Selfless acts were uncommon in her universe... all human contact she'd gotten the last few months were Japanese tourists that wanted to capture the bad side of the city on their nice little holiday, da means of escaping the shopping malls, crowded museums and crammed amusement parks that were drowning in bliss and manic happiness.
Yeah, she was the bad side of the city... she was the part that was better left unseen and little people actually saw it. Some of them actually asked for her permission! Why? What would she do? Sue them? She was a stain on the face of society, something like a pimple you're desperate to cover up... close ups wouldn't help her. Lawrence would, though. Lawrence with the soft sheets, family portraits and Baseball cards stuck to the wall. He was nice.
D looked at him as he entered the room, a tray full of Cibo balancing on his hand:
'You hungry?'
'Yeah.' A shy smile graced her face.
Lawrence put down the tray and sat on a chair that stood successivo to his bed.
D picked up a fork and eyed the elaborate lasagna he had prepared... how not to start stuffing the whole thing in her mouth without warning?
'I... ummm...'
'Just eat. I don't care. Eat.' He dipped his fork in as to give her the right example and then waited to see if she'd follow. She did.
'It's... good!' Her eyes brightened, a full blown grin now visible on her face.
Lawrence laughed. 'I cook a lot... actually... I have no life at all.'
'Well...' D started, her face falling ever so slightly: 'I'm not the one to laugh at that, am I?'
Lawrence sighed: 'You're not... I guess. Still think you've been through a lot più than I have?'
'You could say that... also means you're a wuss successivo to me, doesn't it?'
'It does. I admit defeat. Should I bow down now?' He already stood up, seemingly serious about his offer.
'Would you? Seriously?' A rather devious smirk crept across D's face... this sounded like fun.
'I might, if te wanted me to?'
'I'm not sure... are te going to baciare my hand o anything? 'Cause chances are you're going to contract something nasty if te do.'
Lawrence laughed again... normally, laughing people earned a scowl from D, but it seemed to be different now.
'Speaking of nasty...' Lawrence's voice turned serious again: 'How are you?'
pomodoro sauce dripped of D's chin and she gestured to her mouth before swallowing and responding with the familiar and highly predictable: 'I'm fine.'
Lawrence felt her forehead again, sighing sadly: 'You're not fine. You're actually less not fine than the last time I checked... look at me.'
D did. Lawrence could see her that her eyes were slightly glazed over. He also fully noticed their beauty for the first time, leaving a weird mixture of sadness and awe visible on his face.
'Yeah I know.' D smiled at him. 'Mom always detto I was special.'
'Maybe te are.' Lawrence lamely offered.
'In a bad way, right? I mean... I like this, okay? I do... but could te like... stop, being nice to me? I just got accustomed to the fact that I'm scum, okay? I'm scum, no one really wants me here and when I leave here again people are going to ignore me and... shun me, so stop it.'
'No.' Lawrence said, simply. 'I'm going to treat te like a person, talk to te and make sure that me and my neighbors won't have to live with the fact that they let a girl die right in front of them, knowing that they could've done something. I'm doing something.' He explained.
'That what happened to your niece?' D asked, out of innocence, really.
'No. No one did something. She's dead.' Lawrence bit at her.
'Sorry...' D's shoulders and face both fell, leaving an uncomfortable look on her face.
'It's... my fault, really. Relax, okay? Just relax. And sleep some more. Can I get te anything?'
D coughed... it sounded rather unhealthy and actually required Lawrence's interference. 'No.' Her voice sounded hoarse.
'Are te cold?'
She nodded.
Lawrence left briefly to return with pillows and blankets alike.
'There... te run away o something?' He asked, casually.
'Yeah.'
'Why?'
'I don't know...' She shrugged, tensed: she was closing up.
She did know why. Because her parents divorced and her mother remarried a fat guy with a Harley that had midlife crisis written all over it and a disgustingly greasy coupé, coupe on his scarlet red head. There was also his completely inappropriate use of slang, the pants he could never pull up high enough to cover up his umm... backwards cleavage?
Back then, she already was an insignificance to him. Her name had been Danielle and the fat guy made it Danni... as he would holler that as he and D's mother passed the school on that disgusting midlife machine of his and she didn't like it at all so it became D. Just D.
And on a chilly autumn night, she had left home and went to the bus stop on the other side of town and waited for the right kind of bus driver: Not the "Never missed-a-day-of-work-in-twenty-years-in-first-out-last" type of guy, but the "Lives-on-RedBull-and-coffee-can't-take-his-eyes-off-the-road-'cause-he'd-crash" Type that wouldn't remember a face and made te wonder if he'd go into a full blown panic attack if te removed his beloved thermos can out of his line of sight. She went to her dad's first... but found reason to leave there too...
