Serena
The seguinte day, I was hurrying to school, which I had never done before. Ever.
I impatiently sped through History, English and Trig. por the time lunch came around, I was trying my utmost not to sprint to the cafeteria.
I felt so deflated when he wasn't there. The small brunnette girl, Tia, who had every single class, save for Biology, with me, was walking seguinte to me. She talked a lot, she was easy to be around. She never paused, so as long as you nodded and smiled, no-one could tell you weren't listening.
I sat down with Tia and her friends. I didn't say a word the entire time.
Where was he?
Shaun
I watched everyone walk out of the cafeteria when she did. She looked upset.
At the moment I noticed her, she looked at me again, in the same strange way she had yesterday. She seemed instantly happier. Why would anyone be happy to see me? She looked away, and I became aware that I was already five minutos late for Gym.
I may as well have belonged to an entirely seperate galaxy for the remainder of the day. Not that I probably already didn't seem that way.
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Linda and Jared McClean had been fostering me for the past two years. The were both in their early thirties, and unable to have kids.
I wasn't sure why they were both still so friendly to me, I'd never done anything to make them.
Linda had, at first, tried to get me to call her mom. I'd declined the offer, but now, I realised that she was, in a way, mais like a mom to me than my real one had been.
When she asked me how my dia was, I told her, instead of my usual 'fine', "Great, thanks, mom."
My seguinte words were cut of as enveloped me in her warm arms.
The seguinte day, I was hurrying to school, which I had never done before. Ever.
I impatiently sped through History, English and Trig. por the time lunch came around, I was trying my utmost not to sprint to the cafeteria.
I felt so deflated when he wasn't there. The small brunnette girl, Tia, who had every single class, save for Biology, with me, was walking seguinte to me. She talked a lot, she was easy to be around. She never paused, so as long as you nodded and smiled, no-one could tell you weren't listening.
I sat down with Tia and her friends. I didn't say a word the entire time.
Where was he?
Shaun
I watched everyone walk out of the cafeteria when she did. She looked upset.
At the moment I noticed her, she looked at me again, in the same strange way she had yesterday. She seemed instantly happier. Why would anyone be happy to see me? She looked away, and I became aware that I was already five minutos late for Gym.
I may as well have belonged to an entirely seperate galaxy for the remainder of the day. Not that I probably already didn't seem that way.
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Linda and Jared McClean had been fostering me for the past two years. The were both in their early thirties, and unable to have kids.
I wasn't sure why they were both still so friendly to me, I'd never done anything to make them.
Linda had, at first, tried to get me to call her mom. I'd declined the offer, but now, I realised that she was, in a way, mais like a mom to me than my real one had been.
When she asked me how my dia was, I told her, instead of my usual 'fine', "Great, thanks, mom."
My seguinte words were cut of as enveloped me in her warm arms.
inch por inch
bringing me closer
to my doom
borboletas of
anticipation
flutter nervously
in my stomach
knuckles whiten
jaws clench
what have I
gotten myself into
the suspense
is killing me
I'm going to hate it
I'm going to amor it
I might lose my lunch
but I don't care
heaven help me
here it comes...
...
I hold my breath...
...
and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!
I remember the dia I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for you love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place you could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with mais fogo then you could ever imagine.
mais passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the dia I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real basquetebol, basquete coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for you love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place you could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with mais fogo then you could ever imagine.
mais passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the dia I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real basquetebol, basquete coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
Or I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told por hidden scars
Unable to show themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
Or I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told por hidden scars
Unable to show themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.