The Many Quotes of a Jerk

"I will do anything for you"

Does this include helping with homework, singing with me for extra credit in class, respecting my boundries and being emotially there for me? Apparently to you, It doesn't even come close. You promise all these things and say all these wonderful things expecting I wont remember or they wont actually happen. I am a sensitive, naive, young girl and when I hear something like that, I take it seriously. You just say it to get something from me.

Here is some news: It's not going to happen.

"I'll be faithful."

That is a big "YEAH RIGHT!" You've done it before. Why not now? How can I trust you if another person in this world doesn't trust you enough to stay with you? Good questions, I know. If you can answer any of these without saying "That was then and this is now" or "I would never do that to you", then you might be worth it but if your answer has anything to do with the "other girl" or how it was a "mistake", then you aren't. You weren't faithful by choice and that choice was yours.

Uh Hello?

I am clear as day. I exist. I live and breath just like you did those many months ago when I was all you seemed to think about. I was in your life and still am, that is if you actually let me be a part of what you care about so much. I was like the little baby fish in the creek that didn't know whether to swim against the current or go with its light flow that increasingly became stronger as time went on. That creek turned to a rush; a rush of tears that tore my heart apart every single time I saw you.

It wasn't like I was obsessed or "in love" or lusting you and only you, but it hurt that you could play me like any other girl. We had something. We may not as of right now, but we still had something and that cannot be ignored at this point in time. You know and I know that you were the knight that swept me off my feet and threw me onto your Stallion and kissed me as we rode off into the distance. The spontanious gesture held true to me that I was something more than another fish in the sea. I was the fish, the target, the bulls-eye, the gold medal that you wanted by your side so greatly.

I may be lost within what those days held to me, but I cannot look at another man the same way I look at you. I was Rupunzel and you climbed my hair but instead of reaching me, you got tired couldn't hold on and let go without a fight. That fight was worth it but you and your self centered muscles seemed to not want to climb but just jump and run off to find another tower to climb. That is you, but this is me and I don't want to be part of your game anymore.

To my disfortune, I must continue on loving who you are and used to be. Goodbye.

It Doesn't Matter.

It doesn't matter who you are dating, what your reputation is or what kind of clothes you wear.
It shouldn't matter if you are in love, what people think of you and what your personal style is.

It doesn't matter what you like to do and what makes you happy.
It shouldn't matter what you are interested in and what gives brings you bliss.

It doesn't matter if you have a big house, a car or all the money in the world.
It shouldn't matter if you are lucky enough to be exposed to wealth.

It doesn't matter who you are, your personality and what your future may be.
It shouldn't matter who you are, the way you act and the type of person you want to become.

It doesn't matter if you get everything you ever want, handed to you.
It shouldn't matter if you are fortunate enough to be given these things.

It doesn't matter your religion, your polical views or your own personal problems.
It shouldn't matter if you have your own morals, rules and difficulties in life.

It doesn't matter who you share your deepest darkest secrets with.
It shouldn't matter who you tell anything.

It doesn't matter who you like.
It shouldn't matter what your sexuality is.

It does matter that people are being bullied everyday for being themselves, expressing who they truely are.
It should matter that they are people just like everyone else.

It doesn't matter to you.
But it DOES matter to me.

The Boy Who Likes Me

Look at that boy. Aren't I just lucky?

That greasy gross boy is unbelievably yucky.

He grabs my hand and thinks he's all stunning,

but all he really does is make me flee running.

He isn't a man, but he says he's in love.

I'm sad he's that boy that looks like a dove.

When I said that I liked him, I meant just as a friend.

Except the second text I wrote, just wouldn't send.

I tried and tried till the message sent. SCORE!

Then, Here comes gross lazy knocking at my door.

I must've lead him on, be accident of course.

All that pushing and shoving must be the source.

He smiles like a creeper, when he looks at me.

When I tell him to stop, he denies all my pleas.

I guess I do like that mouse of a man,

but becoming his girlfriend really WASN'T my plan.  

A Bad Day

Apparently, One good day is too much to ask for. You wish for a single day in a year that has barely started yet, but hasn't started off to the best of its ability. Even though, people tell you that you have the choice to make your day better, How are you going to make a day better when you feel as if your insides are trying to punch through your skin, a close relative died or one of your best friends stabbed you in the back so hard, that you lost sight of what reality really is? Those simple but common things break us down and make us into monsters of society.

Do you understand that someones feelings can get hurt with every word you say? I bet you don't. The first instinct of some people is to comfort the person or persons, who's day has melted into a puddle of tears. That isn't always the best thing to do. Just showing a concern for the person who has been hurt and letting them know you care is probably the best thing you can do, because I honestly wouldn't want a bunch of people coming up to me and screaming "What's wrong?" in my face. Then again, there are those inconsiderate lifeless boys who just want to get a laugh out of their friends and will try and put you down. I really hope you know that they are only doing it to make themselves look all macho and tough. Its called being a douche and its common in men (Boys!) who are cocky as hell. They just want a rise out of you but the best thing you can do is sink your face back into your book and put in your headphones. IGNORE THEM. Also, Ignore those snobby loud girls who may sit behind you. Sure, they are badmouthing random people, but they only do it to make themselves seem superior.

I just want to make clear though, that these "snobby" girls aren't always the stereotypical cheerleaders. They could be anyone! They are the ones who no one likes, but everyone hangs around because they are either rich, are friends with attractive people or, to guys, have a nice ass. These are the people who throw backhanded compliments, give dirty nasty looks  to people they have never talked to before and make their put-downs public, through facebook, twitter or just talking to loud. I am not singling anyone out in this. BUT, this message is to all the girls who do that, "SHUT UP!" Understand that you can hurt someones feelings with every word you say, even if it is behind their back to people who don't even talk to that person.

A little advice from me: When you have a bad day, single yourself off from people. You can talk to your best friends about it if you really want, but don't make it a huge scene. No one likes attention whores. Don't completely cut yourself off from the people at school, but keeping away from the people who would tease you if they saw you crying stops drama and may make your day just a little more calm and peaceful. If the bad day started the day before, wear some comfy lazy clothes to school. Tight jeans and flowery uncomfortable shirts, metaphorically, hold in all your emotions. One day of letting yourself go, wearing no make-up, hair in a pony tail and wearing slippers to school will let you feel a little more relaxed and wont bring you that much attention. Honestly, just take that bad day as a lesson because for every few bad days, there is always a really good one to follow.

Love is all you need. You may be having a bad day, but don't panic. There is always a light at the end of that tunnel.

The Boy Doesn't Know

The tension grew as I made my way haistly through the front door of the long classroom. My short dress clung tight to my legs as the breeze blew my hair back, past my shoulders. A blast of hot air hit my face as I crossed the center of the room and my face turned a bright pink. I quickly shuffled to my seat and pulled out my phone as a distraction. I gave myself time for my face to blend back to its normal color before looking up for him. I scanned the classroom and as my eyes neared his seat, he turned around to look at me.