'What does D stand for, anyway?' Lawrence felt the need to save her from what seemed to be painful thoughts.
'Danielle... How do te shorten Lawrence?'
'Renzo.' He smiled: the nickname was apparently linked to a good memory.
'Like a clown?' She chuckled.
'Care to disagree?' He challenged.
She shrugged: no, not really.
Wanted to mostra their basic personalities here... Lawrence is something of a caring grandfather and D is just a scared, hardened teenager.
Yeah, she was the bad side of the city... she was the part that was better left unseen and little people actually saw it. Some of them actually asked for her permission! Why? What would she do? Sue them? She was a stain on the face of society, something like a pimple you're desperate to cover up... close ups wouldn't help her. Lawrence would, though. Lawrence with the soft sheets, family portraits and Baseball cards stuck to the wall. He was nice.
D looked at him as he entered the room, a tray full of Cibo balancing on his hand:
'You hungry?'
'Yeah.' A shy smile graced her face.
Lawrence put down the tray and sat on a chair that stood successivo to his bed.
D picked up a fork and eyed the elaborate lasagna he had prepared... how not to start stuffing the whole thing in her mouth without warning?
'I... ummm...'
'Just eat. I don't care. Eat.' He dipped his fork in as to give her the right example and then waited to see if she'd follow. She did.
'It's... good!' Her eyes brightened, a full blown grin now visible on her face.
Lawrence laughed. 'I cook a lot... actually... I have no life at all.'
'Well...' D started, her face falling ever so slightly: 'I'm not the one to laugh at that, am I?'
Lawrence sighed: 'You're not... I guess. Still think you've been through a lot più than I have?'
'You could say that... also means you're a wuss successivo to me, doesn't it?'
'It does. I admit defeat. Should I bow down now?' He already stood up, seemingly serious about his offer.
'Would you? Seriously?' A rather devious smirk crept across D's face... this sounded like fun.
'I might, if te wanted me to?'
'I'm not sure... are te going to baciare my hand o anything? 'Cause chances are you're going to contract something nasty if te do.'
Lawrence laughed again... normally, laughing people earned a scowl from D, but it seemed to be different now.
'Speaking of nasty...' Lawrence's voice turned serious again: 'How are you?'
pomodoro sauce dripped of D's chin and she gestured to her mouth before swallowing and responding with the familiar and highly predictable: 'I'm fine.'
Lawrence felt her forehead again, sighing sadly: 'You're not fine. You're actually less not fine than the last time I checked... look at me.'
D did. Lawrence could see her that her eyes were slightly glazed over. He also fully noticed their beauty for the first time, leaving a weird mixture of sadness and awe visible on his face.
'Yeah I know.' D smiled at him. 'Mom always detto I was special.'
'Maybe te are.' Lawrence lamely offered.
'In a bad way, right? I mean... I like this, okay? I do... but could te like... stop, being nice to me? I just got accustomed to the fact that I'm scum, okay? I'm scum, no one really wants me here and when I leave here again people are going to ignore me and... shun me, so stop it.'
'No.' Lawrence said, simply. 'I'm going to treat te like a person, talk to te and make sure that me and my neighbors won't have to live with the fact that they let a girl die right in front of them, knowing that they could've done something. I'm doing something.' He explained.
'That what happened to your niece?' D asked, out of innocence, really.
'No. No one did something. She's dead.' Lawrence bit at her.
'Sorry...' D's shoulders and face both fell, leaving an uncomfortable look on her face.
'It's... my fault, really. Relax, okay? Just relax. And sleep some more. Can I get te anything?'
D coughed... it sounded rather unhealthy and actually required Lawrence's interference. 'No.' Her voice sounded hoarse.
'Are te cold?'
She nodded.
Lawrence left briefly to return with pillows and blankets alike.
'There... te run away o something?' He asked, casually.
'Yeah.'
'Why?'
'I don't know...' She shrugged, tensed: she was closing up.
She did know why. Because her parents divorced and her mother remarried a fat guy with a Harley that had midlife crisis written all over it and a disgustingly greasy coupé, coupe on his scarlet red head. There was also his completely inappropriate use of slang, the pants he could never pull up high enough to cover up his umm... backwards cleavage?
Back then, she already was an insignificance to him. Her name had been Danielle and the fat guy made it Danni... as he would holler that as he and D's mother passed the school on that disgusting midlife machine of his and she didn't like it at all so it became D. Just D.
