This is a poem I wrote about Dylan. *gasp* Yes I know.
Hey.
It's me again.
I feel like I talk to your voicemail more than you.
But it's okay 'cause I know were just friends.
Just calling to read you this poem.
Roses are red, violets are blue
You've changed so much and so have I.
But the only thing I can say about it is fuck you.
Take a look at the world around you.
You have to realize the world has a dark side.
Wake up and see
That I've crossed over.
Truth is you crossed over before I did.
You're just better at masking it up.
Both you and I pretend we don't give a damn.
Yet we care more about each other than anyone else does.
But still,
You love me.
I love you.
Yet we're still "just friends"
I'm sick of making the first move.
You want me you come and get me.
But I know you and the day you finally come to get me,
Is the day after I die.
**Yes this poem is true. Also, I am writing yet ANOTHER story. Details to come!!!!! :)
Thursday, July 02, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
MORE MORE MORE!!!!!!!!
THE WAIT IS FINALLY OVER!!!!!! MORE OF NO MORE FOOD!!!!!!!!!! So I've been thinking.... NO MORE FOOD!!! is a good title and all, but I think we could do better. If you have any suggestions please comment(any at all greatly appreciated!!!!). And here it is......
Eric looked like he was about to say more, but Lizzie came over with our orders on a tray. Lizzie winked at us and said, "Enjoy you're donuts."
I giggled and opened my donut box. I had never seen a more beautiful sight than the donuts sitting before me. It was almost as if I could hear the calorie angels calling out to me. I looked into the box and began stuffing my mouth with the luscious donuts. They tasted a thousand times over what I ever dreamed of.
While I was stuffing my face, Eric was eating his first donut, and was only half way through with it. He set it down and said, "So Maggie Pie, I was thinking since summer is coming up and it's already May, maybe we could go shopping for some swimsuits?"
I looked up, surprised. I new it was May, but I didn't think he would want to go together. "Sure," I said. "Let's do it tomorrow. Is that okay?" I asked. I wanted to see him model a swimsuit so bad. While I waited for his answer I continued swallowing my donuts whole.
Eric shrugged. "Sure I guess," he said, shoving the last bite into his mouth. He waved his arm to the boxes of donuts in front of us and said, "But we may have to go to the gym first to get off all this extra weight. I swear, I can feel this chair starting to break." We both laughed.
We sat in silence while I finished shoving four donuts at once into my mouth. Eric only picked at his. After finishing three donuts he said, "I think I should take you home now." I looked at the clock on the wall and it said it was only 8:47.
I whined and protested with my mouth full of donuts, "But it's not even nine, yet. Why do you have to take me home now?"
Eric took my hand that wasn't shoving food into my face and said, "Well I was thinking that you have to have your beauty sleep before we go shopping because I don't want to have to look at your sexy body, and then go to kiss your face and it would have circles under your eyes."
I groaned while still shoving donuts into my face and said, "All right. But let me check something first." I quickly shoved the last donut into my face and threw the empty donut box away. I went up to the counter and said, "Hey Lizzie, I know that the donuts that I got had way more calories than Eric's. He said that for every one original donut you eat you gain one pound. How much weight do you gain when you eat one of the donuts I had?"
"You gain one and a half pounds per one donut. Why do you want to know?" Lizzie asked.
It's because tomorrow I'm going shopping for swimsuits with Eric and I wanted to know if I could still be in the same general size," I said, cocking my head and smiling an evil grin.
Eric walked up to Lizzie and handed her the rest of the donuts that Eric didn't eat. "Here you go. I don't want it," Eric said.
Lizzie smiled, said thank you, and we were out of there.
Eric looked like he was about to say more, but Lizzie came over with our orders on a tray. Lizzie winked at us and said, "Enjoy you're donuts."
I giggled and opened my donut box. I had never seen a more beautiful sight than the donuts sitting before me. It was almost as if I could hear the calorie angels calling out to me. I looked into the box and began stuffing my mouth with the luscious donuts. They tasted a thousand times over what I ever dreamed of.
While I was stuffing my face, Eric was eating his first donut, and was only half way through with it. He set it down and said, "So Maggie Pie, I was thinking since summer is coming up and it's already May, maybe we could go shopping for some swimsuits?"
I looked up, surprised. I new it was May, but I didn't think he would want to go together. "Sure," I said. "Let's do it tomorrow. Is that okay?" I asked. I wanted to see him model a swimsuit so bad. While I waited for his answer I continued swallowing my donuts whole.
Eric shrugged. "Sure I guess," he said, shoving the last bite into his mouth. He waved his arm to the boxes of donuts in front of us and said, "But we may have to go to the gym first to get off all this extra weight. I swear, I can feel this chair starting to break." We both laughed.
We sat in silence while I finished shoving four donuts at once into my mouth. Eric only picked at his. After finishing three donuts he said, "I think I should take you home now." I looked at the clock on the wall and it said it was only 8:47.
I whined and protested with my mouth full of donuts, "But it's not even nine, yet. Why do you have to take me home now?"
Eric took my hand that wasn't shoving food into my face and said, "Well I was thinking that you have to have your beauty sleep before we go shopping because I don't want to have to look at your sexy body, and then go to kiss your face and it would have circles under your eyes."
I groaned while still shoving donuts into my face and said, "All right. But let me check something first." I quickly shoved the last donut into my face and threw the empty donut box away. I went up to the counter and said, "Hey Lizzie, I know that the donuts that I got had way more calories than Eric's. He said that for every one original donut you eat you gain one pound. How much weight do you gain when you eat one of the donuts I had?"
"You gain one and a half pounds per one donut. Why do you want to know?" Lizzie asked.
It's because tomorrow I'm going shopping for swimsuits with Eric and I wanted to know if I could still be in the same general size," I said, cocking my head and smiling an evil grin.
Eric walked up to Lizzie and handed her the rest of the donuts that Eric didn't eat. "Here you go. I don't want it," Eric said.
Lizzie smiled, said thank you, and we were out of there.
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
It has happened....AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!
O.k. Not many of you know this(but you all expected it), but again I am going to start yet ANOTHER story. I'll post it on here when it gets long enough. I'm not sure about a title yet, but I'll come up with one soon i hope. This might be a different one because I'm thinking about doing it in a script/play format instead of a regular storie. More on the storie is yet to come.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
NO MORE FOOD!!!
You may be wondering why I have this post tagged under a Mile In Your Shoes. Well, if you have read A Mile In Your Shoes, you know about the tradgety/love/star-crossed lovers of Hazel and Jake. Well, I'm going to let you in on a little secret, WARNING SPOILERS!!!!!!! o.k. the end of the storie is....... Hazel and Jake shoot themselves and commit suicide. I won't tell you any more because it gets kind of complicated. So there you have it. SPOILERS OVER!!!! KEEP READING!!!!!!I will be updating this storie a lot. I got this idea from a Gaia forum that said you had to write a storie about a fear. You could only choose one or two fears. One/two fears=one person. I got there after the deadline but the idea still was cool, so I started working on it. The fear I chose was one that had a really long name and had a hard pronounciation, but it basically meant, "fear of food or eating". And I'll stop talking and boring you now. Enjoy!
I blame donuts. It's as easy as that. Pizza had kind of a fault, but it was mainly donuts. Here's the story.
First, a new donut place opened across the street from the pizza place my boyfriend worked at. My best friend, Lizzie, got a job at the donut place, and my boyfriend, Eric, took me on a date there. "I heard they have killer donuts," Eric said as he opened the door for me.
I walked inside and a strong scent of fresh, steaming donuts hit me like a frying pan to the back of the head. "Oh!" I gasped as a wave of pure hunger rocked through my body. I normally wasn't hungry, but these smelled so good I had to order some.
I saw Lizzie smile at us from behind the counter and say, "Hello. Welcome to Mr. Donut. My name is Lizzie. Can I help you?"
Eric walked up to the register and said, "I hear that each donut has so many calories you gain a pound when you eat it. Is this true?"
"Why yessir. They say the only good food is dripping with calories wouldn't you agree?" Lizzie said smiling.
"This is true. And coupled with an unbeatable price of three dollars a dozen, you'll be swarming with regulars in no time."
I was only half paying attention to their conversation. I was staring at the mother of all donuts in the display case. Twice the size of a regular donut, covered in caramel, with dripping hot fudge and ice cream on top. I was in calorie heaven.
"So what do you want, Maggie Pie? Original, chocolate? My treat," Eric said.
"I want that. I want three of those!" I said looking at Eric with my puppy dog face.
"Okay. I think I'll have a regular," he said to Lizzie.
"It's five bucks for one donut each. So that would run you about twenty dollars," Lizzie said to Eric.
"Ick. How about I get one dozen of the original and one dozen of that donut that Maggie Pie wants?" Eric has always been a penny pincher. I think if I die and my funeral place charges admission, Eric will tell someone to take some pictures and he'll wait in the parking lot.
"That would be six dollars, sir," Lizzie said, putting Eric's money in the register. "Your order will be out in three minutes." She went into a room in the back to go make our donuts.
Eric and I found a table and started talking about different stuff. "So we're finally seniors, huh?" Eric said.
"Yep. You know what I heard?"
"What?" Eric asked. He always likes to hear stuff. He liked being "in the know".
"You know that Goth chick who was a senior last year?"
"Yeah," Eric said leaning in close. Hazel has always scared him. Especially since she hooked up with that Emo guy, Jake.
