Angel's Work

  I Try None of us knows what other people go through All we can do is ponder about, if that person’s life is as tough as opening a container of nails, or if it’s as easy as counting to your 123s.  I am a high school student finishing up my sophomore year. I remain inconspicuous while roaming the halls at school.  Time flies when you are having fun, we say.  I feel that statement should be obsolete; time is flying, and I am not having fun.  My life may seem easy and great to the people around me. I have ample people like this in my life- I don’t need anymore.  All I have to do is go to school and go back home, doing it all over again the next day. People who say that I have it easy can only see my life from the outside.  They aren’t putting themselves in my shoes,  and that is the problem.  I am the supporting friend,  as I always have to bolster how they’re confidence and feelings.  When I am around them, I turn on all my amiable qualities; it’s why I am there.  Being tactful is

  My passion is the lightning glut. I’ve been an ardent person about it for as long as I can remember.  My passion alleviates all my problems, no matter how big they are. The trees become razed by this lightning glut. A conflagration broke out due to my passion. It strikes people quickly. Some never see it coming. It is as fast as Usain Bolt. Once this passion attacks, it never stops. It thunders all night, waking everyone up. No one can stop it.  They say I have the delusion that I will always have this passion. I believe God gave me my passion; this makes people that believe in atheistic logic furious. I try to abstain myself away from these types of people since they are being veracious when they say these types of things.  Despite these doubters, I cling on tenaciously to the lightning glut.  My passion is not going anywhere. This can be frightening at times, but I still allow it to happen. Most try to convalesce after they get struck by it.  They fail as my passion is th