I watched the 'It' girls stride down the hall. They smiled their perfect, white toothed smiles at cute senior boys, who of course drooled and practicially fell over. The way they looked, you'd think they owned the school. The leader, Miranda, pulled out her perfectly intact iPhone with its blinged out pink case, and texted quickly, lavender thumbs tapping the screen. Her crew, Kristen and Lillianna, dutifully following like dogs on leashes. Miranda was a beautifully devious, and knew how to make it hurt HARD. Lillianna wasn't much for saying anything, anything NICE, that is. And of course, Miranda, gorgeous, terrible, and evil. There they were, in their stylish, trendy, and gorgeously flattering outfits. They all held designer bags. Coach, Vera Bradley, JCPenny's. They were SOOOOO pathetic. They walked up to me and giggled at my simple wild thing tube top, and skinny dark washes. "Where'd you buy that?" asked Lillianna. "It concerns you why?" I retorted. "Well, she'll probably have to write it on the form she gives to the fashion police." sassed Miranda, then Lillianna and Kristen laughed loyally. "No, she was asking because she relized its okay to be nice once in a while." Lillianna rolled her chocalate brown eyes. "Yeah, okay." I sneaked a look at her aqua cased Droid, and saw a new Tweet in progress. I rolled my eyes and snickered at her username. "@QueenLillie" stated the screen. Stupid, I know. "What are you laughing at, your reflection?" asked Kristen. "No, I'm laughing at the fact that you acually think your awesome." All of the sudden, the hallway quieted JUST as I said that. "Excuse me?" asked Miranda, glaring at me in the most horrid way. "You, my dear, are a big fat slut who's BF couldn't afford to buy you anything because he's so poor." I knew I had tears in my eyes, but I talked back anyways. "At least I have a boyfriend." I slammed my lacker shut, and walked away, trying to hold my cries.
It was Thursday, and I had been pounced 2 days ago. I was sitting in English class, slipping a note to my best friend, who sat 2 seats away.
Me: What did she say?
I had seen her 1 period earlier, crying because of Miranda, of course.
Lissie: She called me a overweight whoar. :'(
Me: Don't cry, honey, shes not worth the time, or tears.
Lissie: *Brightens up* :')
Me: :D
Lissie: Lets stop. Mrs.Gratia (GRA-TI-YA) just gave me the evil eye.
Me: :O
Lissie: LOL, I'm serious!
Me: Okay!
I'll continue later;)
It was Thursday, and I had been pounced 2 days ago. I was sitting in English class, slipping a note to my best friend, who sat 2 seats away.
Me: What did she say?
I had seen her 1 period earlier, crying because of Miranda, of course.
Lissie: She called me a overweight whoar. :'(
Me: Don't cry, honey, shes not worth the time, or tears.
Lissie: *Brightens up* :')
Me: :D
Lissie: Lets stop. Mrs.Gratia (GRA-TI-YA) just gave me the evil eye.
Me: :O
Lissie: LOL, I'm serious!
Me: Okay!
I'll continue later;)
Asperger's Syndrome is a mild form of autism with a bit of learning disability. It is the same as social anxiety. People with this kind have difficulty learning academics, socializing with other people, and forming friendships.
What does it feel like to have this? You'll be sensitive to loud sounds, lack of interest in to many things, difficulty understanding sarcasm and jokes, you'll feel lonely and alone, you see the world differently to other people, and the most overwhelming is you feel different in the world. It is also a lifelong condition and can't be cured. But help is a guide of their life. You will realize that those people have more intelligence and will grow up successfully in their life. And also they have a great heart of understanding on people's problems. They will also be kind and patient from what we are.
See the outside, and know deep the inside. There's no nothing than a reason behind.
It's better to be UNIQUE!
What does it feel like to have this? You'll be sensitive to loud sounds, lack of interest in to many things, difficulty understanding sarcasm and jokes, you'll feel lonely and alone, you see the world differently to other people, and the most overwhelming is you feel different in the world. It is also a lifelong condition and can't be cured. But help is a guide of their life. You will realize that those people have more intelligence and will grow up successfully in their life. And also they have a great heart of understanding on people's problems. They will also be kind and patient from what we are.