"She and her boyfriend, that Emo guy Jake, commited suicide together over the summer. People say that they shot themselves because they couldn't stand being tormented by people different than them. They said they wanted a world completely different because they couldn't stand the one they were in,"
"That's sad," Eric said.
"No that's good. It shows that normal people are better than different people. We can use this to our advantage, Eric. Since word got out about this, it's only a matter of time before other different people think they'll be next. So they will turn normal and we would have done the world a huge favor," I said. It's completely obvious that Eric should know this but you know guys.
I blame donuts. It's as easy as that. Pizza had kind of a fault, but it was mainly donuts. Here's the story.
First, a new donut place opened across the street from the pizza place my boyfriend worked at. My best friend, Lizzie, got a job at the donut place, and my boyfriend, Eric, took me on a date there. "I heard they have killer donuts," Eric said as he opened the door for me.
I walked inside and a strong scent of fresh, steaming donuts hit me like a frying pan to the back of the head. "Oh!" I gasped as a wave of pure hunger rocked through my body. I normally wasn't hungry, but these smelled so good I had to order some.
I saw Lizzie smile at us from behind the counter and say, "Hello. Welcome to Mr. Donut. My name is Lizzie. Can I help you?"
Eric walked up to the register and said, "I hear that each donut has so many calories you gain a pound when you eat it. Is this true?"
"Why yessir. They say the only good food is dripping with calories wouldn't you agree?" Lizzie said smiling.
"This is true. And coupled with an unbeatable price of three dollars a dozen, you'll be swarming with regulars in no time."
I was only half paying attention to their conversation. I was staring at the mother of all donuts in the display case. Twice the size of a regular donut, covered in caramel, with dripping hot fudge and ice cream on top. I was in calorie heaven.
"So what do you want, Maggie Pie? Original, chocolate? My treat," Eric said.
"I want that. I want three of those!" I said looking at Eric with my puppy dog face.
"Okay. I think I'll have a regular," he said to Lizzie.
"It's five bucks for one donut each. So that would run you about twenty dollars," Lizzie said to Eric.
"Ick. How about I get one dozen of the original and one dozen of that donut that Maggie Pie wants?" Eric has always been a penny pincher. I think if I die and my funeral place charges admission, Eric will tell someone to take some pictures and he'll wait in the parking lot.
"That would be six dollars, sir," Lizzie said, putting Eric's money in the register. "Your order will be out in three minutes." She went into a room in the back to go make our donuts.
Eric and I found a table and started talking about different stuff. "So we're finally seniors, huh?" Eric said.
"Yep. You know what I heard?"
"What?" Eric asked. He always likes to hear stuff. He liked being "in the know".
"You know that Goth chick who was a senior last year?"
"Yeah," Eric said leaning in close. Hazel has always scared him. Especially since she hooked up with that Emo guy, Jake.
"She and her boyfriend, that Emo guy Jake, commited suicide together over the summer. People say that they shot themselves because they couldn't stand being tormented by people different than them. They said they wanted a world completely different because they couldn't stand the one they were in,"
"That's sad," Eric said.
"No that's good. It shows that normal people are better than different people. We can use this to our advantage, Eric. Since word got out about this, it's only a matter of time before other different people think they'll be next. So they will turn normal and we would have done the world a huge favor," I said. It's completely obvious that Eric should know this but you know guys.
Friday, March 13, 2009
You Can't Tell Ch. 2
Chapter II
I closed my vomit green locker and it made kind of a metallic thud. I saw Fido talking to Fidette, his girlfriend. She was in her usual pink cheerleading outfit. With that short skirt and top two sizes smaller even for her short petite size made me want to vomit and I'm pretty sure it would be the same color as the lockers, too. Coupled with the fact that her top said,"Flamingos" in bold pink letters wasn't helping, either.
After Fido was done talking to Fidette, he went for his locker. I followed him and I saw him twisting the combination lock for his vomit green locker identical to mine on the outside. Key word outside. On the inside were pictures of Fidette, his football team(But Fido wasn't in it. I wonder why.), and some painting of this prep with blond hair, pale skin, and a regular prepish wardrobe, and in the corner it was signed, "Juliet". Why was there a painting of "Juliet" in his locker if he was dating Fidette(whose real name is Missy)?
He closed his locker and it made the same metallic thud mine did. He turned and headed out of the school just like he did every day to walk home. I followed him with no question about turning back until he turned and entered the neighborhood of run-down apartments and shacks. I knew he walked home, don't get me wrong, I just didn't know he lived here. He walked up a street that needed to be paved better and began talking to himself. It was quite bazaar actually. "I wonder where Juliet is. I bet she's out fishing. It's nice she's finally getting the hang of it. I remember my first time. Taking lives is very hard the first time. But now I've gotten really good at it, and do it every day," he said in a change of voice.
There are two obvious things that are going on. First, he's talking about catching fish. I've never realized that he had a sensitive side. I'll have to remember that next time I yell at him. Second, he is obviously almost done with going though puberty, which explains the voice change.
Suddenly he started running really fast up a steep hill. I tried to keep up with him, but I was losing ground quick. I decided to slow down to a more healthier pace and follow him from there. He quickly veered to the left so I made sure I was in the shadows and kept following him. He slowed to a walk and headed up a pathway to a shack with all the windows broken out. Half the floor was rooted up and the wood on the shack was rotted and disheveled. He trotted into the shack while I stuck to the shadows. I could still see inside just fine. Inside was a girl who looked like Juliet from the painting in Fido's locker. She pecked him on the cheek and he took her hand with one of his(and compared to Fido's hand, hers was delicate and as small as a Barbie's) and with the other hand he caressed her cheek and moved up to her hair and said, "It's still fine to do that as long as you know we're just friends." He pecked her on the cheek.
Blushing, Juliet replied, "I know. It's because you like that Slits girl, right?" Her face slipped into a pout at the very end.
"Yes, and her name is actually Natalie. Not Slits. She hates it when people call her that. I don't want to hurt her, but people would be on to us if I suddenly got the hots for a Goth chick. Now let me go take a shower," he said walking off into another room.
My mouth fell open with a soft popping noise. A crush? On me? He was back out of the shower before I could think about it more.
His skin was paler and his hair looked thicker. He looked at Juliet and said, "Ready fellow vampire?" He took her hand.
Vampire? What? Is there a joke I'm missing here?
"Ready," Juliet said, a look of confidence appearing on her face. And before my very eyes, Fido and Juliet slowly got smaller until they were each a blob of white flesh. They got smaller and smaller and their skin turned black while they sprouted wings.
I watched as the two bats flew out of the shack and into the cold winter night. ^w^
I closed my vomit green locker and it made kind of a metallic thud. I saw Fido talking to Fidette, his girlfriend. She was in her usual pink cheerleading outfit. With that short skirt and top two sizes smaller even for her short petite size made me want to vomit and I'm pretty sure it would be the same color as the lockers, too. Coupled with the fact that her top said,"Flamingos" in bold pink letters wasn't helping, either.
After Fido was done talking to Fidette, he went for his locker. I followed him and I saw him twisting the combination lock for his vomit green locker identical to mine on the outside. Key word outside. On the inside were pictures of Fidette, his football team(But Fido wasn't in it. I wonder why.), and some painting of this prep with blond hair, pale skin, and a regular prepish wardrobe, and in the corner it was signed, "Juliet". Why was there a painting of "Juliet" in his locker if he was dating Fidette(whose real name is Missy)?
He closed his locker and it made the same metallic thud mine did. He turned and headed out of the school just like he did every day to walk home. I followed him with no question about turning back until he turned and entered the neighborhood of run-down apartments and shacks. I knew he walked home, don't get me wrong, I just didn't know he lived here. He walked up a street that needed to be paved better and began talking to himself. It was quite bazaar actually. "I wonder where Juliet is. I bet she's out fishing. It's nice she's finally getting the hang of it. I remember my first time. Taking lives is very hard the first time. But now I've gotten really good at it, and do it every day," he said in a change of voice.
There are two obvious things that are going on. First, he's talking about catching fish. I've never realized that he had a sensitive side. I'll have to remember that next time I yell at him. Second, he is obviously almost done with going though puberty, which explains the voice change.
Suddenly he started running really fast up a steep hill. I tried to keep up with him, but I was losing ground quick. I decided to slow down to a more healthier pace and follow him from there. He quickly veered to the left so I made sure I was in the shadows and kept following him. He slowed to a walk and headed up a pathway to a shack with all the windows broken out. Half the floor was rooted up and the wood on the shack was rotted and disheveled. He trotted into the shack while I stuck to the shadows. I could still see inside just fine. Inside was a girl who looked like Juliet from the painting in Fido's locker. She pecked him on the cheek and he took her hand with one of his(and compared to Fido's hand, hers was delicate and as small as a Barbie's) and with the other hand he caressed her cheek and moved up to her hair and said, "It's still fine to do that as long as you know we're just friends." He pecked her on the cheek.
Blushing, Juliet replied, "I know. It's because you like that Slits girl, right?" Her face slipped into a pout at the very end.
"Yes, and her name is actually Natalie. Not Slits. She hates it when people call her that. I don't want to hurt her, but people would be on to us if I suddenly got the hots for a Goth chick. Now let me go take a shower," he said walking off into another room.
