Stan Termini
Mr. Crooke
Senior Project
March 5 2007
What are the conditions that will lead to your success after high school?
My future lies in my hands and it's up to me to make the best of it, if I want to succeed then I will and with outstanding grades. To make something of my self in the future then I need to be myself and not act like someone I’m not and graduate high school with a diploma. This year I have worked harder than I ever have, I will continue to work hard to prove myself to colleges teachers and to my self. I can go to college and I plan to.
This year I have succeeded in earning A's and B's, I couldn’t be prouder of my self-achievement and will to succeed. I told myself this year that I should have worked harder the past three years and if I did then this year I would have passed the year with a 3.0 to a 4.0. It’s not always easy to succeed in school especially if there is nothing to drive your successe. Like me I started the beginning of this year and for that I thank myself for I could have been in a deeper whole and maybe unable to graduate. The progress that I have shown had had teaches complementing me for my change in the way I proceve my education and my future.
My senior project has a goal to it; it’s to learn what it means to be a good Architect. When I’m done my senior project then I will be able to go on to college and be and architect and live a happy yet successful life.
When I graduate high school in June I will be headed down to Pittsburgh and do what I want for the summer. I won’t have to worry about what will happen next year, for a few months. But before that I blow the judges away with my amazing speech that I will give for the senior project. Knowing that high school is almost over I will do better to be able to leave with confidence that I will and can succeed in the real world.
Monday, March 5, 2007
Friday, March 2, 2007
The Unexpected…
Counting pebbles on the ground waiting for Michael to comeback from getting the water, Jeremiah felt drops of raindrops falling on his head. Getting up he got his package and pulled out a cloak to shield him from the chill of the rain. Time passed and the sun was setting, by this time the rain was steadily falling on the ground. Getting up he fastened his cloak at the neck. Leaving the campsite he heard a rush of wind above. Angling his head up toward the sky, squinting through the rain falling on his face he saw a creature of great mass flying low. Not able to see what the massive creature looked like, Jeremiah started too jog at a steady speed toward the direction of the creatures destination. Plunging in to puddles and soggy grass he feared that Michael might be in trouble. Coming to the edge of a thick forest Jeremiah, found no entrance in. How Michele got in here is a mystery to me.
Stepping backwards, Jeremiah closed his eyes and cleared his mind looking deep with in his mind he found the source of magic. Behind a glass like case the magic flowed and swirled. Raising his hands sparks of light flowed from one hand to the other; bending his knees he drew back his hands, now engulfed in blue light and flaring electrical currents. Allowing the energy to flow halfway up his arms he trusted his hands forward letting go. Magic-Users powers were much more difficult then the powers of an Angles. The Magic-Users had to free the magic with their mind and then it could keep flowing through their body until there was no more need for it. The magic drains the Magic-Users and so it not possible to harness it for long. The more practice the magic-users uses the magic the longer its producer can hold on to it.
Before he opened his eyes, he could hear the crashing of massive trees creating an opening in to the forest. Taking a leap forward he became light footed and flew trough the broken tree bark and limbs still having the excesses of blue energy. When entering the prison like forest, Jeremiah could see nothing but trees rocks and rodent-like creatures securing from the rain that was falling from the opening that had just been created.
“Michael! Are you out there” cried Jeremiah hearing his own voice vertebrate through the woods. Not watching where he was stepping, he stepped in to a ditch. Light shone on his hand allowing him to see where he was. What looked to him was an imprint of a massive creature. Fearing for Michael, Jeremiah started to run through the forest hearing big pounding noises far a head of him. He dug in to his magic and in seconds he was running at incredible speed. Not thinking of the trees that were ahead of him he took his sword out of his sheath and with lighting speed he cut the branches out of his way crating a path. Getting closer he could feel the vibrations of what deeper in the forest.
Stopping at a ledge, he looked over a massive gorge looking across he saw only trees and darkness covering all that could be seen. Still looking over the ledge he stood at he saw the trees part and through them came a figure. Focusing on the figure he saw that it was Michael. Getting excited that he was safe he called out. “Michael! Michael!” Not getting an answer from him he saw that he was too faraway from him to hear him.
Jeremiah knew that the gorge was too deep and wide from him to jump the distance of it. Passing back and forth looking for a week spot he was not paying attention on Michael. A scream could be heard from a distance. With quick reflexes Jeremiah turned to see if Michael was ok. Seeing a massive dragon in his place, he got scared. Jeremiah knew that shooting a lighting bolt at the dragon was not going to disable him but it would stun him. He was right the dragon turned.
