The seguinte morning when I woke up, I was still on the couch. Reed was still deeply asleep, but Carmine was gone; probably at work. It was a seguro bet that Nikolai was gone too. I stretched slowly; my body was really sore from sleeping on the sofá like that. I yawned and slowly got up, not wanting to wake Reed up. I took a quick shower; the scar on my leg starting to become irritated. I put some burn medicine on it; because that's all we had that might help. I wrapped gauze around my leg. Then I got dressed and went to the cozinha for breakfast. There was a note on our tiny refrigerator.
"Harley, you'd better go to school today. -Nikolai." I frowned at the note. I guess I didn't have a choice. After yesterday a boring dia at school wouldn't be toobad. I grabbed a granola bar from a cupboard, and got myself a glass of milk. Reed sat up on the couch, yawning and rubbing his eyes.
"Good morning," I said quietly. He waved tiredly at me.
"'Mornin;," he yawned. "Carmine and Nik already gone?" he asked. I nodded. "Good," he said, disappearing down the hall. I downed the rest of my leite and placed it carefully in the sink; among our growing collection of dirty dishes. Reed returned, holding out his hand. I put my hands in his. He flipped it over, and placed something in it. He patted my hand. It was my gun.
"Don't get caught with this at school... And don't let it go off in your pocket again," he warned. I was about to protest at the last comment, but decided he was right and nodded. I checked it to see that it was loaded; only one bullet was missing from last night. I put it carefully in my pocket. "Collins has been messing around with us lately, and I want you to be able to protect yourself from the a-hole." He was talking about Dalton Collins. He was a little older than Reed, and he was just bad. He always picked on us, worse than any school bully. Reed always talked about putting him back in his place, but we all knew it was just talk.
"Thanks..." I looked at the time on the clock that was on the wall. It was quarter to eight, so it was really 7:15. Nikolai still hasn't gotten around to fixing that clock. I guess it didn't matter, I could tell time here much quickly than the guys; they had to do the math, but it just came to me for some reason. It only sucked at school, where all the clocks had the right time. A couple years atrás the teachers made me take a telling time lesson.
"I should get going," I said.
"Wait," Reed said, moving past me. He went to the cookie jar that hasn't held any biscoitos, cookies in years. He grabbed something from it and tossed it to me. It was the bag of weed from yesterday. He'd saved it from the trash!
"Thanks!" I said. This stuff was worth a lot, and I had been bummed out that Nikolai had made me throw it out. Reed always had my back though. I hugged him, and he patted my back.
"Alright. Get a mover on, little girl," he smiled. I stood up on my toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. He patted my head as I turned to leave. "Be careful," he said.
"I will!" I promised.
I made a little detour on the way to school. I needed someone to buy this weed, or else it would start to smell during school. I could not risk almost getting caught again. I went down to the bait shop; there was always someone willing to buy there. The sino rang as I entered, and three men and the cashier greeted me.
"Hey, look! It's Harley Davidson!" one of them hollered, wasted. They always call me that. It's not funny. My last name's Cameron. I rolled my eyes, but when they weren't looking at me. I don't want to be rude to customers.
"Got anything today?" one of them asked. I nodded and pulled out the weed. Their eyes widened. "How much you want for it," he asked.
"$150," I answered right away. They grumbled at the high price. "Hey," I interrupted. "You're getting what you paid for," I assured them. They groaned but forked out the money anyway. I smiled and put it in my pocket.
"Harley, can't you have your business somewhere else? All these druggies keep coming into my comprar and asking for drugs. One time a cop almost overheard," The cashier, Benny, complained. I shrugged.
"Sorry. Benny. But then no one'll know where to go. I gotta make a living too, y'know."
"Well why don't you make it through school first," he said. I rolled my eyes and was out of there; off to school. I got in the classroom just as the sino rang. Mr. Russel looked at me, worried.
