Month: June 2010

“Why?” I muttered to my mom who looks out at the setting sun off in the horizon from our  balcouny, “Why am I like this?”

“Jordan,its alrght.It may be hard, but a girl like you can most definatly try and lead a normal life with your……condition,” she says in a soothing voice, though i can see the worry in her eyes.

Those words, those sentences, repeating in my mind as I try to figure out what’s wrong with me. I turn over in my bed, it’s 1:oo in the morning and I can’t fall asleep. This whole thing started when i was at a small lake by my house in Maine. I went swimming with my cousins and aunt, but something happened in the water. To this day i still don’t understand what exactly happened , but the story my aunt told me goes like this:

I was swimming out in middle of the lake just exploring when my mind goes blank, i can’t move. I feel the icy coldness of the water swarm around me, but that’s just the beginning. My body feels like it’s being taken over by….by some spirit. And i can assure you it was not a nice one. I hear a distant boat moter, it’s my aunt. I feel hands descend into the water, gripping my arms and shoulders, drawing me up out of the water and onto the boat’s floor. I suddenly become aware of my surroundings. I cough up buckets of water, or so it seems. My body is tense and stunned. I try to stand up only to have my legs give out and my cousins’ hands push me back down. I look up at my aunt and cousins’ worried faces. “What happened?” I asked. My aunt looks away and starts to cry. I crawl over to where she sat down and I too become worried.  My cousin said that i was laying still in the water….like i was dead, not moving. He said the expression on my face was horrible and it scared all of them dreadfully, but when i saw my cousin’s face, i knew he was only telling me half of it. I wasn’t sure i wanted to hear the rest. My cousin was a chatterbox and loved action, so if something kept him speechless, it was serious. I feel an itchy sensation on my right calf. I go to itch it, but I stop when my fingers glide over a gash in my leg.

I never did tell anyone about the wound because i feared it had something to do with what happened that day in the water.

And i was right.

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 I slammed my locker shut and began walking to homeroom. I was on cloud nine,  wait no cloud ten. Whatever, I was as happy as I could be and that was all that mattered.  The date had gone perfectly and I hadn’t even seen Bridget yet!!! After the date I wasn’t in the mood to deal with her nosy questions, I had turned my phone off all night. When I turned it on this morning I had like 34 messsages from her and 5 from Blake.

“Hey!!! Sky!!!” I let out a big sigh and turned around to find Bridget running up to me…. or at least trying to run. She was wearing gladiator stilletos and a TIGHT denim skirt, at least her shirt fit, aka: not 2 sizes to small.

“Hey Bridget!!!!” I put on my happiest smile. Gosh I hope I looked presentable. Crap, I was wearing baby blue!!! Never ever let me see you in baby blue Sky!!! It’s called BABY blue for a reason!!! I shook them memory from my head. Please lord, please let her not notice!!!!

“Why didn’t you reply to any of my texts!!!” Bridget whined, putting on her pouty face.

I tried to look clueless, “You texted me? Hmmmmm…. I guess I didnt get them….” I whipped out my cell phone and pretended to scroll through my messages.

“I sent you like, a hundred!!!” Bridget moaned, “If not a hundred a gazillion!!!”

34 Miss Whiney Pants, get your facts straight. “Well I didn’t get them!” I replied in the perkiest voice I could master. Thank goodness the bell rung at that moment! “I’ll see you in class!!!” I quickly turned around and walked into the mess of 9th graders.

Bridget would not stop bugging me all day. When ever I saw her or heard her I would attempt to camoflouge myself as well as I could, but at the end of the day I wouldn’t be able to ignore her.

“Sky, wait up!!” Bridget pouted, scurrying over to me.

“Hey Bridget!” long time no see I thought miserably.

“I need to get the 411 on what happened last night!” Bridget smiled, “How did it go?”

“It was really great, he was really nice,” I prayed that she would leave it at that, but knowing her she would never give up.

 ”Did you guys kiss??? Was it in the movie theater? Ooooo what part of the movie did he kiss you at and did he put his arm around?” Bridget would not stop asking questions, “What did you wear? What did he wear……”

“Brig!!!” I hollered.

“Sorry,” she apoligized, “and are you wearing baby blue?!”

