Didn't Want to See Him

Sitting in a serene manner in the principals office waiting patiantly for the principal to come out and see me. You would think I would be tremulus, but I'm not beacuse I didn't write "F*** you" on the wall; besides, I was only ten years old. As I waited for Mrs. Simmons, the door opened next to me. A guy with some stupid looking red hat just came in with practicly his whole inventry in some expensive looking suitcase. I thought I knew this guy, yes, yes I did. Holden Caulfield, Phoebe Caulfield's dispicable brother. Oh how I abhor that guy; well, everyone does really. Unlike his affable sister, he is always so despondant. Well atleast what I've seen of him. Phoebe says he used to have a joyful disposition. It's even hard to tell that he is related to such a sage like her, but yet, they seem to simulate one another in a way.
So yeah, when he came in, I could tell he was dehydrated by his dry lips and abnormal his pale-green skin. I also noticed some abration on his clothes and on the side of his mouth. The clothing was clad in dirt and dty blood. He looked like he was in so much pain that it was excrusiating to watch. I actually had pitty for him, but just for that concise momment. It almost evoked me to ask if he was okay and offer him a seat next to me to talk about what was going on with him without him even trying. It was almost as if he had gone through a couple of turbulant weeks. He pretty much could surcomb any momment now, but he didn't. Well I know that I be resiliant to whatever had happend to him. Suddenly he looked over to me.
"Hey, may I sit next to you?" he asked. Oh great.
"Sure", I answerd. Well it's not like I'm going to rebuff someone for sitting down, so he sat down. He then started this useless tirade about some guy named Akley and this girl named Jane. Wow, that was interminable.

Catcher in a Rye Poem

He hates this
He hates that.
This person is a phony,
so is that other person.
Rich people are crooks,
but he bathes in money.
Poor people are losers,
but the person
he trusts the most
doesn't have
much dough.
Girls are the only thing
even though
he can't see any.
Life is a game
for others,
not him.
Good-bye
Good-riddance
not so
Good times
in Pency.
Everyone's a phony,
as well as him.

Walk to Remember
Nicholas Sparks’s romantic novel takes place in Beaufort, North Carolina in 1958. The protagonist, Landon, is a rebel raised mostly by his mother because his father was never around and always working. Even though Landon was a religious guy, he always broke the rules, mocked the minister, and insulted his daughter, Jamie, because of her maturity. But suddenly, Landon starts to notice Jamie because of her physical changes, which surprised him.
They start to develop a friendship with each other, but at the same time Landon’s friends tease him saying they are a couple, and that makes him slow down the process of Jamie and Landon’s growth in the friendship. When the schools play began, Landon agreed to join the play for Jamie. He did it even though he didn’t want to because Jamie had done so much for him and others, making him want to be able to thank her. When the day of the play arrived and Landon sees Jamie like he’s never seen her before making him like her even more. Landon falls in love with the girl he thought he’d never fall in love with, Jamie, but then he finds out the horrible news that permanently breaks his heart, as well as the hearts of the other people in the town.
A Walk to Remember is an inspiring but heart breaking novel that catches your eye from the first pages because of the beautiful and descriptive way the author writes. The emotions of the book are very impacting that you will even feel like you where Landon when he was upset, worried, happy, in love and truly heart broken. At the beginning my thoughts about Landon where horrible, but as Jamie and Landon’s friendship grows stronger, you can truly see the difference in Landon’s attitude. You will see how much he matures into a great person. The issue of the story will make you cry of happiness and sadness, but at the end you will always end up with a smile. This book I recommend for girls mostly because of all the drama and romance going on at the same time.

smilies :D

Don't you just hate the smilies that people send you on chat, and that they send you one after every sentence? Well I don't; I'm actually one of the people who can't stop sending those smilies. I don't know why, it's probably to show people my emotions after every single sentence or because it's just a habit, and if it is a habit, then it's as much as a habit as putting a space after every word.I really don't know.
No one really has told me that I use to much smilies, but I've figured it out on my own by looking at what I have written in a conversation so far, and I see that after all my sentences, I put one. If it actually annoys you, then tell me, and I'll try to stop it.

