It was three o’clock on a Friday and the bell had finally rung for school to be out for the weekend. I hurriedly shoved my books in my book bag and headed for the door ready to be out of school.
“Oh wait, Alisa could you come here for a quick second,” my English teacher, Mrs. Thompson asked. I turned around wishing I could be out this school. She was a very tall and light skinned lady, in her mid-thirties. She had long stringy black hair and big brown eyes. You would probably think she was a retired model. I quickly went to her desk trying not to seem I was rushing her.
“Um I just wanted you to know that I read your essay over George Washington and you’ve really gotten better with your writing. I want you to keep up the good work, “she said.
“Thank you and I will,” I laughed.
“Ok, see you tomorrow”
“Ok, bye Mrs. Thompson.”
I left out the class room and started on my way home. The walk from Hillson High school was not a very long walk at all. It probably was ten minutes at the most. It was a pretty warm day in April. A nice to day to have a picnic or something. Thinking about picnics reminded me of the time Mom and one of her old boyfriends took us on a picnic. Mom has had many boyfriends in her life. Too many to count. She always says one day she’ll find the right person for her. That one day seems like never.
We lived in a pretty nice neighborhood. Not too much crime and the houses were fairly new. I finally came up to our two story house. It was the white picket fence dream house every woman wanted for her family. It was all brick and had red shutters and a red door, green bushy grass and a big oak tree on each side of the yard. Mom always made sure the house was nicely taken cared of since dad wasn’t around anymore to take care of it.
I walked in the house to find mom in a nice silky looking black dress. She looked like she was rushing to find her other earring. I threw my book bag on the couch.
“And where are you off to at three o’clock. I thought the dating hour was six,” I jokingly said.
“And Hi to you too,” she responded. I sat on the couch and waited for an answer.
“Well I’m actually going on a date with a guy named Jared. He’s one of my co-workers at the company and, I really think he’s the one”
“He’s the one just like Chris, David, Ben, oh and that other guy who smelled like shaving cream, Jeff”
“Well that was just a misunderstanding” Mom stood in the entry hall mirror fixing and puffing up her hair. She applied more mascara and eye liner.
“And what am I supposed to eat while you gone?” I asked.
“There’s chicken and rice on the stove.” Mom walked around the den.
“I know im forgetting something.”
I thought along with her. “Your purse,” I said
“Yes! Good thinking.” Mom rushed upstairs. I thought to myself what is she getting her self into? The front door rung.
“Could you get that honey, I think that’s Jared,” Mom hollered from upstairs.
“I guess that’s prince charming,” I said to myself. I went and opened the door.
“Oh wait, Alisa could you come here for a quick second,” my English teacher, Mrs. Thompson asked. I turned around wishing I could be out this school. She was a very tall and light skinned lady, in her mid-thirties. She had long stringy black hair and big brown eyes. You would probably think she was a retired model. I quickly went to her desk trying not to seem I was rushing her.
“Um I just wanted you to know that I read your essay over George Washington and you’ve really gotten better with your writing. I want you to keep up the good work, “she said.
“Thank you and I will,” I laughed.
“Ok, see you tomorrow”
“Ok, bye Mrs. Thompson.”
I left out the class room and started on my way home. The walk from Hillson High school was not a very long walk at all. It probably was ten minutes at the most. It was a pretty warm day in April. A nice to day to have a picnic or something. Thinking about picnics reminded me of the time Mom and one of her old boyfriends took us on a picnic. Mom has had many boyfriends in her life. Too many to count. She always says one day she’ll find the right person for her. That one day seems like never.
We lived in a pretty nice neighborhood. Not too much crime and the houses were fairly new. I finally came up to our two story house. It was the white picket fence dream house every woman wanted for her family. It was all brick and had red shutters and a red door, green bushy grass and a big oak tree on each side of the yard. Mom always made sure the house was nicely taken cared of since dad wasn’t around anymore to take care of it.
I walked in the house to find mom in a nice silky looking black dress. She looked like she was rushing to find her other earring. I threw my book bag on the couch.
“And where are you off to at three o’clock. I thought the dating hour was six,” I jokingly said.
“And Hi to you too,” she responded. I sat on the couch and waited for an answer.
