Francois Rabelais. He was a poet. And his last words were “I go to seek a Great Perhaps.” That’s why I’m going. So I don’t have to wait until I die to start seeking a Great Perhaps.
That’s always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people want to be around someone because they’re pretty. It’s like picking your breakfeast cereals based on color instead of taste.
|My friend saw me reading paper towns last week, so she asked:|
|- Do you ever get tired of reading this dude's books?|
|I lifted my eyebrow and replied:|
|- Do you ever get tired of living?|
|P.S:||Life without John Green books isn't life, i still can't believe we waited so long until someone great came. So yes, there's no life without his stories.|
One of the most difficult things he’d ever done was turn away and leave her standing in the shadows.
He wanted the word “Daddy” added to his list of names. He wanted to teach his son to skate, just as he’d been taught by Ernie. Like every other father in the world, he wanted to stay up late on Christmas Eve and put together tricycles, bicycles, and race-car sets. He wanted to dress up his son as a vampire, or a pirate, and take him trick-or-treating.
It’s a metaphor, see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don’t give it the power to do its killing.
|Two best friends on a saturday night without anything to do decide do make some prank calls.|
|- Stacy are you SURE no one will figure us out?|
|- Eilleen i'm totally sure, besides i know how to call someone and appear unknown instead of the number. So relax a little.|
|- Ok if you say so, who do you want to call first? Steve(Stacy's biggest high school crush ever) or Rob(The girls best boy friend)?|
|- Let's call Rob, and when he answers will think of someting.|
|So the grls called, and called, and in the third time he answered.|
|- Who the hell do you think your doing calling my house in the middle of the night?|
|Pretending to have a different voice Stacy said:|
|- I'm Mr. Stewart and i'd like to inform the death of a close relative of yours.|
|- Wait are you saying someone died? Tell who it was please, it wasn't aunt Janine, she's so lovely and all.|
|- No it was...|
|- Who tell me who!!!|
|At this time Rob figured that it was the girls all along and started messing around with them.|
|- No that's impossible i'm talking to you right now, well unless you mean theoretically, because i'm feeling a bit dead these days.|
|- Yes you got us Rob, so what are you doing?|
|- Well before you guys called i was sleeping. And now i have to try go back to bad so that tomorrow i can kill you guys for doing that. Goodbye suckers.|
|- LOL you're so funny see you. Bye|
|What the girls didn't knew was that he wasn't kidding, he had planed theirs death for over than five months and he finally had the courage to do it. And he did, Stacy and Eilleen were found death in may 8 of 2012. When Stacy's parents got up on the next day and went to wake their daughter and her friend they've theirs body's cutted in the joints, but the crime scene was completely wiped clean and when they called the police thay didn't found any trace of evidence and the case was closed after 10 moths of search and there were no findings. Rob was never a suspect.|
Well I’ve and it’s amazing what happens, maybe those silly dreams that you had will become your new reality and might be scary of just fun. So that’s how it started, I had just arrived in London, for a exchange program, what for a 16 years old girl would be a lot fun to do, but guess what I didn’t knew anyone there and suddenly change country wasn’t easy for a teenager, except for one fact , my exchange family was really nice and wanted me to feel home so we went to a lot of amusement places and I accidently bumped with a really nice boy, he was taking pictures of the Big Bang , I’m really clumsy and this accident only proved my conclusions, but changing subjects he had really deep blue eyes and an amazing smile, of course I said “I’m really sorry, if I broke it let me paid for the repair”, and he said “Don’t worry I always let fall on the ground just to meet pretty girls.” we smiled, “I’m Kate.” I said, “Stephen, nice to meet you”. He said, “Would you like to get some coffee one of these days?” he said right after “A pretty girl like you would say no, you probably have a boyfriend.”, “Yes and No, I would love to get some coffee right now if you want.
Oh and I don’t have a boyfriend just some boy friend’s”, he said and showed me that amazing smile again. He asked my “family” if we could go on our own and they said ok, at the café we started talking about high school and our favorite bands, ” Wow, we have a lot in common , but you’re not from here are you?” he asked, “No I’m from France, I’m in a exchange program , and you?” I said, “I lived here all my life so I’m British. But why did you choose England for your exchange program?” he said, ” Because is a nice city and I always wanted to live here, Stephen I’m sorry for asking this but how old are you?” , ” I’m 17 , and you?”, ” I’m 16, have you ever had a girlfriend?” ,”A girl friend yes , a girlfriend no, not for lack of invitation I just never found the right one to fall in love completely.” . After that we stayed a long time without talking until I say I had to go home, ” It’s getting late I have to go”, it was nice meeting you” when I was leaving the café he pulled me back and Kissed me and said : “Call me , I’m free Friday, bye .” I saw myself in shock, I was never kissed and on my second day on London that happens, after it when I got home I was still touching my lips saying OMG and smiling a lot, when my exchange sister asked what’s’ going on with me I answered : ” I think I’m in love or at least liking someone.” . Because she was my little sister she said tell me everything, where, with who and if he was cute and I answered everything because something had finally happened to me, someone had liked me for the first time and he was amazing. On the next day, I was walking, trying to get to school on time when someone poked me, and after I turned to the person there he was, smiling at me. “What are you doing here?” I asked, “I go to the Miterness Institute, and you?” he said, “Me too, we better hurry up before we get late.” So we ran as fast as we could to get on time what didn’t worked because the gates were already closed. “On my first day and I already missed the first period, I’m sorry I didn’t paid attention at you when we meet is just that I want to give my exchange family a good reason to let me stay here for the next years.” I said, “Don’t worry I know how stressful is to be the new kid, so we both lost the first period, and we will have to wait until next class starts, while it doesn’t happen do you want to want along with me ?”He said, “Maybe, we can go but only if you promise me that we won’t lose another class, ok?” on my head I was wishing that he would say: “It’s a deal.” And that’s what he said with a bit of British charm, voice, body language and that amazing smile that always made my heart beat faster. So we walked, and walked, at first we talked about family, and he said he was really connected with his mother, we didn’t realize that time was going by so fast, only when his cell ranged we realize it. “It’s time to go back to reality.” He said with a look of “why now?”, “We could continue this conversation later, can you help me with something?”I said, “Sure, what do you need?”, “Could you show me the school? Is just that I don’t know anything or anyone but you. I’m not complaining but I can’t ask that for anyone else.”, “Of course I’ll help you, but you have to help too, what about a date tomorrow, after school?”, “I don’t even need to think about the answer we both know its yes.” I was on the fingertips trying to kiss him, when a car ran over a puddle that was on the side of road and left us all soaked what a bad timing. “Kate are you OK?”, “Yes, beside the fact I’m all wet, and you?”, “I’m fine, do you want to go home and change clothes?”, “I do, can you walk me home?”, “You didn’t needed to ask.” On the way back home he picked up my hand and held it, that was his way of saying: “I like you and I’ll show the world that I’m yours.” A few blocks away we got to my house, when we were saying good bye, ours eyes met, and I could see all written in his face that he wanted to kiss me, but first he looked to the street, searching for someone or something that could bother us again. After searching, he was still holding my hand, when we had our first “both were ready for” kiss. As I walked inside home, I could see my “mom’s” face for seeing me so early there, so she asked me what was I doing there and I told her the whole story, the only thing she said was: “I don’t want you to skip class any more, especially because of boys. But beside that I’m happy you have someone.” she smiled. My birth parents are totally different from my exchange family, one is a full “born and raised as a French person” and the other is “Count me in, I know all about love, not because we’re half British, half Italian people”. But something I need to agree is that my exchange family is better to talk to, about relationships.
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