"Free" essay - Lucas Smith

She had⁴ secretly been looking at him the whole week. The last couple of days, he had⁴ been looking back at her. She blushed¹¹ every time their eyes accidently met¹¹. He was⁵ sitting with his family, well; she thinks³ it is his family. She was⁵ sitting alone today. Her parents were⁵ out skiing, but she had⁴ hurt³ her knee, so she stayed¹¹ at the hotel. It was⁵ lunchtime and she sat¹¹ in a corner of the restaurant, and picked³ a little in her ordered³ salad. She looked³ up again and promised herself¹⁰ that she wouldn’t freak out over him. She gasped. He was looking even better than she remembered form 10 seconds ago. His half-long¹, black¹, curly¹ hair was looking absolutely perfect, and no movie star could do it better. The fact that his shirt was a little open at the top didn’t² help her concentrate on her food or looking away. He laughed at something, and, damn, he looked good smiling.  He most have noticed her staring, because he looked up and looked her in the eyes. She pulled herself together, and decided that she wouldn’t look down this time. But then he blinked at her! “He. Blinked. At. Me!” she thought. Her “don’t look down”-tactic fell into pieces, and she blushed and looked down. Then his big brother looked over at her, and smiled evilly to his younger brother and said something she didn’t hear. But she did hear him say: “AW! Don’t kick me!” She smiled a little, and the next 5 minutes she was very concentrated about catching some escaping peas on her plate.

Then she heard the legs of their chairs scrambling against the floor, and she got a little sad, which was ridicules, “I didn’t even know him” like she thought. She was determent not to look up when she heard them walk by.   

 The sad feeling came again, and she got angry with herself.  She was just about to stick a fork in her hand when she heard a voice close to her. “Hi, can I sit here?” She looked up, and there he was. “Ehh... Yeah, sure!” She stumbled across the words. He smiled a bit nervous, as he sat¹¹ down. “I’m Lucas by the way. Lucas Smith” “Monica Jones” she smiled. “What are you having?” he asked. “Am I the only person in this room who⁹ is stunned by his amazingly beautiful green eyes?” Monica gasped “Ehm..” “Damn it words! Come out of my mouth!” Monica thought angrily¹ at herself. “The chicken salad” she replied. He smiled a little and she couldn’t help it, she smiled too. He looked her in the eyes with his amazing eyes “You look pretty when you smile Monica Jones” he said and looked away blushing a little. “Thanks” she mumbled, blushed and looked down.  After about half an hour with a lot of mumbling, blushing and random questions, they were talking very good together. Without even noticing they had moved so close to each other that the table let them. It was too close for friends, and they both sat op when Lucas’⁶ big brother came down. “Haha, I see you’re still here Lucas. I’m surprised that you haven’t taken her to your room yet!” he blinked at her and laughed. Apparently Lucas had enough of his stupid brother. He stood up, and said with a voice cold as ice: “Why don’t you just jump in the ocean?” he was getting red in the head. Lucas’ brother just smiled and said: “I would, but the ocean is pretty far away.” Monica could see that Lucas was exploding. “YOU ARE⁵ JUST JEALOUS BECAUSE I AM TALKING TO A BEAUTIFUL, SMART AND AMAZING GIRL THAT I LIKE! You on the other hand always end up with those dumb bimbos” Lucas’ brother was silent. Monica smiled, he liked her! Lucas was still standing up and looking very mad at his brother. Still looking at his brother Lucas held his hand out and said: “Come on Monica, let’s go” She grabbed his hand, and they went outside. They went for a long walk, and talked for hours. When they came back to the hotel her parents called her, and told her to get back. They stopped by the door of her room. Without saying anything he touched her lips with two fingers, gave her a little note and went to his room. On the note was his number. They wrote together all night, and the next day they met for lunch. It became a routine for a couple of days. Then, one day Lucas seemed a bit depressed and sad. In a hug, she asked him why. “We are leaving in two days, and then I will never see you again” he sad and hold her even tighter. Monica was choked. Of course she knew the holiday wouldn’t least forever, but two days? She felt something wet on my shoulder, and realized that Lucas was crying. She wrapped her fingers in his hair. His hair was so soft, even softer than silk. She stood up on her toes, to kiss his cheek, but in the second he turned his head and kissed her on the lips. First it was gently, a little nervous, but when she kissed back the kiss got more intense. She both loved and hated that kiss. She loved that he was kissing me that way, and hated it, because she knew it was an early goodbye.