My mouth fell open with a soft popping noise. A crush? On me? He was back out of the shower before I could think about it more.
His skin was paler and his hair looked thicker. He looked at Juliet and said, "Ready fellow vampire?" He took her hand.
Vampire? What? Is there a joke I'm missing here?
"Ready," Juliet said, a look of confidence appearing on her face. And before my very eyes, Fido and Juliet slowly got smaller until they were each a blob of white flesh. They got smaller and smaller and their skin turned black while they sprouted wings.
I watched as the two bats flew out of the shack and into the cold winter night. ^w^
You Can't Tell Ch. 1
Chapter I
"Hey Slits! Wait up honey!" Matt Wolfe (who I prefer to call Fido and you'll see why in a minute.) said, running down the hall. His wide and muscular body wedged other students to the walls and into their lockers. I ignored him and kept walking. I wondered where Beth was.
Oh, and if you're wondering why Fido calls me Slits, it's because in seventh grade there was a rumor going around that I slit my wrists. I only cut my arms but everyone knew so they all called me Slits. All except my best friend Beth. Beth has been there before so she's nice about it. I don't cut myself any more. I stopped in ninth grade. Beth had it lucky, though. She moved here in eighth grade and she cut herself in sixth and seventh grade. Only the principal knows about it and he keeps his mouth shut. I know to, don't get me wrong. I just figured since I'm her best friend and I'm telling you all this, most of you would have the common sense to know that I knew.
"Baby please! What kind of a girl wouldn't want to date the captain of the football team? I know you wear black and listen to creepy music but we can work past that Slits! I love you, honey! Whether you slit your wrists or not!" Fido begged and got down on his knees and began weeping so unbelievably you would wonder why the teachers and coaches always believe his foolish lies.
"First, there's a name for my kind and it's called Goth, not creepy, scary people. Second, I hate you. Third, I do NOT slit my wrists and I never did. Fourth, my name is Natalie. And lastly, GET THE HECK AWAY!!!!!!!" I screamed at him. I swear, if he wasn't going to move out of my way and leave me alone, I was going to kick him. Hard. I've had problems with boys in the past so I have a reason for wearing combat boots.
"Fine I'll call you tonight, princess," he smiled and kissed me on the cheek. Then, he turned left and skipped merrily down the hall. I ran my pale hand down my face multiple times to try to get Fido germs off me.
I turned the opposite way and took off in a sprint once I realized that I was probably going to be late for the bus.
My face was pouring in sweat as I stepped on the bus and took my seat in the back next to Beth. "Sorry," I said, setting my stuff
down next to me. "Fido proposed to me."
"No kidding. I swear he's stalking you. I mean you're beautiful. You're a senior in high school, you've got you're whole life ahead of you. Plus not to mention you're looks. You've got long silky smooth black hair, cool fashion sense, pale skin, black nails, and you're tall and skinny. And you're really fun to hang out with. I can never be as cool as you. I'm not even Goth. I'm sort of caught in-between Normie and Goth. I'm an outsider on both ends of the social ladder," Beth said. She was always the optimistic one.
"Thanks for complementing me on all that stuff and I'm pretty sure Fido doesn't see half those things."
"Remind me why you call him Fido again?" she said, her sentence turning into a question.
"It's because he's like a humongous dog." I said in repulsiveness. "Him and his friends are just a bunch of sweaty guys running after a ball like dogs after a stick. So Fido seemed like a fitting name, especially since he calls me Slits." I said making a face at the terrible nickname I've had for years.
"Yeah you're right it does fit. And it puts a whole new thought to football thing once you think about it. But I swear he's stalking you just to make you mad."
"Probably. I've thought about that before. That's why tomorrow I'm going to stalk him," I said and then laughing like a mad scientist. ^w^
"Hey Slits! Wait up honey!" Matt Wolfe (who I prefer to call Fido and you'll see why in a minute.) said, running down the hall. His wide and muscular body wedged other students to the walls and into their lockers. I ignored him and kept walking. I wondered where Beth was.
Oh, and if you're wondering why Fido calls me Slits, it's because in seventh grade there was a rumor going around that I slit my wrists. I only cut my arms but everyone knew so they all called me Slits. All except my best friend Beth. Beth has been there before so she's nice about it. I don't cut myself any more. I stopped in ninth grade. Beth had it lucky, though. She moved here in eighth grade and she cut herself in sixth and seventh grade. Only the principal knows about it and he keeps his mouth shut. I know to, don't get me wrong. I just figured since I'm her best friend and I'm telling you all this, most of you would have the common sense to know that I knew.
"Baby please! What kind of a girl wouldn't want to date the captain of the football team? I know you wear black and listen to creepy music but we can work past that Slits! I love you, honey! Whether you slit your wrists or not!" Fido begged and got down on his knees and began weeping so unbelievably you would wonder why the teachers and coaches always believe his foolish lies.
"First, there's a name for my kind and it's called Goth, not creepy, scary people. Second, I hate you. Third, I do NOT slit my wrists and I never did. Fourth, my name is Natalie. And lastly, GET THE HECK AWAY!!!!!!!" I screamed at him. I swear, if he wasn't going to move out of my way and leave me alone, I was going to kick him. Hard. I've had problems with boys in the past so I have a reason for wearing combat boots.
"Fine I'll call you tonight, princess," he smiled and kissed me on the cheek. Then, he turned left and skipped merrily down the hall. I ran my pale hand down my face multiple times to try to get Fido germs off me.
I turned the opposite way and took off in a sprint once I realized that I was probably going to be late for the bus.
My face was pouring in sweat as I stepped on the bus and took my seat in the back next to Beth. "Sorry," I said, setting my stuff
down next to me. "Fido proposed to me."
"No kidding. I swear he's stalking you. I mean you're beautiful. You're a senior in high school, you've got you're whole life ahead of you. Plus not to mention you're looks. You've got long silky smooth black hair, cool fashion sense, pale skin, black nails, and you're tall and skinny. And you're really fun to hang out with. I can never be as cool as you. I'm not even Goth. I'm sort of caught in-between Normie and Goth. I'm an outsider on both ends of the social ladder," Beth said. She was always the optimistic one.
"Thanks for complementing me on all that stuff and I'm pretty sure Fido doesn't see half those things."
"Remind me why you call him Fido again?" she said, her sentence turning into a question.
"It's because he's like a humongous dog." I said in repulsiveness. "Him and his friends are just a bunch of sweaty guys running after a ball like dogs after a stick. So Fido seemed like a fitting name, especially since he calls me Slits." I said making a face at the terrible nickname I've had for years.
"Yeah you're right it does fit. And it puts a whole new thought to football thing once you think about it. But I swear he's stalking you just to make you mad."
"Probably. I've thought about that before. That's why tomorrow I'm going to stalk him," I said and then laughing like a mad scientist. ^w^
A Mile In Your Shoes Part VII
His arms are covered in scars, half of them six inches long. Although the evidence is plain on Jake's arm, I refuse to except that Jake purposefully hurts himself. I turn to look at Jake. "What, did you get in a fight or something and someone had a blade?" I asked, my face that looks like Jake a mixture of worry and confusion.
Okay, from now on when I say, "my" or "me" or "I" I mean me in Jake's body and when I say, "Jake" it means Jake in my(Hazel's) body.
Jake looked at me and said, "I've been doing it for a while now, Hazel. I tried to keep it from you. It used to be an outlet, a way for me to get rid of all the hatred of myself, but then I saw how happy you were whenever you were near me. I tried to stop to keep you from turning into a monster with me, but I just couldn't. It's become my little secret. I used to be proud of it. Proud of the fact that I didn't blow up at everyone when I got angry, that I blew up at myself instead. I tried other ways to get rid of my anger. I've tried hitting something, drowning out the world with music, keeping it all in, and eating," he laughed at that last part, "Yeah, eating worked for a while, but then I started to put on weight, and fast. I knew I would have to stop or else I would die soon. So as much as I didn't want to, I forced myself to stop.
"I just want to get rid of my anger, Hazel, not commit suicide. So, I went on a diet. It worked and still is working. I'm still a little heavier than normal and I hope you don't put me back to where I was before I lost weight. I've kept some clothes that were from me at my biggest just in case I go there again. And if you do put me back where I was, don't worry. I won't be mad at you," he turned to look at me, as if he forgot I was there. "But enough about me, how about you?" he asked, my face that Jake had lifting up into a smile.
I cleared my throat and began with my life's story. I told him how I met Luna and Katana, how my mom lives in California because she got sick of seeing my dad everyday. About how my little brother, Randy, is a total nerd, complete with glasses and sniffles. How I, ironically enough, was anorexic all through middle school and the first year of high school. Jake nodded when I paused and listened intently. "So compared to you, my life is the ultimate heaven. Including the fact that my dad is an alcoholic, and Randy is thinking of suicide," I said, laughing to myself without humor.
"And I have a sudden craving to eat anything I see," I added, confused.
"So we have each others traits and characteristics," Jake said nodding his head. "It makes sense in a way. I mean we're in each other's bodies so some things we got to take with us when we switched and some were left behind. For example, I feel like I can go days without eating anything because I'm not hungry at all. Where as you used to feel like that, but now you feel like I used to where I can't stop eating. It all makes sense," Jake murmured, trailing off.
"So now I'm cursed until we switch back," I added.
