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Array ( [sid] => 76273 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The begining [time] => 2004-12-17 21:43:26 [hometext] => it's kinda a story i think you'll enjoy..PLEASE COMMENT!!! tell me is you were reading this book if you woudl want to read on. [bodytext] => "whenever god close a door he opens a window"

It's been four years, I'm still waiting for that window god promised me the day my first door shut. My dad dying changed a lot of things. Not only did it change my mom, but my closeness to my twin sister was gone. We were eachothers best friends, now we are almost strangers. We use to be able to read eachothers emtions through our eyes, but after the accident we both put up our walls. Hiding in ourselves cause we just couldn't face the world without our dad's happy face to guide us through. Life isn't all bad since we moved to Hawaii. Nothing wrong with a nice house on the beach, great friends, and an adoring mother. But we had all that in California. Plus a father. I can't say I'm all that different from when i was 11(the year of the accident). Same curly blonde hair. Still tall, athletic and from what I hear of what the girls say attractive features. My sister on the other hand isn't the same at all. She use to be more open to new things. She never judged. Her eyes revealed kindess when she looked at new people, ready to make new friends. Now her eyes are shift and nervous. They use to be green, but a soft green. Now they have a sharp, cold feeling to them that shoots through you like poisen.......................... [comments] => 3 [counter] => 200 [topic] => 43 [informant] => alyssakoren_03 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
The begining

Contributed by alyssakoren_03 on Friday, 17th December 2004 @ 09:43:26 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



"whenever god close a door he opens a window"

It's been four years, I'm still waiting for that window god promised me the day my first door shut. My dad dying changed a lot of things. Not only did it change my mom, but my closeness to my twin sister was gone. We were eachothers best friends, now we are almost strangers. We use to be able to read eachothers emtions through our eyes, but after the accident we both put up our walls. Hiding in ourselves cause we just couldn't face the world without our dad's happy face to guide us through. Life isn't all bad since we moved to Hawaii. Nothing wrong with a nice house on the beach, great friends, and an adoring mother. But we had all that in California. Plus a father. I can't say I'm all that different from when i was 11(the year of the accident). Same curly blonde hair. Still tall, athletic and from what I hear of what the girls say attractive features. My sister on the other hand isn't the same at all. She use to be more open to new things. She never judged. Her eyes revealed kindess when she looked at new people, ready to make new friends. Now her eyes are shift and nervous. They use to be green, but a soft green. Now they have a sharp, cold feeling to them that shoots through you like poisen..........................




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Re: The begining (User Rating: 1 )
by bluebird on Friday, 17th December 2004 @ 09:47:31 PM AEST
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personally I wouldnt want to read on,only coz it doesnt sound like my kinda story theme that i like.
But it is a good piece of writing and hope you extend on it soon...hmm maybe i do want to read on.
Bluebird


Re: The begining (User Rating: 1 )
by highly_flammable on Thursday, 23rd December 2004 @ 10:14:54 PM AEST
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OMG!! is this going to be in our story?? cuz if it is its gonna be like incredibly freaking awesome!! i told u weren't a bad riter, alyssa!! this is incredible!! u rock! love ya tons...


Re: The begining (User Rating: 1 )
by highly_flammable on Thursday, 23rd December 2004 @ 10:44:33 PM AEST
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This is from Em:
"KICK ASS STORY LYSSY! no seriously i thought it was great you are a beautiful writer, keep the poems and stories coming. Love ya so much, Em"




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