smilies :D

Don't you just hate the smilies that people send you on chat, and that they send you one after every sentence? Well I don't; I'm actually one of the people who can't stop sending those smilies. I don't know why, it's probably to show people my emotions after every single sentence or because it's just a habit, and if it is a habit, then it's as much as a habit as putting a space after every word.I really don't know.
No one really has told me that I use to much smilies, but I've figured it out on my own by looking at what I have written in a conversation so far, and I see that after all my sentences, I put one. If it actually annoys you, then tell me, and I'll try to stop it.

Answerd Question (Slice of Life)

Okay people, I know I shouldn't tell you this, but someone told methe answer to what I've been wondwering since the begining of school; why(lets just call him Bob) came to this school, but sh... don't tell anyone.
The lights of the car took away the darkness from the basketball field as Elle, Elle's dad, Dany, Eduardo(not the one you know, another one) and I practiced our one handed shots. Everyone could make it in except for me. It was probably my high-heal shoes that made me bad. I usually do well in sports when I try, and I was trying. I looked like a fool compared with Elle's dad making one handers with his back facing the basket. It seemed like breathing when he did it.
Eduardo suddenly apeard next to me, and a question that has been wondering in my mind for about three months already, slipped out of my mouth.
"Hey Eduardo, I have a question," I said kindly.
"Alright," he said.
"Why did 'Bob' and his brother go to Balboa?" I asked curiously.
"Oh, haha. It's that 'Bob's' brother stole a teachers car!" he answerd hapidly. Really, thats what happend? Wow thats pure gold! I couldn't belive it!

One or Two

One
A pair of eyes
younger than mine,
but I don't care.
Beautiful,
like clear waters
crashing
into the shore.
Waiting
for his arms,
to encompass my shoulders
once again

Two
Another pir of eyes
similar,
but these
are simply
one year older.
Allowed
This guy
looks at me
smiling
with thin lips.
A smile I know,
inocent,
like an angle.
He makes me laugh,
makes my heart pund,
but sometimes
the heart whants
what is forbiden,
or does it?

Letter to Fame

Sara Moreno
182 main street
Sara Land
September 8, 2010

Dear Kalamamba Malambunjimba,
I hope you are doing great this fine afternoon. I also hope that you received my anthology so that you could help me realise my new album. Yes it's different from the first one, I modified it.
Well the reson why I want you to be such a success with my music is not only because I want to be encompassed by anonymous people, but because I am just in love with music and I wish that music would be one of the only things in my life. I would also love it if generations from now people will recognise my name for the inspiring music I wrote.
Your friend,
Sara Moreno

Insporation

Reading those speechless words from that book that described the perfect man, Edward, but unfortunately, he's a myth. How Stephanie Meyer describes those beautiful hazel eyes that change color with depending on how hungry he is. How she describes the most amazing smile. How she describes the perfectly smooth ice cold pale skin that will sparkle like a diamond in the sun. How she describes that Edward is not like the other guys; he will do anything for his true love, even take his own life away for her, how I wish I was his true love, but when I truly fell in love with this mystical man was when she described how beautifully he played the most pure, complete and amazing instrument, the piano.
Before I started reading Twilight, I only played the guitar, but after I read it I not only fell in love with Edward, but also with the sound of the piano. For months the only thing I did was listen to piano songs on YouTube. So my inspiration for playing the piano is Edward Cullen even though he is a myth.

I Still Love Him

The sound of the rocks of the worn out street crackled under my converse while I headed to my grandmas house. I walked parallel to the gate of her house, and I could see the vet carefully taking the stitches off Chula's (one of my grandparent three dogs) back. I put my hand between two of the bars of the gates door and opened the lock. As I was walked in my grandparents property, the other two dogs encompassed me wagging their tails and placing their heads under my hand begging for me to pet them. I gently started petting Kandie's (the youngest of all dogs) golden, healthy, shiny, beautiful fur. I couldn't believe I gave her back. Cookie (the oldest dog) gently nudged Kandie's head out from under my hand so I could pet her instead of Kandie. Her rough, old, white fur passed from under my palm. I then put my hand next to my body again still having the soft feeling of Kandie's fur under my fingers.
I started to walk towards the stairs and the vet held Chula right next to them, and my grandpa sat on Chula's other side watching me with welcoming eyes. As I approached the stairs, that black, usually vicious, muscular lab started showing her teeth ant me, or I thought it was me, and stood on two legs, while the vet held her back with one arm and it the other he held something that looked sort of like a scaple. No! Chula has to calm down or she might get hurt!
"Chula, it's its me, it's me!" I exclaimed at her with a sweet voice that I always use to her so she could recognise that it was me.
The other two dogs also started barking as if they had seen a cat. At that moment I new it wasn't me.
"Sara! My dogs are going to munch up you dog! Get him out of here!" My grandpa's welcoming face erased it self and turned into that furious expression I always hated that showed if I don't do anything about it something will terribly go wrong. His voice trembled under that fury. I quickly turned around and spotted my ugly small mutt just standing there staring right at the eyes of the three angry dogs that are probably like ten times larger than Rocky.
I sighed, rolled my eyes, whispered under my breath, "stupid mutt, how does he always escape?" and walked out of my grandparents property.
As I started to get closer and closer to Rocky with my fingers curled up into a tight fist. His young eyes then caught my glance of anger. This has been my normal disposition sense he started to actually have his own decisions. (A.K.A. when he stopped being a puppy) He started to slowly walk away, then ran towards the middle of the road. My eyes widened as I quickly ran behind him risking myself not even noticing that my grandparents dogs where already calm and the cars that where harshly stopping inches away from Rocky and me. He stopped running and stood still right in front of a red car that beeped at me continuously. His short tail wagged back and forth. He just wanted to play! That stupid dog! My voice started to harshly curse at the thing that had no clue about anything but marking his own property. I leaned down to pick him up and heard whistles probably from those stupid perverted workers. I turned to look at them with eyes that said" shut up!", but when I turned back to look at rocky, he was taking off towards my house.
I carried Rockie in my arms walking him back to the house, I could feel his sorry little puppy-dog eyes piercing my face. I couldn't help it any longer, so I looked him back in the eye. I saw the only beautiful part of him, his light brown eyes that I had fallen in love with when he was just a little puppy. I had first seen him and I knew he was the right one. Even though he is disobedient, ugly, dirty and filled with I don't know what, I still loved him and wont know what to do if anything happened to him.

hall way

Surrounded by friends and others that I don't really talk to trying to open my locker. Spinning it one, two then three times. Why can't I open it this time? I turn around flickering my eyes on two people. They both put their arms around each other making the sweetest most adorable hug ever. A smile grows on my face. I'm so happy for them, but if only I could be in the same situation. My smile slowly fades away. I start to wonder my eyes to my other surrounding, but then my glance stops. I see someone approaching from the corner of the hall. My eyes locked on his amazing look that brightens everything around him with those gorgeous blue-green eyes. I start to blush, but quickly turn back to try to open my locker. Why him?