Jake laughed and said, "You know, I could get used to this. Not feeling that I have to cave in to my dark side every day. Plus, I feel like I can jump higher than the moon, I'm so light."
We both laughed at that. Next, we began to talk about how we act around certain people. Turns out, Jake was just a very mellow kind of guy(Okay, I know that makes me sound like a hippy but I can't think of any other word).
Okay, from now on when I say, "my" or "me" or "I" I mean me in Jake's body and when I say, "Jake" it means Jake in my(Hazel's) body.
Jake looked at me and said, "I've been doing it for a while now, Hazel. I tried to keep it from you. It used to be an outlet, a way for me to get rid of all the hatred of myself, but then I saw how happy you were whenever you were near me. I tried to stop to keep you from turning into a monster with me, but I just couldn't. It's become my little secret. I used to be proud of it. Proud of the fact that I didn't blow up at everyone when I got angry, that I blew up at myself instead. I tried other ways to get rid of my anger. I've tried hitting something, drowning out the world with music, keeping it all in, and eating," he laughed at that last part, "Yeah, eating worked for a while, but then I started to put on weight, and fast. I knew I would have to stop or else I would die soon. So as much as I didn't want to, I forced myself to stop.
"I just want to get rid of my anger, Hazel, not commit suicide. So, I went on a diet. It worked and still is working. I'm still a little heavier than normal and I hope you don't put me back to where I was before I lost weight. I've kept some clothes that were from me at my biggest just in case I go there again. And if you do put me back where I was, don't worry. I won't be mad at you," he turned to look at me, as if he forgot I was there. "But enough about me, how about you?" he asked, my face that Jake had lifting up into a smile.
I cleared my throat and began with my life's story. I told him how I met Luna and Katana, how my mom lives in California because she got sick of seeing my dad everyday. About how my little brother, Randy, is a total nerd, complete with glasses and sniffles. How I, ironically enough, was anorexic all through middle school and the first year of high school. Jake nodded when I paused and listened intently. "So compared to you, my life is the ultimate heaven. Including the fact that my dad is an alcoholic, and Randy is thinking of suicide," I said, laughing to myself without humor.
"And I have a sudden craving to eat anything I see," I added, confused.
"So we have each others traits and characteristics," Jake said nodding his head. "It makes sense in a way. I mean we're in each other's bodies so some things we got to take with us when we switched and some were left behind. For example, I feel like I can go days without eating anything because I'm not hungry at all. Where as you used to feel like that, but now you feel like I used to where I can't stop eating. It all makes sense," Jake murmured, trailing off.
"So now I'm cursed until we switch back," I added.
Jake laughed and said, "You know, I could get used to this. Not feeling that I have to cave in to my dark side every day. Plus, I feel like I can jump higher than the moon, I'm so light."
We both laughed at that. Next, we began to talk about how we act around certain people. Turns out, Jake was just a very mellow kind of guy(Okay, I know that makes me sound like a hippy but I can't think of any other word).
A Mile In Your Shoes Part VI
Omigosh, ohmigosh, ohmigosh! I was in Jake's body! Is this a dream? Wait, maybe I was a subject in one of those government tests. The one's that they use to find out what's in teenagers inner minds.
I ran down to tell Jake and I couldn't run as fast as I was used to because my feet were so heavy. I yanked the door to the storage room open and ran down the winding staircase.
By the time I got down there I felt like I was about to melt on the floor, I was sweating so hard. I walked because I was too tired to run to the coffin, lifted up the thousand pound lid, and screamed for Jake (WHO WAS IN MY BODY!!!!!) to wake up.
Jake (or me I don't know) slowly got up and said, "Man why do I feel so light?"
I screamed at him saying, "It's because your in my body!"
He looked at my body that he was in and said, "Whoa, is this a dream?"
"I don't think so," I said, my voice cracking and raising in pitch. "What do we do?" I said, but more squeaking than talking.
"Just wait. We have to swap bodies back sometime," Jake said calmly.
"What are we going to do at school? I mean, you think my friends are annoying and I don't even know who your friends are!" I squeaked. It just know occurred to me how awkward it was to be in a boy's body and be squeaking.
My knees were trembling and the whole world was spinning beneath my feet. Jake, or me I don't know anymore, apparently saw that I was about to collapse. Jake, in my body, rushed over and caught me just before my head hit the ground.
"Thanks," I said, but I had Jake's voice. I sighed in relief after I realized that we weren't in the same position that other people are in when they switch bodies in movies. I hate it when they switch bodies but they still have their original voices. It makes no sense at all.
Jake held my hand to keep me balanced as he walked to a wall. I heard a click as the room filled with brightness.
"Power's back on," Jake said with my voice.
"O.k. I think your mom and little sister are still asleep so right now we should learn more about each other and how to act so that way no one gets suspicious," I gripped Jake's hand more tightly to keep from losing balance.
"Okay," Jake sits on the floor taking me down with him, not breaking his grip on our hands.
I let go of his hand and he turned to look at me with a confused face right as I bury my face into his shoulders.
He sighed and said,"I guess I could go first." I nodded and he launched into his life's story. Everything from his father leaving his mother when he was ten years old and later went on to commit suicide to how his mother was a recovered marijuana addict. His little sister is actually the only normal one in the family.
I said,"Well you're pretty normal to me. I don't see what's wrong with you." I start feeling my face, the one that looks like Jake, for imperfections. Then a thought hit me, I'm in Jake's body! I can actually see myself shirtless! Although my face shows no emotion, I am thrilled at the idea. All to soon that thought is pushed from my mind and replaced with a new one when I pull up Jake's sleeve. I can feel Jake in my body turn away as he finds out that I now know his biggest secret.
I ran down to tell Jake and I couldn't run as fast as I was used to because my feet were so heavy. I yanked the door to the storage room open and ran down the winding staircase.
By the time I got down there I felt like I was about to melt on the floor, I was sweating so hard. I walked because I was too tired to run to the coffin, lifted up the thousand pound lid, and screamed for Jake (WHO WAS IN MY BODY!!!!!) to wake up.
Jake (or me I don't know) slowly got up and said, "Man why do I feel so light?"
I screamed at him saying, "It's because your in my body!"
He looked at my body that he was in and said, "Whoa, is this a dream?"
"I don't think so," I said, my voice cracking and raising in pitch. "What do we do?" I said, but more squeaking than talking.
"Just wait. We have to swap bodies back sometime," Jake said calmly.
"What are we going to do at school? I mean, you think my friends are annoying and I don't even know who your friends are!" I squeaked. It just know occurred to me how awkward it was to be in a boy's body and be squeaking.
My knees were trembling and the whole world was spinning beneath my feet. Jake, or me I don't know anymore, apparently saw that I was about to collapse. Jake, in my body, rushed over and caught me just before my head hit the ground.
"Thanks," I said, but I had Jake's voice. I sighed in relief after I realized that we weren't in the same position that other people are in when they switch bodies in movies. I hate it when they switch bodies but they still have their original voices. It makes no sense at all.
Jake held my hand to keep me balanced as he walked to a wall. I heard a click as the room filled with brightness.
"Power's back on," Jake said with my voice.
"O.k. I think your mom and little sister are still asleep so right now we should learn more about each other and how to act so that way no one gets suspicious," I gripped Jake's hand more tightly to keep from losing balance.
"Okay," Jake sits on the floor taking me down with him, not breaking his grip on our hands.
I let go of his hand and he turned to look at me with a confused face right as I bury my face into his shoulders.
He sighed and said,"I guess I could go first." I nodded and he launched into his life's story. Everything from his father leaving his mother when he was ten years old and later went on to commit suicide to how his mother was a recovered marijuana addict. His little sister is actually the only normal one in the family.
I said,"Well you're pretty normal to me. I don't see what's wrong with you." I start feeling my face, the one that looks like Jake, for imperfections. Then a thought hit me, I'm in Jake's body! I can actually see myself shirtless! Although my face shows no emotion, I am thrilled at the idea. All to soon that thought is pushed from my mind and replaced with a new one when I pull up Jake's sleeve. I can feel Jake in my body turn away as he finds out that I now know his biggest secret.
A Mile In Your Shoes Part V
After that I turned my phone off. "Don't we have a test tomorrow in Biology?" I asked, desperate to make conversation. Before Jake could even reply, the power went out.
"Crap. Well might as well say we're going to bed so Mom will stop bugging us," Jake said. He picked up the walkie talkie and said,"Hey, Mom. Hazel and me are going to bed now,"
Soon after that the walkie talkie said,"Okay, but when we get out of here Hazel better not be pregnant."
We just sat there talking about school and friends for another hour or so when Jake said,"We need to huddle together for body warmth." OHMIGOSH OHMIGOSH OHMIGOSH!!!!!
"Okay, maybe in your coffin. You know because it's padded and it will keep warm longer," I said in a desperate attempt to be stuck together in a tight space.
"Yeah, you're probably right," he opened the lid." Ladies first," he said. I got in and he got in after me. It probably would not be a good idea to sleep in jeans in a coffin in the middle of winter so I got out and stripped down into my bra and underwear. Jake heard clothes dropping to the floor and asked, "What are you doing?"
"I'm taking my jeans off because their uncomfortable to wear in a coffin."
"Yeah," Jake said, "Good idea." I heard the sound of clothes that were not mine dropping to the floor.
"My shirt was kind of tight, also," I said rubbing my arms and getting into the coffin.