“Come and get me, you big oaf,” hollered Jeremiah. Digging it feet in to the ground the dragon spread its massive wings leaping in to the air, spanning great distance at enormous speed. Jeremiah stood still and was prepared to face this massive creature no matter what the cost. Flying toward him, Jeremiah crouched down clenched his fists and sucking energy from around him, creating force between him and the ground, he leaped in to the air just dodging the dragons attack. Crashing in to the ground derbies flew every which way.
Looking down at the dragon from a high distance was amazing for Jeremiah; he had never jumped this high before. From where he sustained altitude he could see over the canopy of trees. Wrestling to get out, Jeremiah saw that the creator was a dragon. Jeremiah decided that now was a good time to make his move. Breaking his altitude he grabbed the energy and through ice daggers at it. The daggers flew straight at the dragon. Thinking that this was going to further help Jeremiah, he didn’t let up on his ice throwing. When thinking that the dragon had, had enough, Jeremiah stopped, waiting a minute to see if an attack would come from the dragon. Nothing moved except dust and rain lightly falling, turning in the air to the direction that Michael had fallen.
“Why! God, why! He was my only son, and a good kid. How could you let this happen? We did everything right.” Tears falling down his face making his sight blurry. In deep thought about the loss of his son, he wasn't aware that the dragon had gotten up. Taking a deep breath, flames of fire and light lit up in the dragon’s mouth. The dragon’s blast hit Jeremiah Square in the back sending him falling, unable to recover in time it sent him falling into the Never-ending Darkness.
Jeremiah’s saw everything doing black. Falling he could see the dragon peer at him over the ledge. Growing smaller and smaller till everything was gone and nothing could be seen. What seemed like forever of falling? Hoping that he would stop falling he closed his eyes and tried to get to his magic but it was being blocked by darkness that covered his mind. Only able to think of what his wife, and what she would do when she found out that both her husband and son fell in to the Never-ending Darkness. Knowing his wife she would go to God and ask him to bring them back, knowing that God had the power to do that. Flashes of what was a great life flew through his mind. 200 years of what could be considered a good life slide showed though his mind.
Crash! Hitting a surface with such force that knocked the wind out of him, eyes slowly opening tears rolling down his face with pain. It took Jeremiah a few minutes to get his breath back slowly getting up and looking around. Nothing could be seen. He put his hand in front of his face and all he could see was blackness.
“Is any one out there!” he yelled. All he heard was an eco that came reverberating ten times louder. Taking a step forward his foot hit what felt like solid ground. Bending down to feel what it was that he was standing on, it felt like sand but slipped out of his hand like water. Not sure that this was he stood up and enclosed him self in his mind. Searching for the magic that once stood out like a sore thumb. Every second of trying to get to it, it seemed to get farther and farther out of reach.
Like a whisper he heard a voice. Not making-out what was being said he ignored it was he thought that it was all in his head, after all in the last day and a half he had not experienced so much at once, except back in his childhood when he was a child Michaels age during the war last few years of the war. He liked the adventure that had long escaped him. But now that it had come to him he wished it had not.
“Father” he heard the voice again but louder and could make it out; Jeremiah thinking to him self that he was making the voice up for the loss of his son that he missed so much. Lifting his head up gazing in to the darkness he saw a light far off in the distance. He started to walk toward the light. Halting with suddenness he thought back when he was a child; remembering when his grandmother told him sorties of a black pit, saying that if ever trapped in the darkness that there was no way out and to keep away from the light, thinking that it might be possible to take off and somehow get to safety. Trying to feel where he was going even thought that it was inevitable, his sword at his side clanking with his steady pace of running for his life. He dared not look back for he knew that what his grandmother told him about how the light was the league of dark angels sent out on Lucifer’s order to recruit Angles and Magic-users to the ways of the Dark side. Daring not to turn his head, he did to see how far he had gotten from the light. In the distance the light looked like it got closer, closing on him faster then he had anticipated.
His heart beating faster and faster, he started to loose his pace and fell back slowing down. Tripping over his feet, making it harder for him to run. Without warning he tripped and fell; falling, not hitting anything, he wasn’t sure if he was falling down or just didn’t hit a surface yet, since he couldn’t see anything.
“Father, is that you?” said the voice as clear as is It came from someone next to him.
“Son is that you? Where are you? I can’t see you but I can here you?” hollered Jeremiah, franticly turning his head and thrashing his hand side to side to find where the source of the voice was coming from.
