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the girl looked around her new luxurious home. so much different from the orphanage she used to live in. It was big, fancy, empty and beyond many levels, very lonely. she looked up to the man and woman on either side of her with big eyes. "Well, do you like it?" Her new parents asked expectantly. the girl simply shook her head no. she wasn't made for such a life of luxury. she didn't fit in this life.
alumni... Ah... I will be one some day... in just over a year... yes... technically i am one... from middle school anyways... i guess you could say i was alumni of many things.... oh well, you get the idea.
He didn't have much, but integrity he did. He took pride in it, and you could tell. That was his integrity.
Determined he was, the little bugger. He just wouldn't leave me alone. I'd shoo him away, even threaten to kill him, coming very close to doing just that on more than one occasion, but yet he persisted. "Damn you, you stupid fly!" I yelled, finally getting up from my seat with rolled up magazine in hand, chasing him down. It was a long, grueling battle, but eventually I won, being more determined than him.
we lay connected, having waited so long for this moment to come, wishing it'd never come to an end. we were one, he and I. the simple words that slip from my lips binding it. "I love you." And then I was his, as he was mine, our souls intertwined, connected for eternity.
some think strength is the physical ability to move something, lift something, break something... They don't see past the outer layer. strength, on a different plane, is more. it's being able to hold up under mental, and emotional stress. And on a molecular level, it's a beautiful work of art as the body works together, cells, blood, muscle, bone. strength is many things, and to have it is a wonderful quality that not everyone has both sides of.
I laid there with him, curled up next to his side, his warmth radiating into me. We both stared up at the starry galaxy before us, knowing that it was never ending, and no one knew what it held. I thought to myself, "This is how I feel about him..." and to this very day, seventy years later, I still know it as true.
The boy looked across the room, catching the eye of the new student, a girl. He flashed a smile, expecting the usual response, a quick, shy smile in return, perhaps attached with a fluttery giggle. Not what he got, no. In fact, what he got was much harsher. The girl was beautiful no doubt, but she returned his boyish grin with a glare of intense, coal rimmed eyes. Needless to say, his ego got the worst stab from her glare, and was bruised the rest of the day. He'd never felt this before... Maybe she was different.
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