“Yes, I am wearing baby blue,” I stated as I watched her tense to my reply, ” and yes he did kiss me. It wasn’t in the movie theater, it was at the park. He did not do the stupid yawn move and I wore a black tank top, skinny jeans, and new gladiator sandals.”

“Really Sky baby blue!” I rolled my eyes, here it comes again, “Why were you in the park?? Btw I think you should have worn that white shirt I got you for your birthday.”

“We were having a picnic…” I decided not to mention the fact that I spilled grape juice on that shirt.

“A picnic, really!” Bridget stared at me in disbeleif. I wanted to scream something terrible at her. I wanted to tell her she was a slut and that she would never ever be my best friend, but what would that do to my status?

“Yes we went on a picnic, but it was not my idea,” I quickly added, “And I didn’t breaak  up with him becuase that would completely destroy my status!” I told her hoping it came out beleivable.

“Ooooh!” Bridget nodded, “That makes perfect sense, don’t worry your secret is safe with me. I have one more question, tongue or no tongue?”

“Bridget!!!!!” I squeeled, “No tongue of course!”

“Just wondering.” She shrugged her shoulders and marched off.

Many centuries ago

I opened my eyes and shook my head as the view before me refocused.The deadly drug given to me should have killed me, but it only knocked me out. I looked at the seen before me. There was a band of men, dirtied and raged savages with burning torches in their hands. They grinned at me, moving closer, the flames eagerly licked their torches, eager to be set free into the bonfire below me. As I stared at the dancing flames  I realized what the bonfire meant. They were bandits, and after bandits took away all your belongings, you were killed, so their existence would be unknown. A bloodcurdling scream issued from my mouth and tears began pouring down my cheeks as the though struck me. I was going to die, these were my last seconds in the land of the living. I desperately tried to yank my arms and legs out of the ropes but they held tight, my knotted and ravaged hair clung to my face in dirty clumps. I screamed again as the fire touched the edges of the wood and hungrily consumed the rest of it, moving closer to me, like a predator zeroing in for the kill. Then I burned. I burned like I was what the fire craved. The fires tongues hungrily licked my skin, scorching it. The pain was unbearable. Then there was a sudden stab, not like that of a knife, but like that of a spirit. It was as if my whole soul imploded, and then did something similar to the big bang theory. And before my soul started burning, I saw my sister,Silvia, the one that has always fed of hate, the one that was never like any other, bring down the one that has saved my life by killing me.

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There was a girl and a snake
She thought the snake was a cake
so she got it with a rake and
for the sake put it in a crate
Then she put it to bake
then she sold it… for a snake…

and thought it was a cake

There is a Pushel

He eats ants, poets and pencils

He dislikes people, paper and poetry

He lives in plants and pickels

There is one thing I know

about him

He knows nothing about me… Ahhhh the Pushel

 I am just doing this for warm up. full list of round things! Give me a comment and tell me if you can think of more.

• my mirror
• poka dots
• round bandages
• bottle caps
• my clock
• my cap
• my friends calcualtor
• tummy button
• buttons
• earth
• sun
• mars
• venus
• jupiter
• pluto
• neptune
• mercury
• moon
• grape
• soccerballs
• baseballs
• tennisballs
• paddleballs
• bouncyballs
• beachballs
• bowlingballs
• exerciseballs
• watermelon
• melon
• orange
• certen bowls
• cherries

I cant name any more!

A young girl, at the very most only age 4, glared menacingly at the lawn ornament recently picked out by here sister. It was quite obvious that it was picked out to annoy her, but it was doing much more than that.

What could a simple lawn gnome do to annoy someone so much? It was planning her downfall. Margo, as the girl was named, knew it. It was so obvious: the thing had fangs, a pick axe, and a dwarf hat. All of those things put together obviously means evil. Not the ‘Oh, I’m going to accidentally throw this soda can into the trash can instead of the recycle bin.’. It was more like the ‘I’m going to stalk you until you become uncomfortable, then I’m going to eat the cookies you baked while you sleep and not even leave you one.’ sort of thing, or maybe it was the ‘I’m going to break all your crayons, steal all of your candy, then I’m gonna cancel your subscription to Barbie Magazine.’.