Answerd Question (Slice of Life)

Okay people, I know I shouldn't tell you this, but someone told methe answer to what I've been wondwering since the begining of school; why(lets just call him Bob) came to this school, but sh... don't tell anyone.
The lights of the car took away the darkness from the basketball field as Elle, Elle's dad, Dany, Eduardo(not the one you know, another one) and I practiced our one handed shots. Everyone could make it in except for me. It was probably my high-heal shoes that made me bad. I usually do well in sports when I try, and I was trying. I looked like a fool compared with Elle's dad making one handers with his back facing the basket. It seemed like breathing when he did it.
Eduardo suddenly apeard next to me, and a question that has been wondering in my mind for about three months already, slipped out of my mouth.
"Hey Eduardo, I have a question," I said kindly.
"Alright," he said.
"Why did 'Bob' and his brother go to Balboa?" I asked curiously.
"Oh, haha. It's that 'Bob's' brother stole a teachers car!" he answerd hapidly. Really, thats what happend? Wow thats pure gold! I couldn't belive it!

One or Two

One
A pair of eyes
younger than mine,
but I don't care.
Beautiful,
like clear waters
crashing
into the shore.
Waiting
for his arms,
to encompass my shoulders
once again

Two
Another pir of eyes
similar,
but these
are simply
one year older.
Allowed
This guy
looks at me
smiling
with thin lips.
A smile I know,
inocent,
like an angle.
He makes me laugh,
makes my heart pund,
but sometimes
the heart whants
what is forbiden,
or does it?

Letter to Fame

Sara Moreno
182 main street
Sara Land
September 8, 2010

Dear Kalamamba Malambunjimba,
I hope you are doing great this fine afternoon. I also hope that you received my anthology so that you could help me realise my new album. Yes it's different from the first one, I modified it.
Well the reson why I want you to be such a success with my music is not only because I want to be encompassed by anonymous people, but because I am just in love with music and I wish that music would be one of the only things in my life. I would also love it if generations from now people will recognise my name for the inspiring music I wrote.
Your friend,
Sara Moreno

Insporation

Reading those speechless words from that book that described the perfect man, Edward, but unfortunately, he's a myth. How Stephanie Meyer describes those beautiful hazel eyes that change color with depending on how hungry he is. How she describes the most amazing smile. How she describes the perfectly smooth ice cold pale skin that will sparkle like a diamond in the sun. How she describes that Edward is not like the other guys; he will do anything for his true love, even take his own life away for her, how I wish I was his true love, but when I truly fell in love with this mystical man was when she described how beautifully he played the most pure, complete and amazing instrument, the piano.
Before I started reading Twilight, I only played the guitar, but after I read it I not only fell in love with Edward, but also with the sound of the piano. For months the only thing I did was listen to piano songs on YouTube. So my inspiration for playing the piano is Edward Cullen even though he is a myth.

