Look Into My Eyes ((Private))

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    The sun was soon to set, and the heat was very useful. Here in California, everything in the world is sacred, and the people who live there need to use the sacred items. Life would be more fun, if everything was on demand. “I want this!” “No, I want this!” “This wouldn’t hurt.” But the Earth wasn’t created to have situations like that. Usually, when kids wanted to do something that they want, they do it, and see if anything would happen if they did. Some kids liked to have fun, some kids study, and some like to be themselves.


    Hazel sat down on the branch of a pine tree, the wind bristling in his brown hair. He slowly sighed, missing out all the fun he could be having. All his friends were at the ice cream shop, like always, and all the cool kids are at the basketball courts. All the losers are at home playing, “Nerds Unite!” But Hazel was different to not do one of these things, he likes to sit outside, and let the wind be his music. Nothing could be better. He thought. A bird flew off one of the higher trees and onto Hazel.


    “I think I will name you, Bluestar!” Hazel said. He named the bird after his favorite character in a book. Hazel liked to read, and so does his mother. His mother is sweet, and she could accept the fact that Hazel is a bit weird. He is failing school, and all his friends don’t know enough about him to make fun of him. He just entered high school, and he is meeting lots of new people. Some of his friends are unique, some are really popular, and some are insane. If only he could be himself, that’s his biggest dream.


    ((This is 300 words, and all 3 paragraphs have 100 words. If you want to post here, you must write at least 300 words.))

    Tara is a girl who loves to read, write and sing. she is always humming or writing something. when she goes somewhere, she usually has a book with her. No one really understands her. Everyone thinks she is weird. She would usually ignore them when they called her names, but sometimes they would cross the line and make her cry. Her mother loves to sing and her father writes books for her. she tells him to publish them but he thinks they will tell him they arnt good and he should give up his dream.


    Tara was walking through the park reading Twilight from the Warriors series. she never stops reading them when she starts. so. she was walking and she heard this boy talking she looked up and kept walking. then she looked down again and started reading. she sat down on the bench that is next to his and kept reading. she was into the book. she was humming but she didnt notice. then she stopped and looked around. her bllue eyes looking around her surroundings.


    Then she looked over and say Hazel, "Hello." she said. her book still in her hand. he looked down and marked her page. "DO you like to read?" she asked. "Sorry if i am asking too many questions. My name is Tara. Whats yours?"


    ooc. I have no idea how many words i wrote....

    Hazel looked up at Tara’s eyes. Actually, he looked down. He was in a tree, and she was in the bench next to it. Bluestar flew down onto the bench, which Tara was sitting on. Oh, hi. I’m Hazel. What book are you reading.” He said, turning his legs so it would face the sun. He lay his head on the main part of the tree. It was uncomfortable to his neck and head, but he was used to it. He sighed, then started to hum to the wind again. The wind was getting stronger and stronger by the minute.

    ((Remember, at least 100 words a post. And always capitalize the first letter of the alphabet.))


    "I have read that. I read all of them." Hazel said, looking back at the bird. Oh, Bluestar, why did he have to die? Hazel started to cry a bit. "I guess I am really sensitive about those books, there is so many deaths. I’m sorry if I am embarrassing you. You can walk away, I’m a little weird.” He admitted, being honest. Bluestar chirped and flew back onto Hazel. He landed on his head, and peck the tree. “Silly Bluestar! You aren’t a pecking bird of a name I don’t know!” Hazel sighed, and leaned against the pine tree.