Either way, that could not happen. All of those things that the gnome was planning to destory were all extremely precious to little Margo, so she decided that she must destroy it.

Even though this situation was incredibly important, it would have to wait until after lunch. Today, Mama’s making Mac’N'Cheese. And Mac’N'Cheese was much more valuable than everything the stupid dwarf-hat-wearing-gnome was destroying.

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Margo didn’t even have the chance to get outside before she saw the gnome. When she saw it, it was edging it’s way through the grass, and towards the porch. This thoroughly scared the wits out of the poor girl, who already had suffered from enough emotional trauma when her sister bought the dreaded creature.

She quickly ran inside, tripping on the hooded sundress with the bunny ears on the hood. Margo then quickly crawled up the stairs(if there were Olympics for babies, she would have won the gold for crawling) and into her sister’s room. She them proceeded to scream something along the lines of “THAT MEANIE STATUE YOU BOUGHT IT TERRORIZING MEEEE! HELP!!! BURN IT!!! THROUGH IT INTO A VOLCANO IN HAWAII!!!”.

Her sister simply ignored her, and continued talking on the phone with her boyfriend. Margo never liked that boy…not that she liked any boy, but that was besides the point.

This is just part one, since I’m too lazy to write anymore. Anyway, tell me what you think. Why Margo’s siter was ignoring her will hopefully be explained in the next part. Nobody, I repeat, NOBODY will be able to guess why. If you do…I’ll give you a virtual cookie.

I knew man who told me a story it was about a world where peace and happiness grew no worries of not fitting no mean or rude people just nice and helpful friends it was the land of peace he called it I member the story well he said it is like heaven you go there when you die. You can go there when you live too you just have to find a way there god rules it with some people .people say that there is only one god but there is 7 they rule parts like the Greek gods. There is god jono he rules the water his brother nova he controls fire and metal and craft his son maden rules the dead his wife ranow controls plants and their child keno I the goddess of wisdom and her husband rafon is the god of war. They all help god rule this land and the world of peace. He said he wished to go there one day and meet the seven mighty gods but maden will choose that day and that day will be when he is old and weak and cannot handle this mighty world. I will never forget his stories about the gods and the land of peace and happieness.His stories were told with dignitey.When he died I was sad but i was happy he would be in the land of peace and happiness he would get to meet the seven mighty gods. His stories made me happy some made me sad but all of them were wonderful each told with pride i wish to hear all his stories just one more time. He wrote all of his wonderful stories on paper still to this day I search his house and his things looking for his stories when he died he had no children but in his will there was something special for me I got his stories I would search the house tell I found them. I will tell you his stories and every detail i know he would wish for the public to listen to his great stories.

love needs no Permission to walk into your world

love seems to make your head spin round

love can leave Unexpectedly

it can lead to Misery or happiness

love is your choice

Chapter One:

                “Oof!” Silverdust tried to wriggle out from under her littermate, Ivycloud. Her sister was hovering over her, the weight of  her body pinning Silverdust to the mossy floor of the nursery. The nursery was filled with other fox pups who were snoozing, playing, and scuffling at each other. Their mothers were all laying at the far side of the bramble walls talking quietly to each other. Silverpup’s own mother, Dovewing, was settled there, among the mothers. 

             Sliverpup’s paw shot out and swiped across Ivycloud’s snout. Her claws were sheathed, so that it didn’t hurt. Ivycloud yelped with surpries and backed off of Silverdust. Springing to her paws Silverdust waisted no time in charging Ivycloud and inturn knocked her over. The small, grey fox pup tumbled onto the ground and rolled across the moss until she bumped into a fox that had a white pelt except for a large splash of ginger fur on her back. Her name was Hazeltail. Dovepup tumbled into Hazeltail and they both rolled out of the nursery through the small gap in between the bramblw walls. Silverdust padded to the hole that her mother had warned her not to go through unless she was with them. Just as Silverdust peeked out of the gap Ivycloud and Hazeltail rushed back into the nursery.

