DoBetter2105

What do you really know about me? Who I am and what I want? You nod your heads and say you understand, But it’s that reaction that gets me mad. “You’ll get to do what you want in a few years”, you say, But will there ever come a day That you don’t look over my shoulder to see, criticize, To chastise a decision I make? You have raised me right, So then why do I have to fight For everything I want and believe in? I just want to be like everyone else here You know I didn’t shed a tear when you left? I was happy for the freedom, Freed to make my own decisions, But you come at me with, “That’s wrong&

All of France seemed to go quite after Joan's arrest. The daisy field wilted and the birds no longer chirped. Many people lost hope that France would ever defeat England. Everyone was distraught. Francis immediately went to England's house. He pounded his fists furiously on the thick double door entrance till a servant answered. "I need to see Monsieur Arthur Kirkland immediately! Tell him it's urgent!" France practically yelled. France was breathing heavily, his heart was pounding and he felt like he was going to explode. The servant led Francis through the twists and turns of the large extravagant house, and then stopped at the dining hal