In literature a drama genre deserves your attention. Dramas are usually called plays. Every person is made up of two parts: good and evil. Due to life circumstances, the human reveals one or another side of his nature. In drama we can see the full range of emotions : it can be love, jealousy, hatred, fear, etc. The best drama books are full of dialogue. This type of drama is one of the oldest forms of storytelling and has existed almost since the beginning of humanity. Drama genre - these are events that involve a lot of people. People most often suffer in this genre, because they are selfish. People always think to themselves first, they want have a benefit.When I See You Again by Nicole Rose (free ereaders TXT) 📖
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"April! Wake up! First day at you're new high school!" Mom called to me. I got out of bed sleepy and put on my black skinny jeans, my black parade shirt and convers. I threw on some make up and did my hair. I grabbed my backpack and rushed out the door to the bus stop. I pulled out my earbuds and ipod. All the other busriders looked at me while I got on the bus. i sat in the back where no one was. I got off the bus, hidded to the office to get my school things and locker number and combo. "Come on, math has to be my first hour," I mummbled to myself. "Ahh and you must be April," Said the math teacher. I just shook my head and headed to the back of the room. It was going good up to lunch. I sat at the end of an almost empty table. I pulled out my earpuds and ipod and listened to music while eatting. Someone sat down across from me. I took out my earbuds and looked at them. "So you're the schools emo kid?" A girl wearing bright pink. I just rolled my eyes. "Hey what are you listen to?" The girl took my ipod. "My Chemical Romance? You listen to the band that causes suicide?" "Give that back. They don't cause suicide." I snapped. She got up, gave me my ipod and walked away. I looked at them and saw a girl, she was looking at me. She looked like she felt bad for me.
I walked to english then the girl in the pink tripped me. "What the hell was that for?" I asked. She laughed and walked away. I got up and headed to english. When school was done mom picked me up. "How was school?" Mom asked. "Horrible," I answered. "What happend?" "This girl was picking on me." "I'm sorry April." "No need to be sorry." I got out of the car, walked inside and ran to my room to draw.
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