                     “What did you see?” Silverdust asked excitedly. Other pups had seen Ivycloud and Hazeltail roll out and they all bounded over to hear what the two young pups had seen of the camp. The young pups were never allowed out of the nursery and the older pups always egsagerate the large warrior cats and how large the camp was. The pups all gathered around Ivycloud and Hazeltail. Silverdust swiped her paw over Ivycloud’s ears and persisted,” Well, what did you see?” “We saw,” Hazeltail cut in before Ivycloud speek,” big cats as big as Mama and some even bigger, and also we saw-” Hazeltail never finished. She didn’t need to. Silverdust’s mother had seen them and had sat listening to them. Now she stepped towards them and said in her smooth voice,” Why don’t all of you go out into the camp and see it for yourselves?” “Really, Mama?” Silverdust could hardly contain her excitment,” Are we really going to see camp?” “Of course, Silverdust. I think you’re all old enough.” The pups all bounded with ecitment towards the gap and each one tried to squeeze out at the same time. Finally, Silverdust popped out of the tight space that she had tried to come out of. Getting to her paws, she gazed aroung her and took in her first glimses of the camp.  

       Starts as a spark, then grows,

        Devours cardboard, dry leaves and paper

        Reduces some unwanted cardboard to ash

        Hungry, snarls for more.

                                                               Tiny hands, warmed by the smoke,

                                                                Drop in some dry pine needles

                                                               They glow orange, like fiery snakes,

                                                               Then crumble to ash

                 The fire needs more

                   But more does not come

                    The last flames fade and sleep

                    On a bed of ash that once was fiery snakes

   My friend Polo and I were sitting in a desk while tossing maicure bottles. I threw one to her and waited expentantly for her to pass it back. Instead she said, “Reca, we are so good at this, lets try it without the cap off.” I hesitated quite a while. If I did it, The manicure bottle would probably spill, and if I did…I did not want to think about it. But if I refused, Polo would spread rumers that I was a scardy cat and that would be the end of me.

    After considering it a day or so, I decided to toss aroud the manicure bottle with the cap open(even though I thought it was a dangerous deed) while my mum was not here. After making sure that my mum was not here, We started on. Polo tossed the bottle to me, ad I tossed it to her. She caught it, but the bottle was up side down. Uh- Oh we thought, as my mum’s car pulled up the drive way.

   Precisely three minuets later, I was standing there alone for me to explain the mess. When I lied and said that Polo’s cat did it, she called Polo’s mum her self. When my angry mom shut the phone and stared at me with a red face and yowled that polo did not have a cat. Red faced, I stood in the corner, waiting for my dreadful puishment.

   Whe my mum came with a notebook and a pencil, I knew what my dreaded punishment would be. I would be grounded and forced to write lines. It was the most popular remidies for mothers who had naughty teenage children. It was to make me to write 10000 lines of something or 5000 lines each for two things in my room until I finished them. I could not belive that my mum was going to use this punishment on me. Veronica( a classmate of mine) said that her mum had used this punishmet on her. Her hands were bright red when she came to school the next day. She howled when we even just touched her hand. She said ”I would rather have my mum use the paddle on me.”

   I went up to my room sadly and heard the key click in my door. I rapidly started writing. My hands started to sore when I had only write 50 lines of ‘I must not lie to my parents.’ I started to wonder if my mum cared more about me lying to her than spilling the manicure. I wrote for about 12 more hours and then I saw that I had only writen about 50000 lines. My right hand was to sore to even touch anything and I started to use my left hand.

   When I was finally done my lines, I knew that I would have rather been spaked hard than writing all those lines. My mom unlocked the door than said, “open the door yourself.” I dreaded those words. As soon as I touched the handle, I yelped because it felt like bare skin touching white-hot steel. My mum said, “do it.” I closed my eyes and tried to keep away the pain.

   When I finally opened the door, my smiling mum was just outside. She asked, “did you learn your lesson?” I nodded, trying to put up a smile. “Honesty to parents are more importat than accidents. My mother smiled and gave me a warm hug.

