It's Been a Long Time_Chicken Noodle_So that you're no alone_You've Got A Friend In Me
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It's Been a Long Time
It’s Been a Long Time “Hi Liza. I just found out that you are going to open your own café. That is amazing!” I said. Amazed at how fast the news spread, Liza said, “Yes I am. How did you know? I only told Abby till now.” “She told me. We just came across each other.” “I have called a one of the staff from a very famous company that helps people start a business. She will be here any minute now. So, how is teaching? Are the kids easy to handle?” Liza asked. “They are having fun. I plan activities to help them understand the topic.” “That is a very nice way of teaching them”, she was impressed. ...
Chicken Noodle
When my family first moved into the house on Montgomery Street, I was just seven years old and terrified of starting anew. Our old home had been comfortably worn, with creaking floorboards that told you who was climbing up the stairs and locks on www.onedoor.ccthe bedroom doors that never kept anyone away. My sister and I knew every nook and cranny after long summer afternoons playing hide and go seek with the neighbor’s kids. Every dent in the wall had a story. Every patch of dirt on that sparse, dying lawn was put there by rounds of tag, duck duck goose, and capture the flag.The new house was flashy and ...
So that you're no alone
My wrist curved as I tried to angle myself, making bold lines with my pencil. Glancing up now and then, I could just about see his knuckles from the way he held his book up to his face. Now that I had a better look at him, he appeared to be 15, maybe 16、 The boy’s glasses sat comfortably at the bridge of his nose; his gaze soft as his eyes scanned each line upon the page. What colour were they? Blue? Hazel? It was hard to distinguish from my seat. He was alone, sitting on the opposite side of the waiting area from where I was. The sleeves of his pale blue sweater were rolled up to his forearm...
You've Got A Friend In Me
First day of class, I saw her, she's attractive but she's being alone, she's sitting near the window, looking at the trees as I remembered, she seems so confuse and lost, I break the ice. "Hi! I'm Val" I said to her. She smiled back and told me her name was "Charlene". An awkward sound arose, I knew it, I’m an awkward person, but I feel pity to Charlene, looking so empty and dry, as if she’s a ghost that nobody would notice. “I know it sounds weird, but do you mind if I ask are you a loner or should I say pessimistic?” I said to Charlene as I was nervous, it may sound offensive. “Yes, but, I’...