See the outside, and know deep the inside. There's no nothing than a reason behind.
It's better to be UNIQUE!
First off,harry potter has actual struggle and creative and developed villains while twilight centers around a girl who is completely dependent on a 2 hot guys who go to war for her and constantly abuse her.Second,harry potter has compelling storyline and fun unique characters while twilight is ALL STEREOTYPES, with the new hot shallow girl who runs a love triangle and the the two guys and their friends who fight over her.And lastly, for all you people who say that edward is hotter than harry, cedric is hotter than edward.look at all characters,not just the main ones.peace y'all
Imagine how cool it could be to be a real life mermaid. Well you can be.
All you have to do is do the steps right and I hope it works it worked on me im a real mermaid.
What you will need:
A cup of water
Salt
A strand of your hair
A bracelet or necklace for your symbol
Put the salt in a bowl
Then put your hair in the bowl
Dip your symbol and hands in the bowl and chant
Guardian of the sea oh please make me a mermaid and we will see how great of a mermaid I will be and how polite and brave I am oh please make me a bold mermaid I hope you do and thank you.
All you have to do is do the steps right and I hope it works it worked on me im a real mermaid.
What you will need:
A cup of water
Salt
A strand of your hair
A bracelet or necklace for your symbol
Put the salt in a bowl
Then put your hair in the bowl
Dip your symbol and hands in the bowl and chant
Guardian of the sea oh please make me a mermaid and we will see how great of a mermaid I will be and how polite and brave I am oh please make me a bold mermaid I hope you do and thank you.
Crack! Snap! Crack!
Running through the woods barefoot is sooooo not fun. Because one minute you are in the pool and the next you are running for your life from who knows what. Let me start from the beginning.
One late summer day I was getting the mail. There was a letter for me.
You have been accepted at Burkly Spy School for boys and girls.
That was all the letter said. I didn't apply for a school, did I ?
I went to our pool to think it over and when I hopped in the pool
I saw a figure in the shadows. ''Who are you?" I screamed. When the person leaped at me I took off into the woods. I heard someone yell code red and then the person threw a punch. I recovered quickly and threw a punch. He fell to the ground a I took off again. Then I stopped when I thought no one was following me. Every thing went dark.
Running through the woods barefoot is sooooo not fun. Because one minute you are in the pool and the next you are running for your life from who knows what. Let me start from the beginning.
One late summer day I was getting the mail. There was a letter for me.
You have been accepted at Burkly Spy School for boys and girls.
That was all the letter said. I didn't apply for a school, did I ?
I went to our pool to think it over and when I hopped in the pool
I saw a figure in the shadows. ''Who are you?" I screamed. When the person leaped at me I took off into the woods. I heard someone yell code red and then the person threw a punch. I recovered quickly and threw a punch. He fell to the ground a I took off again. Then I stopped when I thought no one was following me. Every thing went dark.
I come home and their fighting.
I hate it! I want to tell them to stop.
But I cant, because Im stuck in the middle.
They tug me, playing with me.
I cant handle the pain!
When I go to school no one can see my pain.
I fake my happiness.
I want to go hide in a corner and cry.
But I cant.
Because no one lends a shoulder to cry on.
My friends dont understand!
I come home again, and my parents pull me.
Ripping my heart like a angry raven.
My siblings, they... they... leave me there. Alone.
I feel alone.
Deserted.
No where I feel happy.
Because Im alone.
Why cant anyone see?
Why cant my parents stop fighting?
Why cant my friends lend a hand?
Why cant my siblings pull me to my feet?
Why am I alone?
I hate it! I want to tell them to stop.
But I cant, because Im stuck in the middle.
They tug me, playing with me.
I cant handle the pain!
When I go to school no one can see my pain.
I fake my happiness.
I want to go hide in a corner and cry.
But I cant.
Because no one lends a shoulder to cry on.
My friends dont understand!
I come home again, and my parents pull me.
Ripping my heart like a angry raven.
My siblings, they... they... leave me there. Alone.
I feel alone.
Deserted.
No where I feel happy.
Because Im alone.
Why cant anyone see?
Why cant my parents stop fighting?
Why cant my friends lend a hand?
Why cant my siblings pull me to my feet?
Why am I alone?