Once upon a time there was a girl who lurked with beauty, and smiles, never frown. Yes she was a princess, Far Far Away. Now in the magic world you never know who is what or what is who, things are usually complicated. Know I know most princess need a prince, but princess Nichole HillarieIII. She believed she didn’t need anyone for love in the case no one to help her with the thrown.
She would go to the city visiting the less fortunate, giving coins when she can to people who need it. Games to the children, dress up clothes for the girls and their crazy sleep over’s. Little did she know a handsome man would watch her beauty flow through the air, he would smile drop everything several times. The young man was named Jonathan, he had nice black hair which slicked back, he was about 6’0 foot, great structure slender, smile of an angel. Just one thing he was a man, good with his hands, made piano’s, violins, guitars, drums, also vocals of a goddess. But don’t worry this don’t end in a musical.
He thought because he wasn’t royal that she would never lay eyes on him, nor take the time to even talk to him, but even though t he truly loved her, he knew he wouldn’t have a chance. Well on day he was working on a violin which needed tuning, the bell on the door rings which means someone has arrived. He waited for a call or anything, and then he heard.”Oh Hello” she said with a soft voice “Hello is anyone here? He didn’t know if he should answer he knew it was her. He jumps, Jonathan calls out “um yes I’ll be right their”. He walked in with overalls, hair slicked backed, white muscle shirt, black smudges from the tuning oil and black paint from the piano he painted before that. He was so nervous, the girl he loved was 5 feet away and she didn’t even know his name.” Hi Johnathan”. He replies “Hi? Well I guesss she does.”how did you know my name?”She giggles” I know everyone’s name in Far Far Away.””And plus it’s on your name tag.”’oh yeah that.””well how can I help you today princess?””well I would like to have a piano,well a white one.”He laughs a white one?” “yes but it will take about 2-3weeks”. She frowns “ok, sounds googd oh! Can you also give me a music book please.””I’ll deliever it to you,then”
Friday, December 10, 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Assignment #18 My poem
What's wrong with our hearts? We say we love someone but leave and find a other,
To tell you the truth i'd rather not fall in love until I can handle it,
Just as Mr. Leah said happiness is just like a stick one ends
Happiness and the other is sadness, and no matter
how many times you take off the sadness
it's always going to be their. Which
Sucks! Now it doesn't mean
Be a scab to everyone
you meet but just
be Cautious.
Being 16
And pure is
what I am, and
Hope to keep it that
way. Until that Prince comes
around and knows how to carry such
fragile thing, and until then my flower shell not
Bloom, and in some ways it's funny how god likes to show
us our life lessons through others pain, Young and Reckless is how I
Explain it. You may have hurt many but it's safe then sorry in this game. Now
You are not selfish oh no, just not settle, your like an ocean through the day wishing
washing around, and one day you will be settle. You have not found the golden heart, Just
foolish, fake golden eggs. Foolish, hearts don't ever shine as bright as those who live in the stars.
To tell you the truth i'd rather not fall in love until I can handle it,
Just as Mr. Leah said happiness is just like a stick one ends
Happiness and the other is sadness, and no matter
how many times you take off the sadness
it's always going to be their. Which
Sucks! Now it doesn't mean
Be a scab to everyone
you meet but just
be Cautious.
Being 16
And pure is
what I am, and
Hope to keep it that
way. Until that Prince comes
around and knows how to carry such
fragile thing, and until then my flower shell not
Bloom, and in some ways it's funny how god likes to show
us our life lessons through others pain, Young and Reckless is how I
Explain it. You may have hurt many but it's safe then sorry in this game. Now
You are not selfish oh no, just not settle, your like an ocean through the day wishing
washing around, and one day you will be settle. You have not found the golden heart, Just
foolish, fake golden eggs. Foolish, hearts don't ever shine as bright as those who live in the stars.
Assignment #17
The Movie Smoke Signals is a movie that caught my eye, immediately caught my because of the humor. The most thing that caught my eye was Thomas he was a bright young man who always had a smile on his face, not only that he could never stop talking. His friend Victor was a man of strength and he also has a story of his words. They were friend a weird pair I might say. Thomas was a young man who lost his parents in a fire at a young age, so he appreciated Victor’s father.
The Victor was a different story his father use to hit him, and his mom he always drank and messed up most of the time, a long after that he left him and his mother. The movie plays a part of everyone has their own tale of any kind of story. When the father left Victor was crushed but lived on with his life. One day he comes home and the mom has told him his father died, and wanted to see if he would go get the remains and the truck. He was in Arizona, but the thing was Victor didn’t have the money for that he was broke,
Thomas a generous as he is ask Victor if he could help out with the money but that he would have to go with him. So they went on their journey. The movie showed character in the nation of Indian people, which was great; they had their own life, freedom and taste. The story sets of with tales, or lies. It also touched me when Victor found truth on this trip, that his father wanted to go back, and that he did love him he found to see that what known as his father wasn’t real, it’s only what he thought. That his father just had to get away from is present and face the future he had so many thoughts and nightmares that were haunting him. This story explained to me that people do everything for a reason, and nothing more and that forgiveness just always have a voice.
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