The next two days she got a lot of these kisses, and she got sadder and sadder, because she knew he was leaving.

They agreed that a direct breakup would be best, so they deleted each other’s numbers. The day came. They were together all day, talked, kissed and packed. At the end they couldn’t drag it longer. They were standing in the lobby, holding each other’s hands. “I don’t have any⁸ idea how I’m going to be without you” Lucas said sadly. She didn’t know either, but she had to let him go.  He took his bags and went out in the waiting car. He went away, looking out from the back of the car. She cried and waved after the car and shouting: “Lucas! I LOVE YOU!”

She went back to the hotel, and went straight to bed, even though it only was 3 o’clock pm. She cried in her sleep. She woke up by a noise from her cell phone, she had gotten a message. It said: “I’m sorry I didn’t delete your number… I love you too, of all my heart.” She stopped for a second and smiled, she hadn’t deleted his number either. She read along “Please don’t text me back, then I’ll just want to call you. I love you. Lucas.” Monica was sure, these⁷ feelings were love.

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I hope it wasn't to long - and if it is, live with it ;) Bye :D

A writhing exercise - The smells

The smells

He went through the door. He knew exactly what was waiting for him. He knew every smell in the mall, he had been there many times.  The smells in the big room created the most beautiful pictures, in his head, that he had ever seen. The sweet smell of perfume reminded him of his mother, which he had lost, last year. This was the best way to remember her. The smell of new baked bread that brought up the memories from his grandparents bakery He could recognize some of the workers he knew. Both of his friends, Matt and Alice, had they very own sent. The smell of the baby powder and cream, brought up the picture of his sisters sweet little baby.  

As he walked against the perfume department, he remembered the day before the accident. His sister just had the loveliest little baby, and he and his parents was visiting her and her husband on the hospital. On the way home it was very foggy. The father was driving the car, but he could barely see anything. His mother was sitting on the other front seat, and he sat right behind her. Then he heard the sound. The sound he was trying to forget, but still clung himself to. It was the sound of his mother screaming. She screamed by the look of the giant truck who was coming against their little car. He knew from the way she was screaming, that it was over, and she knew it to.

The next day he woke up in the hospital. He panicked. He couldn’t see his mother, or his father. He began to scream. At doctor calmed him down, and then he began to cry. He cried for days, because nothing was worth anything, they were gone. It wasn’t fair that his parents were dead, and he only got a handicap! His sister came and cried with him. He inculcated her smell, and promised himself that he would never forget that smell.

He was standing at his favorite perfume stand. There was the smells of his sister and mother. He could stand there forever and look at his own memories. Matt passed him. “Hey” he said. Matt started laughing, “I can never trick you, can I? I hope I can surprise you some day”. “That will never happen, I know you too well Matt” he said and smiled. “I guess you’re right. Well I better get back to work. See you around!” He heard Matt’s shoes against the floor, heading the opposite direction. ‘See you around’ was their little private joke that nobody understood, except for them. He went to the flower shop. He wanted to buy some flowers to his mother’s tombstone, after all, it was her birthday. He went around in the shop looking for her mother’s favorite flowers, white lilies. Just before he got to them an assistant from the shop came over to him. “Excuse me, Sir. Can I help you finding anything?” she asked. “No thanks” he answered, “I’m just looking around.” He could hear on the assistant that she was confused, and he smiled. He got his flowers, and went out in the street again, with a little smile on his lips.

This was my story, I hope that it wasn't to long :)

5 facts I find interesting from the film; "Bowling for Columbine"

Hey there :D

In english class we saw the movie "Bowling for Columbine" and today our teacher wants us to write down 5 things we find interesting. I'm not sure if it's in order, but whatever :D
So here we go, my 5 things.

