Shaun
"Your girlfriend called. She wanted to talk to you," Jason said.
I pushed past him and grabbed the phone. I punched in the correct numbers and Serena picked up on the first ring. She sounded as if she'd been crying.
"Are bạn alone?" she asked.
"Yes," I glanced at Jason's retreating form. He was going to bóng rổ practice.
"It's important," she said, hesitantly.
"You can tell me," I said, patiently.
"God, I'm scared," she whispered.
"Of what?"
Suddenly, she screamed into the phone.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"It's moving," she whispered again, sounding panicked.
"What is, Serena?" I probably sounded confused.
"I'm pregnant!" she screamed, sounding tortured.
I froze. I was pretty sure I wasn't breathing.
"Shaun?" she said, sounding terrified. "Are bạn mad at me?"
"I'm not." How could I be? You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. It's my fault. I'm the one who ruined your future.
"I want an abortion. No one will ever know. It's better that way." She hung up.
I was left unable to move, staring at the cracks in the wall.
Like so many broken dreams.
"Your girlfriend called. She wanted to talk to you," Jason said.
I pushed past him and grabbed the phone. I punched in the correct numbers and Serena picked up on the first ring. She sounded as if she'd been crying.
"Are bạn alone?" she asked.
"Yes," I glanced at Jason's retreating form. He was going to bóng rổ practice.
"It's important," she said, hesitantly.
"You can tell me," I said, patiently.
"God, I'm scared," she whispered.
"Of what?"
Suddenly, she screamed into the phone.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"It's moving," she whispered again, sounding panicked.
"What is, Serena?" I probably sounded confused.
"I'm pregnant!" she screamed, sounding tortured.
I froze. I was pretty sure I wasn't breathing.
"Shaun?" she said, sounding terrified. "Are bạn mad at me?"
"I'm not." How could I be? You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. It's my fault. I'm the one who ruined your future.
"I want an abortion. No one will ever know. It's better that way." She hung up.
I was left unable to move, staring at the cracks in the wall.
Like so many broken dreams.
Hi. My name is Jake Gartner, and right now, basically a huge mutant serpent is coming to nuốt, nhạn me whole, tear me to pieces of flesh, so I have no time to talk right now. Oh, um...you want to follow me? Sure, just accept that everyday will be the best of the thrills. Right now, we are not getting any help from the immortal world, so just know that we have a horrible system of magic right now, and we have an extremely low supply of weapons, thus, the chance that bạn will get out of this mess is around eighty-six percent. (because of me, the master of war) Oh yeah, the serpent. Enough talk. (ROARS) Off to kill a mutant serpent!!! (stabs, deflects, cuts a gash in its head, dies) That's only our first one, trainee. Whatever your name is. tiếp theo time, I invite bạn to tham gia with us on our battle. And it will be even thêm life-consuming, if bạn know what that means.
This is for all the kids who are bullied bởi words. My teachers always say be bleacher people. Lift others up. I hope this poem gives that message to others.
bạn yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I di chuyển on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
hoặc lift
me up.
Why must
bạn hurt
me?
bạn yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I di chuyển on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
hoặc lift
me up.
Why must
bạn hurt
me?