was a bad idea, but no, u just had to play hero and ditch me. If Mikey hadn’t pushed me away…”
‘Then I would’ve become the seconde victim of that park’ I wanted to say, the unspoken words lay heavily in the air, creating a bridge between us.
“I didn’t-”
“Yes u did, u just didn’t care, u had to figure out something that will probably be a mystery forever, were not the ‘ancient race’, we can’t understand their concepts like we do for ours. It’s a whole new world-”
‘A thrilling place I never knew,” he whispered.
I glared at him. “That we know nothing about, not even Aladdin either genius.”
Alex flashed me a smile. “Sorry I can’t help it. Instinct. And it’s your fault for rerunning that part every single time.”
I rolled my eyes. “I liked it.”
“I’m really really really really really really sorry Iris, I shouldn’t have shunned you, I should’ve listened.”
“Too late for that,” I whispered, turning my gaze back to the sky.
Alex sighed. “Just sit with us at lunch, okay? Edith is about to kill Darren if he opens his mouth again. We love you. We miss you. Please?”
“Fine! But don’t think I’m going to try to make any conversation, I’m still really steamed off about this.” I say, standing up.
Alex grinned, hugging me, and he lead me toward the table, which was far far away.
How did he even know I was here?
*Thanks for reading, please don't copy, hope u enjoyed! commentaren and fans would be lovely!*
I've been written
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't schommel, swing me door my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if u destroy me.
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't schommel, swing me door my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if u destroy me.
No matter how much u wish for meer it happens like the uur glass time runs out and you'll lung for more.
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test door our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test door our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
(Verse 1)
I am in love with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
I am in love with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
I walk into
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood door me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To toon them that...
Their work was useful.
To toon them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to toon all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood door me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To toon them that...
Their work was useful.
To toon them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to toon all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
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