Romance

Romance

Romance is very old fashioned. He loves writing poems and never types emails, all the notes he sends to people are handwritten. All the letters he sends are in a light beige coloured envelope with a rose stamp, and his script is impeccable.

Romance loves his family with all his heart. His Mum, Love, and his Dad, Passion have always taught him that when life gives you lemons, you smile and offer it some homemade lemonade with three cubes of ice, a straw and a little floral paper umbrella. His sister, Friendly, also taught him many things but the most important lesson he has learned from her is that if you be nice to everyone around you, the world will reward you.

Romance loves art, drama and music and he is flawless at playing the piano and guitar. Unlike his best friend Charm (who adores pop music and whatever song is trendy at the time) he likes playing and listening to classical music and he idolises Beethoven and Mozart. He speaks very formally and has a very wide range of vocabulary.

Some of Romance’s favourite things are flowers, vanilla and rose scented candles, nature, restaurants and most of all, writing. Although Romance doesn’t hate anything, there are a few things that his dislikes, like bullies, when people are mistreated, Hate, the harshest, meanest kid in school and Disrespect, the kid at his school who laughs when his elders fall over, or when the cute animal dies in that movie.

You can always catch Romance wearing a nice ironed tie or bow tie. He even has a special drawer full of nicely organised ties. Romance also made his own cologne that smells like heaven and drives the women crazy.

Something else that makes Romance stand out in the crowd is that me is forever holding his favourite

diary, which has roses on the cover, where he writes poems about love and nature.

Romance is a complete gentleman and has never believed in the “Girls have cooties” stuff back in Primary school, in fact, all of his friends are girls.

Romance is the impeccable ruby rose, without any thorns.   

Perfection

Perfection

   He walks the hallways like they’re his own,

Although he his humble personality never lets him see it.

His brown slightly shaggy hair playfully sways in the light breeze.

His light summer tan makes him seem almost glistening.

His tall, thin figure shows off his tan muscles.

His skilled fingers glide up and down his grand piano flawlessly,

As his eyes glitter with euphoria.

He loves art and has impeccable script,

Which is helpful considering writing is his favourite subject.

His humour can make even the strictest and mature people laugh,

While his personality can lighten the darkest emotions.   

His smile is flawless,

It is enough to make any girl swoon.

His laughter is as beautiful as the birds,

Singing cheerfully in the morning.

His eyes are as glimmery,

As the morning dew,

Reflecting the rising sun.

He is perfect.

Perfection is like a warm sunny day,

After a month on snow,

Or the shower of rain in a desert,

Awakening the hibernating flowers.

Perfection,

Is the rainbow,

After the hurricane.

Lazy

Lazy

Lazy is one of the more disliked students at his school. He hates physical education, doesn’t help anyone, doesn’t work hard at anything and is always late. Lazy always has a rip somewhere on his school shorts, permanent stains on his previously white uniform top and has messy, unkempt hair. Unfortunately for everybody who was around Lazy, he has a major problem with B.O since he forgets to shower most days, never puts dirty clothes in the laundry and can’t be bothered brushing his teeth in the mornings.

Lazy doesn’t like exercise, but he does love food, so he is very unhealthy and unfit. Lazy’s favourite hobby is watching T.V and sitting on the couch eating takeaways.

Lazy has very, VERY messy handwriting and a limited vocabulary list. He loathes mathematics and only likes school for it’s recess and tuck shop. During recess he sits with his best friend Clumsy and complains about teachers and P.E while Clumsy complains about how dangerous is the thing that he stepped on today (every day there is a new story).

Lazy’s mum, Messy, and his Dad, Dirty get along very well., but their house is a mess and smells like a public bathroom. All of their house is coated with mould and dirt, all, that is, except for Lazy’s sister’s room. Lazy’s sister, Tidy, is the only one in the house who has an impeccably clean bedroom and who’s ensuite smells like lavender. Tidy hates what her parent’s house looks like, but she adores her parents and secretly when they go out for takeaways, she cleans as much of the house as she can and makes herself a salad, that is organised by colour of course.

Lazy loves the words never, and give up, unaccomplished, or failure, for he hears these words all the time.

Lazy is the job, that you can never finish.