Life of NumbersThese numbers run our lives.Too many, more and more.These numbers run our lives.Our future depends on a score.These numbers run our lives.Less time in the classroom.These numbers run our lives,Leading us to our doom.These numbers run our lives,Not enough time to learn.These numbers run our livesMaking us crash and burn.These numbers run our lives.Too many tests to take.These numbers run our lives.The scores are all fake.These numbers run our lives.Our intelligence is more than a number.These numbers run our lives.Now will you listen, sir?
Winter Change Chapter 16 (Jack Frost X Reader)~~~~~Normal Point of View~~~~~Your eyes widened in shock. You didn't want to believe the scene before you, but it was true: Pitch had shot Jack just like he had shot Sandy a couple of years ago.Bunnymund came into view and paused when he saw Jack on the ground. Then, he got mad. He balled his fists, and his nostrils flared. He grabbed his boomerangs and charged Pitch. Pitch hadn't know that Bunnymund was there so Bunnymund landed a blow in the face. However, Pitch, a bit stunned, recovered and fought back.You closed your eyes tightly and balled your own fists. Anger raged through you, running through each of your veins. At that moment, the weirdest thing happened. Paint covered your hands where the chains touched your wrists. You looked down and realized what has happening: the paint was there so you could slip your hands out; one if your powers. You quickly pulled the chains off and ran over to where Jack lay on his back, leaning over his pale, motionless body. Tears streamed down
Pathways of PassionMoms are roadways.There are millions of them on this planet:Some are old and worn down.Some are new and smooth.Some are short and some are long.Some lead to dead ends.Some look as if they will never end.Some branch off into many different roads and paths.These smaller paths are the most important:They lead to the heart, paved with love,And these roads will stay until the of time.Thanks for being my road.
Is It True?Things were said,You walked away,Our relationshipIs starting to fray.We don't speak,You don't even look my way,I hear everythingThat your friends have to say.I see you in the distance,The shy turning grey,Your eyes lock on mineLike a predator and prey.Time is frozenAs we both stay.Your gaze turns and goes.I whisper, “Everything will be okay."I ask if you'll forgive me.You reply, “I may."And with a smile, you kissed me.I promise to love you every day.
Always MeI’m sorry…I’m not perfect.I know I make mistakes.I’m sorry…Everything is my fault.I always mess up.I’m sorry…You’re mad at meWhen you should be mad at yourself.I’m sorry…I never do anything right,And you’re left to fix my mess.I’m sorry…I stay away becauseI know I’ll make you mad somehow.We both know it’s not always my fault,So why can’t you accept that?I’m sorry…
New Overland Sibling: BenjaminName: Benjamin Jacob OverlandAge: 7Height: 4 feet, 2 inchesWeight: 60 lbDescription-Hair: soft, short, brown hair; slight side bangsEyes: brown with a tint of gold closer to the pupilHe's missing one of his front teeth (it was only a baby tooth so don't worry).Personality:Benjamin is very friendly and affectionate. He loves to hang out with his big brother and sister and giving them hugs. He mostly follows Jack around, trying to imitate everything he does. He is adventurous and curious but can get scared easily. He's the cute troublemaker of the Overland Family. He loves playing with his friends in the snow. His favorite activity is having snowball fights with the other children in the village. He's afraid of storms and lightning but not insects (like other boys his age). Every night, he makes Jack read him a bedtime story. He believes in all the guardians even though Emma has told him that they're not real. He has a teddy bear that he sleeps with every night named Mr. Todd.F
Percy Jackson (Royals)We’ve never seen our parents cause of ZeusThey give us gifts but never show, themselvesSome gods don’t like to make a truceBut their future strange, the prophecy tellsBut every hero’s like Gold Fleece, MonstersAnnabeth’s got your backRiptide, CyclopsPercy’s riding BlackjackWe don’t careWe get messages in our dreamsBut all Chiron’s like Underworld, LabyrinthMinotaur and FuriesManticore, SphinxLivin’ for centuriesWe don’t careWe will protect the camp, we swearAnd we’ll never be normal (normal)It don’t run in our bloodWe’re part mortal and part godYes, our lives are very oddAnd we race chariots (chariots)Each pulled by two horsesYeah, baby, we rule, we rule, we rule, we ruleWhen we all join forcesTitans and gods struggled to ruleKronos rose and tried to take, over againAnyone who sees through the Mist knows, who we really areAnd the monsters after usBut every hero’s like Gold Fleece,