He Chose Me (4)
Mr. Parkins didn't directly say anything but he just gave me a look.... I guess he was curious as to why I was so dreamy....
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Mr. Parkins didn't directly say anything but he just gave me a look.... I guess he was curious as to why I was so dreamy....
"Lucas. Lucas, give that back NOW. Kate gave me that!" I screamed, crying. Kate is my social worker, she had given me a picture of my mum and dad when they where married.
my grandfather lives on a ranch in Texas when I was little I loved going there to help feed the animals and just across the ranch's fences was a meadow full of wild horses I used to always sit on the...
I know after this many of you will tell me my mother does so much for me and is truly kind giving up all the things she has for me and blahblahblah......well im not exaggerating when i describe what...
Today I learnt the lesson of life. I was in my drama class and, like always, we began with reflecting upon one word. Today's word, life. "What does life mean?" he said.
Hello again. The condo thing for wi-fi was SO expensive.
I am an eighth grader--a middle schooler. But, I'm not a dumb one. I am NOT convinced that: -we have all found true love in our two week long "relationships" -our "relationships" are real.
Hey, I am busy writing a bit of an autobiography. I provide support for children of foster carers and as my mother fostered for a lot of years I am writing this for some of the young people.
"El. Look. My mothers' brought a guest!" I said. "Wait. But that's a guy no?" she asked. "El, you're right. Quick. Behind that curtain!" I whispered. They came in the kitchen holding hands.
To start off with she's been begging me to dress up and go to this party she's hosting.
day one hey guys. apparently I'm not aloud to talk to strangers....... screw that. ok maybe I won't give any 'personal information' out so just call me piclilly.
Everything written here is completely based on truth, but to keep identities of my family and friends safe I have changed the names. I have also added things which I thought to myself.
Sometimes I might post little blurbs that I write, guys. This one is in the point of view of a 15 year old boy named Matt. I covered my ears, trying to block out their screaming.
We always complain about our parents. They just cant win. They cant always get us everything we want. They might not always understand us. But I have a story to tell you.
Dear mother, I have a life. I have my own problems,pains and thoughts. My world is not about you even though it should be. I don't live to serve you I am not a servant or slave I am your daughter.