I Still Love Him

The sound of the rocks of the worn out street crackled under my converse while I headed to my grandmas house. I walked parallel to the gate of her house, and I could see the vet carefully taking the stitches off Chula's (one of my grandparent three dogs) back. I put my hand between two of the bars of the gates door and opened the lock. As I was walked in my grandparents property, the other two dogs encompassed me wagging their tails and placing their heads under my hand begging for me to pet them. I gently started petting Kandie's (the youngest of all dogs) golden, healthy, shiny, beautiful fur. I couldn't believe I gave her back. Cookie (the oldest dog) gently nudged Kandie's head out from under my hand so I could pet her instead of Kandie. Her rough, old, white fur passed from under my palm. I then put my hand next to my body again still having the soft feeling of Kandie's fur under my fingers.
I started to walk towards the stairs and the vet held Chula right next to them, and my grandpa sat on Chula's other side watching me with welcoming eyes. As I approached the stairs, that black, usually vicious, muscular lab started showing her teeth ant me, or I thought it was me, and stood on two legs, while the vet held her back with one arm and it the other he held something that looked sort of like a scaple. No! Chula has to calm down or she might get hurt!
"Chula, it's its me, it's me!" I exclaimed at her with a sweet voice that I always use to her so she could recognise that it was me.
The other two dogs also started barking as if they had seen a cat. At that moment I new it wasn't me.
"Sara! My dogs are going to munch up you dog! Get him out of here!" My grandpa's welcoming face erased it self and turned into that furious expression I always hated that showed if I don't do anything about it something will terribly go wrong. His voice trembled under that fury. I quickly turned around and spotted my ugly small mutt just standing there staring right at the eyes of the three angry dogs that are probably like ten times larger than Rocky.
I sighed, rolled my eyes, whispered under my breath, "stupid mutt, how does he always escape?" and walked out of my grandparents property.
As I started to get closer and closer to Rocky with my fingers curled up into a tight fist. His young eyes then caught my glance of anger. This has been my normal disposition sense he started to actually have his own decisions. (A.K.A. when he stopped being a puppy) He started to slowly walk away, then ran towards the middle of the road. My eyes widened as I quickly ran behind him risking myself not even noticing that my grandparents dogs where already calm and the cars that where harshly stopping inches away from Rocky and me. He stopped running and stood still right in front of a red car that beeped at me continuously. His short tail wagged back and forth. He just wanted to play! That stupid dog! My voice started to harshly curse at the thing that had no clue about anything but marking his own property. I leaned down to pick him up and heard whistles probably from those stupid perverted workers. I turned to look at them with eyes that said" shut up!", but when I turned back to look at rocky, he was taking off towards my house.
I carried Rockie in my arms walking him back to the house, I could feel his sorry little puppy-dog eyes piercing my face. I couldn't help it any longer, so I looked him back in the eye. I saw the only beautiful part of him, his light brown eyes that I had fallen in love with when he was just a little puppy. I had first seen him and I knew he was the right one. Even though he is disobedient, ugly, dirty and filled with I don't know what, I still loved him and wont know what to do if anything happened to him.

hall way

Surrounded by friends and others that I don't really talk to trying to open my locker. Spinning it one, two then three times. Why can't I open it this time? I turn around flickering my eyes on two people. They both put their arms around each other making the sweetest most adorable hug ever. A smile grows on my face. I'm so happy for them, but if only I could be in the same situation. My smile slowly fades away. I start to wonder my eyes to my other surrounding, but then my glance stops. I see someone approaching from the corner of the hall. My eyes locked on his amazing look that brightens everything around him with those gorgeous blue-green eyes. I start to blush, but quickly turn back to try to open my locker. Why him?

confesion

1. I decide I first wanted to learn to play piano because I read Twilight obviously fell in love with Edward and the way he plays.

2. When I'm bored, I think about my future, and what I would like to happen.

3. I'm probably one of the only girls in the grade who hasn't drank or even taken a sip of alcohol except for when I'm in church and take the wine.

4. When I was little I used to think that dolphins where a myth.

5. I used to cry when my mom made me read and now I read for fun.

6. Most of the songs I write are for a celebrity. (Robert Pattinson)

7. I'm actually glad that Mrs. Meadows's class is longer while the rest are complaining of how long it is.

8. I'm used to hearing " Your brother is so hot." and it's sort of annoying.

I wake up to horrible mornings

Because it's seven therty
and everything
I would take it badly
but the worst part is
that the first thing
I see in the morning
is my brother.
Harsh words
burst out of his mouth
insolting,
crusal
and acusung me
of thing
that arn't even true.
I try to ignore,
but can't.
Not only
do I have to ignore my brother,
but also
my crying baby sister,
my mom skreaming at him
and my eyes
from wanting to shut.
I get anoyed
and I finally burst.
Cursing words at him...
when my mom's gone,
and he won't shut up,
but the only thing
that cheers me up
is my other brother
liying his face
on the glass table,
and then lifts his head,
and whispers in my ear
"I think he has his period."
Laghs
trying to stay in my mouth,
but can't.
It's no longer
a horrible morning.

