"What's with you?" Mona raises an eyebrow, then raids through my closet for an outfit for me to wear today, "You look like bạn saw Mr Greeley in a speed-o."
I have to laugh at this for a moment, it was a scary thought. Mr Greeley is our AP Biology teacher, and he pretty much resembled a grizzly bear; hair all over. He was a creature of his own kind.
"It's nothing," I tell her as I slip off my PJ's and pull up a pair of boot-cut blue jeans and the button up red áo cánh, blouse with white trim that sits in Mona's arms.
I can't tell Mona about the dream; at least not yet. Dreams come and go so I'm not even worried about having a dream like that again.
Mona is straightening my hair when I hear a door open and shut and I see a figure saunter down the hallway down stairs to the kitchen.
"Morning, Pete," I call and Mona repeats the same greeting. He mutter back something that sounds like "Morning."
Pete is my uncle, and has taken me under his wing since I was three.
bạn see, my parents were out with my uncle Pete and aunt Seether one night and I was at trang chủ with a babysitter, a girl who was so preppy and peppy that if I knew her now I'd probably kill her. hoặc cause severe injury. Lucy, the girl, got a phone call; it was the police. A truck had hit my parent's car and killed everyone except my uncle Pete. He hates when I mention it and I hate when he does too, so we never talk about it.
In fact we hardly speak, ever. If I wake up early and need to tell him something like we're out of milk, I just write a little note and leave it on the fridge. When I get home, the note is gone; but in the fridge there will sit a fresh gallon of milk. We seem use to this system. No các câu hỏi asked.
Mona is the total opposite; it's like she's taken over the whole "Mom" role. She picks me up for school every morning, picks out my clothes, takes me to breakfast, gets me dinner, and drives me around when my car is broken down. I have to keep reminding her that I'm the same age as she is; 17. I could easily take care of myself. Abe and Zion, the other half of our group, agree with me, saying I'm old enough to take care of myself, but she looks past it. Though sometimes I appreciate her care; it's nice to be looked after once in a while.
As we head out the door and make our way to Mona's car, I can't help but look back into my mind about my dream. It seems so unreal, that it could be real.
Have bạn ever felt that something is unreal that bạn make it seem real? hoặc something is real but bạn just make it unreal? Let me give an example; take a book with good guys and bad guys (duh, like every book, right?). Let's say the person bạn want to die doesn't die. That thought is unreal, but bạn do everything in bạn power for it to seem real to you, right? bạn imagine an alternate experience within that story that involves the hated character dying just so it seems real to you.
Now let's take another part of that story; real to unreal. Say that your yêu thích character gets killed. bạn think "that's unreal!" In reality, that's the real ending to it. bạn then think of ways to make it seem like it was unreal and it's all just a dream. The character doesn't really die, sure they fall off the cliff, but a giant moose with wings appears and catches them in midair. bạn see? It's unreal. This also goes for things like phim chiếu rạp and whatever.
This situation goes with me; this dream I had last night seems so real, yet the concept of "dreams" pulls it into the "unreal" category. But why would I want it to be real? I don't, do I?
The dreams won't come creeping back again, will they?
I have to laugh at this for a moment, it was a scary thought. Mr Greeley is our AP Biology teacher, and he pretty much resembled a grizzly bear; hair all over. He was a creature of his own kind.
"It's nothing," I tell her as I slip off my PJ's and pull up a pair of boot-cut blue jeans and the button up red áo cánh, blouse with white trim that sits in Mona's arms.
I can't tell Mona about the dream; at least not yet. Dreams come and go so I'm not even worried about having a dream like that again.
Mona is straightening my hair when I hear a door open and shut and I see a figure saunter down the hallway down stairs to the kitchen.
"Morning, Pete," I call and Mona repeats the same greeting. He mutter back something that sounds like "Morning."
Pete is my uncle, and has taken me under his wing since I was three.
bạn see, my parents were out with my uncle Pete and aunt Seether one night and I was at trang chủ with a babysitter, a girl who was so preppy and peppy that if I knew her now I'd probably kill her. hoặc cause severe injury. Lucy, the girl, got a phone call; it was the police. A truck had hit my parent's car and killed everyone except my uncle Pete. He hates when I mention it and I hate when he does too, so we never talk about it.
In fact we hardly speak, ever. If I wake up early and need to tell him something like we're out of milk, I just write a little note and leave it on the fridge. When I get home, the note is gone; but in the fridge there will sit a fresh gallon of milk. We seem use to this system. No các câu hỏi asked.