"Mine, too," Jake said climbing in after me. We hugged and cuddled together for warmth. Me in my bra and underwear, and Jake in his boxers. Soon after Jake and I fell asleep.
That was about the time I started to dream. I dreamt about swapping bodies with another person. Only it wasn't just any person. It was Jake. It was just a big flash of things so I can't go into detail. It was like seventeen years all in two hours, so of course it was a big flash of things.
When I woke up, either the power was still out or there was just no light in the storage room. I guessed the second one so I went to grab my cell phone when I remembered that I left it in the pocket of my jeans. I opened the coffin lid and stood up. Why were my feet so heavy? I guess that I just slept so long that it felt like I slept for a thousand years. I opened up my cell phone and turned it on. I used it as a light to look around the room. The coffin lid was closed and by the sound of it Jake was still asleep so I picked up my clothes and went upstairs, using my phone as a flashlight, because the power was still out.
Dawn had just broke through the pink clouds when I walked into Jake's bathroom and tried to put on my clothes. My shirt was way to tight. I took it back off deciding that I would go on a diet.
I went out and walked into Jake's room. I took one of his bathrobes off his shelf. I hope he wouldn't mind. I put it on and walked into Jake's bathroom. I splashed my face with water and looked up in the mirror.
That was about the time I started hyperventilating.
"Crap. Well might as well say we're going to bed so Mom will stop bugging us," Jake said. He picked up the walkie talkie and said,"Hey, Mom. Hazel and me are going to bed now,"
Soon after that the walkie talkie said,"Okay, but when we get out of here Hazel better not be pregnant."
We just sat there talking about school and friends for another hour or so when Jake said,"We need to huddle together for body warmth." OHMIGOSH OHMIGOSH OHMIGOSH!!!!!
"Okay, maybe in your coffin. You know because it's padded and it will keep warm longer," I said in a desperate attempt to be stuck together in a tight space.
"Yeah, you're probably right," he opened the lid." Ladies first," he said. I got in and he got in after me. It probably would not be a good idea to sleep in jeans in a coffin in the middle of winter so I got out and stripped down into my bra and underwear. Jake heard clothes dropping to the floor and asked, "What are you doing?"
"I'm taking my jeans off because their uncomfortable to wear in a coffin."
"Yeah," Jake said, "Good idea." I heard the sound of clothes that were not mine dropping to the floor.
"My shirt was kind of tight, also," I said rubbing my arms and getting into the coffin.
"Mine, too," Jake said climbing in after me. We hugged and cuddled together for warmth. Me in my bra and underwear, and Jake in his boxers. Soon after Jake and I fell asleep.
That was about the time I started to dream. I dreamt about swapping bodies with another person. Only it wasn't just any person. It was Jake. It was just a big flash of things so I can't go into detail. It was like seventeen years all in two hours, so of course it was a big flash of things.
When I woke up, either the power was still out or there was just no light in the storage room. I guessed the second one so I went to grab my cell phone when I remembered that I left it in the pocket of my jeans. I opened the coffin lid and stood up. Why were my feet so heavy? I guess that I just slept so long that it felt like I slept for a thousand years. I opened up my cell phone and turned it on. I used it as a light to look around the room. The coffin lid was closed and by the sound of it Jake was still asleep so I picked up my clothes and went upstairs, using my phone as a flashlight, because the power was still out.
Dawn had just broke through the pink clouds when I walked into Jake's bathroom and tried to put on my clothes. My shirt was way to tight. I took it back off deciding that I would go on a diet.
I went out and walked into Jake's room. I took one of his bathrobes off his shelf. I hope he wouldn't mind. I put it on and walked into Jake's bathroom. I splashed my face with water and looked up in the mirror.
That was about the time I started hyperventilating.
A Mile In Your Shoes Part IV
"Mom, just give me and Hazel some blankets and pillows and we'll go downstairs, but into the storage closet instead," Jake said.
"Okay, but on one condition. Since those walls are soundproof, I'll give you two a walkie talkie, and I'll keep the other one on my room so that way we can keep in touch,"
"Sounds reasonable," Jake said nonchalantly.
His mom left the room and was back before Jake and I could start talking again.
"Thanks, Mom," Jake said. His mom scurried out of his room and disappeared down the hallway. Jake carried all the supplies in his arms and said, "Here, I need you to reach into my right pocket and grab the key to my coffin room."
Very excited at the thought of getting to touch his sweetly smelled black jeans, I reached into his pocket and felt around for the key. I found it and pulled it out.
"Now unlock the door," he ordered me tightening his grip on the supplies.
As soon as I unlocked the door and opened it, the walkie talkie said, "Jake are you in the storage closet yet?"
I held down the button and Jake said," Yeah Mom."
We walked down the stairs and when we got there, I noticed we had no food. "How are we supposed to eat?" I asked.
"Mini fridge," Jake said jerking his chin over to the corner where a tiny black refrigerator sat. "Battery powered," he added, about the mini fridge I guessed. He tossed the blankets and pillows into the coffin and shut the lid. Just as he did that, my phone rang. "Cool ring," Jake said about my ringtone because I wasn't wearing a ring.
I opened my phone and it said I have a text message.
From Luna and Katana
Where r u? stuck @ your house. r u still @ jakes?
To Luna and Katana
Yes. staying the night. sorry.
From Luna and Katana
LUCKY! are u serious? that is so unfair!
To Luna and Katana
Yes that is so fair. describe full detail when i get home. don't txt me until i txt u and this doesn't count. wait till i txt saying k on my way home. which will probably b 2morow.
"Okay, but on one condition. Since those walls are soundproof, I'll give you two a walkie talkie, and I'll keep the other one on my room so that way we can keep in touch,"
"Sounds reasonable," Jake said nonchalantly.
His mom left the room and was back before Jake and I could start talking again.
"Thanks, Mom," Jake said. His mom scurried out of his room and disappeared down the hallway. Jake carried all the supplies in his arms and said, "Here, I need you to reach into my right pocket and grab the key to my coffin room."
Very excited at the thought of getting to touch his sweetly smelled black jeans, I reached into his pocket and felt around for the key. I found it and pulled it out.
"Now unlock the door," he ordered me tightening his grip on the supplies.
As soon as I unlocked the door and opened it, the walkie talkie said, "Jake are you in the storage closet yet?"
I held down the button and Jake said," Yeah Mom."
We walked down the stairs and when we got there, I noticed we had no food. "How are we supposed to eat?" I asked.
"Mini fridge," Jake said jerking his chin over to the corner where a tiny black refrigerator sat. "Battery powered," he added, about the mini fridge I guessed. He tossed the blankets and pillows into the coffin and shut the lid. Just as he did that, my phone rang. "Cool ring," Jake said about my ringtone because I wasn't wearing a ring.
I opened my phone and it said I have a text message.
From Luna and Katana
Where r u? stuck @ your house. r u still @ jakes?
To Luna and Katana
Yes. staying the night. sorry.
From Luna and Katana
LUCKY! are u serious? that is so unfair!
To Luna and Katana
Yes that is so fair. describe full detail when i get home. don't txt me until i txt u and this doesn't count. wait till i txt saying k on my way home. which will probably b 2morow.
A Mile In Your Shoes Part III
"Whoa, you sure do have a big house," I said in astonishment.
"It's not that big." Jake answered.
"You're to modest, that's one of the reasons I like you. You don't show off," I said matter of fact.
Jake blushed- he's so cute when he does that - and said,"Come on, I'll show you my room." Jake led me into the front door and down a pathway with several Van-Gough paintings lining the walls. Finally we came to a room with a black door that said "Open this door and it's your funeral." Jake opened it and said, "Welcome to my room."
He led me into a small room with black walls and a midnight purple ceiling, lit by a black light. On the wall to the left was posters of several bands from Good Charlotte to Slipknot. On the wall straight in front of me was a mural, I think, that had various pictures of torture devises on it. Finally, since the wall the door was on had a black curtain covering the wall, the wall to the right was covered in a glow in the dark drawing of a vampire sucking the blood of a girl who looked to be about seventeen years old. On his bed were different outfits like a plain black shirt and some purple skinny jeans, a band t-shirt with some black skinny jeans, and a dark purple t-shirt with some regular black jeans.
"Your room is so cool! Just add a coffin and it would be so cool that even a nightclub filled with vampires wouldn't even be cool compared to this!"
"A coffin?" Jake asked with a smirk on his face.
"Well duh, coffins are awesome!" I yelled with excitement. What kind of guy would question how awesome a coffin is?
Jake pulled out what looked like to be a skeleton key and said, "A coffin, you said? Well let me show you something." He went to the blank wall and pulled up a black curtain filled with writings on it. It looked like stories and poems. "By the way, if I ever catch you reading these stories, I will personally torture you in the worst way possible," Jake said putting the key into a lock and twisting it. He opened a door to a dimly lit room that had a winding wooden staircase going down.
"Where does this lead?" I asked with curiosity seeping through my voice.
"Curiosity killed the cat," Jake muttered and I don't think I was supposed to hear it,but then he added, "It leads downstairs into a little space blocked off from the basement. The people who lived here before us used it for storage. One way in, one way out," He led me down the staircase until we entered a small space and on the middle was(OHMIGOSH!!!) a coffin! I was stunned speechless. "You wanted a coffin, there's a coffin," Jake said.
