The Way, I See, things is that everyone gets spoiled everyone get something that they love in life and hold onto for the rest of it. What I hold onto is nature. I love it it's unpredictable and it's amazing. Beautiful in every way possible. Exquisite with belief. Charming. And erratic sometimes. Compulsive and unforgivable. But most of all I can't insult you, but can't talk it shows. It shows you how you can live your life, a different state of mind in a different world which you will love. Which I would love.
The meaning of nature is simply to find how people live in expressed their ways for caring for the Earth. The ways people realise that nothing is to be taken for granted anymore. Everything so serious as it seems. Betrayal ignorance. Nothing like that exists in nature. It's all freedom, love care beauty. Exploring adventure mines caves, animals sounds textures beauty, beneath what we find is amazing.
What I do when I'm bored as I run out into my garden on the balcony of the roof near where are used to lay every morning and every night crying my eyes out when you were more bothered to find me . Are used to be that bad even used to bully me when I was only five. Five year old running onto a rooftop contemplating whether she would jump off or not! Stressful time is my mother was so horrible to me my father, would you sit down and watch. I thought that at least one of them would help me, but no! I really wish I had jumped off!
But now look at me I'm only like 10 years older now and well I've actually got a pretty sweet life but it's not the best I could've had better I want but no nothing I just want you have to make it happen and that's what I'm going to do .
I want a better life for me. I want to live up to my parents expectations, but I don't know how to do that. I barely know my parents to know what they want from me. I need to know but they wont let me see my siblings either cause I'm a bad influence! and if I'm being honest, I don't ever think I will meet their expectations. They're too high to above and beyond.
The sky was light outside, but the lightness where you could barely see the moon . The Sun is bright shining through my window as I lifted my head and realised that this was going to be another tragic day. Are you on stretch my arms up and pushed away all my fluffy, warm and comfortable blankets. My giant duvet refused to move so I had to kick it off me, releasing all the warm air from around me, and filling me with coldness to the point where I began to shiver. The day I felt was going to be a good day. Maybe even better day than yesterday's. If that's even possible.
I lifted my body, heavy weighted , I slouched over to wear. My school uniform was and grabbed it. I was so tired that I completely missed everything and just knocked it onto the floor. I was tired really tired. I was cold really cold. I was happy but not really happy. I felt as if today was going to be one of those days where you are cold every moment, but when you finally get happy it destroys it. Coldness destroyed it.
I reach to grab my school uniform. I chucked it over my shoulder and slump back into my bed.
Expecting Mum to come in saying that I need to get up I need to get ready. Oh my sister to come in saying that I have to get up otherwise she will drag me out of bed by my feet. Even though she's half the size and age of me. It's pretty funny.
No one came. No one came up to say that I had to get up. No one came no sound no nothing, maybe it was an inset day. That would be amazing. Everyone slept in.
I look up at my alarm clock , it's not really an alarm clock because it doesn't go off it just says the time, which is useful to me, because no alarm would wake me up. Anyway, I looked over at my Clock and I saw the time.
I was completely paralysed . I couldn't move. What would I do?
The time oh no, the time ! It was already 11 am, and I was so late for school. I thought slipped into my mind. Unless, it said, unless you just skip?? This thought spiralled round my mind for a few moments. I didn't know whether to take an opportunity where I can finally skips go and have a me day. Or I will go to school, thinking that no one was there at me when I come in late. Or when Miss ask you why are you late and she said it's not a good enough excuse. Or sir. Or when they say
' I'm going to be calling your mother to make sure that you have actually done this, and not decided that you were trying to not go to school!'
Then they call your parents in your in loads of trouble. But this one time miss said that. Oh, it was going to be an explosion. She said these exact words.
" I am going to be calling your mother and asking her if you really did get stuck in traffic!"
Here's the thing , Michael doesn't have a mum! His mum died a few weeks ago and miss has just said about his mother.
I looked around to try and see Michael, but he ran out the room . He ran as fast as he could, and he left school. His father didn't care he had an excuse and that's all I needed.
That's all I need and I've got an excuse so I've got an excuse alright .
It will be that I felt slightly sick, and then my stomach started playing up. Or that I realise the time and there was no point of me going to school because school would only be over in a few hours, and there was no single point, and I had no way to get there.
My mother says never take public transport, and I am not going to do that .
It's really really embarrassing to be honest, and if I'm fully honest with this, I don't like it . All those random people, just standing by you watching looking around and then there's that one person just watching you. Watching all the young people that come onto the bus. Watching every single good-looking person. I can say I'm good looking. Because to be honest, my beauty is outstanding. Well. I believe my friends when they say that to me anyway. They say they time outstandingly elegant. The most beautiful thing they've seen. Astonishing, magnificent.
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