Mum

You are as smart as a 100 year old owl

You have the brains of pure gold

You are so smart that you can tur a blanket into a towel

You try your best

To guide me through ordeals

That are as heavy as wearing a stone-full vest

In this poem, I try to tell you things that are so lovely

That I cannot describe in words or letters

Wether I’m as small as a bee

Or as big as a bass

You have love that can ot be shattered like mere glass

Esther

A man named Louis can eat everything, a dinner table fit for a king, he can at the food (even the table), a house, he can eat (even the people), 3 busloads of kids, he can eat it, a very, very huge garden, he can eat it, EVEN THE EARTH, well not that but  maybe. One day while Louis was walking, a con man stepped up to him and said, if you can 18 spoons, 10 big houses, 10 big houses, 12 busload of 18 kids, 19 castles, and finally three states, I will give you 3,000 dollar in cash, take it or leave it. Louis except but he didn’t eat the amount the con man said, no he ate 200 spoons, 100 huge houses (even the people), 120 busload of children, 1,00 castle with 123,000 people, but he didn’t eat 3 states did he, no he ate 10 states. People try to stop him, (even the military, navy and the air  force), but they were all eaten up by him. He even ate the con man, well no money for him (well if he really get money). He ate cities, countries  and states. That maybe turned into a yes when he ate the whole earth, he ate planets and galaxies. When there was nothing to eat, he ate himself. And he never ate again.

“Nothing.  Never mind.  I stepped in geese poop.  That’s all.  I’m going to rinse my sneakers.”

“Okay.”  I bolted upstairs and slammed my bedroom door.  I inhaled deeply and sighed.  I wasn’t going to doodle his name in my notebook (even though I don’t know his name) and I’m not going to obsess over him, calling all my friends and saying he’s so hot.  It’ll be my little secret.  At least for now.

As night dawned on, I couldn’t fall asleep!  I counted sheep, listened to music.  Nothing!  Nada!  Zip!  Zero!  I gazed out my glass window as the stars glistened under the moon.  My eyelids became heavy and around 1:30 AM I dozed off.

In the morning I quickly got dressed and quietly tip toed downstairs and out the door.  I picked up speed and zoomed to the pond.  Out of breath, (luckily I didn’t pass out) I took a seat on the bench once more and patiently waited for the bicycles to race by.  I sat there for about half an hour and just in the nick of time, the hot guy on the bike came by.

“Come here often?  Here, I got you a little something.”  He passed a steaming cup of coffee to me.

“Yeah, I come here a lot.  Thanks for the coffee.”

“So, I saw you starring at me yesterday.”  I spit out my coffee.

“I wasn’t starring.  I was just……”  He interrupted.

“Starring.”  I couldn’t help but laugh because it was so true.  “Well, I’m David.”  He took a firm grasp of my hand and shook it up and down.

“Nice to meet you David.  I’m Allie.  I’m not usually this forward, but my dad died in a car accident last summer, my mom’s super depressed, and I used to have a horrible past.  In other words, my life used to be reruns of the movie Mean Girls.”

“Oh, I’m sorry about your father.  If it makes you feel better, maybe we can hang out sometime.”

“Yeah, that’s be nice.  But if it’s not too much to ask, what was that yesterday with the bikes?”

“Oh, some guys and I were taking a little bike ride.  Would you like to join us sometime?”

“No thanks.  I really think I should be getting back home.  I snuck out and my mom’s probably wondering where I am.”

“Okay.  Will I see you tomorrow?”

“Definitely.  Again, thanks for the coffee.”

“You’re welcome.”  My cheeks flushed with red and I took my delicious coffee and swelling heart home.  Luckily, Lisa was still sound asleep when I crept back in.  If only Lisa wasn’t depressed.  I shrugged and with one whiff, I knew I needed to take a shower.

The warm water rushed down my skin and the aroma of lavender filled my nose.  I wrapped a faded green towel around my body and thoroughly combed through my hair.  They were like brown strands of silk.  I stepped into my room and shuffled through my closet.  I slipped on a pair of jean shorts, clean white tank top, and I can’t forget the rainbow striped stockings.  I threw myself on the mattress and stared at the ceiling.  I used to have an enormous poster of a hot band plastered to the wall and I would blow a kiss to it every night and every morning.  Ugh.  I stuck my tongue out and sat up, slouching.

“Al!  Al!”  Lisa was up.  I rolled my eyes and rushed to her side.

“Yes mother?”

“Soup?”

“Sure.  What kind?”

“Chicken……noodle.”