“I’m scared, I can’t see a thing, where are you? Michael said with a quivering voice.
“I’m in what I think to be some place that I was once told that Lucifer’s henchmen looked for White Angles and Magic-users and he turns them to the side of darkness.” Jeremiah said with confidence and anger, how could he let his son end up where all races feared? His job was to keep him safe to protect him for as long as a father could and he failed at that.
“Dad it’s not your fault, its mind, I should have come right back to the camp site and not dillydallied. Where are you I can’t see a thing but a light.”
“As a father I have not done what I needed to do to keep you safe, if your mother knew what I did she would have killed me.” Jeremiah said closing his eyes. “Where are you? Can you use your magic?”
“I don’t know I haven’t tried; have you? Michael replied trying to summon his magic.
“I tried and had no luck, for some reason I could see it but it was unreachable no matter how hard I tried, and the harder I did it just got further beyond my reach.” Saying this chilled him to the bone. He had always been able to reach his magic whenever he wanted and not to be able reach it disturbed him. Having thought the problem through and possible solutions Jeremiah sat down of the surface he stood on, closed his eyes and took the meditation pose he was thought to as a young child by his mother. Enclosing him self within his mind he blocked out all that was around him and focused on his sons safety and getting both of them out this wretched place, diving deep in to his mind surpassing time and physical form and taking his sprit form.
The second chapter in the book
The Angle that fell from Heaven
Stepping backwards, Jeremiah closed his eyes and cleared his mind looking deep with in his mind he found the source of magic. Behind a glass like case the magic flowed and swirled. Raising his hands sparks of light flowed from one hand to the other; bending his knees he drew back his hands, now engulfed in blue light and flaring electrical currents. Allowing the energy to flow halfway up his arms he trusted his hands forward letting go. Magic-Users powers were much more difficult then the powers of an Angles. The Magic-Users had to free the magic with their mind and then it could keep flowing through their body until there was no more need for it. The magic drains the Magic-Users and so it not possible to harness it for long. The more practice the magic-users uses the magic the longer its producer can hold on to it.
Before he opened his eyes, he could hear the crashing of massive trees creating an opening in to the forest. Taking a leap forward he became light footed and flew trough the broken tree bark and limbs still having the excesses of blue energy. When entering the prison like forest, Jeremiah could see nothing but trees rocks and rodent-like creatures securing from the rain that was falling from the opening that had just been created.
“Michael! Are you out there” cried Jeremiah hearing his own voice vertebrate through the woods. Not watching where he was stepping, he stepped in to a ditch. Light shone on his hand allowing him to see where he was. What looked to him was an imprint of a massive creature. Fearing for Michael, Jeremiah started to run through the forest hearing big pounding noises far a head of him. He dug in to his magic and in seconds he was running at incredible speed. Not thinking of the trees that were ahead of him he took his sword out of his sheath and with lighting speed he cut the branches out of his way crating a path. Getting closer he could feel the vibrations of what deeper in the forest.
Stopping at a ledge, he looked over a massive gorge looking across he saw only trees and darkness covering all that could be seen. Still looking over the ledge he stood at he saw the trees part and through them came a figure. Focusing on the figure he saw that it was Michael. Getting excited that he was safe he called out. “Michael! Michael!” Not getting an answer from him he saw that he was too faraway from him to hear him.
Jeremiah knew that the gorge was too deep and wide from him to jump the distance of it. Passing back and forth looking for a week spot he was not paying attention on Michael. A scream could be heard from a distance. With quick reflexes Jeremiah turned to see if Michael was ok. Seeing a massive dragon in his place, he got scared. Jeremiah knew that shooting a lighting bolt at the dragon was not going to disable him but it would stun him. He was right the dragon turned.
“Come and get me, you big oaf,” hollered Jeremiah. Digging it feet in to the ground the dragon spread its massive wings leaping in to the air, spanning great distance at enormous speed. Jeremiah stood still and was prepared to face this massive creature no matter what the cost. Flying toward him, Jeremiah crouched down clenched his fists and sucking energy from around him, creating force between him and the ground, he leaped in to the air just dodging the dragons attack. Crashing in to the ground derbies flew every which way.