Mad for that Eye

Sat, worriedly on my chair, waiting for my husband to come home. My hands shook more and more as the horrifying thunder got louder and louder. I stared at the wooden door for any slight movement, but nothing changed. I would also flinch my sight towards my window, checking for any sight, but the only thing I saw where the quick flashes of lightning that plummeted from the the sky. A grimace clad me while I imagined what could of happened to him. Was he in a fight again with that despicable group of men that always tried to lay their hands on inventory from the the apothecary?

Suddenly I heard heavy footsteps rushing towards the door I've been watching for hours now, but after a few more thumps, it then went all silent. Everything stays still around me as my heart pounded harshly against my chest. The doorknob slowly terns. Who could it be? God forbid it's them, or was it my beautiful husband. Luckily, it was him slowly approaching through the door. He turned around and I made a cursory run towards him not noticing the greusome look on his his face. My arms tightly wrapped around his shoulders before he could even close the door behind him, but that look still took over his every day happy and cheerful character. It was killing me. I gently let go of him and slowly walked away with a concerned look upon my face. His ice blue eyes that where almost covered by his soaked black hair flickered towards me then locked on me. He shut the door, walked towards the leather black couch to sit on it and switched his eyes to the ground.

"What's going on, Liam?" My words came out worridly, but then waiting for an answer. His gaze locked back on mine again, but now I could see tears flowing down from his eyes. Liam has crying? I've never thought I'd ever see that again in our perfect lives. The last time he had cryed was before our marige when he had gotten in a fight with them, and thay had taken all his money. I remember the abrasive expression he put when I mentioned them.

"It... it's Carl," Who was Carl? "you know... my friend who works at the apothecary, with that pale blue eye that resembles a vulture's"... his voice low and broken. Oh yeah, now I know who it was, "he... died." that last word came out of him like if he was being stabbed by a knife, but then he spoke a little more straight than before, " The cops are coming in a few minutes to derive us, they are investigating the area first."

"Wait! But how did you find out about this?" I asked with curiosity.

"We where at his neighbors house and we heard a scream, but he shrieked once- once only, so we rushed to see what was going on..." He came to a concise end of that sentence as I saw the horror grow on his face again, so I simply didn't ask for more details.

A few minutes passed and the cop was sitting next to Liam on the couch.

"So..." the red head cop said,"we found some evidence. He didn't have any a injuries at all, so we don't think he was killed, but he didn't have any source of liquid around his house, so we surmise he got dehydrated-" what a terrible cop can't he look for more evidence.

"Wait! thats what you think killed him! Are you just going to succumb and just live with the fact that he might of gotten killed? He might have gotten drugged or something like that, or even electrified," Liam interrupted the cops sentence with brusque words, then spoke a little calmer after I think he caught a glimpse at the cops irritated face," I saw a broken lantern under his desk..."

"Really? We didn't see any lantern. Well I guess you might be right."

"Couldn't it of been those guys that stole almost all your money a couple of years ago?" I sated.

"I don't think so because they would just try to kill me, not Carl." Liam answered back with his soothing voice almost back to normal, but then I started thinking as the two men spoke. Carl endeavored to put his son in therapy because he was mad, but his son would do bad things to try to get out of it, so Carl just succumbed to try to fix his son.

"Um... you might not believe me, but I think it was his son, remember Liam, he's a little out of his mind, plus, haven't you noticed the way he looks at Carl."

Liam and the cop simulated looks and then they both turned to see me. Liam's cheerful and happy expression finally came back.

"Well... I guess I'll go to check his son and ask him questions then.