Just a second. I only stared for a second, but he caught my eyes and my faced rolled out in a flush of red and I turned back down to my phone in my lap. That feeling that he may or may not be looking at me, left me worried that I would do something wrong. Knowing myself, I would probably drop my phone or end up messing my hair up when trying to look "sexy" as I flipped it back. Which means, having to think about every second like it is life or death. That was my only way of getting out of that small classroom without making a complete fool of myself.

It wasn't like I was ignoring him. It was like he was ignoring me. Not one word was spoken between us within the last three weeks. There was nothing I could do. Confronting him would be like going up to your last boyfriend, who cheated on you, and telling him you still love him after all he did to you. It is the most difficult thing a girl, at my age, could do; Besides acctually doing something that would make me more nervous than ever, like performing a speech for an audience of a million. My reputation and my sanity were on the line and it was an either/or situation. I didn't want to give up either, but I felt it would be better to talk than to ignore.

I looked up once more. He was talking to that cheerleader girl. That one "special" cheerleader with the nice ass, gorgeous boyfriend, big house and millions of friends. The kind of girl I would never stoop so low to be. The jealousy set in at that point. He was basically making it obvious to me that we probably weren't ever going to talk ever again. I am fine with it. He could have at least said that he didn't want to talk. It was awkward as is.

The clocked spun faster than I thought it would have. The bell rung so loud it startled me and I quickly tried to pack up my things. I was too late though. He had already walked on by and found one of his sports buddies. I missed my chance and stood there waiting for another opprotunity to arise, but it never came. Still, the only thing on my mind is confronting the loser that broke my heart without even saying a word. For now, I just hope there will come a day that the "douchebag" of a guy he is pretending to be, will wear a nicer side and realize that he broke my heart. For now, I am lost with that feeling that I am the loser and not him. BUT, for now, I also know I am the better person and that all guys these days are like this, I just need to find the right one.

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Love Quote

The secret that has come forth to be known in the reality of an act of love or companionship, is brought with misery. Astonishment as the passerby is left without the one for whom they desire. All the while, the one for which they truly desire is left with nothing else but embarrassment by which the passerby caused. A wave of the hand for which could change an entire life.
Jealousy comes into play as the girl or boy who stares off into their own fantasy is ignored by the being in which the dream may be about. By and by, the one thing on the mind of the fantasized being may be something for which feels the best to them or to the dreamer himself.
Thought be true to this tale, be not in the others mind but find a crevice or wound to sneak your way into their heart.

Wondering.

There are times in your life where you stand in between knowing and guessing. Sometimes the guessing can be correct. When you don't know though, It could be a complete exaggeration of the legitimate truth, good or bad. You are faced with the realization that the absolute worst can happen or the most amazing thing can happen. Be told by that guess that its not exactly true with whatever you think. It doesn't matter in the end because everything in life happens for a specific reason.

So, next time you are freaking out because you didn't make the gymnastics team, the guy you like doesn't like you back or you did something that could hurt someone else's feelings, just remember to keep calm and don't exaggerate what could actually happen. It is your life. Although you cannot change the outcome like you would in a dream, you must be prepared for the consequences and have a back up plan. Everything is happening for a reason, so make the reason a good one. It gives you something to live for.

A quick quote of the day.

Whilest not thy true passion that bringeths me towards facing thy truest love, but thy love that beith burning beneath thy soul, smoking up into thou's heavens, that carries thy body of passion to you. - Me

This basically means that I am not talking to you because I like you, I am talking to you because I love you. That gut feeling tells me I do:)

What could be, the end.

I sat motionless on the porch gazing off into the colorful horizon of the ocean. The breeze was soft and warm. The day had come and gone in, what felt like, a few minutes. With the wind, the smell of bonfires and barbeque's wafted  up towards the house. Smoke which rose from the campfires on the beach created charcoal black trails through the sky. Many of the people for whom sat around the fires, held guitars. They played soft tunes for which I could hardly hear. The waves were crashing against the beach with a sort of a hesitant thump. A wave would form and then, instead of rolling onto the beach, would slap against the beach creating splashes of water that soaked and fascinated the campers.


A call from inside woke me from my focus. Still staring at the water, I walked up the steps and to the door. Waiting on the opposite side of the door was my mother with a calmed look on her face. After all the news we have been receiving today, I was surprised she was so calm. In her left hand, she held a closed fist and in her right, a suitcase. She placed them outside on the front porch, turned and walked into the house once more. Without talking, she motioned me to come inside and shut the door. I walked to the couch in the living room and sat down.
"Mother. Are you OK?" I asked. It took fer a few moments, in a quiet tone she responded.
"No. Have you been paying attention to the TV?"
"No, I have been out on the porch all day. Is something wrong?"
"Yes. The news reporter has stated that eight different tsunamis have hit the coasts all around the world. He advised that everyone leave immediately to higher ground..." She paused. While, pacing back and forth she whispered quietly to herself. "Eight, eight, that's more than in the past 10 years. Eight..." She turned to me. "...If we don't get out of here, those tsunami's are coming straight for us."


That is when the fireworks started. Down on the beach, screams pierced the air. These "fireworks" were not the good kind, but the kind where if you get hit you die, and everyone around you does as well. I was trying rapidly to grab the suitcases my mother was pulling out and throw them out onto the porch. One more boom and we were out of there. I threw my bags into the car and slammed the door. I jumped into the drivers seat and waited for my mother to bring out her things. After a few minutes of waiting, she jumped in and threw all the other suitcases in the back of the car. She was panicked. Tears streamed down her face as we pulled out of the drive. I knew exactly where to go. We lived on a large hill, half way to the top. If we were at the top or even the other side, nothing would be able to get us. I drove.


Twenty minutes later, we reached the top of the hill. I figured we were about a thousand feet from the surface of the water. Traffic was ruff. Everybody seemed to have the same idea as we did. Listening to the radio on the way up left me frightened and made me realize why everyone was in a hurry.


"There are reports of a tsunami hitting Hawaii. All of the area is covered in water and we cannot get a clear radio call to the islands. Anyone on the Pacific Ocean, is advised to leave the area."


The radio signal went fuzzy and a national alert call was broad casted. I looked to mother who was breathing heavy in the passenger seat. She looked at me as if she was petrified. Her hands shook fast. I handed her a water bottle out of the case we had in the back seat. She took a sip but couldn't swallow it. She was to terrified.


"This is a message from the National Alert System. Terrifying nine-point-two earth quakes have been reported just off the coast of southern California. Anyone within two-hundred miles of the coast is required to move inland. You are predicted to have ten minutes before the waves hit the coast. Move now. Leave everything behind. This is a message from the National..."


