I Have a QuestionI have a question,an important one at that.Not only am I curiousas to why the sky is blue but,Why do people do what they do?What makes them think that they,the same as another being,are higher, or lower than the rest?I have a question,an urgent one at that.Not only am I madat the world today but,Why has society done what it has?Girls as little as 13 whom thinkthey have a problem whenThey are not over weight?I have a question,a crucial one at that.Not only am I disgustedat society today but,What makes a celebraty a "role model"?They do the drugs that schools teach kidsfrom the littest age of 10 not to do...Yet their faces are all over the place.I have a question,one of my very own,Not only is it important, Urgent...crucialbut Essential.Why dont other people take action?Take action against the abuseof the words they can use, the steps they taketo go out of thier way,and try to make themselves, something.
Star Crossed(psst, this is the full title----->Star-Crossed but never meant to be)She liked him. She liked him a lot. The way he looked, the way he walked, and the way he held himself when he made a speech. He was a perfect student and a perfect friend. He had dashing looks and a slender athletic body. He excelled in everything he did and put his mind into and when he failed, he picked himself right back up and continued moving on, correcting his mistakes.He. Was. Perfect.He liked her. He liked her a lot. The way she looked, the way she walked, and the way she held her self when she passed him in the halls. She was almost the perfect student but more than a perfect friend. She was of average looks and had a slender body, but it was almost frail. She tried to excel in everything she did but when she put her mind to it, she failed. She couldn't pick her self back up and continue moving on, correcting her mistakes.She. Was. Almost. Perfect.Finally, it was their last year together at the school.