Freewrites

I often dream with a green city and spiders. It is so strange because my name in my dreams is Sundai and I like this guy named Cody. The laws in that city called donovantown are very strange and the richest people live on islands in the sky. There are robots that look just like humans. The caste system is like this: People with green eyes are the most powerful, blue eyes are next. At the very bottom, brown eyes are the robots, and hazel eyes are the poorest. In my dream i'm always the hazel eyed poor person. I discovered that that was the way everything used to be and everyone used to be happy but then everything changed and i don't know why... I don't know what to think, my dreams confuse me. And everyone thinks that robots don't have brains but they have hidden communities in which they meet when their owners send them to the grocery store. No one notices but me because i know that "robot" named Cody. But if anyone finds out they are going to execute me publicly in the middle of donovantown. This executions are actually fun, but not if it happens to me, so in my dreams i'm always tryig to hide from the city officials with Cody.

She stood there blaring her i-pod in the school hallway banging her head to the beats. Passing by students pointed, laughed, and stared at her and the looks stabbed her like knives. No one would understand. She put the volume higher and tossed her purple and pink highlighted hair aside. She stared at her worn out converses, her long side bangs shielding her face, she was crying. "Her outfit is so peculiar!" muttered a cheerleader passing by. Indeed Ashlin's outfit was a little weird. She wore a bright pink tutu with zebra print leggings, a neon green and black band tee shirt and knee-high black converses. She looked up and tossed her hair again and wiped the tears away. An arm wrapped around her, it was her rocker boyfriend who she had an up and down relationship with. He placed on an earphone and soon they were both head banging together.



~I know it sounds freakin' stupid.~

Personally I think Twilight is just a big old waste. I mean seriously, sparkly vampires? Vampires are a subject of Hell. Many of the "holy" people I know are now in love with vamps. I think it turns fans away from their religion. There is no such thing as a good vampire. Plus those girls that say, "OMG, I wish I was bitten" Well what if a vampire really did come over to your house? Would you really want to be bitten? To be lying there bleeding to your death on the floor? I didn't think so. Plus Bella just sets a bad example for all the little girls who read the book. I mean who goes up to a guy and starts unbottoning their shirt and trying to rip off their clothes in a teens/childrens book? That book belongs in the trash.

sometimes i really do wonder who i am... i have no clue what im doing after high school which is only a year away... sometimes it worries me... sometimes i wonder if i actually belong here. i have always ben the type of girl who doent really have a "group" or "posse" i have always been the one to create new styles and been the one who's name has been in everyones mouth. I always had been the one to stand out in a crowd. The one that doesnt care what anyone thinks of her. Yet deep inside she is screaming for someone to save her. save her from herself. from this life that she has no clue how to live. She doesnt know what to do to keep her mind off the things she wnts. she wants to be discovered. to be let out of her own greiving. to be the one who is understood by not only everyone around her but by herself also.

my name is bethany and i was only 10 years old when i
had my first kiss with this dream boy jordan he is so sweet but i had to move away with my family to canada
and that was it we never got to see each other again. but we finaly got in contact on facebook and he is so romantic im still in love with him but when your young and you have got no one to turn to with your private problems you never know what love is.....
so im guessing your wondering what has a 11 year old got to do on this website about love be he was a great boy, he gave me jewerly and even a young aged marrige ring so sweet..... so you think everything was goin perfect untin the school dance. so as i was waiting for him to ask me the moment comes, so i get m hair done my nailes done and a new dress with matchin shoes. so the night comes and here i am like a fool just waiting for him to come pick me up for the speacil night and i got stood up by the guy i loved he went with my friend to my heart was offacly
broken.....but all you guys are thinking what does she know about love its all in the heart........

He's going to call...

I've been telling myself that for almost two weeks now, constantly checking my phone to see if his name, his number, any sign of his existence was there at all.

It never is.

Its strange to think that we got as close as we did, all because of those few nights we shared. I feel like he's an extension of me as I am to him. I find myself wanting to be with him, wanting to get in my car and drive fourteen hours just to see him.

Where is he?

I wonder that a the time.

I wonder if he's okay, if his dad is treating him aright, if his brothers are being kind enough, if he's hurt, if he's doing good in school, if he's smiling without me, if he's with someone else.

God I miss him.

Maybe its because I think I love him...

Maybe I regret not saying something, but how crazy does that sound after just a week? How crazy does it sound to think that HEY maybe I have feelings for you?

Its weird...

I regret it though.

But...

He's going to call.

Did you ever see a purple rat prancing upon the floor of your livingroom? I actually believe that it is something which must be done to engage yourself! but on another note...............dogs are generally black and white/brown right??
Well what if your dog in a mixbreed and has 2 different colours? I mean, like, does that make him a halfcast?
Like there was a big problem with that craic in the USA like. And they were like, "Blacks get out you're nothing you can't marry us whites and make 'halfcast' babies"
I personally think it's disgusting. What an outragoes thing to say to somebody...
...Like if someone says to you, "EW omg your teeth are SO yellow/your hair is grose, etc"

Memories..... the word with many meanings.

When I think of memories, the first thing that comes to mind is the relationship I had with the first guy I fell in love with.
I think of how I never even thought of him as anything more than a friend. How I would always tease him and he'd tease me. We would basically tease each other, and let the other tease back.
When he asked me out, I was excited; nervous; so many things at once.
I remember how he'd kiss me in the marching band storage room at school. Or how he would tell me he loved me in every note, every word, every kiss or every hug.
I also remember the roadbumps we hit. And how it all ended sooner than it should've. But that was then....and this is now.....
He left me with just the memories we shared....and an aching broken heart.

I was 12, that is when my mom and dad both died. I was left almost abandonded until, alice found me on a bench on oak street crying. "This shouldn't happen to me im a little girl i dont understand, why did they leave me. Why"? tears still ran down my ice chilled cheeks as alice picks me up off the bench and carries me to the front of the car. The cry turned to a sob. I wanted to hold my moms hand, hug her, but she was'nt here anymore. As the street light flickered, alice and i drive, we drive for a long time. Soon we arrived at a house, ran down and ready to collapse, the sudden thought of my home popped into my head. I missed waking up to a kiss on my forehead... Alice opened my door and took my hand, i got a sudden chill. She had nothing, no husband or family either. We are somewhat alike, that is from what i could tell. She opened the front door and directed me down the hall to a rooom with pink chipped paint. "This was my daughters room beofre......" sorry i do not want you to bother about my problems. Here you must be starving. "yes" i murmmered in a sigh. I couln't comprehend the fact that i had no family, it was to much. I have lost myself. Where do i stand now.....

tears poured down my face and my mouth was open in an eternal silent scream , what was happening?
His face was discontorted with rage.
was this the true dark secret behind the magic of love?
his grip tightened on my wrist and he grabbed my hair in his other hand.
I froze my frantic struggles and stood still.
With a malicious chuckle he looked into my eyes and snarled , "you should have listened babe."
With that he slammed my head into the floor beneath me. As my head hit and I was filled with the idea of pain , memories began flooding my mind .
They ran through quickly , slowing down as they became more recent , until they stopped at the most recent one.
*Jimmy sniffing my hair with a smile which quickly became a snarl . 'you used the wrong shampoo bitch.'*
After all the fights we'd had , after all of the black eyes I had covered up and after all the stories I had invented , now was the final straw.
I was going to leave him..I had to..
I looked up , and saw a kind caring face covered in tears whispering , "baby I love you.Please forgive me..If I can't be with you I will die...."