"Harley, how's your father?" he asked. I furrowed my eyebrows. Then it clicked. Oh yeah! That's the excuse I used to get out ofhere yesterday! I always thought teachers gossiped, but now I knew it was true; I'd told Mrs. gaio, jay that, not Mr. Martens. I'd told her that I'd gotten a text from my brother; Dad was in the hospital. And she believed me, it was crazy. That wasn't even possible, too. For one, I don't have a cellphone. Two, I don't know my Dad. Reed told me he'd packed up and left withsome whore a long time ago, just a week before Mom found out she was pregnant with me.
"Oh, uh, he's alright I guess. They don't know what;s wrong though..." I frowned.
"Well, I hope he gets better," he told me. I thanked him. It was weird. Teachers were nice to me all day. I always knew they hated me, I'm not so good in school. Nikolai says I just need to try harder, but I don't think that'd work out. I guess the teachers are just disappointed; they'd had Carmine a coule years ago. Carmine was the perfect student. He did his homework every night, did great on tests and projects, and never talked back to the teachers. Let's just say I was a shock when I came into high school.
As I was walking to the last class of the day, I bumped into Andrew. He's Dalton's younger brother. Another asshole. He shoved me back, sending me and all my books scattered over the floor.
"Watch it, Cameron!" he shouted. I stood back up and pushed him back.
"Fuck off, Collins!" I growled. He smirked.
"Your brother better watch it. Dalton's getting sick of him fooling around with Belinda." Belinda is Dalton's girlfriend. Reed's liked her since high school. He flirted with her a lot when he'd see her on the streets. Apparently word got 'round to Dalton. It didn't matter anyways, I guess. Reed was twice the man Dalton was; any girl should consider herself lucky to encontro, data him.
"Tell your brother to put a fucking leash on his girl then," I snapped back. I hurried off to my seguinte class before he could say anything else.
I started home, when Andrew caught up to me, along with Marcus and Leo. They cornered me at the side of a building. I pushed myself up against it, but they still advanced closer. They didn't say anything, and their expressions ranged from mischievous to anger.
"Go away," I told them, annoyed. I so wasn't in the mood right now.
"What, you think you're so tough, don't you? Just because Reed's your brother doesn't mean you own this part of town," Andrew sneered. He came closer, and I spit in his face. He recoiled, and turned to get my DNA out of his eye. I turned to face Marcus and Leo, who were distracted from Andrew. I kicked Marcus in his you-know-what and punched Leo in the face. Andrew faced me again, and punched me in the stomach. Leo was up again as well, while poor Marcus was on the ground in agony. Leo got me good in the face; my nose started to bleed a little. I got him and Andrew back though, and once they were down I made a break for it.
I ran down the alley way, the same one that the two men had followed me through just yesterday. The fence was unlocked today, and I pushed my way through, not bothering to close it. If Andrew and his friends were pissed enough at me, and Reed for that matter, they'd be after me soon.
I ran into the apartment, slamming the door behind me. I double locked the door, and panted, trying to cool down. Nikolai and Carmine were in the kitchen. Nikolai was leaning against the kitchensink, withhis head in his hands. He didn't even look up with all the racket I made coming in. Carmine was sitting on the counter. He became worried when he saw me. He jumped down and ran over to me.
"Harley! What happened?" he asked. He snatched a napkin off the mesa, tabela and handed it to me. I wiped my nose; the napkin was already soaked after a couple seconds.
"Andrew," I muttered. Carmine sighed. I looked over to Nikolai, who still hadn't moved. "What's his problem?" I asked. Carmine pursed his lips.
"Reed's in jail," he said.
"What for this time?" I sighed. Loitering? Drugs? Gun possession?
"Murder," Nikolai said. My coração stopped.
"Harley, you'd better go to school today. -Nikolai." I frowned at the note. I guess I didn't have a choice. After yesterday a boring dia at school wouldn't be toobad. I grabbed a granola bar from a cupboard, and got myself a glass of milk. Reed sat up on the couch, yawning and rubbing his eyes.
"Good morning," I said quietly. He waved tiredly at me.
