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Morning as UsualI go to my closet and my drawers
what do I wear today?
aha! here we are!
I pull out a folded purple shirt
with arm-warmer sleeves and a skull on the front
and my canyon river jeans
with the brown, white, and red paint
I take the jeans by the waist
they fall, unfolding in front of me
I can already feel the familiar comfort
as I begin to pull them on
I take the shirt by the shoulders
it too unfolds from my hands
I put my straps on my shoulders
since the neck is a wide cut
I walk to the bathroom
and I take my ponytail out
I run my favorite brush through my hair
and put my hair into it's side-thrown bob
I already have on socks
my comfortable shoes sliding on easily
I grab my unzipperable jacket
I clip my house key to my belt loop
I leave the house as quietly as possible
to avoid disturbing the parents' sleep
I walk to the stop
and I get on, to whatever that day will give me.
RobberyI rest my head, cheek against knuckle
elbow upon the cool table
the cursed school clock seeming to slow
rather drastically with every passing second
I allow my mind to wander aimlessly
and my senses dim as I escape into my thoughts
I am deep within my mind when
I'm pulled sharply back to reality by the sight of him
He has eyes of black
hair almost matching
his black tee
and plainly loved jeans
And my eyes are drawn to him
I will myself to not stare
at the wonder I see before me
but my eyes won't wander
I struggle with myself
over the span of a second
I thought this was over
this crazy feeling
this emotion had caused me much trouble
much trouble I had thought had past
but no, it came back with a glance
at him, the one I'd seen, yet not
And I realize he sees me seeing him
I can only imagine what he see on my face
I feel my cheeks grow hot
my ears and forehead as well
I turn my head, hoping he didn't notice
but knowing him, he couldn't have missed it
I steal another look at him
and he had
BacktalkBoys, theatre, choir, band
for me these things go hand in hand.
sleep, school, eat, talk
I just need to learn to walk.
Running here, running there
solving problems everywhere.
be they math or be they sci.
the hardest to answer are the love ones I find.
I get things done, I procrastinate
I think I'll go to bed, it's late.
but no sleep for me, oh no, not now.
they have more problems, but how, how?
The boys show no interest,
the actors are late,
the altos can't sing,
and we can't find the base!
Go talk to the boys,
go find them yourself,
we just can't project,
did you check on the shelf?
They're all around me,
all through the school
they just want my answers
and I say, not cool!
Did you check in the atlas?
did you look in room 8?
I'll give her the note,
if you give me a BREAK.
Boys, theatre, choir, band.
all these things go hand in hand.
what that you say? they just won't hold hands?
Well you know what? Too bad, because I say they can.
Boys, band, choir, theatre,
Band, boys, theatre, choi
I write what I can't say...Reaching out for him
I reach over the bookbag
and over his surprised hands
and I reach his skin
I intend to go for the standard
the back of his neck, squeeze slightly
pinch, twist, nails gone
bitten to the quick, they do nothing
intentions go wrong
hands touch the front first
his neck I hold
with two hands I grasp
I move my hands
to les threatening sides
of his neck
I feel his veins, tendons, tense, throbbing
I begin to squeeze
and just for a moment
I realize "oh crap"
I'm trying to strangle
the one kid who knows me
the one who I've adopted
as my own little brother
I'm in a position of killing
And I realize
as I let him quickly escape my hands
I harm him
I degrade him to pet status
to the size of an ant
when in reality
I need him to keep me sane, intact
he drives me crazy
annoying, whiney, weak skinned
but he's the one who I can say
"Calculator? Please?" with nice responses
I can say to him
"Pencil or Pen? Please?"
and I've got one in my hand
just a moment later
One Fateful May....one is excluded
they are both alone in their demises
she is not completely forgiven
but things are looking up for her
and now trouble brews between another pair
one is green
the other is pale
the boyfriend of one pays much attention to another
the other isn't exactly sad about it
and the one hasn't a clue
two sing of each other
they have joined two more
four are of many
and joy radiates
while two sing of each other
and two others are the same
one looks at another
though one is cut off by three from one
one was discarded by two for two
the one missed the chance
and finally notices the discarders
the month is unfriendly
the tempers flare
leaving two in tears
and all in shock
all finally seems normal
but one argues with the pet
and the caretaker has had enough
after many demises
things have softened
but all is tense as the heat sets in
A Werecat's Tale, Chap. 2We arrive at Chatterwoods house, and I tense my muscles for the jump over his high fence, when Swiftpaw stops me with a gesture of his tail. He looks at the fence for a moment, looking for something. Then he walks over to a knothole in the wood about three feet up. Swiftpaw puts his front paws on the fence, allowing him to look through the small opening in the wood. I watch him as he stares intently at whatever is happening in the yard, then I give him a nudge, gesturing to move over. He watches for a moment longer, then moves away so I can put my eye to the hole. I watch an interesting scene play out on the other side of the fence.
Chatterwood is curled up on the grass under his dads hammock, but there is another cat, a black she-cat, with him. Theyre talking, and from the tone of their voices, its a serious topic. From the fence I cant hear the exact words, though, but when the she-cat swats playfully at Chatterwoodss face he responds with a swipe
Steep I stand in the meadow, high in the mountains. An eagle circles above my head. I do a short, sharp whistle and raise my hand to the sky, and the eagle swoops down and lands on my upraised arm. "That's a girl, Steep." I say affectionately as I stroke her head.
Suddenly, a bang echoes from somewhere in the mountain range. I easily recognize the noise as a shotgun blast, since it was primetime for hunters this time of year. I toss Steep back into the air and tell her "Go home, stay low." She imediately climbs into the air, then swoops down low and heads to the edge of the meadow, where she disappears into the trees. Confident that she would get home safely, I then head off in the direction where the gun had gone off, with the full intent of giving some hunters a good scare.
There were many legends of the mountains, many of which included beasts thrice the size of two-story houses. I knew that these tales were pure fiction, yet many hike
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