Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Idle time

My depression, and do not go home after school every day at noon. Melancholy interval, before the textbooks in the classroom put badminton shuttlecock when calls go to fight, textbooks bang sound, big voice is startling.

On my first two days of the beginning of that year, a lot of class Student not go home at noon.
Fall in love with my poetry, one ofread
Forever my eternal love
Depth and
Me pretending to melancholy, and silence.
The total fine in front of me staring at the pretty boy39s head daze.
Really boring, I thought why not meParent39s child? Why my parents did not want divorce bit mean? Unfortunately, my family is too normal, and did not give me any chance of possible depression. I had no choice but to consider such as the people come from, Where the philosophical questions such as, depression alone, and silent.
What is home, home is superfluous. But girls in her class have parents want a divorce, we desperately want to stop. This is a lot of us consider an independent question of life the opportunity to take care of our every day together at the discussion over.
At a Rainy, we act together to find that a third party, in the little brown-red Handbags UK painted outside the department store on the third layer. Forgot how other people are Xiao with reasons and moving people with feelings and the deepest impression is that before people refuse to Units in only one of them look like strange, toe shoes will be towards the U.S., I inexplicably panic together that vicious-looking shoes at any time seems to be washed up to us like Kick. I hurry to leave, and they feel very good talk. My hunch seems to be some truth, then her father or a third party and selling shoes married.
Love of variables so that surprised me, the reality is that about?
Have illusions in the most inviting those engraved die
… Finally … but for what should not
But I still love the perfect fantasy. I still watch the back of the head. But dare not to panic and get him saying a word.
I started to do all kinds of bad boys of my. Chimney into the classroom window, put our desks and benches pile up, and then all the way down to crawl into a black hole in the square. Liao around inside the smoke, fullare labeled as triangles.go down, thin board, for fear of pressure put the roof collapsed. When I walked every day Teacher Station rostrum above that position, the school bell rang. Student hurriedly put under the table and benches are set up. My cat at the top of a lesson on the plight of a new experience.
My depression, and do not go home after school every day at noon. Melancholy interval, before the textbooks in the classroom put badminton shuttlecock when calls go to fight, textbooks bang sound, big voice is startling. Another class, I read the back of the head, on the book cover up staring at the dirty markabuse. Shuttlecock at the shadow of my mind flying and refused to cease.
Mother usually has to give me lunch, with a band of aluminum boxes put infants. Golden Lion car she was riding a small car to Poto come ride. Early saw someone told me. Many children do not go home, only my mother would come to deliver meals. They admire and watch me, watch my aluminum lunch boxes, it is a pity that I did not chance of depression.
A year later, on my high school, everything back to normal, and start loving home and parents.
Do not go home that day indulged, was called puberty.

Posted by yan at 09:14:22
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