“Well I’m actually going on a date with a guy named Jared. He’s one of my co-workers at the company and, I really think he’s the one”
“He’s the one just like Chris, David, Ben, oh and that other guy who smelled like shaving cream, Jeff”
“Well that was just a misunderstanding” Mom stood in the entry hall mirror fixing and puffing up her hair. She applied more mascara and eye liner.
“And what am I supposed to eat while you gone?” I asked.
“There’s chicken and rice on the stove.” Mom walked around the den.
“I know im forgetting something.”
I thought along with her. “Your purse,” I said
“Yes! Good thinking.” Mom rushed upstairs. I thought to myself what is she getting her self into? The front door rung.
“Could you get that honey, I think that’s Jared,” Mom hollered from upstairs.
“I guess that’s prince charming,” I said to myself. I went and opened the door.
Memories,
Confusion,
So many thoughts,
The end is near,
The darkness coming,
Now its here,
The show is over,
The lights are off,
We now say goodnight,
Goodbye,
As we begin 2 open the new chapter
It hurts at first,
Will the changes be extreme?
Please, just tell me,
This was only a dream,
I want to go back,
To relive this again,
This high point in life,
It can't end.
The stage lights dimmed,
The leaving spoke,
With happy faces on,
But tears in their eyes,
This show is over,
Now go home.
Confusion,
So many thoughts,
The end is near,
The darkness coming,
Now its here,
The show is over,
The lights are off,
We now say goodnight,
Goodbye,
As we begin 2 open the new chapter
It hurts at first,
Will the changes be extreme?
Please, just tell me,
This was only a dream,
I want to go back,
To relive this again,
This high point in life,
It can't end.
The stage lights dimmed,
The leaving spoke,
With happy faces on,
But tears in their eyes,
This show is over,
Now go home.
She fell to the floor and wept, and the jar shook
The day ended on a cold note for the cold night
He had her heart sealed in a jar, fragile and trapped
Until he had his moment and let go
With little strength, she had saved it and ran
She had ran until the darkness was unbearable,
As she wept, the jar shivered in her arms
Her dark blue eyes were drenched
And her mind was a dark, narrow corridor.
Her heat prolonged in entrapment,
Torturing her unknowingly with each eternity-like moment.
Finally, she ceased her overwhelming emotions,
Now silent and pondering
Distracted, the jar fell, and shattered at her feet
He’s gone. He’s gone! The words danced in her mind.
Her heart was free, and she was free
She got to her feet, no longer stumbling
And the shattered jar crunched under her feet
There was no more pain.
~~~~~~~~
...Yeah, I know it kinda sucks. Like I said, first attempt. :/
The day ended on a cold note for the cold night
He had her heart sealed in a jar, fragile and trapped
Until he had his moment and let go
With little strength, she had saved it and ran
She had ran until the darkness was unbearable,
As she wept, the jar shivered in her arms
Her dark blue eyes were drenched
And her mind was a dark, narrow corridor.
Her heat prolonged in entrapment,
Torturing her unknowingly with each eternity-like moment.
Finally, she ceased her overwhelming emotions,
Now silent and pondering
Distracted, the jar fell, and shattered at her feet
He’s gone. He’s gone! The words danced in her mind.
Her heart was free, and she was free
She got to her feet, no longer stumbling
And the shattered jar crunched under her feet
There was no more pain.
~~~~~~~~
...Yeah, I know it kinda sucks. Like I said, first attempt. :/
Ok, so I just want to write a little summary to my story that I want to write called A Place of Our Own I'm basically writing this to see if people will like it, and if they do, I'll write more. :)
So anyways, it's about a Hollie, 17 year old girl who has an alcoholic mother and a step father who abuses her as well as her 12 year old sister, Amy. Hollie's been in a 3 year on/off relationship with a heroin addicted boyfriend, Danny. When a close call puts Danny in the hospital, he promises Hollie that he'll quit and they'll find a better life. This causes Hollie to realize that she needs to leave home and find help herself.
So yeah, if you liked this, please comment and there WILL be more. Thanks. :)
So anyways, it's about a Hollie, 17 year old girl who has an alcoholic mother and a step father who abuses her as well as her 12 year old sister, Amy. Hollie's been in a 3 year on/off relationship with a heroin addicted boyfriend, Danny. When a close call puts Danny in the hospital, he promises Hollie that he'll quit and they'll find a better life. This causes Hollie to realize that she needs to leave home and find help herself.
So yeah, if you liked this, please comment and there WILL be more. Thanks. :)