As I enter the kitchen, I see my mom chopping carrots and putting them in a pot full of stew. "Hi Mom! What's that?" My long citrus কমলা স্কার্ট sways underneath the air conditioning vent. "I'm making vegetable stew. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. "I'll get it!" I call. I run towards the wooden door and I turn the bronze-colored knob. A man with shaggy dark brown hair appears behind the door. "Hello. Is your mother here?" Who is this guy? "Yes. She's in the kitchen." I make a left towards the small রান্নাঘর and my mom looks at me. "It's for you." I mouth the words silently. "Oh!" My mom, walks to the door to chat with the man. "Hello Daniel!" Daniel? Who is Daniel? Could that man be Daniel? I don't trust him. He looks...suspicious. As I walk towards my room, I see my mom hugging Daniel. "This can't be happening." I mumble to myself.
With my door wide open, my mom enters the room without knocking. "Chanhassen," she starts. I look up from my homework and see my mom is dressed up in her business clothes. "Why are আপনি dressed like that, mom?" She stares down at her outfit. "What do আপনি mean? I'm going to work." Work? "Work? Now? Why?" I'm good at asking questions! "Daniel will be driving me to work. We had an emergency meeting. I'll be back in about an ঘন্টা and a half." She kisses my cheek and runs out the door in her tight black dress underneath her black blazer. "Mom?" I yell. "Yes dear?" She peeks her head through the door. "Ummm...nothing." I shake my head. "Oh. Ok." She nods.
I watch Land of the Lost every time it comes on T.V. Tonight is the newest episode. Where is my mom? It's been three hours! "Huh?" The door knob makes a sound and I see the door open. It's my mom. "Mom!" I run towards her and hug her. "Uh-oh." I whisper. Daniel is behind my mom. "What are আপনি doing here?" I snap at him. "Chanhassen!" My mom says. "I was just dropping your mother off. I'll be leaving. I just need to use the restroom." Good! Before he heads for the bathroom, he grabs my rare china bowl from the side টেবিল in the living room. He slowly puts it in his pocket. I gasp.
With my door wide open, my mom enters the room without knocking. "Chanhassen," she starts. I look up from my homework and see my mom is dressed up in her business clothes. "Why are আপনি dressed like that, mom?" She stares down at her outfit. "What do আপনি mean? I'm going to work." Work? "Work? Now? Why?" I'm good at asking questions! "Daniel will be driving me to work. We had an emergency meeting. I'll be back in about an ঘন্টা and a half." She kisses my cheek and runs out the door in her tight black dress underneath her black blazer. "Mom?" I yell. "Yes dear?" She peeks her head through the door. "Ummm...nothing." I shake my head. "Oh. Ok." She nods.
I watch Land of the Lost every time it comes on T.V. Tonight is the newest episode. Where is my mom? It's been three hours! "Huh?" The door knob makes a sound and I see the door open. It's my mom. "Mom!" I run towards her and hug her. "Uh-oh." I whisper. Daniel is behind my mom. "What are আপনি doing here?" I snap at him. "Chanhassen!" My mom says. "I was just dropping your mother off. I'll be leaving. I just need to use the restroom." Good! Before he heads for the bathroom, he grabs my rare china bowl from the side টেবিল in the living room. He slowly puts it in his pocket. I gasp.
~ Chapter 1: Dreams
Love. Unconditional and pure প্রণয় was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from দিন to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But প্রণয় was still there, although destroyed দ্বারা many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and হৃদয় full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be দুধ and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
প্রণয় was still there, that pure প্রণয় that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of প্রণয় was still burning...
Love. Unconditional and pure প্রণয় was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from দিন to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But প্রণয় was still there, although destroyed দ্বারা many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and হৃদয় full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be দুধ and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
প্রণয় was still there, that pure প্রণয় that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of প্রণয় was still burning...
Texas Rancho Viejo 1942
Bonnie's POV
I walked quickly down the dusty dirt road, I kicked and scrapped pebbels, It was hot and dry today, another great thing when your isolated! *CRASH* I gasped, I slowed to a stop and carfully and slowwly turned around. Behind me stood a man. He had wild brown hair and blue piercing eyes, He held a gun and a charcol covered teddy bear. He smiled and inchined twords me. "Whoa pardner, who are you?" I asked in my thick texian accent. "I am a friend" He ব্যক্ত kindly. I suspiciously eyed him up and down. I reached into my back pocket and gripped my fingers around a gun I found. "Dont be afraid i'll make it all better" He moved closer to me, I panicked.Is this the phantom murder? I thought. I pulled out my gun and aimed it at him. "I dont think আপনি will"
I ব্যক্ত sweetly, then I triggered it and shot him, he fell to the ground stunned. I smiled. When your isolated in texas আপনি cant trust anyone. and i mean ANYONE.
