Friday, July 22, 2011

Yearbook


I pick up my high school yearbook. It’s a blue hardbound book. Nothing more. Each person inside is a character. Some are main characters and some supporting, but they all feel. And they all develop. They are all their own main character, each with a story of their own.

Kate is the soccer star, but nobody understands her. They think she is self-centered, cares only about herself.  Thinks soccer is more important than anything else. All she wants are true friends.

Cass is the weird one. She is outgoing and not afraid to express herself. She wears a different crazy outfit every day. The popular girls shun her, but they don’t know that she has friends she trusts and loves.

Evan loves Emily, he has since the fifth grade, but she’s way out of his league.

Emily is popular, and hot, but she’s always felt something is missing.

John is a bully, and his mom has cancer. There’s a reason he calls Jake emo.

Jake wears all black and dyed his hair. His hood is always over his head, but he’s just interested in the culture.

Jessica is a party animal. She needs the alcohol after her best friend killed herself.

Adam is gay. But he’s afraid of his feelings. It’s not until college that he comes out.

Brittney stays up every night, crying for the sister she never had.

I am a writer. I tell their stories. 

Saturday, July 16, 2011

I'm back!

Hey guys! For any of you readers, regular or otherwise, I appreciate your patience with me. I've been away with no internet for the past couple of weeks and even before then I haven't been very good about updating. I'm writing more now, so I hope that I can post more often. Bear with me and I'll make it worth your while! Until then, enjoy what I have to offer!

P.S. I'm all about interdependence so if you have a blog you want me to check out I'll support yours in support of mine. Thanks :)

Last Words

Even with the rain stinging her face as she clung to the pole for dear life, she looked beautiful. Her eyes were tightly closed and her red hair was whipping behind her. I wasn't doing too much better myself. I stood at the light post next to hers, across the street. The wind was strong enough that if I tried to cross over to her I would've been blown away. She yelled something, but I couldn't tell what. The wind whipped away everything but my name Evan! I gazed at her with sad eyes, dreading what I had to do next. "I love you!" I screamed as I let go of the pole and the wind pushed me towards the monster that had been giving me nightmares for the past 3 years. I can only pray that she heard. 

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Seniors

I wrote this for all the seniors who are graduating, you have no idea how much you can mean to the freshman. Be yourselves and you will inspire. (This is in need of some editing)


Senior,

Before you leave for college I wanted to thank you. You probably have no idea who I am, or maybe you think of me as that weird girl who joined chorus a couple of weeks earlier, and either way I know that I am no more than just a blip in your conscious (if even that). But although you may not know who I am, I know who you are. You are the boy that can sing like an angel, who leaves all his doubts behind when he is on stage, who can communicate emotion through gesture and tone that I can only ever dream of. And you are the boy who inspired me to be the weird girl at chorus, to cast aside my fears and doubts and open my heart to music. I wanted to thank you for that. I know you are destined for great things and wanted to thank you for being a part of my life. After seeing you in the school musical, I realized that my dreams are possible, all I had to do was push my shyness back for a couple of precious minutes to create a progressive reality for myself. Because of the wonderful job you did in that play (of which I own the CD) I was able to talk to the chorus director about letting me sign up without an introductory class mandatory for all freshman. Because of your inspiration I was able to create an opportunity to prove myself, an opportunity to create my own reality and make my dreams come true. Despite never having had a conversation with you, you have changed my life. Thank you for being the wonderful, talented person you are and I wish you luck at college!

                                                            With utmost gratitude,
                                                                        The weird girl at chorus

And Still He Said...


And still he said:

I love you

I love you

I love you.

Shut Up! I yelled

I ordered him back to his grave.

He stood straight and tall,

His body challenging my determination

But his ebony eyes betrayed his hurt.

I met his gaze, as much as I wanted to look away.
           
Finally his eyes dropped and he walked towards the door.

But before he left, he looked at me, his eyes piercing my soul and said:

I love you

I love you

I love you.

I turned away,

I couldn’t handle his gaze,

But,

He’s the blood-sucking monster,

So why am I the heartless one?

Saturday, May 14, 2011

End-of-the-World Switch

"Some humans would do anything to see if it was possible to do it. If you put a large switch in a cave somewhere, with a sign on it saying 'End-of-the-World Switch. PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH', the paint wouldn't even have time to dry"

-Terry Pratchet