Promise YourselfTo be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind.To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person you meet.To make all your friends feel that there is something worthwhile in them.To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true.To think only of the best, to work only for the best and to expect only the best.To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own.To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future.To wear a cheerful expression at all times and give a smile to every living creature you meet.To give so much time to improving yourself that you have no time to criticize others.To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.To think we'll of yourself and to proclaim this fact to the world, not in loud word, but in great deeds.To live in the faith that the whole world is on your side, so long as you are true to the best that is in you.
I wished that the chains would break and the wind would sweep me up, up, up into the sky, beyond the clouds, beyond the sun and the moon, to some marvelous kingdom where no one ever changed and friends we're friends for life.
Dear Aunt Loretta,Thank you so much for the awesome pants How did you know I wanted that for Christmas?I love the way the pants look on my legsAll my friends will be so jealous that I have my very own pants. Thank you for making this the best Christmas everSincerely, Greg
Friends are like underwear .... Some crawl up your ass... Some snap under pressure... Some don t have the strength to hold you up... Some get a little twisted... Some are your favorite... Some are cheap and just plain nasty... And some actually do cover your ass when u need them too.
Oh. My. God. You're Rose Hathaway aren't you?' 'Yeah.' I said with surprise. 'Do you know me?''Everyone knows you. I mean, everyone heard about you. You're the one who ran away. And then you came back and killed the Strigoi. That is so cool Did you get molnija marks?' Her words came out in one long string. She hardly took a breath.'Yeah. I have two.' Thinking about the tiny tattoos on the back of my neck made my skin itch.Her pale green eyesif possiblegrew wider. 'Oh my God. Wow.' I usually grew irate when people made a big deal about molnija marks. After all, the circumstances had not been cool. But this girl was young, and there was something appealing about her.'What's your name?' I asked.'JillianJill. I mean, just Jill. Not both. Jillians my full name. Jills what everyone calls me.''Right.' I said, hiding a smile. 'I figured it out.''I heard Moroi used magic on that trip to fight. Is that true? I would love to do that. I wish someone would teach me. I use air. Do you think i could fight Strigoi with that? Everyone says I'm crazy' For centuries, Moroi using magic to fight had been viewed as a sin. Everyone believed it should be used peacefully. Recently, some had started to question that, particularly after Christian had proved useful in the Spokane escape.'I don't know.' I said. 'You should talk to Christian Ozera.'She gaped. 'Would he talk to me?''If you bring up fighting the establishment, yeah he'll talk to you.''Okay, cool. Was that Guardian Belikov?' she asked, switching subjects abruptly.'Yeah.'I swore I thought she might faint then and there. 'Really? He's even cuter then I heard. He's your teacher right? Like, your own personal teacher?''Yeah.' I wondered where he was. Talking to Jill was exhausting.'Wow. You know you guys don't even act like teacher and student. You seem like friends. Do you hang out when you're not training?''Er, we'll, kind of. Sometimes.' I remembered my earlier thoughts, about how I was one of the few people Dimitri was social with outside of his guardian duties.'I knew it I can't even imagine thatId be freaking out all the time around him. I'd never get anything done, but your so cool about it all, kind of like, Yeah. I'm with this totally hot guy, but whatever it doesn't matter'I laughed in spite of myself. 'I think you're giving me more credit than I deserve.''No way. And I don't believe any of those stories, you know.''Um, stories?''Yeah about you beating up Christian Ozera.''Thanks.' I said.