Sorry It took so long. Uh I was finishing my other story. I feel like this story would be successful. This part is short but I promise পরবর্তি chapter will be long
As I panted I got onto the bus. It was my first time since I was always late for the bus and my mom always had to take me. I looked around for an empty seat. I found one in the back পরবর্তি to a boy.
The boy had dark blond hair with green eyes. He was a bit tan and had a few pimples on his face.
I sighed and walked down to him and sat পরবর্তি to him. I felt him scoot closer to the window until he was basically স্নেহ চুম্বন it.
The bus inched অগ্রবর্তী and slowly traveled down the crowded streets of New York City. We headed over a pot hole and the bus bounced up.
I gasped and grabbed the boy's leg. I always hated bouncing. It scared me all my life.
I realized my mistake and I took off my hand off his leg. I glanced at him. He looked very shocked like I couldn't do that. He was red and pale at the same time. I felt his pulse quicken.
"Oh crap I'm sorry," I apologized looking down.
"It's okay," his voiced cracked.
I looked up at him and he looked like he was in pain. "Are আপনি alright?" I asked inching my hand towards him
He looked at me quickly stopping me "I'm fine!" his voice cracked
The bus stopped dead and I passed him and saw we were at school. Everybody on the bus looked at us and laughed.
The boy seemed flustered and rushed off the bus. His face red. He ran towards the cafeteria.
I just sat there in silence in shock. Did I hurt him অথবা something?
As I panted I got onto the bus. It was my first time since I was always late for the bus and my mom always had to take me. I looked around for an empty seat. I found one in the back পরবর্তি to a boy.
The boy had dark blond hair with green eyes. He was a bit tan and had a few pimples on his face.
I sighed and walked down to him and sat পরবর্তি to him. I felt him scoot closer to the window until he was basically স্নেহ চুম্বন it.
The bus inched অগ্রবর্তী and slowly traveled down the crowded streets of New York City. We headed over a pot hole and the bus bounced up.
I gasped and grabbed the boy's leg. I always hated bouncing. It scared me all my life.
I realized my mistake and I took off my hand off his leg. I glanced at him. He looked very shocked like I couldn't do that. He was red and pale at the same time. I felt his pulse quicken.
"Oh crap I'm sorry," I apologized looking down.
"It's okay," his voiced cracked.
I looked up at him and he looked like he was in pain. "Are আপনি alright?" I asked inching my hand towards him
He looked at me quickly stopping me "I'm fine!" his voice cracked
The bus stopped dead and I passed him and saw we were at school. Everybody on the bus looked at us and laughed.
The boy seemed flustered and rushed off the bus. His face red. He ran towards the cafeteria.
I just sat there in silence in shock. Did I hurt him অথবা something?
isaac
I chanced a glance at you
from across the crowded room
and that was when I noticed
আপনি were looking at me too
we both know this shouldn't happen
its a road we've been down before
and the only way it ever ends
is with আপনি walking out the door
so I wish someone would explain to me
why I'm still rooted in place
staring in the direction
of just another lonely face
my mind is screaming at me to run
while my হৃদয় asks me to stay
for a moment I dont know what to do
and if its a price I'm willing to pay
we both know this is wrong
the প্রণয় that we share
but we also know that wont stop us
because to find this kind of প্রণয় is rare
from across the crowded room
and that was when I noticed
আপনি were looking at me too
we both know this shouldn't happen
its a road we've been down before
and the only way it ever ends
is with আপনি walking out the door
so I wish someone would explain to me
why I'm still rooted in place
staring in the direction
of just another lonely face
my mind is screaming at me to run
while my হৃদয় asks me to stay
for a moment I dont know what to do
and if its a price I'm willing to pay
we both know this is wrong
the প্রণয় that we share
but we also know that wont stop us
because to find this kind of প্রণয় is rare
Lonely Girl
So peaceful in sleep she lies
Brown hair spilled across her pillow
I can picture her beautiful eyes
Looking into her dreams…
She looks like she’s not listening
But really she’s deep in thought
Remembering forgotten memories
When she lived life as she ought
Stolen kisses in the night
Laughing with her friends
Little did she know back then
This is where it all would end
Her হৃদয় is filled with regret
Always looking back
She wishes she would just forget
And find happiness once আরো
I don’t think she’ll ever forget you
But for now there’s joy on her face
She keeps reminding herself
It’s not a race, to be the first to find your place
Now as the sun goes down
She’ll say a prayer
Wishing perhaps for you
But really, life’s not that fair
There’s nothing this Lonely Girl can do
So peaceful in sleep she lies
Brown hair spilled across her pillow
I can picture her beautiful eyes
Looking into her dreams…
She looks like she’s not listening
But really she’s deep in thought
Remembering forgotten memories
When she lived life as she ought
Stolen kisses in the night
Laughing with her friends
Little did she know back then
This is where it all would end
Her হৃদয় is filled with regret
Always looking back
She wishes she would just forget
And find happiness once আরো
I don’t think she’ll ever forget you
But for now there’s joy on her face
She keeps reminding herself
It’s not a race, to be the first to find your place
Now as the sun goes down
She’ll say a prayer
Wishing perhaps for you
But really, life’s not that fair
There’s nothing this Lonely Girl can do
We're all human.
Serena
Kayla was raped in her own house.
What's more, her dad is reported to have committed suicide. Before he even heard that his own daughter needed him.
When I was little, I always had the blind faith in my mom. That she would always know which way to turn on the road. That if we got lost, everything would be fine.
That she would never desert me. Like Kayla's father has.
The girl is slumped against the wall, crying. You'd think that you'd eventually run out of tears, but আপনি don't. It's just that, after a while, maybe আপনি just don't have the strength to carry on any more.
আপনি can dry up the tears আপনি see, but আপনি can never dry up the tears your হৃদয় sheds. Because when আপনি cry, your হৃদয় gives up a little piece of itself that will always grieve. Always. I have every reason to know.
I put my hand on her shoulder, and she doesn't shake it off.
Kayla was raped in her own house.
What's more, her dad is reported to have committed suicide. Before he even heard that his own daughter needed him.
When I was little, I always had the blind faith in my mom. That she would always know which way to turn on the road. That if we got lost, everything would be fine.
That she would never desert me. Like Kayla's father has.
The girl is slumped against the wall, crying. You'd think that you'd eventually run out of tears, but আপনি don't. It's just that, after a while, maybe আপনি just don't have the strength to carry on any more.
আপনি can dry up the tears আপনি see, but আপনি can never dry up the tears your হৃদয় sheds. Because when আপনি cry, your হৃদয় gives up a little piece of itself that will always grieve. Always. I have every reason to know.
I put my hand on her shoulder, and she doesn't shake it off.
The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of যশস্বী turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in প্রদর্শনী business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived দ্বারা his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived দ্বারা his elderly father, Pop Tart.