Looking down at the dragon from a high distance was amazing for Jeremiah; he had never jumped this high before. From where he sustained altitude he could see over the canopy of trees. Wrestling to get out, Jeremiah saw that the creator was a dragon. Jeremiah decided that now was a good time to make his move. Breaking his altitude he grabbed the energy and through ice daggers at it. The daggers flew straight at the dragon. Thinking that this was going to further help Jeremiah, he didn’t let up on his ice throwing. When thinking that the dragon had, had enough, Jeremiah stopped, waiting a minute to see if an attack would come from the dragon. Nothing moved except dust and rain lightly falling, turning in the air to the direction that Michael had fallen.
“Why! God, why! He was my only son, and a good kid. How could you let this happen? We did everything right.” Tears falling down his face making his sight blurry. In deep thought about the loss of his son, he wasn't aware that the dragon had gotten up. Taking a deep breath, flames of fire and light lit up in the dragon’s mouth. The dragon’s blast hit Jeremiah Square in the back sending him falling, unable to recover in time it sent him falling into the Never-ending Darkness.
Jeremiah’s saw everything doing black. Falling he could see the dragon peer at him over the ledge. Growing smaller and smaller till everything was gone and nothing could be seen. What seemed like forever of falling? Hoping that he would stop falling he closed his eyes and tried to get to his magic but it was being blocked by darkness that covered his mind. Only able to think of what his wife, and what she would do when she found out that both her husband and son fell in to the Never-ending Darkness. Knowing his wife she would go to God and ask him to bring them back, knowing that God had the power to do that. Flashes of what was a great life flew through his mind. 200 years of what could be considered a good life slide showed though his mind.
Crash! Hitting a surface with such force that knocked the wind out of him, eyes slowly opening tears rolling down his face with pain. It took Jeremiah a few minutes to get his breath back slowly getting up and looking around. Nothing could be seen. He put his hand in front of his face and all he could see was blackness.
“Is any one out there!” he yelled. All he heard was an eco that came reverberating ten times louder. Taking a step forward his foot hit what felt like solid ground. Bending down to feel what it was that he was standing on, it felt like sand but slipped out of his hand like water. Not sure that this was he stood up and enclosed him self in his mind. Searching for the magic that once stood out like a sore thumb. Every second of trying to get to it, it seemed to get farther and farther out of reach.
Like a whisper he heard a voice. Not making-out what was being said he ignored it was he thought that it was all in his head, after all in the last day and a half he had not experienced so much at once, except back in his childhood when he was a child Michaels age during the war last few years of the war. He liked the adventure that had long escaped him. But now that it had come to him he wished it had not.
“Father” he heard the voice again but louder and could make it out; Jeremiah thinking to him self that he was making the voice up for the loss of his son that he missed so much. Lifting his head up gazing in to the darkness he saw a light far off in the distance. He started to walk toward the light. Halting with suddenness he thought back when he was a child; remembering when his grandmother told him sorties of a black pit, saying that if ever trapped in the darkness that there was no way out and to keep away from the light, thinking that it might be possible to take off and somehow get to safety. Trying to feel where he was going even thought that it was inevitable, his sword at his side clanking with his steady pace of running for his life. He dared not look back for he knew that what his grandmother told him about how the light was the league of dark angels sent out on Lucifer’s order to recruit Angles and Magic-users to the ways of the Dark side. Daring not to turn his head, he did to see how far he had gotten from the light. In the distance the light looked like it got closer, closing on him faster then he had anticipated.
His heart beating faster and faster, he started to loose his pace and fell back slowing down. Tripping over his feet, making it harder for him to run. Without warning he tripped and fell; falling, not hitting anything, he wasn’t sure if he was falling down or just didn’t hit a surface yet, since he couldn’t see anything.
“Father, is that you?” said the voice as clear as is It came from someone next to him.
“Son is that you? Where are you? I can’t see you but I can here you?” hollered Jeremiah, franticly turning his head and thrashing his hand side to side to find where the source of the voice was coming from.
“I’m scared, I can’t see a thing, where are you? Michael said with a quivering voice.
“I’m in what I think to be some place that I was once told that Lucifer’s henchmen looked for White Angles and Magic-users and he turns them to the side of darkness.” Jeremiah said with confidence and anger, how could he let his son end up where all races feared? His job was to keep him safe to protect him for as long as a father could and he failed at that.
“Dad it’s not your fault, its mind, I should have come right back to the camp site and not dillydallied. Where are you I can’t see a thing but a light.”
“As a father I have not done what I needed to do to keep you safe, if your mother knew what I did she would have killed me.” Jeremiah said closing his eyes. “Where are you? Can you use your magic?”
“I don’t know I haven’t tried; have you? Michael replied trying to summon his magic.