It repeated over and over again. Every time it did though, the minutes got shorter and shorter. Once traffic started moving again, I made the good decision to drive onwards. Eight minutes left. I started to count down in my head. "Eight minutes. Fifty-nine, Fifty-eight, Fifty-seven..." I couldn't count any longer after I hit six minutes. By the time the alert had stated "Less than 3 minutes", Mother and I were all the way over the hill and into the valley. The cars around were speeding from one-hundred to one-hundred and twenty miles and hour. I passed a few crashes. Some were terrible, dead bodies, blood. Some of them, the people jumped out of their cars and tried to flag down another one to pick them up.


"You are predicted to have less than a minute before the waves hit the coast. Move now. Leav.." The radio signal went fuzzy and the sounds of the tsunami sirens went off. The ground was shaking as if someone had placed a cell phone as large as Manhattan under the freeway. The valley was about 10 miles long. I had made it about three-quarters of the way through when the ground started shaking. Everybody started to move faster. Cars pulled into the crop fields and zoomed past me at nearly one-hundred and fifty miles and hour. The cars on the freeway moved fast as well. Then there was a thud.


The ground started to slide behind us. In the rear view mirror, I could see the trees on the top of the hill falling over and sliding down the road. Cars behind me were pushing faster and faster. I was about a mile from the other hill now. Cracks and screams were heard loudly over the roars of the cars. I looked over to mother who was in shock in the passenger seat. I couldn't do anything now, I had to keep driving. I grabbed her hand and held it tight. We were now on the hill. I could now see the water pouring over the top of the other hill. It was far away, but not far enough.


Suddenly, A car coming from the road parallel to the one I was on pulled out in front of me. I swerved to try not to hit it but rear ended it and ended up almost getting completely quished between two cars. I pulled over to the side. The water was coming. It was in the valley. Coming for us, faster than anycar can travel.


A man in a bright yellow vest yanked the door to my car open. I jumped out of the car and fell to the ground.
"Are you ok?" He asked loudly.
"I am fine. We need to find shelter." I responded.
"I know just the place." He pulled me up and retrieved my mother from the seat. He carried her and we ran as fast as we could to what looked to be his house. He led us down into the basement and rocked three times on the door. A young woman answered and swung the door open for us. He set my mother down and helped her walk to the corner  of the room.
 I grabbed his arm.

“And for what reason are you grabbing my arm?” He said sympathetically.

“I am scared.” I replied in a deep voice.

“I know you are everyone is.” I leaned my head on his chest. In terror, I began to cry.

Water was very close now. I could hear the waves coming up the hill. The lights went out. There was no screams. Quiet.        

Tears are shed.

You feel the tears welling up  in your eyes. Your throat is clenching up and you can't speak. Breathing becomes a small struggle while your faced with pain, loss, or sadness. The feeling can't be lost, no matter how hard you try. Your gut instinct is to cry. The tears are that sadness. Your vision becomes blurry are your lips twitch with the feeling of pain. I can't stress enough how bad that feels to me. Whether it be a good kind of cry or a bad kind of cry, Tears are shed.

Life throws out situations that leave you with nothing to do, but cry. You reach for comfort from other people, unless you are someone who is better working things out on your own. The only bad part is once you bottle up those sad and angry feelings, they have to come out sometime. The yelling, fighting, and screaming at one and other is what makes the situation even worse. Those emotions mixed with a backfire of rage from the other person leave you ending up empty of control. Tears are shed.

The loss of a loved one. Life has its start and ending points. They are welcomed with crying. They are ended with crying. Its a part of the experience every person needs to overcome their entire lives as a whole. This event is worse than fighting. Those tears hurt. Your chest rumbles and you find yourself terrified of the life that is to come after that moment passes. Tears are shed.

In the end, you can't help it. It just happens. You cannot stop it. It keeps going on and on. The sadness building up and up will make you burst and the tears flow like a river in the spring. Whats to come is never known but it all happens for a reason. Divorce, Death, Anger, Sadness, etc. Tears are shed.

Wondering

There is a moment in every persons life where they are in wonder.

Wondering if they got the job to wondering if something can be seriously wrong with them.

Common, its all in your head.

No one knows what you are truely feeling at the moment.

How should they know?

Whats to say, you are pregnant and didn't know and you ended up getting drunk with friends cause they thought "it's all in your head."

Just an example, and had absolutely nothing to do with me.

I know many people who have had little weird things wrong with them that turned out to be huge.

A little scratch in your throat can turn out to be Strep.

Wonder is a terrible thing.

Hero

The man stood there in a black suit that glowed silver and gold as if my savior. I was loosing breath and was falling deeper into the thousand year sleep. The blackness came over me. It grabbed my soul and ripped it from my body. My head rolled over my neck and my arms became numb. The knife, still pierced into my abdomen, felt heavy and seemed to be the stopper for the blood that could have been pouring from my body. I had no time to reach down and grab it for the cliff's edge was becoming weaker and weaker. I held tight to the man's hand and prayed. Its as if my voice was stolen when the chunk of the cliff I was standing on broke off and tumbled down the side causing a sort of avalanche effect. At that moment, I nearly fainted and lost grip of the man's hand.

I fell, down, off the side of the cliff and was free falling to the jagged rocks that covered the ground. The sound of the river became louder and louder. I could barely even open my eyes as the fear of my death came into my brain and I started to accept the fact that I wouldn't be here much longer. With my voice still gone with the wind, I prayed. I prayed for forgiveness, hope, good lives for my kids, and of course, a chance to survive. I was close to the ground now for I heard the waves crashing up against the rocks. I took in a deep breath and braced myself for impact. One second of pain and my whole life would be over. I opened my eyes. 3, 2, 1.....

The tone of the heart meter buzzed a long steady sound. I was out of my own body, hovering about the operating table. I appeared to be dead, but how come I was still here. I was looking at myself and thinking about all that had happened. I remember crashing into the water and hitting the sea floor, then coming back up to the surface. I remember the helicopter hovering above me and the man dragging me to the ladder that would carry me up. I don't remember anything else though. Staring at my cold wet body gave me the sense of sadness and depression. I hovered over the monitors and thumped them a few times, just to see if the heartbeat would start again, but nothing happened. A bright white light was on the wall above my bed and I seemed to be drawn to it, like a moth to a porch light.

A few moments passed when a doctor came in and started to perform CPR. Many other doctors came in with machines, shocking my cold bodies chest, and blowing air into my mouth. Suddenly, I opened my eyes. I was no longer floating above the crowd. They surrounded me and were putting oxygen masks on my face and putting IV tubes up my arms. I was in pain but that didn't matter. I knew I would survive. The bright light had disapeared and my kids ran into the room and were right beside me. These kinds of experiences teach you that you cant take for granted what you have and who you have. You must remember everything and be true to your family, friends, and creator.

