Month: November 2011

Prologue:

Dr. Swengaurd was bent over something. It was an arm. The arm was made entirely out of metal. Wires colored blue and red created a tangled mass that looked impossible to untangle. A spark. The Dr. had struck something. He straightened his back, setting down the small pair of pliers on the table. On the metallic arm was a pad. On the pad were around 20 buttons of various colors and shapes. He pressed a button. The arm twitched. He pressed another button. A finger lifted up and pointed straight at him.

The Dr. laughed. At first it was a small chuckle of satisfaction. Soon it turned into a howl of triumph. It was loud and wild. It echoed around his almost empty work room. It traveled down the hall of his labratory and greeted any still-awake scientist who was working.

When the last gale of laughter had left him, the Dr. became sober once more. His long, grey hair reached his shoulders. Now he pulled it into a pony tail. He reached into a box and pulled out a pair of grey gloves. They were NoElectro Gloves. They kept the electricity out and away from your fingers.

He picked up the arm. Slowly, he carried to a bed. It was not really a bed. Just his workbench turned into a bed to acomidate its guest. Lying on the table cloth was a body. A metallic body. Some parts were uncovered and revealed wires and button pads. The scientist attched the arm. Now it was complete. The entire robot was done. Head to foot of metal and wires. Dr. Swengaurd pressed a button on its chest.

Nothing happened. Everything was still. Then…

Its eyes opened with a Click!

They were blood red…

To be Continnued…

Dear the Ex-BestMate.
Its like hell, the pain flaring through my heart at the thought of him. With my best friend. The rumors are spreading like wildfire. He is shooting looks in our direction. I blush, then notice you blushing too. It rips my heart out. My stomach twists in uncomfortable knots. I realize how close you two are. How much you love each other. And something inside me died. It collapsed. And even up to this day, i’m still not sure whether it was my heart. Or my respect for you. You were the ones i loved.
Faithfully, Caitlin. xXx

I look in the mirror
And glance at the girl
Staring back at me
Shes not what I remember
Shes not what I’d expect
Sad eyes
Tear streaked face
Her usual chocolate brown eyes
Were red and puffed
The freckles that crossed her face
Were glazed over with dried up tears
This was not her
This can’t be me
What happened to my eyes
What happened to my face
This isn’t me
This isn’t right
And so I leave the mirror
And head o the bathroom to wash up
Glancing at the razor
And then to my wrist
I quickly leave the bathroom
In fear of myself
In fright of what I would do
What would happen
What would I do
Nothing good
Can come of this
I go back to my reflection
In the mirror
Hanging from my wall
Looking past the eyes
Looking past the glaze
The girl in the mirror
Still is me
The chocolate brown eyes
Still are there
The freckles
Are still there underneath the glaze
I’ll always be me
Regardless of the looks

Of all the people I could’ve ran into on my way out, it had to be Mr. Steve. I had slept the night, packed my things on the morning after breakfast, and was about to head off on Blaze. But no of course not. Things just don’t work that way. With about 3 bags full of personal belongings and another 3 bags of food and water I swiped from the kitchen (sorry kitchen) I had headed out to the barn and ran right into Mr. Steve.

“Sophia?”

“Claire.” I mumbled but he didn’t hear.

“What are you doing with all of your bags?”

“It’s been a nice stay but I really have to get going now.”

“Now you can’t do that. I really think you should reconsider.”

“No I really have to leave. So many things to do and so little time.” He gave me a disapproving look.

“We can’t let you do that. You know to much. I’m afraid we’ll have to hold you as our prisoner instead now that you want to leave.” He twisted his glowing red bracelet and spoke into it.

“I’m gonna need some guards out here in fount of building 3, behind the stables.”

“Understood.” The bracelet said back.

In only a few seconds troops ran out from everywhere and surrounded me. I saw Ryan walk out with them but no in the ridiculous jumpsuits the others wore. What did you do? he mouthed to me. I shrugged my shoulders.

“Ryan, she is yours to take to the dungeons.” Mr.Steve said but Ryan didn’t move.

“No.” He said and Mr. Steve looked at him with surprise.

“What?”

“No. I won’t do it.” Mr. Steve narrowed his eyes.

“Troops. Take Ryan to the dungeon as well.”