“I tried and had no luck, for some reason I could see it but it was unreachable no matter how hard I tried, and the harder I did it just got further beyond my reach.” Saying this chilled him to the bone. He had always been able to reach his magic whenever he wanted and not to be able reach it disturbed him. Having thought the problem through and possible solutions Jeremiah sat down of the surface he stood on, closed his eyes and took the meditation pose he was thought to as a young child by his mother. Enclosing him self within his mind he blocked out all that was around him and focused on his sons safety and getting both of them out this wretched place, diving deep in to his mind surpassing time and physical form and taking his sprit form.
The second chapter in the book
The Angle that fell from Heaven
Thursday, March 1, 2007
love is a highway
Love involves your heart, soul, feelings and emotions, for this reason love is the greatest mystery to mankind. You put your heart and mind into impressing the one you love. In my case, I put my life’s investment in to it and was rejected, in a pretty rood way. The love I have or had, I’m not to sure, was or is immense and I can't get her out of my head, it’s like a fly that just wont leave you alone. I have hope that she and I could work it out and maybe try something new, but as fate had it she didn’t want to be involved in a relationship with me. I think that even though that we don't see eye to eye on me liking her, maybe in the future she will see that I was the one all along. I just don’t want her to see that I was the one and it be late. I can’t wait for her to make up her mind. I have to move on and peruse my own life and not contemplate the whole love, hate as much as I do. I tried to win her heart by giving flowers last valentines day and she didn’t even say thanks. I also asked if she could save me dance at junior prom but she “Forgot”.
This past week I sent her a valentine and she appreciated it, which gave me hope that maybe there's a possibility that there might be something between us. I have contemplated bringing her to the senior prom but the fact that I have to ask her would be too hard to do.
Some times I think of her and all I wish for her is to be happy, and have the life she’s always dreamed of. Even if I weren’t happy, I could always get over it and move with my life, but to know that she wasn’t happy because of me, I don’t know how I would deal with it.
I tell this story to give people the hope that love is out their and every once can find it, it just takes time and cant be don’t with the first try, unless you lucky.
This past week I sent her a valentine and she appreciated it, which gave me hope that maybe there's a possibility that there might be something between us. I have contemplated bringing her to the senior prom but the fact that I have to ask her would be too hard to do.
Some times I think of her and all I wish for her is to be happy, and have the life she’s always dreamed of. Even if I weren’t happy, I could always get over it and move with my life, but to know that she wasn’t happy because of me, I don’t know how I would deal with it.
I tell this story to give people the hope that love is out their and every once can find it, it just takes time and cant be don’t with the first try, unless you lucky.
War Wages On
Heaven was Gods’ greatest creations. Perfect as can be, he was blinded from the real truth by very powerful magic. He knew that this would happen and in trusted his son to the throne and made him king of Heaven and the Universe. This displeased the magic users, so they set up an alliance with the Dark Angels and decided to over throw the Son. The Magic Users and Dark Angels needed there own leader. They choose a dark angel named Lucifer. Lucifer was not just any dark angel but the most powerful angel of all. He was in charge of leading all the other angels.
There were three different races that lived in Heaven the White Angels they fallowed God and worshiped him for all his glory for creating them and all that was around them. Most of the White Angels live in the High Palace and there are some that moved to different lands to hold the balance of power in Heaven. The Dark Angels were once White Angels but thought differently about God, they saw him as having all the power and they didn’t like that. They all wanted to be as powerful as God, they didn’t want to just obey and not be able to make any dissection for them self’s. The Dark Angels lived in the county side and in caves in mountains. The Magic’s were angels without wings and were able to channel there magic through there hands. The Magic’s lived all over heaven like the angels they were also a split nation, Dark and White.
Before time, the universe and earth existed, war could be heard up in the heavens. Lighting, fire, snow, rain and floods of magic gushed in to a non-existent dimension. God stood back and tried to fight the danger that would soon come to take place. Jesus led billions of White Angels in to war with three Arch Angels behind him. It was a war that would never be forgotten and would never end till an angle came home. Time went on and the war didn’t seem to let up. Both sides were at draw, one side would gain to be drawn back to there fortifications.