We went back upstairs and just as Jake was closing the door and locking it a siren went off and five seconds later, his mom was banging at his door and saying, "Jake, honey there's a big tornado heading this way!"
Jake calmly opened the door and said, "Chill Mom. It's probably not that big anyways."
"No it's not! It's already destroyed over two-hundred homes in this state alone! Oh, and Hazel, sweetie, I called your mom and both her and I agree it would be safer if you spent the night here. Just come downstairs you two and get some blankets and pillows and food and shelter with me and Ginger."
"It's not that big." Jake answered.
"You're to modest, that's one of the reasons I like you. You don't show off," I said matter of fact.
Jake blushed- he's so cute when he does that - and said,"Come on, I'll show you my room." Jake led me into the front door and down a pathway with several Van-Gough paintings lining the walls. Finally we came to a room with a black door that said "Open this door and it's your funeral." Jake opened it and said, "Welcome to my room."
He led me into a small room with black walls and a midnight purple ceiling, lit by a black light. On the wall to the left was posters of several bands from Good Charlotte to Slipknot. On the wall straight in front of me was a mural, I think, that had various pictures of torture devises on it. Finally, since the wall the door was on had a black curtain covering the wall, the wall to the right was covered in a glow in the dark drawing of a vampire sucking the blood of a girl who looked to be about seventeen years old. On his bed were different outfits like a plain black shirt and some purple skinny jeans, a band t-shirt with some black skinny jeans, and a dark purple t-shirt with some regular black jeans.
"Your room is so cool! Just add a coffin and it would be so cool that even a nightclub filled with vampires wouldn't even be cool compared to this!"
"A coffin?" Jake asked with a smirk on his face.
"Well duh, coffins are awesome!" I yelled with excitement. What kind of guy would question how awesome a coffin is?
Jake pulled out what looked like to be a skeleton key and said, "A coffin, you said? Well let me show you something." He went to the blank wall and pulled up a black curtain filled with writings on it. It looked like stories and poems. "By the way, if I ever catch you reading these stories, I will personally torture you in the worst way possible," Jake said putting the key into a lock and twisting it. He opened a door to a dimly lit room that had a winding wooden staircase going down.
"Where does this lead?" I asked with curiosity seeping through my voice.
"Curiosity killed the cat," Jake muttered and I don't think I was supposed to hear it,but then he added, "It leads downstairs into a little space blocked off from the basement. The people who lived here before us used it for storage. One way in, one way out," He led me down the staircase until we entered a small space and on the middle was(OHMIGOSH!!!) a coffin! I was stunned speechless. "You wanted a coffin, there's a coffin," Jake said.
We went back upstairs and just as Jake was closing the door and locking it a siren went off and five seconds later, his mom was banging at his door and saying, "Jake, honey there's a big tornado heading this way!"
Jake calmly opened the door and said, "Chill Mom. It's probably not that big anyways."
"No it's not! It's already destroyed over two-hundred homes in this state alone! Oh, and Hazel, sweetie, I called your mom and both her and I agree it would be safer if you spent the night here. Just come downstairs you two and get some blankets and pillows and food and shelter with me and Ginger."
A Mile In Your Shoes Part II
There was a quiet rustling as everyone got out the latest book out book club was reading called, Body Switch. Body switching was always something that fascinated me, and it was my turn to pick out the book we were going to read. It was actually pretty good.
"O.K., did everyone read Chapters 3-7?" Luna asked. Everyone nodded their heads.
"I thought it was a wasted effort when Trent started panicking after he found out he was in Harry's body. I mean they're best friends." Jake said.
"I agree," Mercury said. There are eight people in the book club: Me, Jake, Katana, Luna, Mercury, Alex, Frenchie, and Eric. "Also, I predict one of them is going to do something stupid," Mercury added shaking his dirty blond hair.
"Probably," Katana said. "Their guys, too. So chances are it would be something stupid physically. Which means that their going to do something to harm each others bodies." Then this huge discussion erupted that lasted all the way until 5:00 p.m. I never could understand what they were saying, though. I was too distracted by Jake's hotness. Then the bell rang that signaled, "get out of here or get locked in for the night".
After rushing out of the school I talked to Katana and Luna while Jake waited for his ride. "Jake is so into you!" Luna said.
"Totally," Katana added.
"So are you going to ask him out?" they both asked at the same time.
"Maybe," I said. "I don't know. I think he just likes me as a friend," I added.
"We could ask him our for you," Luna said. Katana nodded in agreement.
"I don't know. I'll get back to you." What will I ever tell them? What will I ever tell Jake? If he found out I was insanely in love with him he would avoid me for sure. I know for a fact he just likes me as a friend. What do I do, what do I do?
We continued talking for another fifteen minutes, but Jake's ride never showed. Out of boredom by nothing to talk about with Luna and Katana I walked over to Jake and said, "I don't think your ride's ever going to come. You can walk over to my house with me, Katana, and Luna, we're walking home together. They're spending the night tonight." I said fluttering my eyelashes.
"Thanks, but no thanks," Jake said. "I'm grounded. But you can come over to my place if you want." Jake added. "If my ride ever gets here." We both laughed at that.
"Sure," I said. Jake looked like he wanted to say more but then Luna and Katana ran up and pulled me by my arm away. "Ouch!" I yelled.
"OHMIGOSH! OHMIGOSH! OHMIGOSH!!!!" Luna squealed.
"Happy dance!" I shouted. We all held hand and jumped up and down.
Then when we stopped, Luna asked "Well what are we supposed to do while you're in flirt heaven with Jake?" Katana nodded.
Luna always acted as the spokesperson for Katana. I always preferred Katana over Luna. Katana listened, Luna was a loudmouth.
"I guess you can torture Randy. Little brothers are always a pain," I said absentmindedly.
Right as I said that a pale white minivan pulled into the school parking lot. I could hear the rancid music (if you could call it music) of the Jonas Brothers pouring out the open window. "You actually listen to this?" I asked in repulsiveness.
"Yes, I do listen to this but I don't like it. In fact, I hate it. My little sister, Ginger, loves it, though. I can't stand them. Their music makes me want to gag." Jake said getting into the car.
Jake's mom turned the music down and turned from the front seat to look at me, scrutinizing my Gothic ensemble.Once she was done inspecting me from my black and blue hair to my faded black Converse High Tops, she asked, "Jake, who's this?"
"This is Hazel, Mom. She's my friend from the book club. Is it okay if she stays at our house for a little while?"
"All right fine," Jake's mom said.
Once safely inside the car I sat in the back seat of the minivan with Jake. Just then, Ginger-I think- turned around from the front seat, took one look at me, and yelled at the top of her lungs, "Jake's got a girlfriend! Jake's got a girlfrien-"
"ENOUGH! QUIT IT GINGER!" Jake cut her off, screaming at the top of his lungs. Instead of replying, she just turned around-her face in a pout- and cranked the music up so loud I felt like I wanted to tear my ears off.
"O.K., did everyone read Chapters 3-7?" Luna asked. Everyone nodded their heads.
"I thought it was a wasted effort when Trent started panicking after he found out he was in Harry's body. I mean they're best friends." Jake said.
"I agree," Mercury said. There are eight people in the book club: Me, Jake, Katana, Luna, Mercury, Alex, Frenchie, and Eric. "Also, I predict one of them is going to do something stupid," Mercury added shaking his dirty blond hair.
"Probably," Katana said. "Their guys, too. So chances are it would be something stupid physically. Which means that their going to do something to harm each others bodies." Then this huge discussion erupted that lasted all the way until 5:00 p.m. I never could understand what they were saying, though. I was too distracted by Jake's hotness. Then the bell rang that signaled, "get out of here or get locked in for the night".
After rushing out of the school I talked to Katana and Luna while Jake waited for his ride. "Jake is so into you!" Luna said.
"Totally," Katana added.
"So are you going to ask him out?" they both asked at the same time.
"Maybe," I said. "I don't know. I think he just likes me as a friend," I added.
"We could ask him our for you," Luna said. Katana nodded in agreement.
"I don't know. I'll get back to you." What will I ever tell them? What will I ever tell Jake? If he found out I was insanely in love with him he would avoid me for sure. I know for a fact he just likes me as a friend. What do I do, what do I do?
We continued talking for another fifteen minutes, but Jake's ride never showed. Out of boredom by nothing to talk about with Luna and Katana I walked over to Jake and said, "I don't think your ride's ever going to come. You can walk over to my house with me, Katana, and Luna, we're walking home together. They're spending the night tonight." I said fluttering my eyelashes.
"Thanks, but no thanks," Jake said. "I'm grounded. But you can come over to my place if you want." Jake added. "If my ride ever gets here." We both laughed at that.
"Sure," I said. Jake looked like he wanted to say more but then Luna and Katana ran up and pulled me by my arm away. "Ouch!" I yelled.
"OHMIGOSH! OHMIGOSH! OHMIGOSH!!!!" Luna squealed.
"Happy dance!" I shouted. We all held hand and jumped up and down.
Then when we stopped, Luna asked "Well what are we supposed to do while you're in flirt heaven with Jake?" Katana nodded.
Luna always acted as the spokesperson for Katana. I always preferred Katana over Luna. Katana listened, Luna was a loudmouth.
"I guess you can torture Randy. Little brothers are always a pain," I said absentmindedly.
Right as I said that a pale white minivan pulled into the school parking lot. I could hear the rancid music (if you could call it music) of the Jonas Brothers pouring out the open window. "You actually listen to this?" I asked in repulsiveness.