"Now you Know how I feel"

Don't you just love it when one day a really cute guy is looking at you're direction all times then you wonder if they like you, but then the next day they ask you out? Well I don't. You know why, because it never happens to me. Only with like the ugliest guys around.
I thought it was just going to be an ordinary talk on the phone until she tells me she is going to get asked out. That was great! So happy for her. Next day at school just talking to one of my other friends, I spot the friend I talked on the phone with yesterday hugging her new date. That is so cute! Apparently my other friend sees it too.
"Haven't you noticed that everyone is being asked out except for me?" she stated trying not to make it such a big deal. Well I did notice part of that, but she was wrong about the "except for me" part. I wasn't asked out ether.
"Well, now you know how I feel." my words slowly slipped out of my mouth as I glanced at the ground regretting what I said. She didn't say another word, and I slowly walked away.

I want to sleep

Deeply asleep, and I could feel the release of my eyes closed. Finally my week body could rest, and peacefully heal itself from something I caught from my brother. My body protected from the cold breeze that the air conditioning brought with a thick sheet that shield me, making it the perfect temperature.
So calming, until I feel something being moved from under my arm. At that moment, I found out that again I had fallen asleep with my guitar in my arms. My eyes immediately popped open, and I caught a quick glance at Richard (my brother that got me sick) trying to slide the instrument from my grasp. Unfortunately he was successfully, and I was left whining like a little girl saying," Richard, what the crap, give it back!" and holding the sheet over my face to cover the bright-yellow light shining heavily on my unnaturally warm face. I wanted to jump off my bed and harshly grasp it from his hands, but I was too week to get up, or even talk. I probably wasn't as mad at him because he took my guitar, but because he woke me up after a rough day of staying awake. My head just dropped back on my pillow, and tried to go back to that peaceful sleep, as he loudly walked away from me, and out the door shutting it behind him.
No matter how much I wanted to fall back asleep, my eyes just couldn't stay closed. The temperature than started to rise, and the sheet that once protected me from the cold air, now imprisoned me from coming in contact with oxygen. I slowly flipped the sheet off my body with week shaking hands. I now felt even worse than before that perfect, but short nap. Richard can be such a pain.

Garden to Escape

Listening,
shocking sounds,
Michael and I
still, like my thoughts.
Red and blue lights
reflecting off the trees.

Only chance of escape
dropped, and hid behind a tree.
Whispering loud enough,
so Michael could hear my commands,
but not the cops.
I asked him for help,
wishing time moved like my thoughts.
He gave me a terrible idea,
jumping off a roof five meters tall,
or even falling....

Lightly looking down
at a painful escape,
and left defeated by fear.
But what was worse?
What was coming
or what was calling for me.

My thoughts started to run again,
but not correctly,
so the first thing that came to mind
I followed.
Lay down on my back,
and pray to not be coughed.
Of course...
I was coughed.

Michael and I
face to face with the cops.
My eyes closed,
long
deep breath,
opened my lids,
hoping
I would end up in the past,
or wake up
from a dream,
not a night-mare,
but I thought again,
would I regret the reason I'm in all this?

Not telling them our complete address,
wishing to get away with it,
then walked away...
when allowed.

After every step I took
I could hear my mom's voice in my head
in fear,
and anger,
and me explaining
that nothing could go wrong
having fun
on the roof
of an electric power plant.

Finally
we saw the light
after the pitch-black tunnel.
We spotted a garden
that would get us out of trouble.
Glancing at each other now,
I spotted that amazingly clever smile
that got us in this position of...
well...
not full regret,
and I'm pretty sure
he saw mine too
growing,
as we both knew
what was in our heads.

Counting to three,
and we both
took off
towards the garden.
I think we lost them.

This year I hope to make my song memorable

I worked months,
plucking different strings,
listening to the melody I wish would exist,
showing it to some,
but not to all.
stressed
Making it as perfect
as I can.
Going over my level of talent,
and ignoring the other things around me
Keeping my eyes open
until I don't' notice
that I fall into a deep sleep
with my guitar
still in my arms
plucked,
but unheard.
This year
I hope
to make my song memorable.


I wake up
a beautiful song
unwritten for others
but only for me.
This isn't why
I worked so long,
struggled
every second
of every day.
To make it perfect
like an angles voice,
it was harder that I'd thought
especially if
I ignored all my responsibilities.
Have I worked
so hard
for nothing?
No
This year
I hope to make my song
more memorable