We're coming up on the end of the year
and a new horizon soars closer every day.
I don't want to leave this place,
yet every day I long to be gone.
This new place I'm heading is so frightening,
I'm not ready to go, but I should've been gone years ago.
I don't want to leave these people,
yet I'm so done with them.
I'm so scared of what high school will hold.
I'm scared of being away from these people I've come to know.
I am so, so frightened.
I suppose I'll just hold on for now.
The wind sings-
she gathers stories, whispering tales of people lost long ago.
she tells them to me
but I forget as soon as she is gone.
The creature peered out from behind a boulder. Its single red eye glinted in the moonlight. There was nothing but darkness where the other eye should’ve been.
Je suis un corbeau avec un plumage noir. J’aime les bijoux. J’aime aller au parc. Je vois une femme avec un collier. Je veux le collier.
Alors, je fondre sur elle et prendre le collier. Je suis un content corbeau!
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