Could Miss Smith be truly considered as a nerd or freak?Other than the reasons she brought to Billy, there were a few more aspects of life where Emily, for some reason, differed from the majority of students. She just didn’t ever fit to match the crowd, no matter how hard she tried.

They were wandering around for about half an hour; then they crawled along the river bank, trembling both because of fear and the cold wind which blew stronger at night.It seemed like the rustling reeds were whispering, trying to say something… which seemed even scarier.Emily began silently—just in her thoughts—talking to the heavens asking for help, as she normally did in situations like that.

You know, there’s something I wish I could comprehend about pets and other animals: if they can’t form any speeches, then how does their thinking process work?I mean, when we humans think about anything, we do form sentences in our heads… right?So, if animals are unable to form any sentences at all, then how are they able to compose any thoughts in their heads?

As animals are unable to form any sentences at all, then how are they able to compose any thoughts in their heads?

There’s something I wish I could comprehend about animals: if they can’t form any speeches, then how does their thinking process work?

The world is perfect, with all its imperfections.

Shirley stood there having her face nearly the same color as the scarlet receiver of the Smiths’ phone she was holding in her shivering hand and… just sighed! She was not singing the song they just prepared; she even didn’t read any rhymes… she couldn’t say any word.Thrown the receiver back to the phone base, such as it was a poisonous snake but not a simple piece of plastic, she landed onto the sofa where Emily was sitting, also not being able to say anything.

The guy belonged to the team of those toads who hated anyone who outranked him in any sphere of life.

The night was in the process of turning into foggy morning gloom.