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sigh...im reposting it again but somehow my question was reported. did anybody read my other question? can you tell me what everyone said? lol were the comments nice? i didnt get to see it so im kinda pissed... but..here it is..
random paragraph #1
My eyes opened slowly but surely and I can tell they were probably bloodshot. The pale light that shone from the glistening sun was the first thing my stony gray eyes captured this gloomy Monday morning. I sat up tirelessly, almost not even wanting to get out of this bed. It was something like my safe haven. It shielded me from everything, as well as provided me with comfort and warmth most of all. I rubbed my eye, trying my best to fend off sleep along with my steady, stubborn depression. I peered over at my clock and sighed heavily. My body begged me to lie back down repeatedly and I almost surrendered to the soft security of dreamland, but my guardian banged on my door forcing me to decide otherwise and fight the good fight like a man. I exhaled and cursed under my breath, knowing what I had to do.
random paragraph #2
After school, I went to my locker to pack up, although I didn’t really see the need to. I stood there, my locker ajar, thinking about the upcoming tests and whether or not I wanted to bring the required books mandatory for studying the complicated material. I didn’t really care for school. I was as unmotivated as a snail on a hot summer day. I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders. I then stuffed my school bag in my locker and closed it. Looks like I wasn’t gonna do any studying today…or any time soon.
I put on my black hoody and began walking towards the exit of the school. I opened the graffiti covered double doors and felt a cool autumn breeze flow through and around me. It felt so much better than being locked up in school. I walked away from the school and down the same side the football field was on. I heard laughing and hollering in the distance. I wondered who it was…
random paragraph #3
Laughter brewed about the classroom at Ashe’s sharp wit. I could tell Ashe was hugely popular with the girls among the school. I’m sure he was the envy among the guys. He was the quote unquote popular jock at school. He himself was a cliché, but weren’t there always a walking cliché at every high school? There were the awkward nerds, the airheaded cheerleaders, the artsy yet normal kids, the scary-skeptical-inhabitants-of-the-darkness Goths and finally the weird outcasts that banded together in order to survive the four years of high school in one piece. I didn’t know where I would fit in if I wasn’t apart of the “jock” scene now. I would most likely be with the weird, misunderstood outcasts, considering my bad outlook on life just a day ago. If it weren’t for Ashe, I would still be sour about the world, but he touched me and he renewed me. I felt as though I’ve been baptized.
random paragraph#4
That night, during the walk home, Ashe and I walked together as usual, side by side, faces to the ground with the silence haunting and harassing us, keeping our words reprehensible prisoners. The only sound that accompanied us was our sneakers clapping on the hard solid concrete beneath us. While we walked in this silence, I thought about my real parents and Joseph. Come to think of it, Joseph never told me about what happened to them. Whether they died or whether they just gave us up for adoption was another mystery I wanted so desperately to solve. I wanted to know why things were like it was. Was I unwanted? Was I the result of a date rape? Did my mother give me up because she couldn’t stand to have a product of someone who defiled her and stole her humanity? Or was my mother simply dead? Uninvited were all the thoughts that barged into my mind. They battered and bullied my brain. All I wanted was simple relief.
random paragraph#5
Chicks, chicks, chicks…Was that all he thought about? Was that the answer to life? I wasn’t surprised. By being a jock, you had to have an intense attraction and endless craving for females. That was just how it went and if that was truly the case, how come I lacked that intense attraction and endless craving? Was I just too mature and as Ashe said, “focused” to be hooked on girls? Was I just really shy? It couldn’t be that. My heart didn’t pound at all whenever I looked at or was with a girl. I was normal. So…what was wrong with me? I wasn’t too sure of what I should do. Maybe my body was just slow to react…
As I walked, I realized what I was saying in my mind. I realized now that…I didn’t seem to know myself. I was like a stranger…even to myself and not knowing yourself was the emptiest feeling ever to experience. I felt stupid for not even knowing who Silence Allei was. Who was he really? A shy yet kind-hearted person who wanted nothing but to make the ones he loved and cared for proud and happy? Or was he simply an insensitive and confused loner…a pathetic person who needed praise just to keep
pushing through life while searching for the answers of his very own? Who was I really?