"'Mornin;," he yawned. "Carmine and Nik already gone?" he asked. I nodded. "Good," he said, disappearing down the hall. I downed the rest of my leite and placed it carefully in the sink; among our growing collection of dirty dishes. Reed returned, holding out his hand. I put my hands in his. He flipped it over, and placed something in it. He patted my hand. It was my gun.
"Don't get caught with this at school... And don't let it go off in your pocket again," he warned. I was about to protest at the last comment, but decided he was right and nodded. I checked it to see that it was loaded; only one bullet was missing from last night. I put it carefully in my pocket. "Collins has been messing around with us lately, and I want you to be able to protect yourself from the a-hole." He was talking about Dalton Collins. He was a little older than Reed, and he was just bad. He always picked on us, worse than any school bully. Reed always talked about putting him back in his place, but we all knew it was just talk.
"Thanks..." I looked at the time on the clock that was on the wall. It was quarter to eight, so it was really 7:15. Nikolai still hasn't gotten around to fixing that clock. I guess it didn't matter, I could tell time here much quickly than the guys; they had to do the math, but it just came to me for some reason. It only sucked at school, where all the clocks had the right time. A couple years atrás the teachers made me take a telling time lesson.
"I should get going," I said.
"Wait," Reed said, moving past me. He went to the cookie jar that hasn't held any biscoitos, cookies in years. He grabbed something from it and tossed it to me. It was the bag of weed from yesterday. He'd saved it from the trash!
"Thanks!" I said. This stuff was worth a lot, and I had been bummed out that Nikolai had made me throw it out. Reed always had my back though. I hugged him, and he patted my back.
"Alright. Get a mover on, little girl," he smiled. I stood up on my toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. He patted my head as I turned to leave. "Be careful," he said.
"I will!" I promised.
I made a little detour on the way to school. I needed someone to buy this weed, or else it would start to smell during school. I could not risk almost getting caught again. I went down to the bait shop; there was always someone willing to buy there. The sino rang as I entered, and three men and the cashier greeted me.
"Hey, look! It's Harley Davidson!" one of them hollered, wasted. They always call me that. It's not funny. My last name's Cameron. I rolled my eyes, but when they weren't looking at me. I don't want to be rude to customers.
"Got anything today?" one of them asked. I nodded and pulled out the weed. Their eyes widened. "How much you want for it," he asked.
"$150," I answered right away. They grumbled at the high price. "Hey," I interrupted. "You're getting what you paid for," I assured them. They groaned but forked out the money anyway. I smiled and put it in my pocket.
"Harley, can't you have your business somewhere else? All these druggies keep coming into my comprar and asking for drugs. One time a cop almost overheard," The cashier, Benny, complained. I shrugged.
"Sorry. Benny. But then no one'll know where to go. I gotta make a living too, y'know."
"Well why don't you make it through school first," he said. I rolled my eyes and was out of there; off to school. I got in the classroom just as the sino rang. Mr. Russel looked at me, worried.
"Harley, how's your father?" he asked. I furrowed my eyebrows. Then it clicked. Oh yeah! That's the excuse I used to get out ofhere yesterday! I always thought teachers gossiped, but now I knew it was true; I'd told Mrs. gaio, jay that, not Mr. Martens. I'd told her that I'd gotten a text from my brother; Dad was in the hospital. And she believed me, it was crazy. That wasn't even possible, too. For one, I don't have a cellphone. Two, I don't know my Dad. Reed told me he'd packed up and left withsome whore a long time ago, just a week before Mom found out she was pregnant with me.
"Oh, uh, he's alright I guess. They don't know what;s wrong though..." I frowned.
"Well, I hope he gets better," he told me. I thanked him. It was weird. Teachers were nice to me all day. I always knew they hated me, I'm not so good in school. Nikolai says I just need to try harder, but I don't think that'd work out. I guess the teachers are just disappointed; they'd had Carmine a coule years ago. Carmine was the perfect student. He did his homework every night, did great on tests and projects, and never talked back to the teachers. Let's just say I was a shock when I came into high school.
As I was walking to the last class of the day, I bumped into Andrew. He's Dalton's younger brother. Another asshole. He shoved me back, sending me and all my books scattered over the floor.
