I once knew

Normal 0 An interview with Arzallie…

(Pronunciation, Arzallee)

     Me: So, Arzallie, you were how old? Five when this all happened, right?

     Ary: Actually I prefer to be called, Ary, and yes I was five.

     Me: Ary, can you describe what happened that morning in minimum detail? So we don’t give any thing away to the reader.

Part 1
If given the chance, if given the chance
If given the chance, I’m sure it would work
We don’t talk alike, but I’m sure I can change
We don’t think alike, but I’m sure I’ll fix that.
We don’t like things alike, but I’m sure I’ll learn.
We don’t look alike—now that may be a problem.
But I’m sure, if given the chance, we’ll get around it.
If given the chance, if given the chance,
If given the chance, could I be like you?
Part 2
On further reflection
I realize how crazy I sound.
On further reflection

A minute later another man came in to retrieve Brynt's papers, and Greyson was left alone again, in the same position he had been in for hours.

Another hour passed before the door opened again. Cliff stepped in, a half-apologetic, half-patronizing smile on his face.

“I'm sorry, Mr. Marrick. You were forgotten. Please, follow me.”

“No.”

“Excuse me, Mr. Marrick?” Cliff looked at him curiously.

*something I wrote for school*

I write to confuse you through a mix of feelings


Time fly's by
like a bird in the sky.
Before there was Darkness
Now friendship and happiness.
Clear is the sky , But the summer will pass
Winter will come with its cold glass.
The rain Drive
The sky will pour
But I Will be your Friend
Forevermore!

                  The recipe for friendship                      
Friendship is like delicious batter
But it doesn't taste good at first. if you don't put the main ingredient in the hole thing will burst. LOVE! is the main ingredient that holds all together, hope makes it rise, happiness make's it sweet but with out the main ingredient The batter is just not complete.

 

     Derek dove into the limousine. "Push over, Diego," he said to a boy his age. "We need to get out of here fast, before the police find out they're needed."

   The faint wail of sirens sped them up. The leader jumped into the driver's seat, buckled hastily, and started the vehicle. He jammed down on the accelerator and they sped away.

  The jostling and bumping soon awoke Dominica, and she heard the wail of sirens get louder. Then the limousine stopped.

  "Your license please," came a commanding voice.

Dearest Ariela,

  How are you and everybody? Has Johnathan returned from his visit yet?