“Okay, coming right up.”  I had a confused expression on my face, but I didn’t question authority (at least not in person).  I mean who wants soup for breakfast?  But there was a lot of things wrong with my mom, so I couldn’t really blame her.  After I fed her, I thought I might take a stroll to the park and have a one woman picnic and watch the sunset after.

I gathered a picnic basket (that was a hundred years old), plaid blanket, a crunchy peanut butter sandwich, salty potato chips, a freezing bottle of water, scrumptious chocolate chip cookies, and fresh cantaloupe.  I didn’t bother asking Lisa if I could go out.  I didn’t even know why I did.  She was in her room all day waiting to be fed like a baby.

As I made my way down to the park, I spotted David heading my way.  At least I thought it was David.  I bit my lip and took a quick bite off my sandwich.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re following me.”  I chuckled.

“FYI, I’m not a stalker.  I came down here for a picnic.”

“By yourself?  You can’t possibly eat all of this!  Can you?”

“Well, would you like to join me?”  He plopped down right next to me and smiled.  His lips looked so soft. 

“Allie?  You okay?”  I snapped out of my little fantasy world and fixed my eyes on the half eaten PB sandwich.

“Oh, sorry.  I didn’t pack two sandwiches.”

“That’s okay.  You mind?”  At first I had no idea what he was talking about, but then I realized he wanted to share my sandwich.  I thought it was a little weird because only friends share food and clothes, not strangers.  Caving in, I passed the saliva infested, peanut butter filled bread.

“Thanks.”  He scarfed down the entire thing!  I thought he asked for a bite, not to suck up the whole thing.  “Oh, I apologize.  I’m famished!”

“Well, in that case eat everything!”  My stomach growled in disagreement, but I had more snacks at home.  As we gobbled down cookie by cookie and chip by chip, it came down to the last piece of cantaloupe.  I reached in to snatch it, but so did David.  Our hands touched and I immediately pulled away.

“Were you going to eat that?”

“No, you go ahead.”  I wanted to bang my head against the wall.  I knew nothing about romance or love.  How to be flirty.  My first instinct was to make up some lame excuse and rush home, but then I thought again.  Spending more time here meant more time with David.

“So what do you like?  What are you like?”  I figured, since we’re already here we can get to know each other.

“Pardon me?”

“Like your favorite color, favorite animal, what you want to be.  That kind of stuff.”

“I love dogs, my favorite color is red, I want to be a high school mathematics teacher, I have a younger sister named Joey.  You?”

“I’m an only child, I’m not a cat person either, I love the color purple, and I want to be a painter when I grow up.”  This was a start.

“I see.”

“Yep.”  Awkward silence.  I giggled.

“What’s so funny?”  He asked bewildered.

“Nothing.  Nothing.”

“I know this is out of the blue, but what do you look for in a guy?  You don’t have to answer if it’s too personal.”  I thought for a minute.  The qualities I look for in a guy?

“I want someone who’s loyal, respectful, trustworthy, intelligent, good sense of humor, sweet, extremely handsome, someone who cares, someone who listens, someone who understands me.  Not just some jerk who’ll end up breaking my heart.  Someone who’s here to stay.”  I hoped that person is David.  “You?  I mean what you look for in a girl.”

“Honestly, I want a girl who’s pretty inside and out, creative, easy going, confident, someone with has brains, loving, respectful, a best friend forever.”

It was perfect.  He was perfect.  “This might sound a little cheesy, but meeting you is the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“I don’t find that cheesy at all.  I think it’s just being honest.”  He leaned in and closed his eyes.  I puckered my lips and moved my body forward.  His lips touched mine and from that point one I knew my life wouldn’t be so bad anymore.

Chapter 1

Last summer I used to be that girl who would be showered with gifts and brag as she’s surrounded by a sea of green.  I used to wear tight, strapless tops, a black, laced thong under a white or pink mini skirt, and red stilettos.  I used to think that bigger was better.  I used to believe that I always needed to be on top as I laughed while other people would sink below me.  I would scream at the top of my lungs, until I got what I wanted.  My dad called me his little princess, but I knew deep inside that I wasn’t a princess.  I was a soulless monster.  I used to look in the mirror everyday and flash a smile, but know all the mirrors are shattered.  Shattered just like the rest of my world.