Mona is the total opposite; it's like she's taken over the whole "Mom" role. She picks me up for school every morning, picks out my clothes, takes me to breakfast, gets me dinner, and drives me around when my car is broken down. I have to keep reminding her that I'm the same age as she is; 17. I could easily take care of myself. Abe and Zion, the other half of our group, agree with me, saying I'm old enough to take care of myself, but she looks past it. Though sometimes I appreciate her care; it's nice to be looked after once in a while.
As we head out the door and make our way to Mona's car, I can't help but look back into my mind about my dream. It seems so unreal, that it could be real.
Have bạn ever felt that something is unreal that bạn make it seem real? hoặc something is real but bạn just make it unreal? Let me give an example; take a book with good guys and bad guys (duh, like every book, right?). Let's say the person bạn want to die doesn't die. That thought is unreal, but bạn do everything in bạn power for it to seem real to you, right? bạn imagine an alternate experience within that story that involves the hated character dying just so it seems real to you.
Now let's take another part of that story; real to unreal. Say that your yêu thích character gets killed. bạn think "that's unreal!" In reality, that's the real ending to it. bạn then think of ways to make it seem like it was unreal and it's all just a dream. The character doesn't really die, sure they fall off the cliff, but a giant moose with wings appears and catches them in midair. bạn see? It's unreal. This also goes for things like phim chiếu rạp and whatever.
This situation goes with me; this dream I had last night seems so real, yet the concept of "dreams" pulls it into the "unreal" category. But why would I want it to be real? I don't, do I?
The dreams won't come creeping back again, will they?
I wrote this is five minutes. Not that good, I know.
It's in the point of view of a fire.
It's in a fireplace in a living room.
Hope bạn enjoy.
Read to the rhythym bạn would
'The Night Before Christmas'
I flickered and jumped
and sat on the logs
and watched as the human
kicked off his clogs.
The dog soon followed
and sat bởi his side
and they soon were asleep
and my flame soon died.
But a flicker did linger
and I wondered a bit.
When would be the tiếp theo time
that I would be lit?
-starwarsfangirl
5/4/10
It's in the point of view of a fire.
It's in a fireplace in a living room.
Hope bạn enjoy.
Read to the rhythym bạn would
'The Night Before Christmas'
I flickered and jumped
and sat on the logs
and watched as the human
kicked off his clogs.
The dog soon followed
and sat bởi his side
and they soon were asleep
and my flame soon died.
But a flicker did linger
and I wondered a bit.
When would be the tiếp theo time
that I would be lit?
-starwarsfangirl
5/4/10
I am bored with love
and it's passionless limbs
that drape over my bed
in a lethargic state of impotence
while wearing the same red heart
my soul picked up hitchhiking
off highway serendipity
Now here we are
alone in togetherness
trying to build dreams
with two bởi fours and glue,
but even a home
won't tie us together
when our hearts live alone
Poetic vows cliched
into nothingness
like all words do, eventually
and we allowed our bodies to become another pair of hollow shadows that make tình yêu to a wall
instead of each other
and we wonder why
the hoa hồng are dying
and it's passionless limbs
that drape over my bed
in a lethargic state of impotence
while wearing the same red heart
my soul picked up hitchhiking
off highway serendipity
Now here we are
alone in togetherness
trying to build dreams
with two bởi fours and glue,
but even a home
won't tie us together
when our hearts live alone
Poetic vows cliched
into nothingness
like all words do, eventually
and we allowed our bodies to become another pair of hollow shadows that make tình yêu to a wall
instead of each other
and we wonder why
the hoa hồng are dying
jamie is a beautiful girl. she has long ,blond hair,she has a màu hồng, hồng áo sơ mi and dark blue jeans. she was the cousin of lindsey.
she was walking her dog,sweetie,when,jamie tripped on a rock. she thn fell into the arms of trent.
'hell," he said.
"thnks for saving me,abd hi."
"you okay?"
"yeah,but,i,need to rest,and my house is pretty far from here.
"you can com,e over. i live across."
"thanks,um,"
"trent."
"trent."
they went to trents house,and they went up to his rom
"and this is my room."
i had a gray wall,with gutiar poster,and a bed.closet,drawers and other things.
"wow,thats a cool room."
"thanks."
"listen,do bạn have a girlfreind?"
"no,why?'