And on a chilly autumn night, she had left home and went to the bus stop on the other side of town and waited for the right kind of bus driver: Not the "Never missed-a-day-of-work-in-twenty-years-in-first-out-last" type of guy, but the "Lives-on-RedBull-and-coffee-can't-take-his-eyes-off-the-road-'cause-he'd-crash" Type that wouldn't remember a face and made te wonder if he'd go into a full blown panic attack if te removed his beloved thermos can out of his line of sight. She went to her dad's first... but found reason to leave there too...
'What does D stand for, anyway?' Lawrence felt the need to save her from what seemed to be painful thoughts.
'Danielle... How do te shorten Lawrence?'
'Renzo.' He smiled: the nickname was apparently linked to a good memory.
'Like a clown?' She chuckled.
'Care to disagree?' He challenged.
She shrugged: no, not really.
Wanted to mostra their basic personalities here... Lawrence is something of a caring grandfather and D is just a scared, hardened teenager.
I'm up all the time now.
Head up
Shoulders back
Legs slightly apart
Back straight.
I walk into the exam room,
Knowing inside my heart
That the ones who fear
Are the ones who do not succeed.
I sit down.
Confident,
I start my song
Of utmost elegance.
I use all my power
And strength.
I use all the dynamics in the world,
I use everything everyone's brought me.
I use all the good that everyone
Has dato me
In my life.
Time goes slowly by.
I feel myself going along with the beat.
I am entranced in my own song.
It feels better than ever before.
I am done.
I walk over to the judges,
Shaking each hand.
I feel a sense of pride in my heart,
Knowing that I have done it now.
I truly have.
Head up
Shoulders back
Legs slightly apart
Back straight.
I walk into the exam room,
Knowing inside my heart
That the ones who fear
Are the ones who do not succeed.
I sit down.
Confident,
I start my song
Of utmost elegance.
I use all my power
And strength.
I use all the dynamics in the world,
I use everything everyone's brought me.
I use all the good that everyone
Has dato me
In my life.
Time goes slowly by.
I feel myself going along with the beat.
I am entranced in my own song.
It feels better than ever before.
I am done.
I walk over to the judges,
Shaking each hand.
I feel a sense of pride in my heart,
Knowing that I have done it now.
I truly have.
I am disappointed,
At the way things are moving along.
Why is everyone so private about
Everything?
I am disappointed,
That I have not met my dream yet.
It seems a long way until I will
Catch my dream in the sky.
I am disappointed,
With many people.
Not just me.
But mostly me.
Why am I being so selfish?
Why are other people being so unkind?
Everything seems in ruin,
Including me.
I am sorry that this is the way it must be
Today,
But I know that tomorrow is a new day,
Waiting for all of us to do good deeds.
And do we shall.
At the way things are moving along.
Why is everyone so private about
Everything?
I am disappointed,
That I have not met my dream yet.
It seems a long way until I will
Catch my dream in the sky.
I am disappointed,
With many people.
Not just me.
But mostly me.
Why am I being so selfish?
Why are other people being so unkind?
Everything seems in ruin,
Including me.
I am sorry that this is the way it must be
Today,
But I know that tomorrow is a new day,
Waiting for all of us to do good deeds.
And do we shall.
My name is Matt Downley, and I am a calcio player. I just moved here to New York, and I was just going to try out for the Weston Middle calcio team, when believe it o not, the principal came rushing down the halls and detto that I couldn't play because I am disabled. WHAT THE HECK!!! Okay, I was like, "So here's the deal. I can't play. I can't do anything. What the freak am I supposed to do at this stupid school!!!" But, of course, I didn't have the guts to say that out loud to the principal, so I just muttered and said, "Okay." Lately, I feel like people have been stalking me when I came back from school. Everyday when I go to bed, I feel like people are looming in the shadows above me. I didn't know now, but tonight would be a night of extreme danger.
It probably took te a while to learn the 26 letters of the alphabet back when te started school. But actually, te should count yourself lucky. Some languages use alphabets with many più letters than that. Russian, for example, has 33 letters, and the Khmer language of Cambodia has over 70. And in China and Japan, where they write with signs called 'characters', there are hundreds, even thousands of different shapes to remember. Japanese primary school children are expected to learn about a thousand characters before they can go on to high school!
Emmanuel Cuts The Ribbon to Open Fashion Week Gibraltar - (Picture by Gold Productions Studios (Gibraltar) www.goldps.com)
As light fades the brightest of souls can even be turned to do the darkest of things. As time time pushes inoltrare, avanti the mind and body of an individual changes for either good o bad. the decisions they make and the things they do will stick with them forever. I was told this many years fa da a wise old man that fortold my future. He detto "the one with the dragon soul is not alone in the world he knows." After being told this it left me nothing but confused but i had a feeling that it wouldn't be the last time i heard of it.