On July 18th my father, Henry Edwards, died in a car accident.  The memory was like a flickering flame, burning in the back of my head.  Everytime it rained, it reminded me of how many times I cried myself to sleep.  It might have been easier to drown in my own tears, but I didn’t.  I used to think glue would keep me held tight, but it can’t.  Nothing can.  My shell is cracked and will forever remain that way.

Unfortunately, not only did I fall apart, my entire family did.  When we eat dinner, the room is filled with silence and everything else turns black and white.  My mom doesn’t even talk anymore!  The words are caught in her throat as she tries to spit them out.  I try to help her, but she won’t let me in.  She won’t let anyone in.

Also, along with my dad, my old self was buried.  Therefore, I now wear white tank tops, jean shorts, and rainbow striped stockings.  Scars remind me of how far I’ve come.  How far I’ve come since then.  I pray to God for thanks everyday and pray that next day be just as good as the last.

So now I’m the holder of the key to happiness.  The key lies in a dusty draw because if my family isn’t happy then neither am I.  My physical appearence improved, but my feelings didn’t.  Of course there wasn’t a stream running down my pillow anymore, but I still sit there empty.

It was July 18th, a year since my dad’s death.  The sun’s rays shinned through the glass window, blinding me.  The sky was still blue and white, puffy coulds still floated around.

“Mom, it’s time for breakfast.  Come on.”  I helped Lisa get up, off the bed and step by step to the kitchen.  Mother was physically and mentally unstable.  She didn’t want to see a specialist or take medication.  All she needed was a pencil, piece of paper, and me.  She wrote everyday that she was fine and the least I could do was respect her request not to see a doctor.

“What would you like me to make you?  Blueberry pancakes?  Eggs?  Bacon?  What are your taste buds craving today mom?”  I tried to use my peppy voice, but it didn’t help.

“Hi.”  Lisa was barely speaking.  She only said hi, bye, what, yes, no, morning, night, etc.  These were only the basics, but I knew I had to be patient with her, until she could fully speak again which may take months.  Possibly even years.

“Hello mother.  What do you want me to make you?”  She shook her head no.  “You’re not hungry?”

“No.”

“Okay, well I’m going to take a little walk.  Is that fine?”

“Yes.”  I gently kissed Lisa on her forehead and headed outside.  The grass was greener than green and you could hear birds singing from a mile away.  The world is like a door.  It look perfect on the outside, but on the inside it’s fully of dirty little secrets.  Just like this.  On the outside everything looks fine, but on the inside there’s a family being torn to shreds because of the loss of a famly member.

I merrily skipped along the stone path to the pond and sat down on the wooden bench.  I stared at the brightly orange colored scaled fish gracefully swimming around and the ducks quack and flap their wings to fly.

In the distance there was a black and red spec racing past the trees and other specs.  As it came closer the picture became clearer.  It was a man riding a bike.  Was it a race?  Was he the leader of some dangerous bicycle gang who would ask me if I wanted to take a ride?  I locked my eyes on him and only him.  He was exactly pretty cute.  He had curly brown hair blowing in the wind under a sexy bicycle helmet and a smile that was picture perfect.

Before I knew it, he was gone and I was left there day dreaming.  I dashed back home, my feet feeling like they were walking on air.  I opened the front door panting like a dog.

“Guess what?”  I asked with excitement.

“What?”

I kept my mouth closed.  The words were rattling through my teeth, but I decided I wouldn’t tell her.

The sparkling ring draws my attention away from what must be said…and of course, what must be said just absolutely has to be said. Today, I found your remains, my love. Sadly, it got me to the point where I couldn’t drink my tea.

Tis a sad day when a soon to be bride finds her fiance, is it not? Now I seem to be talking as you would, as a poet would. You were a terrible poet, but that was one of the best things about you.

Now, it’s hundreds of years later. One thing you did not know about me, it’s quite surprising, is that I am not human. I still find myself living in the days that we met. I still live in the same house that you worked for years to build. I still have all of my old petticoat skirts, old fashioned lace up boots…

Yet, now I find myself singing my heart away. I am known as JADE, part of the UTAUloids. Teto-chan…she is like a sister.