"Yes, I do listen to this but I don't like it. In fact, I hate it. My little sister, Ginger, loves it, though. I can't stand them. Their music makes me want to gag." Jake said getting into the car.
Jake's mom turned the music down and turned from the front seat to look at me, scrutinizing my Gothic ensemble.Once she was done inspecting me from my black and blue hair to my faded black Converse High Tops, she asked, "Jake, who's this?"
"This is Hazel, Mom. She's my friend from the book club. Is it okay if she stays at our house for a little while?"
"All right fine," Jake's mom said.
Once safely inside the car I sat in the back seat of the minivan with Jake. Just then, Ginger-I think- turned around from the front seat, took one look at me, and yelled at the top of her lungs, "Jake's got a girlfriend! Jake's got a girlfrien-"
"ENOUGH! QUIT IT GINGER!" Jake cut her off, screaming at the top of his lungs. Instead of replying, she just turned around-her face in a pout- and cranked the music up so loud I felt like I wanted to tear my ears off.
A Mile In Your Shoes Part I
Usually, my life is a recurring pattern, but then there's the part in my life before I died. That part was something you don't usually forget. It just so happened my story ended up like this.
I trudged down the hall just like every other day. And also just like every other day, no one bothered staring at me anymore because they were used to my goth gear.
Every Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday I stayed after school for a book club.
My footsteps thudded down the nearly empty hall as almost all the students and teachers left the school to get out of the doom and gloom Monday atmosphere. How could I blame them?
At least I get to see Jake, I thought. Jake is my all time crush.
Oh, by the way my name is Hazel.
I turned into room 213 and spotted Jake sitting in his usual seat. I put my stuff down and tried to get comfy in my desk.
Jake has light brown hair, he's really tall, and he isn't exactly skinny but he's not fat either. Jake looked up at me (OMG!!!!!) and smiled a dazzling smile that kicked my heart into overdrive. Not knowing what to do, I just smiled, looked down, and blushed. "Saved you a seat," Jake said in a voice that sounded like melting honey. Quickly, I picked up my books and scurried over to the empty seat next to Jake and said, "Thanks."
We couldn't say much more after that because just then my two Gothic best friends Luna and Katana said, "All right everyone pick up your books."
I trudged down the hall just like every other day. And also just like every other day, no one bothered staring at me anymore because they were used to my goth gear.
Every Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday I stayed after school for a book club.
My footsteps thudded down the nearly empty hall as almost all the students and teachers left the school to get out of the doom and gloom Monday atmosphere. How could I blame them?
At least I get to see Jake, I thought. Jake is my all time crush.
Oh, by the way my name is Hazel.
I turned into room 213 and spotted Jake sitting in his usual seat. I put my stuff down and tried to get comfy in my desk.
Jake has light brown hair, he's really tall, and he isn't exactly skinny but he's not fat either. Jake looked up at me (OMG!!!!!) and smiled a dazzling smile that kicked my heart into overdrive. Not knowing what to do, I just smiled, looked down, and blushed. "Saved you a seat," Jake said in a voice that sounded like melting honey. Quickly, I picked up my books and scurried over to the empty seat next to Jake and said, "Thanks."
We couldn't say much more after that because just then my two Gothic best friends Luna and Katana said, "All right everyone pick up your books."
The Love of Market Boy Part V
Lysander continued visiting for many nights. We always kept it secret and I stopped pushing him out of the window. Most of the time we just laid on my bed and listened to the fairies outside. One night Lysander was up in my room telling me how he could no longer paint artwork. He said he could only paint pictures of sorrow and death before. Now, he can't even draw a broken heart without it looking misshapen. I heard a sudden crack as the door to my room slammed open. My father stood in the door way, fuming. He roared at me, "I knew you were with this boy! You were supposed to marry another, so you had to go and find a boy!"
Lysander stood up, kissed me right in front of my father, and threw himself out of the window.
Father growled at me. "Demetrius will know. He will be informed and you will marry him." He stalked out of my room. I thought of the future and right now, my outcomes didn't look so good. I crawled back into my bed, waiting for morning to come, fearing the worst.
Lysander stood up, kissed me right in front of my father, and threw himself out of the window.
Father growled at me. "Demetrius will know. He will be informed and you will marry him." He stalked out of my room. I thought of the future and right now, my outcomes didn't look so good. I crawled back into my bed, waiting for morning to come, fearing the worst.
The Love of Market Boy Part IV
I knocked on Helena's door the next night. She answered and said, "So how did you take well to being engaged to Demetrius?"
"Not so well. I can't see why you still love him. Even after he dumped you."
"Love happens I guess," she shrugged.
We kept talking about Demetrius until I told her I was going to marry another man. She took in a shocked gasp. I explained to her about how I met Lysander and what went on the night before. She swore she would not tell a soul and we dept talking like best friends do until we both fell asleep.
"Not so well. I can't see why you still love him. Even after he dumped you."
"Love happens I guess," she shrugged.
We kept talking about Demetrius until I told her I was going to marry another man. She took in a shocked gasp. I explained to her about how I met Lysander and what went on the night before. She swore she would not tell a soul and we dept talking like best friends do until we both fell asleep.
The Love of Market Boy Part III
I dressed for bed that night as I realized that tonight the boy would be coming. I cleaned up my room in an insane frenzy and went out on my front porch and waited for the moon to be highest in the sky.
As I waited, I began to think about the guy my father was forcing me to marry. Demetrius was stuffy; I didn't like stuffy guys. I liked immature yet overly mature guys. The kind of guy that knows when to be mature and when to be immature. I couldn't see what Helena saw in Demetrius. Demetrius was not only stuffy; he was arrogant, picky, two-faced, and if he didn't get what he wanted he would throw a fit like a two-year-old.
I debated the pros and cons of running away and not marrying Demetrius when I heard a voice in the dark say, "Hello? Beautiful girl? It's me. The boy from the market. I hope your here and I'm not making a fool of myself."
Happiness light up my face like a flash of long lasting lightning. He walked up onto the front porch. I closed the space inbetween us and hugged him, and he hugged me back. I didn't want to let go, but we had to go back inside because the cold was seeping through my clothes. We held hands and walked into the house. I didn't have to worry about Father because he was at a town meeting. I showed him my room and he went straight to my bed. I cuddled next to him and I felt his warm arms embrace me. Thinking about something that has been bothering my subconscious all day, I asked him, "Do you mind if you tell me your name? It's kind of confusing to be in love with someone and not know their name."
"Lysander. And you mind if you tell me yours?"
"Hermia. Lysander's a beautiful name. But I have to tell you something before we continue."
"What's that, love?"
"I'm engaged to a man named Demetrius and I'll be getting married soon."
"Well, somebody's going to have to do something about that," he said playfully.
We kept talking and cuddling until Father got home. I got all panicky about the idea of Father seeing Lysander in my room and ended up shoving Lysander out my window. I heard a muted thud when he hit the ground and someone whisper, "Uhh!" Thinking that Father heard him, I ran and jumped on my bed and pretended to be asleep. I realized something in that moment. I wouldn't mind being engaged to Lysander. I just didn't want to marry a guy I despised. It felt like the whole universe had shifted, but actually nothing had changed. The only thing that changed was me. I smiled to myself at the fact that I used to want to stay single, and now I couldn't live without Lysander. With that thought in my head, I drifted off to sleep.
As I waited, I began to think about the guy my father was forcing me to marry. Demetrius was stuffy; I didn't like stuffy guys. I liked immature yet overly mature guys. The kind of guy that knows when to be mature and when to be immature. I couldn't see what Helena saw in Demetrius. Demetrius was not only stuffy; he was arrogant, picky, two-faced, and if he didn't get what he wanted he would throw a fit like a two-year-old.
I debated the pros and cons of running away and not marrying Demetrius when I heard a voice in the dark say, "Hello? Beautiful girl? It's me. The boy from the market. I hope your here and I'm not making a fool of myself."
Happiness light up my face like a flash of long lasting lightning. He walked up onto the front porch. I closed the space inbetween us and hugged him, and he hugged me back. I didn't want to let go, but we had to go back inside because the cold was seeping through my clothes. We held hands and walked into the house. I didn't have to worry about Father because he was at a town meeting. I showed him my room and he went straight to my bed. I cuddled next to him and I felt his warm arms embrace me. Thinking about something that has been bothering my subconscious all day, I asked him, "Do you mind if you tell me your name? It's kind of confusing to be in love with someone and not know their name."
"Lysander. And you mind if you tell me yours?"
"Hermia. Lysander's a beautiful name. But I have to tell you something before we continue."
"What's that, love?"
"I'm engaged to a man named Demetrius and I'll be getting married soon."
"Well, somebody's going to have to do something about that," he said playfully.
We kept talking and cuddling until Father got home. I got all panicky about the idea of Father seeing Lysander in my room and ended up shoving Lysander out my window. I heard a muted thud when he hit the ground and someone whisper, "Uhh!" Thinking that Father heard him, I ran and jumped on my bed and pretended to be asleep. I realized something in that moment. I wouldn't mind being engaged to Lysander. I just didn't want to marry a guy I despised. It felt like the whole universe had shifted, but actually nothing had changed. The only thing that changed was me. I smiled to myself at the fact that I used to want to stay single, and now I couldn't live without Lysander. With that thought in my head, I drifted off to sleep.