1. The fist thing I find interesting is what happends in the bank at the start of the movie. I find it wierd that just by opening a bankaccount you can get a gun. I think it's good that the bank do a bagrund check, but it is still crazy!

2.  In Canada there is abot 7 million guns in 10 million homes. That is very many guns! This fact is actually related to fact number 3.

3. In Canada there's not very many gun murderes every year. Compared to over 30,000 gun kills in the USA every year. I would rather live in Canada ;D

4. There is not many people (if not NO ONE!?) in Canada who locks there door when they leave the house, our just is home. In the USA everybody locks there door, even if ther're just home. Talk about paranoia there?

5. The youngest school shooting ever was a 6 year old boy who brought his uncles gun to school, and shot a girl classmade, and she died :'(


That was my 5 facts ^^ So I'm going to saw once again....

BWAAAY :D

5 Facts

Hellow, just uploaded some pictures, so now i better get to the homework ^^

• Different estimates suggest that there are between 192 million and 250 million guns in the USA. Of these, 65 million are handguns.

Omg! between 192 and 250 MILLIONS?! That's crazy! I think it shows how many Americans that actually own a gun. Wow...

• There were, on average, more than 30,000 deaths from gun violence each year during the 1990s.

30,000 deaths every year. The number seems SO high when you hear it, but when you think about it, it's only a small part of all the americans dying every year.

• During the whole of the 20th century, the federal government enacted only eight laws regulating firearms nationwide.

Only eight laws to make sure that everybody's more secure? That is not very much..

• An African American male under 30 years old was nearly nine times more likely to be murdered than a white male in the same age group.

Wow, that's.. Wow. I think that the numbers are like they are, maybe because of racism.

• In 1998, women were 100 times more likely to be murdered with a handgun than use a handgun to kill in self defence.

Now that makes sence to me. Of couse womens are more scared of guns, it's a man thing. I think I would have the same odds, because I would be to scared both of the robber (or what it would be) and of the gun to even think of using it.

That was the homework :D

BWAAAY! :D

Scotland - Yayness :D

I finally got the pictures from Scotland on my computer, so here is some of the pictures :D

 Me in the bus, not that pretty xD

 Small kinds in school uniforms - thank god it isn't me :D

 My dad is to tall for the metro - lol :D

 "The Chippy" Where we had Fish'n'chips. It was A-MA-ZING! :D

 Me in the something-something-something-tea-room-thingey xD - and yes! I had tea :D (proud!)

Giant cake and giant coffe :O

 My parents :D

 Kilts (*-*) My mom wanted to bye me one for girl, thanks, but NO THANKS! :D

 It's like they don't HAVE trashcans in Glasgow :S

 Teh Cutetz Cupcakez In Da Worldz (Translated = The cutest cupcake in the world! :D )

 Welcome to the candyshop, yes indeed! It was SO crazy. A miricale there isn't more fat people xD

 Hey, stop taking pictures of me! D:< Wait, i took that myself xD Woops ^^

 A very, very, VERY long walking-thingey xD There is the "thingey" again! :D

I can't see the show, but Charlie McDonnell (charlieissocoollike on youtube) likes, so i hat to get a picture :D

That's all for now :D

BWAAAY :D

I *Heart* Nena

Hi everyone! :D

I'm bored, and just finished english class ^^

So, in pure randomness:

I LOVE NENA!

She is my best friend in the HOOOOLE WIDE WORLD!
*blink blink*

Hehe.

Sorry for the random boredom :D

BWAAY! :D

Gun Control - Questions

Hello :D


Here is my questions for the gun control text. I know it's a bit (very) late, but my internet and blog, firetrucked up, and wouldn't let me upload my questions, wich sucks ^^


But here they are :D

1. What is the name of the girl/woman?
2. Where does she work?
3. How is her experience with gunshop owners?
4. Where is she from, and where does she lives now?
5. How did her sister, Cate, die?
6. Why did she move ?
7. How was the gun laws diffrent from Alabama in Massachusetts?
8. Who did she look forward to vote for?
9. Why was she disappointed
10. How is the gun laws in New Jersey?

Okay, that was it.
                          BYE :D