Sadly, though, I realize that when I wore those skirts and boots, people shunned them.

It is the year 2317, love, and you family name has died out. I only wish you could have continued it.

My outfits are now forced to change, and the old ones are far to worn..still, all I see in them is you.

Now, my love, I have come done to the end. I have trudged out to the area where your remains were, and I shut down my system. Isn’t it wonderful, love? Now we can be together!

Teto chan reset my system, though I came back with new knowledge. I now know I must hunt down one girl, for in this girl, there is life. And that life, within it, is you.

I have found out now that all lives don’t last forever…and I end my system by you. Will I be seeing you again, love?

Okay, I got bored. This is not the real thing for Miss Jade, but I will come up with something soon. Anyway, Tania, if you can, email me sometime. We haven’t spoken in forever, nyaa~.

“Wait, what’s that?!” She exclaimed, looking straight ahead.
The other two turned their heads in response, and there it was. Bleached white, a wall stood but a hallway down their path. However, somehow this wall was not quite, they noticed unanimously. It was smoothed out at the bottom and top. And another thing:
It was moving.
But of course Leroy, being who he is, grins and proceeds quickly towards it. He stepped so harshly as he ran his bare feet tapped and echoed throughout the halls. Karei and Chris exchange looks of questioning, but curiosity, as curiosity does to children, had filled their mind and terminated intemperance thoughts, propelling them forward as well. They might as well have been children, new and bursting into the world. Chris admired how lightly she stepped; it was like visual and aural poetry at once.
It was not a long period of running before Leroy interrupted Chris’ sympathetic phase, “Guys, stop.”
They obeyed, skidding on their feet. “What?” Karei exhaled.
Leroy had his hands upon the wall before them, “It’s… hairy.” He gasped.
“What?” She repeated.
He lowered his voice to a whisper, “Long cat.”
“Long cat?”
“Look.” He commanded, pointing to his left at what looked like another two walls, each on top of each other, but shorter, and a very long ways away. “That,” He continued, “Is its arms.”
Chris touched his mouth, his jaw hanging. “It’s… it’s not-”
“Long cat is loooong.” She commented.
“Indeed. Come on, maybe we can climb this.” Leroy grabbed a tuft of its hair and began to lift himself.
Just as he did, it started to shake and make a rumbling noise. In fact, Chris could feel the ground moving. In all of the confusion, the magnificent body began to slowly rise. Karei spotted its head, its eyes huge, questioning and round. It reeled open its mouth and let out a horrific screeching noise that ringed through each of their mortal minds.
“Leroy, let go!” Karei screamed at him as he dangled and was rising along with the creature. Leroy’s mouth was moving, but could not be heard over the constant roaring of the building and Long cat. Her head turned to Chris, “The mask! Give me the mask!”
He fumbled in his pocket, shaking with fear (along with the ground). Eventually he found it and it re-inflated as he pulled it from his jeans. Karei stumbled as she ran towards him; the brick columns were trembling and crumbling as the monster began to step. Not helping, Leroy was screaming like hell. Ignoring him, its tremendous foot landed beside of her, throwing her into the air and deforming the ground beneath her.
“Karei!” Chris yelled, throwing his hand in her direction, but Long cat lowered his head to his level and repeated his hideous screech.
Despite her terrible blow, Karei properly landed on her feet with her arm steadying herself while touching the ground. She lifted her head and stood upward. Soon after, she spotted the mask, bouncing from Chris. Regardless of all the flowing emotions, there was only one thing whirling through her mind: That god darned fool, Leroy. God darn it. She sprinted at full speed, feeling as light as a feather. A large collection of bricks shattered on the floor to her left and caught her off guard. She stumbled back and fell to her side, skidding onto her back.

chap 1.

Dimitri laid in bed silently listening to the stomping of leather boots and gunshots, yet none of that mattered to him right now. in the midst of all the fighting was dimitri’s father, his father was not even a soldier! he just helped, sort of a one man militia. As soon as Dimitri drifted off into sleep he heard a cracking-splintering noise. the door had been kicked in by a German soldier. he looked at his dresser for a minute and remembered his father had given him a pistol from a German soldier he killed with the words ” luger 9mm” imprinted in the receiver.

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