Ending.

The childhood of a human being lasts less than a lifetime. The child may still be alive inside hiding from the scary adult world that surrounds them, but the adult that had always been inside the child is released to create a new life. Wondering how the world works is the most important thing a person has to do on a day-to-day basis. We end our lives within a second, same as it begins. We spend the first 18 years of our life learning the foundation for which shapes the rest of our lives. Oh to joy, the dreaded years they are, but turn out to be one of the best times of you're life.

From Pre-K to Senior year, those comments of being upset or down, rage threw our mouths on a day to day basis. Upset in the will that the year drags on, and waking up early every day keeps you tired indefinitely. The power be to the person you are. Being whether or not you like the daily schedule you are faced with throughout those, 14 or so years or if you understand the point of such slow paced learning. If you understand, you come to accept the fact that school is better than no school and that the daily schedule is just life. You get breaks, many of them, why need more.

As that child progresses into an adult in the early teen years, the childhood is slowly become a term instead of reality. The play toys are put on the shelf, the bicycle is thrown in the shed, and the towel is no longer a cape. I, being a teen, know for a fact that the child is only lost due to the thirst for popularity. As you may know, some kids want is to be, in term "popular" and of course, get the girls, win the games, and go to parties. Releasing the crazy kid inside of you is something you do in private or with your close friends. In modern society people are more open to being themselves, keeping the child alive, and still staying humanly popular.

You will in the end know that those years, though they may be terrible due to boy drama, girl drama, or even your own drama, they will always be the best time of your life. Remembering the parties and the friends, or even just the satisfaction of getting an A on the last test of the year is enough to get you through the years in the rest of your life. Teens, let the child go, be yourself and enjoy the person you are .  

Among the Cloud

Morn a well, find it thous instinct,

Doth bringeth the water and rain,

Knelt a prayer, beneath thine stone,

place thy sweet smell to the ground.

Fall'st among the grim and grime,

leaning toward bitter longing,

learnest they dearest treasure,

from thine souls eye.

Loss to thine powerful one,

beith the one who's to lose,

filled with gods memories,

how to beith the truth.

Dost thou beith your sweet future,

in the clouds beyond the stars,

morn a well, by thous instinct,

live the life into thy greatest. 

Slip past greater morrow,

Hast cause many bitter sorrow,

Hath falling towards sad evening, 

for to beith a gentle meaning.

Greatness crushed beneath thine soul,

Hath grow past gods wretched coal,

brought from thine truth, beware,

but caused for many peoples care.

A mutilated soul falling to the ground,

Buried behind rubble which once, was not there.

Born among to beginning thought, lie,

twas the truth in thine mother's eyes,

hast brought the most unholy false,

to you're bleeding, liberated, pulse. 

You now live among the stars, in the clouds, above the earth,

falling for the truth that beith wrong.

Bubbles

The bubbles blew out of the bright pink wand and into the warm summer air. A close by gush of a sprinkler filled the yard with thousands of drops of water. The grass was dark green with patches of dead grass, burnt by the sun. Chalk drawings of people and houses dusted across the small driveway. The smell of flowers filled my nose with the sweet aroma of home.

I stood in my bathsuit on the slippery grass. Five, four, three, two, one! Freezing cold water blasted against my bare back and dripped down my already cold legs. I ran into the sun for a few moments and then bolted back to my spot in line. The sprinkler would hit little John, Hannah, then me. John would run away before the water could get him. Hannah would stand there pretending like nothing happend, until the sprinkler got stuck and sprayed her for at least a minute. After that, she ran away, soaked.

Out of knowhere, Grandpa appeared with a squirt gun. I grabbed my water gun and snuck behind the tree in the center of the yard. "Ready or not, here I come!" He shouted. I blasted him on the side of the head with a long stream of cold water. He shivered and squirted me in the tummy. We battled it off for a long time before he called surrender. He was drenched from his head to his toes. He ran inside to dry off. Soon after, Grandma opened the door to the back porch. Glasses of lemonade and cookies for us were in her small hands. We ran and dried off and then sat on that shaded porch for a while, enjoying the
time we had left there.

"I'm so glad you're here today, cause tomorrow WE HAVE to go and fly away." We sang as we she walked back into the house.

Depression

A tragedy set forth by a romantic passion that ends with death. Dost not mean the tragedy of romance but the tragedy of the world. Thy most deathly loss will spill the surplus of bloods from across the lands and break thou dearest acquaintances hearts. Thine hearts will be set on thous sleeve and lovers truly will become star-crossed. War will rage on throught the lands. Be he warriors alive, be he warriors dead.

For tis a new saying in thou land of my fathers:

"Tis not thou duty to throw thyself in the arms of love, but thy true test of the nearest future. "

Johanna lie on thee balcony where her heart was once lost to the wind. A slim of quiet utters a sound loudest to thy older ears. A scream from Johanna to thy great world hovering beneath her. Thou's thoughts of pure encouragement ended the wonderous affairs of her gift. Insane with guilt of thy sadness commensing within night.

"Save me from the darkness that incases my mind and holds in the sadness that the mirrors are deperately trying to reflect!"

Falling into sounds unheard with grace. Spinning in circles twisting good songs to evil doing. Thine spirit leaders falling to her needs. Love tis not the cause of such harm but the factor. No known cure resulting a buried head beneath where should not go. Off to thee end to the world unaffair. Cure beith death besides the life that falls below the stars. Above. thee only choice worth looking after, to see whats said.

Now slipping off into a sleep, Johanna fly to the stars with the help of thine lords true prayer.

Alone

Her heart is falling to pieces as the texts sprint back to her phone. Sorry, sorry, sorry, they all said; Excuses, Excuses. No one to complain about it to. School overcomes all. Nothing to help you break lose. Friendships built stronger than the materials trying to create the new. It's not as easy as it looks to create a new relationship that will be worth while. Kindergarten decisions to link arms with others and call those people friends are not possible.

Alone. Stuck in this world where you must try hard as you can to do something that can take little effort from others. The same situation as when you're dating and you lose their heart. It takes effort to not cry in front of them and its one of the hardest things you have ever done. Would you understand me? Do you understand me? I am alone. You are too. Stop being a faker and staying with the past and see what is right in front of you and has been here the entire time. I will be your hero.

Friends are the most important thing in life. If you don't have them, you consider yourself an outsider. You sit by yourself at lunch and feel trapped in a box. Other people don't give a shit. They wont talk to you or even look at you and when they do its to tease you. A feel like falling down a hole and staying there forever sensation. Live in there forever and never come out. That's how I truly feel. An outcast on the edge of total insanity. Just look at yourself in the mirror and wondering if that person is you.