End of paragraph...thanks again and byebye
yeah...sorry kate p the computer sometimes doesnt copy ALL the words. i know dumb right...? but yeah...i did put "on" in that sentence. lol so thanks for the advice.
random paragraph #1
My eyes opened slowly but surely and I can tell they were probably bloodshot. The pale light that shone from the glistening sun was the first thing my stony gray eyes captured this gloomy Monday morning. I sat up tirelessly, almost not even wanting to get out of this bed. It was something like my safe haven. It shielded me from everything, as well as provided me with comfort and warmth most of all. I rubbed my eye, trying my best to fend off sleep along with my steady, stubborn depression. I peered over at my clock and sighed heavily. My body begged me to lie back down repeatedly and I almost surrendered to the soft security of dreamland, but my guardian banged on my door forcing me to decide otherwise and fight the good fight like a man. I exhaled and cursed under my breath, knowing what I had to do.
random paragraph #2
After school, I went to my locker to pack up, although I didn’t really see the need to. I stood there, my locker ajar, thinking about the upcoming tests and whether or not I wanted to bring the required books mandatory for studying the complicated material. I didn’t really care for school. I was as unmotivated as a snail on a hot summer day. I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders. I then stuffed my school bag in my locker and closed it. Looks like I wasn’t gonna do any studying today…or any time soon.
I put on my black hoody and began walking towards the exit of the school. I opened the graffiti covered double doors and felt a cool autumn breeze flow through and around me. It felt so much better than being locked up in school. I walked away from the school and down the same side the football field was on. I heard laughing and hollering in the distance. I wondered who it was…
random paragraph #3
Laughter brewed about the classroom at Ashe’s sharp wit. I could tell Ashe was hugely popular with the girls among the school. I’m sure he was the envy among the guys. He was the quote unquote popular jock at school. He himself was a cliché, but weren’t there always a walking cliché at every high school? There were the awkward nerds, the airheaded cheerleaders, the artsy yet normal kids, the scary-skeptical-inhabitants-of-the-darkness Goths and finally the weird outcasts that banded together in order to survive the four years of high school in one piece. I didn’t know where I would fit in if I wasn’t apart of the “jock” scene now. I would most likely be with the weird, misunderstood outcasts, considering my bad outlook on life just a day ago. If it weren’t for Ashe, I would still be sour about the world, but he touched me and he renewed me. I felt as though I’ve been baptized.
random paragraph#4
That night, during the walk home, Ashe and I walked together as usual, side by side, faces to the ground with the silence haunting and harassing us, keeping our words reprehensible prisoners. The only sound that accompanied us was our sneakers clapping on the hard solid concrete beneath us. While we walked in this silence, I thought about my real parents and Joseph. Come to think of it, Joseph never told me about what happened to them. Whether they died or whether they just gave us up for adoption was another mystery I wanted so desperately to solve. I wanted to know why things were like it was. Was I unwanted? Was I the result of a date rape? Did my mother give me up because she couldn’t stand to have a product of someone who defiled her and stole her humanity? Or was my mother simply dead? Uninvited were all the thoughts that barged into my mind. They battered and bullied my brain. All I wanted was simple relief.
random paragraph#5
Chicks, chicks, chicks…Was that all he thought about? Was that the answer to life? I wasn’t surprised. By being a jock, you had to have an intense attraction and endless craving for females. That was just how it went and if that was truly the case, how come I lacked that intense attraction and endless craving? Was I just too mature and as Ashe said, “focused” to be hooked on girls? Was I just really shy? It couldn’t be that. My heart didn’t pound at all whenever I looked at or was with a girl. I was normal. So…what was wrong with me? I wasn’t too sure of what I should do. Maybe my body was just slow to react…
As I walked, I realized what I was saying in my mind. I realized now that…I didn’t seem to know myself. I was like a stranger…even to myself and not knowing yourself was the emptiest feeling ever to experience. I felt stupid for not even knowing who Silence Allei was. Who was he really? A shy yet kind-hearted person who wanted nothing but to make the ones he loved and cared for proud and happy? Or was he simply an insensitive and confused loner…a pathetic person who needed praise just to keep
pushing through life while searching for the answers of his very own? Who was I really?
End of paragraph...thanks again and byebye
yeah...sorry kate p the computer sometimes doesnt copy ALL the words. i know dumb right...? but yeah...i did put "on" in that sentence. lol so thanks for the advice.