"Watch it, Cameron!" he shouted. I stood back up and pushed him back.
"Fuck off, Collins!" I growled. He smirked.
"Your brother better watch it. Dalton's getting sick of him fooling around with Belinda." Belinda is Dalton's girlfriend. Reed's liked her since high school. He flirted with her a lot when he'd see her on the streets. Apparently word got 'round to Dalton. It didn't matter anyways, I guess. Reed was twice the man Dalton was; any girl should consider herself lucky to encontro, data him.
"Tell your brother to put a fucking leash on his girl then," I snapped back. I hurried off to my seguinte class before he could say anything else.
I started home, when Andrew caught up to me, along with Marcus and Leo. They cornered me at the side of a building. I pushed myself up against it, but they still advanced closer. They didn't say anything, and their expressions ranged from mischievous to anger.
"Go away," I told them, annoyed. I so wasn't in the mood right now.
"What, you think you're so tough, don't you? Just because Reed's your brother doesn't mean you own this part of town," Andrew sneered. He came closer, and I spit in his face. He recoiled, and turned to get my DNA out of his eye. I turned to face Marcus and Leo, who were distracted from Andrew. I kicked Marcus in his you-know-what and punched Leo in the face. Andrew faced me again, and punched me in the stomach. Leo was up again as well, while poor Marcus was on the ground in agony. Leo got me good in the face; my nose started to bleed a little. I got him and Andrew back though, and once they were down I made a break for it.
I ran down the alley way, the same one that the two men had followed me through just yesterday. The fence was unlocked today, and I pushed my way through, not bothering to close it. If Andrew and his friends were pissed enough at me, and Reed for that matter, they'd be after me soon.
I ran into the apartment, slamming the door behind me. I double locked the door, and panted, trying to cool down. Nikolai and Carmine were in the kitchen. Nikolai was leaning against the kitchensink, withhis head in his hands. He didn't even look up with all the racket I made coming in. Carmine was sitting on the counter. He became worried when he saw me. He jumped down and ran over to me.
"Harley! What happened?" he asked. He snatched a napkin off the mesa, tabela and handed it to me. I wiped my nose; the napkin was already soaked after a couple seconds.
"Andrew," I muttered. Carmine sighed. I looked over to Nikolai, who still hadn't moved. "What's his problem?" I asked. Carmine pursed his lips.
"Reed's in jail," he said.
"What for this time?" I sighed. Loitering? Drugs? Gun possession?
"Murder," Nikolai said. My coração stopped.
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 you enjoy.
Read to the rhythym you 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 por 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 seguinte 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 you enjoy.
Read to the rhythym you 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 por 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 seguinte 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 por 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 amor to a wall
instead of each other
and we wonder why
the rosas 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 por 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 amor to a wall
instead of each other
and we wonder why
the rosas are dying
jamie is a beautiful girl. she has long ,blond hair,she has a rosa, -de-rosa camisa 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 you have a girlfreind?"
"no,why?'
"i dont,do you 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 you have a girlfreind?"
"no,why?'
"i dont,do you 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 you know why?"
'well,she said something about an old friend in texas." izzy told me.
"you dont think.."
"maybe.where else could she have gone?"
"come por 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 you know why?"
'well,she said something about an old friend in texas." izzy told me.
"you dont think.."
"maybe.where else could she have gone?"
"come por 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 you 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
amor is what we need
to live,to breath
to be what we can be
we all need love
amor is power
amor is strong.
thats why amor 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 you 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 you 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
amor is what we need
to live,to breath
to be what we can be
we all need love
amor is power
amor is strong.
thats why amor 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 you hum.
im sorry i must run.
I remember the times of the i amor you's
and times when it was i hate you.
But you 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 you stayed.
The child in me, from the times you loved me.
The debt you owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time you spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that you are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when you apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
and times when it was i hate you.
But you 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 you stayed.
The child in me, from the times you loved me.
The debt you owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time you spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that you are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when you apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
