Let's say your walking down the street and you see a girl on the other side of the road.Looks like a sweetheart or a nice person wearing a light green sundress. At first glance you don't give the girl a second thought but if you looked more closely you would have seen the biker boots and the heavy jewelery. And yet her face and her dress looked like sunshine.
You may think the girl weird or strange but that's just how she dress. Though you don't have the guts to go up and ask her about it. Why? Because it's rude to ask why she dresses like that and you just want to keep on going to your destination.
So you shake your head and walk on. Later your suprised to think of that strange girl from the street. You wonder why you can't stop thinking of her. Maybe it's because she looked so out of place, so different that you thought of her. Who wouldn't stop and think of someone with a different sense of things?
Or someone who's just different in the way you see people that they make you stop and think. Stop and think about the girl in the sundress and biker boots.When you see something new it catches your eye. It's like when tv turned from black and white to color, it opened your inner eye. Your eye of creativeness.
So the next time you see the girl in the sundress and biker boots you smile warmly at her, as if she's an old friend. And she smiles back just as warmly, as if your sharing a secret.
You both make your way to the bus but you let her get on first and she thanks you in a warm,bubbly voice.
As you get on she finds a seat and offers the seat next to her and this time you thank her.
You both introduce yourself and shake hands. You find out her name is Corrie. And just like that you've gained a new friend, the girl in the sundress and biker boots.
You may think the girl weird or strange but that's just how she dress. Though you don't have the guts to go up and ask her about it. Why? Because it's rude to ask why she dresses like that and you just want to keep on going to your destination.
So you shake your head and walk on. Later your suprised to think of that strange girl from the street. You wonder why you can't stop thinking of her. Maybe it's because she looked so out of place, so different that you thought of her. Who wouldn't stop and think of someone with a different sense of things?
Or someone who's just different in the way you see people that they make you stop and think. Stop and think about the girl in the sundress and biker boots.When you see something new it catches your eye. It's like when tv turned from black and white to color, it opened your inner eye. Your eye of creativeness.
So the next time you see the girl in the sundress and biker boots you smile warmly at her, as if she's an old friend. And she smiles back just as warmly, as if your sharing a secret.
You both make your way to the bus but you let her get on first and she thanks you in a warm,bubbly voice.
As you get on she finds a seat and offers the seat next to her and this time you thank her.
You both introduce yourself and shake hands. You find out her name is Corrie. And just like that you've gained a new friend, the girl in the sundress and biker boots.
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
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?