When you're travelling da plane o train,there are some passengers te just don't want to have successivo to you...
A.Small children
Perhaps te normally like them,but when te are sitting successivo to them on a plane it's a different thing.They usually spend all the flight moving around and dropping their toys on the floor,and when they're drinking their arancia, arancio succo, succo di frutta it ends up on your trousers.Then they decide they want to play with you,so te can't have the little siesta that te were planning.
B.Conversation makers
te recognize this type as soon as te sit down.They immediately start talking about the plane,or the weather,or they ask te a personal question.It's very difficult not to talk to these people,and you'll probably have to continue talking until the plane lands.
C.Nervous fliers
These are the people with white faces who sit down and immediately ask for a double whisky.Every 5 minuti they call a flight attendant to ask if there are any problems with the plane.They also tell te about air disasters(which te are not interested in!)The best thing to do is to buy them a few drinks o pretend to sleep.
D.Space invaders
These people are not necessarily very big,but they have a terrible habit of taking up all their room,and some of your room too.They usually sit so that te can't move,with their arms and legs in your space.They also have a lot of hand luggage which takes up all the room in the overhead locker.
A.Small children
Perhaps te normally like them,but when te are sitting successivo to them on a plane it's a different thing.They usually spend all the flight moving around and dropping their toys on the floor,and when they're drinking their arancia, arancio succo, succo di frutta it ends up on your trousers.Then they decide they want to play with you,so te can't have the little siesta that te were planning.
B.Conversation makers
te recognize this type as soon as te sit down.They immediately start talking about the plane,or the weather,or they ask te a personal question.It's very difficult not to talk to these people,and you'll probably have to continue talking until the plane lands.
C.Nervous fliers
These are the people with white faces who sit down and immediately ask for a double whisky.Every 5 minuti they call a flight attendant to ask if there are any problems with the plane.They also tell te about air disasters(which te are not interested in!)The best thing to do is to buy them a few drinks o pretend to sleep.
D.Space invaders
These people are not necessarily very big,but they have a terrible habit of taking up all their room,and some of your room too.They usually sit so that te can't move,with their arms and legs in your space.They also have a lot of hand luggage which takes up all the room in the overhead locker.
Okay this fits to be articolo worthy. I have this budding idea for a story about a girl named Skye(real named skylar) who discovers that she and her two Friends are Sirens ( a different kind than te think). They all have ibdividual powers like Skye can use other peoples power, Hazelle and Gabriel,s powers are conjuring fuoco and Hazelle can shapeshift objects. Their parents were Friends and there dads, and hazelle and gabriel have one parent while skye has none, she lives with her aunt and she has this Lost sister who thinks she is a Siren but is their kinds' enemy. Meanwhile Hazelle and Gabriel are dating but skye and him are close because their moms were Friends and wjen her parents died she lived with them for a while as kids. So eventually they like each other. This story is confusing and jeeds work but its what i have. Tell me should i tweek it o leave it alone. Also give me insight into what to do to fix it. Thanks.
Falling...
Sometimes she’s down da the river
o other times da her tree
Sometimes she thinks about the things she can never see
But when the rain falls down, she’d cry
There’s no reason why
She’s always walked alone
No one’s ever shared her ride
No one’s ever felt close to her, no one’s ever da her side
She’s avoided da everyone
And never has any fun
Now darkness is her favourite thing
She thinks there’s no hope
No on ever throws her a rope
When she’s falling…
Sometimes she’s down da the river
o other times da her tree
Sometimes she thinks about the things she can never see
But when the rain falls down, she’d cry
There’s no reason why
She’s always walked alone
No one’s ever shared her ride
No one’s ever felt close to her, no one’s ever da her side
She’s avoided da everyone
And never has any fun
Now darkness is her favourite thing
She thinks there’s no hope
No on ever throws her a rope
When she’s falling…