Your Decision

Summer days returning into a world full of rain and flowers popping up through the grounds and making their appearance to the outside world. It may not be the time where the sun beats down on the earth, drying up the water and increasing the humidity. It may not be the time when white crystallized specs fall from the dark clouded sky onto the grass that is trampled and stomped on by kids in large boots rolling around making snow angels. Now is the month of Maying and the world is transforming into the beautiful summer than is soon to come in the next month.

 You've heard the saying "April showers bring May flowers." Well, in the Northwest, that is not exactly true. The saying is killed, by me, to create a saying that all Northwest folks will believe.

"April showers bring torrential May downpours." 

With a capital H-I-M

A fushia sunset lay like a painted portrait on the wavy horizon. The warm sea breeze blew and flipped my hair back and forth across my face. The long white summer dress lay stuck to my skin as my cardigan bounced up and down. The sand was still warm from the sun and the smell of the campfire was stonger than the smell of the water that rose up higher and higher with every step I took. Jabbing my toes on rocks every couple steps, I sprinted over to the rock wall where Elliot said he would meet me tonight at eight thirty.

I checked my phone. Seven twenty-six, it read, flashing bright pink colors on my screen. The nervousness started to build in my stomach. Butterflies flew and crashed into the walls of my soul leaving me to almost faint under the instense pressure. My eyes were nearly shut as I squinted to see the beautiful sunset. The seagulls called overhead and the waves crashed against my feet. Seven thirty exactly, the phone buzzed. He had texted me. The message read: Turn around, walk four steps toward the water and look down.

The messaged left me puzzled for a few moments until I read it over a few more times. I turned to the water which almost touched my feet. I waded into the water as I pulled my dress up. One, two, three, four step and then look down. I followed the directions. Shinning bright in the water was a silver pin. My eyes started to tear up. I reached down carefully and grabbed it out of the water. It was small, round, and diamond studded. Engraved around the circle I said: I love you, Elliot. Tears rolled from my eyes.

Elliot walked up behind me and grabbed me around the waist. Without saying one word, He grabbed the pin and attached it to my dress, right where my heart is. I grabbed his neck and smiled happily. We stood there for a few moments, his hand on my heart and my hand on his. I wrapped my arms around his neck. He was calm and relaxed. He grabbed my neck and pulled me close. That kiss sent sparks flying in every direction. The water boiled underneath us as the intense heat of love left our minds spinning in circles in the wavy water.
Pinned, but only pinned until next year. I owe it all to him, with a capital H-I-M.

Is this ok?

I've been thinking about him lately. His eyes have left a permanent scar in my soul that will never go away. The way he looks at me leaves me falling week in the knees and the hopes I will eventually be with him overcome my body. You know what type of man he is. Ignoring all flaws leaves you falling victim to fantasies that never break free. I constant state of harmony never lets you see the real him, when the real him is running free in his own, other, fantasy. Is that ok?

I walked into the classroom, a free spirit minding her own business. I sat down in my seat and got myself comfortable. I quick scan across the classroom led me to find he wasn't sitting where he normally would be. He sat there being the hog of my attention, while myself was being the ghost of his imagination. Only a few feet away, yet so far away from the relationship that I wished would have started when I first said hello. Stopped dead, my heart wasn't beating when he looked at me and noticed I was staring at him. I couldn't bare to look away, but if I kept looking at him, he would think strange of me. Heartstrings being ripped to shreds as he gives me an awkward but evil glare and points to me. Laughter breaks out across the room and a state of humiliation left my face flushed and my eyes tearing up.

A ran from the class into the hallway. I slid down the lockers and dropped my head to my knees. Nothing could make that moment better. Obviously, He wouldn't let me live this down ever and the embarrassing fact I ran would make the humiliation even worse. I could imagine the next day on the bus when he would get on and sit next to me and start laughing his head off, burp in my face, tease me more, and then go and sit with his buddies. I would probably laugh but then when I get off the bus, I would cry. Crying tears, buckets of tears, would help me for a while, but the mere fact that he would do anything like that in the first place would break my heart.

Of course, like many girls out there, you would still like him. Its difficult to not like him. You still picture him as the fantasy guy, wrapping his arms around your waist, brushing your hair to the side and kissing you. You will basically always think of him like that, but in real life, he is just a jerk. A boy, obbsessed with the sexual side of relationships, teasing girls, judging girls by how they look and not by personallities, all guys will be this way until they mature enough to understand the consiquences of their actions. Both of you will go on living you're lives and if he really is a good guy, he will say he is sorry. If he repeatedly teases you or never says he is sorry, he is not the guy you wanna be with.

(Relationship tip #1: If the guys a total douche, don't like him, even though its hard to not like a guy once you've started.)

The fact that I like him will still be etched into my memory, but I must move on. This is not ok.....

Bullying

There is a girl  in you're class,

at work,

or even in your family,

that is considered a loner.

That poor human being sits by herself at lunch,

doesn't talk to anyone and lets her true feelings be kept bottled up inside her.

Never being accepted by anyone accept,

if she was lucky,

her parents.

Every morning, she would:

Shove her ear buds in her ears,

sit on the bus alone with her hood up,

walk to school in the pouring rain, staring at the ground the whole time,

ignore the people who could help her,

and pass off every stupid remark that was made about her.

She may have not been the smartest person.

She may have been very shy.

She could have been mentally challenged.

She may have been the smartest person in the entire school,

but you ignored her to keep up your reputation.

I've been there.

I have been the girl.

I have  been the bully.

I understand how both sides work.

I am never going back.

You may say "how?"

People are there to help, that's all I have to say.

There is one person is the school,

work,

or community,

that can help that person!

I am proud to say,

that I have helped and been helped.

Touch and be touched, concept.

She has feelings.

Help her or maybe, by all the stress,

she could give up the fight against teenage bullying.

3, 2, 1.

She is gone.

Suicide due to bullying is 100% preventable.

Don't tease those girls who are sitting by themselves.

Sit with them.

Stop bullying.

In the night....

The sky was pale blue, and the trees dark green. The only sounds I heard were the birds and the distant gush of the river. Not a cricket chirped nor did a frog croak. I lay motionless beneath the rising sun. My sleeping bag warm from the heat she released. The freezing morning air stung the back of my throat. The oak tree above us blocked out the sun, little specs of light shone through the branches and paraded on my face.

Last night, she thought of the idea to sleep under the stars. We sat for hours under the twinkling specs. We talked of the spring, of the summer. We stated favorite movies, books, and music. The time went by slow and the minutes waited for us. Our one year anniversary lingered just a few hours away. We spent the hours staring at the stars on that patch of grass overlooking the gorgeous river. The slow moving water let us speak and be heard. Her eyes were silver from the light of the moon. I stared deep into the center of her soul. The time was right. We lay frozen, lips touching for minutes. Then we pulled away.

