The Boy In Striped Pyjamas
Imagine dying at the age of nine. Never having your tenth birthday. Never experiancing year five, secondary school. Imagine dying like he did. You died trying to help somebody.
Hi i am a swimmer! I am twelve and love reading and stories. Also a Hunger Games fan!
Imagine dying at the age of nine. Never having your tenth birthday. Never experiancing year five, secondary school. Imagine dying like he did. You died trying to help somebody.
Brrrrrrrr!.
All the people watching Waiting nervously Before the race The athletes getting ready Already sweat gathering on there brows The referee says get ready The athletes warm up The spectators...
As I sit there and stare into the cold blank air. I smile nervously at the person sitting opposite me. My palms start to get sweaty,adjusting my hair. Moving around in my seat.
As I lie here thinking, texting I think of what has happened so far in my life. I think of all my friends some that have turned evil and wicked.
As I looked around today I saw so many happy faces. It made me feel so happy, maybe laugh. But the point is many other places some one could be crying there eyes out.
How did things get there names?.
Homework is a pain What do you gain. Yes maybe you learn A thing or two But don't we do enough already Six hours of hell in school Lots of boring teachers Blabbing on about something I don't care.
As I pound up and down Swimming,swimming I think where else I could be I swim front crawl back and breast But still want something more Something exciting When will it happen All ways the same...
When your eyes get heavy And you start to get cosy Snuggling down Maybe a yawn here And there But finally the sudden zzz....
I am not saying that reading this is useless cause it's not. It's a life lesson to everyone out there. A fantastic one. Don't be fooled by the name. This has just been 30 secs of your life wasted....
Ask me a question you don't know me..
It wasn't my fault that Bambi died. She was only a puppy. We were strolling down the hill merrily, Bambi at my heels.
She drives me up the wall Then down the hall She can be a real pain Just like our noisy lane But she can be nice Or just give me lice..
I hate Monday's one because there a pain from waking yourself up from the weekend , two having to go to school for five days and three waking up at five for training..