It seemed like the war would take place forever when God came out to his balcony and peered millions of miles away at the sight of the war. The place he called home was beginning demolished and rebuilt over and over again clouds that never existed came to appear and block the light that shone on heaven. Thousands and millions of angles died fighting for what they thought was right. God scowled and spoke in a thundering voice that shook the cosmoses. Every thing stopped in its place. Angels and Magic users froze lighting seemed to move at a snails pace instead of at the speed of light. God became air born, he floated out of the palace balcony and out over the grounds of the pure gold and silver empire that God created to make his home. Yet he saw not gold and silver that covered his home he saw pain and anger and worst of all, evil. He never sensed it before, but now that he did he hated the scent of it and wanted to vanquish it. But God knew that he himself could not destroy all that he created. He knew that evil would have to coexist for his plan of total goodness to dominate the universe.
He floated over valleys and hills that were stained dark green instead of it normal light green no more vibrant colored flowers grew. Nothing grew, the grass started to turn goldish brown, dried dirt could be seen. When the wind blew gusts of dirt would fly through the air and make al unclear.
Floating thought the air, the wind blowing his whitish silver hair and beard a side, He took hold of his staff and waved it in the air and made the dark clouds disappear. The sun shone brightly and growth immediately came to the once dry but now fertile ground. A hand rested on God’s shoulder, God put his head down. “Why?”
The first chapter in the book
The Angle that fell from Heaven
There were three different races that lived in Heaven the White Angels they fallowed God and worshiped him for all his glory for creating them and all that was around them. Most of the White Angels live in the High Palace and there are some that moved to different lands to hold the balance of power in Heaven. The Dark Angels were once White Angels but thought differently about God, they saw him as having all the power and they didn’t like that. They all wanted to be as powerful as God, they didn’t want to just obey and not be able to make any dissection for them self’s. The Dark Angels lived in the county side and in caves in mountains. The Magic’s were angels without wings and were able to channel there magic through there hands. The Magic’s lived all over heaven like the angels they were also a split nation, Dark and White.
Before time, the universe and earth existed, war could be heard up in the heavens. Lighting, fire, snow, rain and floods of magic gushed in to a non-existent dimension. God stood back and tried to fight the danger that would soon come to take place. Jesus led billions of White Angels in to war with three Arch Angels behind him. It was a war that would never be forgotten and would never end till an angle came home. Time went on and the war didn’t seem to let up. Both sides were at draw, one side would gain to be drawn back to there fortifications.
It seemed like the war would take place forever when God came out to his balcony and peered millions of miles away at the sight of the war. The place he called home was beginning demolished and rebuilt over and over again clouds that never existed came to appear and block the light that shone on heaven. Thousands and millions of angles died fighting for what they thought was right. God scowled and spoke in a thundering voice that shook the cosmoses. Every thing stopped in its place. Angels and Magic users froze lighting seemed to move at a snails pace instead of at the speed of light. God became air born, he floated out of the palace balcony and out over the grounds of the pure gold and silver empire that God created to make his home. Yet he saw not gold and silver that covered his home he saw pain and anger and worst of all, evil. He never sensed it before, but now that he did he hated the scent of it and wanted to vanquish it. But God knew that he himself could not destroy all that he created. He knew that evil would have to coexist for his plan of total goodness to dominate the universe.
He floated over valleys and hills that were stained dark green instead of it normal light green no more vibrant colored flowers grew. Nothing grew, the grass started to turn goldish brown, dried dirt could be seen. When the wind blew gusts of dirt would fly through the air and make al unclear.
Floating thought the air, the wind blowing his whitish silver hair and beard a side, He took hold of his staff and waved it in the air and made the dark clouds disappear. The sun shone brightly and growth immediately came to the once dry but now fertile ground. A hand rested on God’s shoulder, God put his head down. “Why?”
The first chapter in the book
The Angle that fell from Heaven
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Love is a Highway
Love involves you heart and soul. You put your heart into impressing the one you love and in my case all she dose is turn away and pretend I’m not there. The love I have is immense and I can't get her out of my head its like a fly that just wont leave you alone. I have hope for her and I, I think that even though that we don't see eye to eye on me liking her, maybe in the future she will se that I was the one all along. I just don’t want her to see that I was the one and it be late. I can’t wait for her to make up her mind. I have to move on and peruse my own life and not contemplate the whole thing as much as I do. I tried to win her heart by giving flowers and nice presents. This past week I sent her a valentine and she appreciated it and that gave me hope that maybe there's something hidden. I have contemplated bringing her to the prom but the fact that I have to ask her would be too hard to do. I would have to make a big thing over the whole thing, and probably mad a big deal over the whole thing, knowing my self, I would have gone all out and not gotten anything out of it. All I hope is that she will be happy and have the life she always dreamed of. Even if I were not happy I can get over it and move one and go one with my life, but it would be hard cause I would always think of her.
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