That night was over. She lay beside me asleep. Her head pressed against my chest. Her legs intertwined with mine. Our toes rubbing against one and others. I brushed her hair over her forehead with my fingers. Her hair was soft and long. She began to move and blink her eyes. She finally had awoken.

Glistening in the morning sun, were her beautiful silver eyes. Her hair blew in the breeze. "Hey" she said very quietly. I responded with a subtle "Good Morning" gesture from my hand. I gripped her around the waist and pulled her close to me. Her touch was gentle. I could tell she barely got any sleep. "What time is it?" she said, yawning. "No idea" I replied. She giggled and ran her hands through my hair. The expression on her face was a mix between tired and excited, as if she were a child waking up on Christmas morning.

I took the time to stare into her eyes once more before we had to rise from the make-shift bed and go inside for breakfast. I pulled her even closer, just enough that I could whisper into her ear. I held her there for a moment and kissed her cheek a few times. "Annie." I said. "Happy Anniversary." I held her close for a few moments longer and kissed her cheek again. When we pulled back, I kissed her lips and hummed the song that played when I first kissed her. I quietly sang:

"I am forever yours, faithfully" - Journey

The Girls Reflection

Photo Credits: Makenna Schumacher 2011

At last, a calling from the seas that pulled her close to her once beloved ocean. The gush of water slapped its icy palm against the sand and ran it's shivering might over the girls feet and around her ankles. The sky was pitch black and cloudy. She could feel him around her. His breath rotted the air as he heavily breathed in and out. The stench of his drunken body made her feel nauseous and faint. Her, weak in the knees, as his holier than thou ego, pulled her into a well known depression. That forgotten loner feeling trickled into her cured mind and threw her back into her suicidal thoughts. A unknown feeling of being entirely alone blasted into her heart and dragged her spirit towards the icy water.

He grabbed her arms. You can almost feel the heat as his cold hands pressed up against her warm body. They stood there for a matter of moments before the girl yanked  her arms out of the devilish embrace. Her eyes turned to the dark color of the ground around her, black and cold. Anger and loss of protection felt her through as she tried to run from the devil of a man. He sprinted towards her gulping back the vomit and blood that was twirled in his stomach. The demonic possession  of the stranger had begun.

She ran beneath the dock that was only a few foot steps away. When she has successfully hidden herself, she glanced out to the beach where the devil and her had stood moments before. Scanning the horizon briefly made her realize, he was gone, out of sight, nowhere to be found. A wave of fear hit and her and made her hyperventilate in the cramped space. She vomited into the foamy water. Her whole body shook in fear and nervousness. Seaweed dangled down from the bottom of the dock and lay on the girls face. A sudden movement in the distance caught her attention. She turned to look...... inches from her face was the man.

His arm was now bloody and looked as if it had been stabbed several times with a thin blade of some sort. Vomit dripped all over his large body and blood now pored from both is arm and his mouth. His eyes were not hazel like they had been before, they were a fiery red and black. A cold mist came from his mouth and blew onto the girls face. He breathed like a dog, in out, faster and faster with his tongue hanging from his jaws. He fell to his knees next to the girl.

A cold wind blew underneath the bridge so powerful that It knocked over the girl into the water behind her. The mist sprayed up onto her face and into her mouth. He body jerked back and forth across the sand, as if the wind's hands were pulling him from side to side, up and rapidly back down again. She tried to scream for help but the words were ripped from her mouth and swept away with the wind. She prayed under her breath.

"Dear Lord! Save my soul!"

Her prayer was answered when a large wave crashed under the dock and pulled the man and her into the water. A whirlpool was formed and swirled underneath the large dock. The deviled man was sucked into it. She held on to the beam underneath the dock and screamed loud and long. The wind whirled around her and she was losing strength. She was out of options and let go of the poll. Into the whirlpool she went.

She awoke two days later in a pale white hospital room with thousands of needles attached to her. In front of the bed stood a long tall mirror. She rose from her bed, ripping the needles from her arms, and walked to it. In the reflection stood a devil with eyes and red as lava. The fight wasn't over, she thought, for the devil was now in her.

~ Dear lord, save her soul ~!

Oceans Depth

The blue shimmery water expressed a low light that rippled across the side of the large boat. It swam through, crashing and receding away from the ship that moved fast enough in the water to create a wind that was strong enough to make trees topple over. The bow of the ship pierced the air and whistled with the wind that blew. The sweet but salty smell of the sea wrapped around all the senses. Mists of ocean water sprayed quickly into the air and up onto the deck.

The cold sea air stung the back of my throat as I stood at the tip of the bow. Staring down into the brilliant blue water made me feel as if I was flying. I stepped up higher on the rail and climbed over to the other side. No one could stop me. I sat down on that front tip of the bow and crossed my legs. A bird manifested his presence with a deep low croak beside me. I acknowledged the small creature and returned to staring down into the depths of the ocean.

The horizon finally turned a deep red as the sun set to rise on the other half of the earth. It was only a matter of moments before the whole ship would be encased in complete darkness. A black dome that would not be taken away until early tomorrow morning. I stared at the bird. His feathers were ruffled from the wind. Its head was bobbing as he walked back and forth across the side of the boat.

"Why stay here? Be free." I told the little bird. "You can fly. While I am stuck here on this ship, you can fly away." I still stared down at the water and followed the shinny reflection of the fish that still glowed in the red to purple light. My heart was with the sea now. The bird walked closer to me and shook his feathers. He hopped a few steps and leaped into the air. He took off on his wings toward the dimming horizon. I watched him fly away and swoop down to the water multiple times. Had he understood what I had said?

I stood back up and climbed back over to the other side of the rail. I was back, trapped in the prison cell of the rails until the ship docked in America in 2 weeks. There I would resemble the bird and fly off into my own sunset, if I could. Today is my eighty forth birthday and I am ready for my departure of this world.

In those waters, the depths of a thousand years of  life lay patiently for a change. I could not institute a change, but I could make my presence clear. I jumped of the bow to become one with the water, forever, into the oceans depth.

The Cold

Photo Credits: Makenna Schumacher 2011

A chemical sting rises out of your chest and into your throat. A burning scalding feeling rushes throughout you're sinuses. You're eyes itch as if they were as dry as a desert and fall back into you're sick head. A ray of germs poor from your mouth with every breath you take. In and out, germs fly onto others making the spread of the cold faster and faster by the second.

For every young adult under the age of eighteen, they do not have the option of staying home, resting, and loading their bodies with Vitamin C, D, and protein to fight of the illness. They must drag their germ filled heads to school and take tests, while spreading the nasty virus to every other student they come in contact with. Those germs become worse and worse as they travel from student to student. Sufferers of all ages are faced with worse symptoms than the person who caught the bug in the first place.