Bonnie's POV
I walked quickly down the dusty dirt road, I kicked and scrapped pebbels, It was hot and dry today, another great thing when your isolated! *CRASH* I gasped, I slowed to a stop and carfully and slowwly turned around. Behind me stood a man. He had wild brown hair and blue piercing eyes, He held a gun and a charcol covered teddy bear. He smiled and inchined twords me. "Whoa pardner, who are you?" I asked in my thick texian accent. "I am a friend" He ব্যক্ত kindly. I suspiciously eyed him up and down. I reached into my back pocket and gripped my fingers around a gun I found. "Dont be afraid i'll make it all better" He moved closer to me, I panicked.Is this the phantom murder? I thought. I pulled out my gun and aimed it at him. "I dont think আপনি will"
I ব্যক্ত sweetly, then I triggered it and shot him, he fell to the ground stunned. I smiled. When your isolated in texas আপনি cant trust anyone. and i mean ANYONE.
Always running
All the time,
Chasing a dream
As I follow the signs.
Out of breath
I miss a turn,
I wander the paths
Ready to learn.
I start to get impatient
I'm working so hard,
So how come I'm not there yet
I've played all my cards.
Life is like a rollercoaster
Mine never stops,
It takes me round in circles
Back to the start.
There are so many highs and lows
Yet they''re all the same,
I need a change of track
Something different to my name.
Each step I take aches my body
And I'm waiting for the day,
That a different train will come along
And take me a different way.
All the time,
Chasing a dream
As I follow the signs.
Out of breath
I miss a turn,
I wander the paths
Ready to learn.
I start to get impatient
I'm working so hard,
So how come I'm not there yet
I've played all my cards.
Life is like a rollercoaster
Mine never stops,
It takes me round in circles
Back to the start.
There are so many highs and lows
Yet they''re all the same,
I need a change of track
Something different to my name.
Each step I take aches my body
And I'm waiting for the day,
That a different train will come along
And take me a different way.
Dusty Streets
A blazing sun,
খাবার and Water
There is none.
Living on hope
Crying out,
Helping others
Around and about.
Children Shouting
They wail and cry,
Willing for a change
A signal, a sign.
They're grateful for everytihng
Whatever comes their way,
They're constantly working
All night, all day.
The air is filthy
They cough and they weep,
They want to survive
They sniffle and sleep.
Begging off strangers
It's all they can do,
Someone to help them
It could be you.
-Emily Eaton (13)
A blazing sun,
খাবার and Water
There is none.
Living on hope
Crying out,
Helping others
Around and about.
Children Shouting
They wail and cry,
Willing for a change
A signal, a sign.
They're grateful for everytihng
Whatever comes their way,
They're constantly working
All night, all day.
The air is filthy
They cough and they weep,
They want to survive
They sniffle and sleep.
Begging off strangers
It's all they can do,
Someone to help them
It could be you.
-Emily Eaton (13)
I have a secret: I'm afraid. I'm terribly afraid that I AM GOING TO DIE. I didn't ask for leukemia. Nor did I expect it. Especially not chronic myelogenous leukemia. Especially when chronic myelogenous leukemia tends to affect the OLDER males, and I'm only what, 14?
But do আপনি know why it has to be a secret? I have a family: my dad and Jae, my youngest sister. [Yeah, I have two more, but, they're out of my life at the moment.] They cried their hearts out once I was diagnosed. They were afraid that they'd lose another family member--after all, my mother passed away after a car accident. I promised to be strong. For Dad. For Jae. For Mom.
But if being strong means that I have to hold back all these tears, that I have to surpress all my fear in order to comfort my family, sometimes I wish I didn't make that promise.
But do আপনি know why it has to be a secret? I have a family: my dad and Jae, my youngest sister. [Yeah, I have two more, but, they're out of my life at the moment.] They cried their hearts out once I was diagnosed. They were afraid that they'd lose another family member--after all, my mother passed away after a car accident. I promised to be strong. For Dad. For Jae. For Mom.
But if being strong means that I have to hold back all these tears, that I have to surpress all my fear in order to comfort my family, sometimes I wish I didn't make that promise.
I was in the class the other day, and Mrs.Crosswaer was handing out new assignments. And he stared at me! Oh his name is Sam, and he was staring at me dreamly!!!!!!!!!!!
It was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cooooooooooooooool!
I am SO SORRY! It had to be lonfer so yeah!
It was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cooooooooooooooool!
I am SO SORRY! It had to be lonfer so yeah!