Right at that point, the troops’ focus was on someone else and I took the chance to back-kick the man behind me right in the jaw. He drooped like a stone and I wrapped my legs around the neck of the man next to him when I spun high in the air. He was twisted in the air and landed hard on his back as I did but hurt me way less than it hurt him. A man suddenly was charging at me from behind and I pulled my legs still wrapped around the unconscious man up and catapulted him through the air and into the running man. It took away most of my strength but I wouldn’t need it. All of the other men had ran as soon as they saw what I did the first 3 men. I stood and whistled. A loud banging noise came from the stables and Blaze came charging out. I grabbed my bags but right when I was about to pull myself onto the saddle I had put on him earlier, I heard the click of a gun behind me. Mr. Steve had pointed a small revolver at my back. I had seen them at markets and what they could do and trust when I say it’s not pretty.

“I should have never let you stay with us. I should’ve known you were just a spy from the beginning. I should’ve shoot you right when you stepped foot on our territory. But it’s ok. Because now I can make it up by killing you right now.”

He aimed it at my heart and put a little bit of pressure on the trigger right when Ryan slammed into him from the side causing him to shoot in the air. I threw myself on Blaze and he knew to run. I looked back to see Ryan and Mr. Steve fighting over the gun until they disappeared in the thick of the trees never to be seen again.

Dear reader,
I was 13 when i first fell in love. I’ll never forget it. My mates thought he was ugly. They thought he was horrible. But i saw something different in him. He was handsome, but not in a conventional way. With his shoulder-length hair a slightly pointed face, i fell deeply, sadly in love. But this story doesnt have a happ ending. He liked someone else. It broke my heart. But it helped me grow. Now i’m living a better life. I’m stronger emotionally,and i guess i have to thank that boy fr loving that trampy dog of a person. Hey, just because i dont like him, doesnt mean i can like her
Just remember, that even the worst heartbreak has a silver lining. Just hold on tight. And dont let go.
From the faithful helper.

I just want to say, this never happened to me, i got the inspiration from my art teacher. Thanks to everyone who reads this. Much love, Caitlin xXx

I search all around
Looking in all the nooks and crannies
Searching for just one person
One is all I need
Just someone who will care
Someone who will love
I need someone to hold me
A person who won’t let me down
Someone who won’t make my cry
Time and time again
I want just one person to be here for me
In all my times of need
I shoulder to cry on
A person to lean on
Just one is all I want

I turn around after someone taps me on the shoulder. I’m wearing a gray sweatshirt, a t-shirt with a llama on it that my sister made for me, a long skirt (school dress code: must wear skirt), and sneakers. Who do I see before me but one of the class’s gossips and general mean girl, who loves targeting me! She stares me down. I ask coldly,  ”What do you want?”  “I dare you to go in to the room where the boys are and say “Look at my llama shirt!”, she replies.  (Boys and girls are separated in the morning.) Right off the bat, I say no.

Later, she comes over to me again while I’m chatting with a classmate. “Do you want to go in to the hall with me?”, she asks, oh so innocent. I immediately know what she wants and say no. “Fine. Will you go to Mrs. ******’s room with me?”, she asks. I know one of her buddies are in that room and say no.  “Fine. Will you go to Mr. ********’s room with me?”, she asks. (This was where the boys were.) “I know you want to humiliate me. “, I say coldly.  (I know that everybody will know that she roped me in to it, but I will still be humiliated.) Then I explode. “Do you think that just because I joke with everybody and am goofy and different from you that I don’t have my pride or dignity?”, I say loudly, ” And that because I’m different from you I’m not human and don’t have feelings?” As I’m speaking, her eyes widen and she says, “Woah! Anger management! I don’t want to humiliate you.”, as if she hasn’t done anything wrong to me ever, didn’t have malicious intentions, and I had no right to be angry. The classmate who I was chatting with was standing by as this happened and said to her, “Just get away! Leave her alone!”

From this I learned an important lesson: Be different, but don’t let people take advantage of you and remember to have pride and dignity.

When the tide comes in,

what do you feel?

When the waves crash,

are you like an eel,

wiggling away in fear?

Do you feel that something special

is near?

When you see other footprints on the sand,

do you take that person’s hand?

All that you do,

depends on you.

When life knocks you down,

remember

that you are the master of your fate.

In the morning I got up, ate breakfast by myself, and stayed in my room for the rest of the long day only leaving it to visit Blaze. No one came to talk to me except John every once and a while but I think he understand that I wanted to be alone for a while so usually kept his distance. This went on for a few days until a knock came from the door. With out me even telling him it was unlocked Ryan barged in and slammed the door shut behind him.

“What is your problem?” He yelled at me.

“What are you talking about?” not really yelling, just glad that he was talking to me even if it did come in the form of yelling.