I lay in bed on a Monday morning staring at my white ceiling. The piece and quiet gave me the comfort of midnight on the night sky. Nothing to bother me while I lay, conscious, on the soft magenta bed sheets. The alarm rang on my nightstand. I flung my arm over and hit the top button, snooze. Letting out a little moan as I forced myself to sit up, A sharp jagged pain splintered through the back of my head. It rolled into my throat, up into my nose, and fell back to my chest which whistled as I breathed in and out.

I stood up and the pain happened again. I thought that it would be easy to shake it off. I would just drink a little glass of water and I would be better. When I took that next step, an itch ran up my throat and I coughed loudly into the air. Oh no, I thought, it's the cold.

Beach of Memories

Morning mist rises off the woven land. Fog hovers in the air just out of our reach. The moon disintigrates into the neon blue sky. The pale expression on the water swirls into small innocent waves of sea slime and salt water. Birds chirping and seagulls calling echoed off the cove just behind where I stood. The smell of sea air and burnt campfires scraped at my nose. The ground warm to the touch, as if the sun had heated the earth within a matter of seconds. Particles of sand, shells, and stones crawled their way up my feet and in between my toes.

Joise May, with her little body, ran along side of me, picking up sea shells and rocks as we walked along the waters edge. Barnick trotted in and out of the water, leaving his small foot impressions in the moist sand. I stared down at the little sea creatures that slithered across the sand. Jelly fish, crabs, and snails were the only things I saw upclose. Out in the middle of the water, there were boats and fish, but they were to hard to catch a glimpse of. Papa Martinez walked slowly behind us. His pants were wet and seaweed covered but he didn't mind it one bit. Dressed in his fishermans cap and shorts he walked along with Mama Martinez. Her holding his free arm and laying her head on his shoulder, and him placing small shells waterside.

Clouds began to roll in from across the wide ocean. Rain hammered down from the black skies and indented the sand beneath. Papa Martinez grabbed my little sisters small body and placed her on his shoulders. I grabbed Barnick and ran after them. Hurdling as fast as we could to the car over sharp rocks and small streams, we watched as the ocean sank farther and farther away. It was as large as a post card the last time I saw it. I knew we would be back in a year or so, when we came back to visit Papa and Mama Martinez next summer. I still cried and rest my head on Mama Martinez's shoulder.

"Don't worry punkin. We will come back tomorrow."

The King of Enteque

There I stood, on the balcony where my father had died earlier that day. Like grandfather before him, was hung by the leader of his troop for treason during combat. My mother was standing beside me, drenched in the blood of her son, my brother, who was killed today, for murdering two of his fellow soldiers.

The sun was almost set on the land that I knew. Its bright and golden fire was dieing into dark charcoal. The wind picked up and a chill of Arctic air blasted the back of my neck. My dress was torn and bloodstained. I smelled of death, the death only one could experience if they were there that lonesome night.

He was gone. Burned with the rest of the men that did not obey their orders. The soldiers were already gone, marching off with the leader that murdered his own men. Their torches were the only light in the forest. Their footsteps the only sound in the night. The smell of burning flesh still filled the air as if a cologne that could never be covered. This was his body I was smelling. Only hours ago, this was the man that kissed me before he had fled the palace. My husband.

My life flashed before my eyes. I saw my husband, lying in the bed reading my son a story. I caught a glimpse of our wedding. I saw my mother and father holding me when I was just a child. I was next on the line of people to be executed. For I was the one person Captain Reynolds should have killed. I started the war. I declared the beginning and now I cannot declare the end. Its out of my control. I was that girl who burned that building down, so many years ago. I killed the King of Enteque.

Freaking

Buzzing, screaming, fainting, falling, down into a mythological hole of dispair that seemed to appear within a matter of seconds. Arms rapped around your chest, sucking the good clean air from your small body. You reach out for someone, anyone you thought was there to help you. There is no person there to save you from the black pitt below.

You lose hope.  Rumors, Secrets, and Lies are spread from grade to grade labeling you as a loser, slut, jerk, and a bitch. You are trying to figure out you're true friends and who you can trust. Unfortunatly, you are like many humans in Middle School. You crave to start over. Sad for you, but there is no reset button.

Crying, yelling, chanting, calling, will never help you. You let out your emotions one way or another, but those emotions won't gain you respect. Listen to me when I am saying, Calm down. Middle school is full of the problems that make you feel as if you're the cement people are stepping on. High school is no different. All you have to know is that there is always a silver lining, a light at the end of the tunnel of our youth. That light could be colledge, getting married, having kids. That light could also be right in front of you, waiting for you, with the friends you can acctually trust.

You are the only person that can control this light. If you don't, you wont recieve that reset. Starting over can be as simple as pressing that button or even just changing you're attitude. People love you. Everyone has one person in life that cares about them. Find that person and those rumors, lies, and secrets will not matter anymore. Embrace the side of you that you have never known.

Freaking out will get you knowhere but down in that hole that some people can never escape. Pretend it never happend and move on with your life. Love you're life as is. Don't end that struggle because those challenges will help you in th future. Climbing....

Declining

Marbles rolling down a steep slope that in reality never ends. I was the farthest marble behind. I began a slow start, meaning that I would basically never make it to the front of the pack. I was the loser in the back and never really made it farther than one millionth on the list of people rolling down. I was the loser.

Making a mistake and butting heads with another marble only knocked you farther back up the hill. Clink! Your back to where you were hours, days, or even months ago. Befriending marbles that were along side you resulted in them helping you move faster down that hill. While, unfriending marbles behind you ended in you getting stabbed in the back and having to restart again.

For the people who I, myself, have unfriended, I am sorry. You pushed me farther back because of the actions that I have committed. I wanted to roll faster and faster like the rest of you, but I guess I wont ever. Do you ever feel out of place? Of course, everyone does at one point in their life. Whether it be the first day at school or a day without a friend to keep you company. You all have been there and that's where I am now.

So, just as anyone else, I still roll down the long hill of life. I still have friends and I still have my family. Other marbles still roll on and will always stop me from going on. I try and keep going but sometimes I cant. I push and shove others to get what I want, like a baby wanting what the other baby has. But, In the same, I am just like you, like everyone else in this world, in fact. So live your life without me, I don't care, just go on rolling and I will do the same.

What is love?

I held in my hand a mirror. This mirror was the mirror that held my thoughts of my self pity. I was looking at the girl who was confused about love. Of course,there is no handbook and there is no rules. Does anyone truely know what loves means? From my point of view, love is what is between a married man and woman. Does this mean that when I say I love you to someone, I dont mean it?

I love him, I told myself. Like the worlds around mine, My heart was telling me one thing, and my mind another. For which should I listen to? My heart. It’s never lied to me before. My head has though, many times. I was confused, Stuck in a trap pulling me down into despair. Give me a sign.