The Love of Market Boy Part II
I was woken by a sudden squeal of a child about three. I assumed we were at the market because the cart stopped. My father opened the door and helped me climb out.
"I'm going to go get some horse food. You can look around as long as when I'm done shopping you come right back," My father told me sternly.
I nodded and walked off. I browsed many stores and most were basically the same. The store that really caught my attention had very beautiful paintings on display. I'm not talking about happy butterflies or cheerful daisies, either. These paintings were something I could relate to since they were ones of sorrow. There was one of a wilting black rose loosing its petals. Another one had a poison bottle spilled out on what looked to be a wooden floor and in the reflection of the poison liquid you could see a girl about my age laying peacefully on the ground.
I was marveling at the black rose and I was just about to run to Father and beg him for money so I could buy this wondrous painting when a very tall boy with blond hair and crystal blue looked at me from behind the painting and said, "This is one of my favorites. It must match your mood or your just trying to hide from someone because those are usually the only two reasons people come over here."
Stunned as I took in his marveling beauty, it felt like we were the only two people on earth. All I could manage at the moment was just a week nod and the words, "It matched my mood."
He walked out from behind the stand and said, "Of course it may be pretty, but that looks like a beheaded, deformed corpse compared to your beauty."
I blushed for two reasons. One was this marvelous human was talking to me, I think because I was the only person at his store. The second was from embarrassment. I probably looked like a deer in the way of a horse buggy. Looking into his endless eyes, I managed to stammer, "T-Thanks."
"Would you like to go out sometime?" he asked.
I nodded.
"Cool. Where do you live?"
"Over in the country. I'm the house with the huge lawn and a fat, lazy horse in the front," I explained.
He intertwined our hands and said, "I will be there tonight when the moon is at the highest point in the sky." He let go of my hands and instead cradled me in his long arms. Then he went back to holding my hands in his as he whispered, "Someone's coming."
He was right. I saw Father's plump figure stumbling into view. He spotted me and shouted, "There's my lovely daughter! What are you doing in the arms of a man?" I could tell he bought some alcohol like he most always does when we come to the market.
I groaned and said, "See you tonight," to the boy. I then yelled to my father, "I'm coming! Get the cab ready." He did as I told him and opened the door for me. I climbed in and saw the boy staring at me with longing in his eyes.
When we were back home, I said to Father, "I need some girl time. I'm spending the night with Helena tomorrow night." He agreed with no complaint. Father was probably just glad that Helena was an only child so I couldn't talk to a boy.
"I'm going to go get some horse food. You can look around as long as when I'm done shopping you come right back," My father told me sternly.
I nodded and walked off. I browsed many stores and most were basically the same. The store that really caught my attention had very beautiful paintings on display. I'm not talking about happy butterflies or cheerful daisies, either. These paintings were something I could relate to since they were ones of sorrow. There was one of a wilting black rose loosing its petals. Another one had a poison bottle spilled out on what looked to be a wooden floor and in the reflection of the poison liquid you could see a girl about my age laying peacefully on the ground.
I was marveling at the black rose and I was just about to run to Father and beg him for money so I could buy this wondrous painting when a very tall boy with blond hair and crystal blue looked at me from behind the painting and said, "This is one of my favorites. It must match your mood or your just trying to hide from someone because those are usually the only two reasons people come over here."
Stunned as I took in his marveling beauty, it felt like we were the only two people on earth. All I could manage at the moment was just a week nod and the words, "It matched my mood."
He walked out from behind the stand and said, "Of course it may be pretty, but that looks like a beheaded, deformed corpse compared to your beauty."
I blushed for two reasons. One was this marvelous human was talking to me, I think because I was the only person at his store. The second was from embarrassment. I probably looked like a deer in the way of a horse buggy. Looking into his endless eyes, I managed to stammer, "T-Thanks."
"Would you like to go out sometime?" he asked.
I nodded.
"Cool. Where do you live?"
"Over in the country. I'm the house with the huge lawn and a fat, lazy horse in the front," I explained.
He intertwined our hands and said, "I will be there tonight when the moon is at the highest point in the sky." He let go of my hands and instead cradled me in his long arms. Then he went back to holding my hands in his as he whispered, "Someone's coming."
He was right. I saw Father's plump figure stumbling into view. He spotted me and shouted, "There's my lovely daughter! What are you doing in the arms of a man?" I could tell he bought some alcohol like he most always does when we come to the market.
I groaned and said, "See you tonight," to the boy. I then yelled to my father, "I'm coming! Get the cab ready." He did as I told him and opened the door for me. I climbed in and saw the boy staring at me with longing in his eyes.
When we were back home, I said to Father, "I need some girl time. I'm spending the night with Helena tomorrow night." He agreed with no complaint. Father was probably just glad that Helena was an only child so I couldn't talk to a boy.
The Love of Market Boy
A prequel to A Midsummer Night's Dream. We had to write a prequel to a fairytale and/or folktale in English so here is part of it:
"I'm too young to be engaged!" I moaned into my pillow. I'm sixteen, not forty. Sure sixteen's a healthy age to be engaged in 1582 a.d., but I still wanted to be a kid a little longer. Plus, I don't even like Demetrius. Even worse, Demetrius is Helena's ex-boyfriend! Even the fairies that live in the forest near my house could not help me. Once my father has made up his mind, nothing can change it.
I was startled out of my moaning by a light tapping on my door. "Hermia, dear, we must go to the market now!" I heard the jolly voice of my father through my closed door.
"In a minute!" I yelled, getting out of my bed to put my makeup and corset on. I've kind of been crying, so my eyes were all red and puffy. After I made sure my corset was tight enough so I could barely breathe with a fluffy white dress over it, I opened the door and walked down the stairs only to have found the kitchen empty. I looked out the door and saw my father hitching the family horse onto the cart.
"Ah, there you are Hermia! Come on! We need to go to the market to get some more horse food," my father called across our huge lawn. I stared at my father and I remembered when we first moved in this home. My mother died when I was seven, so I kind of remembered her but not much. She died about a year after we bought this home from suffocation from her corset. Sometimes I wish she was still here because my best friend, Helena, isn't the understanding type.
"Yes Father," I picked up my ankle length dress up a little bit so I could walk. I made my way over to Father and he helped me into the cart. He climbed in the front and called the horse, and we were off. It took so long to get to the market that I fell asleep.
"I'm too young to be engaged!" I moaned into my pillow. I'm sixteen, not forty. Sure sixteen's a healthy age to be engaged in 1582 a.d., but I still wanted to be a kid a little longer. Plus, I don't even like Demetrius. Even worse, Demetrius is Helena's ex-boyfriend! Even the fairies that live in the forest near my house could not help me. Once my father has made up his mind, nothing can change it.
I was startled out of my moaning by a light tapping on my door. "Hermia, dear, we must go to the market now!" I heard the jolly voice of my father through my closed door.
"In a minute!" I yelled, getting out of my bed to put my makeup and corset on. I've kind of been crying, so my eyes were all red and puffy. After I made sure my corset was tight enough so I could barely breathe with a fluffy white dress over it, I opened the door and walked down the stairs only to have found the kitchen empty. I looked out the door and saw my father hitching the family horse onto the cart.
"Ah, there you are Hermia! Come on! We need to go to the market to get some more horse food," my father called across our huge lawn. I stared at my father and I remembered when we first moved in this home. My mother died when I was seven, so I kind of remembered her but not much. She died about a year after we bought this home from suffocation from her corset. Sometimes I wish she was still here because my best friend, Helena, isn't the understanding type.
"Yes Father," I picked up my ankle length dress up a little bit so I could walk. I made my way over to Father and he helped me into the cart. He climbed in the front and called the horse, and we were off. It took so long to get to the market that I fell asleep.
Scarlett: The Weirdest Color of Red
This is a very unique storie that I am still working on. Ask me if you want to see it. One reason is because it's on paper, the second is because it's kind of private and only certain people can see it.
Kylee's Online Journal
Sorry. This one is kind of private. If you want to veiw it, ask me and I might email it to you.
Tug-of-War
Tug-of-War
A poem about the love of two boys for one girl
Sometimes it seems like I'm playing tug-of-war,
only I'm the rope instead of one of the players.
One boy is pulling me in one direction.
One boy is pulling me in the other.
I like one and love the other.
But then the boy I liked almost died.
That showed me I would not always have the option.
If I wasn't selfish, I would pick one and stay friends with the other.
Sometimes I wish one would give up and let me choose the other one.
But there lies two problems with that wish.
First, whenever I think I have chosen one for good, the other starts pulling harder.
Second, I know that both sides will never give up.
As the game of tug-of-war continues,
I am slowly and painfully pulled apart until there is nothing left to pull.
A poem about the love of two boys for one girl
Sometimes it seems like I'm playing tug-of-war,
only I'm the rope instead of one of the players.
One boy is pulling me in one direction.
One boy is pulling me in the other.
I like one and love the other.
But then the boy I liked almost died.
That showed me I would not always have the option.
If I wasn't selfish, I would pick one and stay friends with the other.
Sometimes I wish one would give up and let me choose the other one.
But there lies two problems with that wish.
First, whenever I think I have chosen one for good, the other starts pulling harder.
Second, I know that both sides will never give up.
As the game of tug-of-war continues,
I am slowly and painfully pulled apart until there is nothing left to pull.
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