I do not own Degrassi
Eli
Faith…faith…faith…faith
This wasn't gonna be an easy essay I knew that from the start but now it seems even harder.
Faith…Clare…Faith…Clare
That's it! Now I think I'm getting somewhere
Faith is something hard to define because we all have different perspectives to life, and as I see it faith revolves around life. Some people say faith is an energy that wakes them up every day; others say faith is self created. As long as you want it you'll have faith but I have met faith and it wasn't god, well maybe he brought me to her.
Faith has different names, but the faith that I believe in is named Clare Edwards, she has these eyes that are a forbidden blue, I feel I could stare at them all day. The way her curls move as she walks, there's not really much I could say, she's just astonishing. She is my bright star.
Hmmm
I've read my paper a few times and I have decided that I really need to get away from this girl soon; she was going to be the death of me. But I knew I would never be able to stay away from Clare, it's just simply not possible.
I kept reading what I wrote about her for the next hour until slowly the heavy darkness took over my mind.
Buzz…
I hear my alarm clock ringing, it wasn't fair I wanted to sleep some more, But I know school comes first.
I opened my closet, realizing it was a disaster, I really have to clean this, I am not the tidiest person but this mess is just too much for my likes. I grab the most reachable clothing from my closet, a grey and black striped shirt with some dull black skinny jeans. I look out my window and become aware that it is gloomy, so I go on a mission into my closet looking for my green scarf.
I look at my watch and become aware it is 7:35; I hurry on down stairs drink a glass of milk and take a blueberry muffin to eat during my way to Degrassi.
As I'm driving in Morty all I could think about where those gorgeous blue orbs that made me smile each time they were in sight.
Clare
Uhhh today my algebra 2 class was a real pain. I know I am Saint Clare but the truth is that there are gonna be subjects that are not me and math is certainly not me at all. But I was class I made it through one more day of math, now my English class was next, the best hour in a half of my whole day. First because English was my everything, I love how it feels when I stroke my pencil on paper, the multiple feelings I can transfer in words, I just love it. And then there was also Eli, Eli Goldsworthy. My friend who was overly smug, who could make me go into a loss of words, he's slowly sinking into me and it scares me. He makes me feel beauty, happiness, confidence, sadness, all these multiple emotions and I ve never felt this before.