All of the sudden, I heard a car door shut from outside and the annoying doorbell ring. He was coming over today to take me to dinner, my first date. I dropped the mirror and ran down the two flights of stairs to the front door. The disturbing thought about love still rattled in my confused mind.

There he stood. He wore a black tux with a red tie. He seemed taller, well put together. His eyes sparkled against the light from the sun that was setting on the horizon. I asked him to step inside. My heart was beating to the rythm of his fingers tapping on his pant leg. A rush of burning heat raged from my head to my toes. I flipped my hair to nudge it off.

Again, that unwanted thought popped into my mind. What is love? Are these butterflies part of it? What about my heart? Is that part of it? I was lost. I forgot he was even there. I turned to the mirror and stared at my relflection. Who is that girl? Is that me?

He stood behind me and looked at the mirror too. His hands were resting on my shoulders. I dropped my head to hide my tears. He turned me. His hands wiped away the tears. I just kept crying. He pulled me close and I wept like a hurt child.

I had ruined the night. What else do you expect from a 14 year old girl? Courage and strength? Nope, not in me. He held me there for at least an hour. All I could do was to stare deep into his eyes and find the feelings. The feelings that would solve everything. We ended up not going on the date. My heart had overthrown my body and I was to lost in my emotions.

Finding the love was harder than I thought.

Love the way you...

Photo Credits: Makenna Schumacher 2011

She lay down on the floor next to the fireplace. Her body was curled up inside of a blanket, for which, she brought from upstairs. The fire's light reflected off of the glass and glowed on her frail face. I couldn't help but stare at the back off her head and wonder what feelings were twisting threw her little body.

 My mind was blown when she turned toward me and unwrapped the blanket. She was wearing the shirt. The WWU t-shirt that I gave her when we were just 16. Even though we have loved each other since we met, I have always known that she is the type of girl who just doesn't throw away what you give her. Around her neck, she wore the necklace that she had left at my house that Christmas Eve.

I slid off the edge of the couch and lay beside her. My arms curled around her like vines around a fence post. I squished underneath the blanket and curled my arms around her stomach. I felt her heartbeat. It was slow and relaxed. She breathed in and out. I kissed the back of her neck and she rolled over.

"Tyler, I have something to tell you." The look in her eyes was a mix between happy and scared.
"What baby?" I asked. She was trembling. I was scared.
"Tyler, I love you, so much. I would love to spend the rest of my life with you. When I look at you, my heart skips a beat. When I am with you, like now, I hardly can say anything. I have wonderful news. Tyler...I am pregnant."

My jaw dropped to the floor. This was not like the time when we were young and foolish. This was real. The beginning of our lives together, a beginning of an eternities connection. I knew it was time for me to do what i have been waiting to do for 7 years. Luckily, I had the box that would change everything in my back pocket.

"Annie. I am so happy!" I hugged her tight in my arms. The first thing I did was rub my hand across her small belly, thinking, there is a baby in there.
"Babe, I have been waiting to ask you this since the moment you sat with me for hours while I was crying."

Thats when I lost it. The words had melted into tears and escaped through my eyes. I grabbed the small velvet box out of my back pocket. I sat up and got on one knee. "Annie Marie Bennett, will you marry me?"

I could see the tears welling up in her sparkling eyes. She didn't hesitate. With no stutter in her voice she said "Tyler Andrew Roberts, I will, yes." I placed the ring on her left ring finger. I kissed her and held her tight in my arms. She was crying tears of happiness. Soon to be Bride and expecting mother, Annie Marie Bennett, was now mine forever.

The Next Class

One twist in a normal Friday made a girl happier than ever. The air was cold and the wind was slow. He led her outside to kidnap her from the unfortunate bordom of the day at school. With nothing to do and  nowhere to go, they stood alone in the colorful nature of the forest. With the supsense of being caught surrounding their warm bodies, they snuck deeper and deeper into the bright woods.

They were talking, just talking, listening to the sound of each other's voices. Echoing in the distance were the sounds of the rivers and streams, trickling threw the wilderness that lay just next to the school. The birds chirped quietly as they flew across the brilliant blue sky. The sun was placed high on the horizon and beams of yellow light struck the earth beneath the canopy of trees.

She sat down next to him on a small cement bench next to a small stream. Her hair was drifting threw the air and resting on her cheeks. His eyes were set deep in hers. Their souls were intertwined  in a melody of love. Their heats were beating as one, not two. Thu-thump. Thu-thump. He leaned in closer, so did she. The sounds stopped.

Their lips met. The spark flew from them burning through the crusted earth. Sparks flew to the rivers, to the seas, and even to the moon which set invisible in the sky. They flames bursted threw the sky, past the stars, to heaven.

Their kiss only lasted a matter of moments, but it meant the world. Their love was spread from heart to heart, lifeform to lifeform. The heat was overwhelming. His face was red wuth a fire of love and hers a dark pink that had risen from their souls. Time was almost brought to a hold.

The silence was broken. The school bell was over signaling the end of their lunch period. Unfortunate for her, they had no classes together after lunch except for science seventh period. She wasn't upset when they parted. She thought to herself "Only fifty minutes until the next class."

The Glass

Photo Credits: Makenna Schumacher

I stared at my reflection in the glassy mirror. My eyes were not the same bright color as they were before. My face seemed to droop and fall like a dead flower. The wind blew softly on my face and carried my hair with it. I gazed at the faces beyond the window. People were smiling, drinking, laughing away the sad moments in life. Their joy brought me farther and farther down.

I walked up the street beside my apartment. I figured that if I kept walking, the sadness would rub off on the dusty sidewalk and spill into the sewer. From there, it would be taken to the dark abyss of time and never return to my cold lonely body. I was lost in the world that was filled with hope but for some reason, I had none. My mind was set on the fact that I would never be the person I wanted to be and that I would live my life being a follower, a loner.

Being a writer, I had very little friends. I had the neighborhood kids and the girl down the street, but no true friends. I never had sleepovers, parties, or even dates. I would always focus on my writing, a new level of devotion. The girls at school would laugh at me and tease me. The boys would never even speak to me. I was off in my own world in that little corner of the room. The teacher called it "Your Corner." She would say this while snickering under her own breath. It was the gateway to myself.

When I write, it makes me feel as if I am larger than life. I run across prairies, valleys, and fields. Swim through rivers, across lakes, and through the sky. I escape into my own land and be free. I end up falling for my imagination. I wont ever escape. Thats why I am so shy. My imagination controls me and makes me who I am, the loner.

As I sit on the front porch of my building, watching the clouds roll past and listening to the cars drive by, I dive into my imagination. I am that girl sitting on that porch on your street, stuck in her imagintation, happier than ever. Thats the girl for whom I saw in the mirror, the glass.