"i dont,do bạn wanna go out?"
"okay."
"so.."
then trent kissed jamie,and thats hat went on for the rest of the day.
she was walking her dog,sweetie,when,jamie tripped on a rock. she thn fell into the arms of trent.
'hell," he said.
"thnks for saving me,abd hi."
"you okay?"
"yeah,but,i,need to rest,and my house is pretty far from here.
"you can com,e over. i live across."
"thanks,um,"
"trent."
"trent."
they went to trents house,and they went up to his rom
"and this is my room."
i had a gray wall,with gutiar poster,and a bed.closet,drawers and other things.
"wow,thats a cool room."
"thanks."
"listen,do bạn have a girlfreind?"
"no,why?'
"i dont,do bạn wanna go out?"
"okay."
"so.."
then trent kissed jamie,and thats hat went on for the rest of the day.
i dindnt say anything for a minute,then i spoke.
'do bạn know why?"
'well,she đã đưa ý kiến something about an old friend in texas." izzy told me.
"you dont think.."
"maybe.where else could she have gone?"
"come bởi my house after school,i have plan."
After school,izzy came over.We went to my room.
"what are we gonna do?"izzy asked,as soon as she walked in the room.
"wee gonig to find aslee" i siad,trying to sound as serious as possible.
"youre kidding,right? i mean,where are we gonna go?"izzy said.
"texas"
she stared at me.Blankly.Not saying a thing.As if she was gonna drop dead.
"izzy?"i asked,trying to get her back to reality.
"you must be on drugs," she said
"what?"
"youve got to be joking me.i mean,your mom is not gonig to take us,my mom is dead,and theres no way ere gonna..wait...your not saying?
"yep,wee going to texas"
'do bạn know why?"
'well,she đã đưa ý kiến something about an old friend in texas." izzy told me.
"you dont think.."
"maybe.where else could she have gone?"
"come bởi my house after school,i have plan."
After school,izzy came over.We went to my room.
"what are we gonna do?"izzy asked,as soon as she walked in the room.
"wee gonig to find aslee" i siad,trying to sound as serious as possible.
"youre kidding,right? i mean,where are we gonna go?"izzy said.
"texas"
she stared at me.Blankly.Not saying a thing.As if she was gonna drop dead.
"izzy?"i asked,trying to get her back to reality.
"you must be on drugs," she said
"what?"
"youve got to be joking me.i mean,your mom is not gonig to take us,my mom is dead,and theres no way ere gonna..wait...your not saying?
"yep,wee going to texas"
poem 1:the world
the sun shines bright
there's day,and there's night
both are beautiful sights
this is the world
Winter,spring,summer,and fall
is a magical season
so there is no reason
for bạn to hate
seasons so great
we are all one
we need the sun
we need the air
we all care
about the world
poem 2:love
there is something above
we cant see it
we cant bee it
but we all know what it is
it is love
tình yêu is what we need
to live,to breath
to be what we can be
we all need love
tình yêu is power
tình yêu is strong.
thats why tình yêu songs
are so very strong
Poem 3:run (this one isnt all that good)
in the sun
is where i run
away from here
ill not be near
Something that will kill me
something that can be
so deadly and strong
and can kill me with a song
thats why i run
in the sun
i still remember bạn hum.
im sorry i must run.
the sun shines bright
there's day,and there's night
both are beautiful sights
this is the world
Winter,spring,summer,and fall
is a magical season
so there is no reason
for bạn to hate
seasons so great
we are all one
we need the sun
we need the air
we all care
about the world
poem 2:love
there is something above
we cant see it
we cant bee it
but we all know what it is
it is love
tình yêu is what we need
to live,to breath
to be what we can be
we all need love
tình yêu is power
tình yêu is strong.
thats why tình yêu songs
are so very strong
Poem 3:run (this one isnt all that good)
in the sun
is where i run
away from here
ill not be near
Something that will kill me
something that can be
so deadly and strong
and can kill me with a song
thats why i run
in the sun
i still remember bạn hum.
im sorry i must run.
I remember the times of the i tình yêu you's
and times when it was i hate you.
But bạn come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights bạn stayed.
The child in me, from the times bạn loved me.
The debt bạn owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time bạn spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that bạn are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when bạn apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
and times when it was i hate you.
But bạn come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights bạn stayed.
The child in me, from the times bạn loved me.
The debt bạn owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time bạn spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that bạn are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when bạn apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