“You know what I’m talking about! You turn me down and your the one who acts like their insides are turned out!”

“So you missed me?” I asked changing the subject. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair causing it to stand up.

“Yes ok? I missed you. Why can’t you tell that I like you?”

“Why can’t you tell that I like you?”

“Because you never… Whoa what?” He yelled as he just understood what I said.

“Yes I know you like me and yes, I like you but I’m telling you for the sake of both of us. It won’t work.” It was a lot harder saying it again and I don’t think I could have done it a 3rd time.

“Why? Why can’t it work between us.”

“Well for starters you should know that I won’t be staying forever. I will leave eventually.”

“But you don’t have to. You can stay here as a permanent citizen. You don’t have to go.”

“No, Ryan, I can’t. Every day I stay hear I become more and more restless. I can’t stay here. In fact, I’ll probably be gone in less than 2 days.”

“But you still can’t leave!!”

“Yes I can.”

“No you can’t! Mr. Steve won’t let you.”

“I don’t care what Mr. Steve thinks. He can’t stop me ok? End of discussion.”

I nodded my head in the direction of the door and he knew it was useless to argue with me. He left in silence and I realized what I had just done. Guess I’m leaving.

That kid who I punch when he sings during math,

the kid that I chat with during social studies.

So many stories,

so many days of school.

More friends than enemies,

more stories to tell.

Here sounds the bell,

another class,

another story to hear,

another story to tell.

I really would be beat

if I had to tell you

about all the friends I meet

and all the stories I tell

and hear!

It really is queer

how many stories I hear

in one day!

*This is based upon my first few months of sixth grade. (This is my third month, to be exact!)

The old blind man staggered aimlessly through the dark cave. Arms outstretched, he felt for something warm and familiar, but received a mysterious cool breeze and the sound of his footsteps against the wet rock floor.  Suddenly, his heart gave a little tug. The old man tilted his head a bit to the left, his useless eyes darting from place to place. His mind screaming not to, his arms fell to his side and the man took a firm step forward for the first time since he’d wrapped his hand around his cane and its comfortable grip. The Blind man hadn’t taken an unguided step in years. In realizing this, his pride flared, his back straightened, and his wrinkled hands clenched into fists with new determination. The man took another brave step forward, then another, adapting to the new independent feeling of walking without a stick of assistance.

His heart urging him, the man began to run, his old bones under weak protest as he did so. The man smiled to himself. He was running! He wasn’t running and he wasn’t bumping into cave walls or tripping over depressions in the earth.

But all too suddenly, his heart stopped encouraging him. The man was alone again. The man was blind again.

“Bend down,” came his heart, “Run your fingers across the ground.”

The man, seeing no other option, followed these instructions. Feeling nothing, he brought his hands in to support to support his weight, preparing to stand. His hands hit a small heavy sphere, causing it to roll towards his knees. The man fingered the object, bringing it close to his face as if he could still see it. Though, blind he was, he could almost feel the small thing radiate, as if it were a miniature sun. Not only light did it radiate but it seemed to give the man a sense of warmth and familiarity. He smiled, enclosing it inside his hand, bringing it into his pocket. The man suppressed a grin to which he hadn’t felt upon his face in a long time. He’d found this bit of happiness alone, without any assistance whatsoever. This new feeling of independence acted like a drug to the old man, and, stubborn he was, he began searching for new glimpses of happiness.

The ocean stretches before you,

vast and seemingly endless.

The waves ripple across the wide expanse.

Your thoughts and mind stretch before you,

vast and seemingly endless.

Your thoughts ripple across the wide expanse.

Your mind and the ocean,

are one of the same.

Yet,

they differ in some ways.

Are the waves rippling in the ocean

propelled by a yearning for fame?

No.

Are the thoughts rippling in your mind

propelled by a yearning for fame?

Depends.

Do your thoughts come to an end?

Never.

You must be clever

to enter the vast expanse of your mind.

The sun creeps in,

and eventually bursts across the sky.

A new day is born.

Leave the bad, worn feelings of yesterday behind,

and start anew.

Cross the line that

divides between yesterday

and today.

Let your thoughts wander

for a day.

Because today will

be yesterday,

soon.

The girl with the “uncool” clothes,

the girl that bullies and wears bows.

Who are these people really?

Look beyond the surface,

and you will see different people,

honestly!

The bully,

just insecure.

The “uncool”,

yearning to break free

of the stereotypical girl who is obsessed with being “pretty”.

Just look beyond,

and you will see

the two sides of you, him, or

me!