Just be patient they say...All my life, I've been told to wait. People tell me my time will come for whatever it is I am searching for. But what if I think I've found it. Should I wait?Just be patient they say...
What if I know it; because everytime he smiles, my own smile grows a million times bigger.
What if I can tell it; because everytime I see him in my mind, I feel my heart just grow warm and buttery, sliding into my throat.
What if I can see the way he looks at me; like I'm different to every other girl he ever met.
Should I just ignore this feeling, and continue waiting? Would you wait if you felt like you knew it for sure?
When I see you smileWhen I see you smile, my heart gives a buzz and my head becomes all cloudy. When I see you smile, it makes me want to forget my worries and all I think about is you. When I see you smile, I just want to you to pull me in close and dance the night away. When I see you smile, I have to remember that you're not mine. When I see you smile, I can't help but smile too.When I see you smile
In the blink of an eye...It was cold outside the day The Terror came knocking on my door. We were all inside, hoping that it wouldn't come to this. My mother, my three sisters, my father and I were hiding in our home, then, we heard the trucks coming. We had been used to roaring engines and the blasting guns that sounded off nearly every time someone moved. We bunched closer together. My father waited behind the door. He was trying to protect us. Then, the truck pulled to a halt. The feet of those terrible men were shuffling and stamping on the ground. I heard yelling. "We'll be back". It was The Terror. They must have been yelling at Hassan, my neighbour. They wereIn the blink of an eye...
The VerdictTom Robinson. Perhaps the most kind-hearted, gentle natured man I'd ever met. It was a shame the jury didn't seem to agree.The Verdict
I remember the day as clear as though it were just yesterday. I woke up from my sleep hazily, although I knew all too well that today was going to be just as long as the last. I showered and got dressed into my tan vest and black tie. All Mr. Robinson's evidence was scattered throughout my briefcase and my desk, leaving it quite a messy scene. Piece by piece I placed them back into the black leather briefcase. Every word of Tom Robinson's innocence leapt out and screamed at me. I remember how it felt as thou
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