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This is the second chapter. Comments/critique/suggestions appreciated!

II

Seven thirty in the morning. I woke up to the sound of my annoying alarm clock. Today was going to be the worst of my life, I thought, angrily throwing the stupid alarm clock across the room. With a loud clatter it fell to the ground. It was probably broken, but I didn’t care. I hated that alarm clock anyway. Dragging my feet in to the bathroom, I dropped down on to the floor and started crying. I didn’t want to start over; I didn’t want anything to do with strangers. After a few minutes of sobbing, I stared at myself in the mirror. I was a complete mess, my eyes were red and puffy, my hair was tangled, and it looked like I was about to puke. Which was true, I felt like spilling my guts down the drain. I heard a loud bang on the door, distracting my terrible thoughts.

“Hurry up Emma, I don’t have all day!” Kyle said, annoyed.

“Go away! Use the bathroom that’s downstairs.” I replied, tears rolling down my cheeks.

“I need to use the shower, you have three minutes.”

“Ugh!! You’re so annoying.” I shouted angrily.

After spraying some cool water on my face, and brushing my teeth, I stepped out of the bathroom.

“Finally” Kyle said rolling his eyes.

I didn’t bother arguing, so I went back to my room. I took a brush and tried to untangle my hair. It seemed that the harder I tried, the more tangled it became. This really wasn’t my day. Instead of spending an hour brushing my hair, I picked up an elastic and tied it in to a ponytail. Nothing fancy – as usual. I put on my jeans, high-heeled boots, and a black tank. It was simple wear, no leggings for me. They were too constricting. Normally, I would have worn shorts, the shorter the better, but I didn’t know the dress code for school. Shorts were simply easier to move in. I preferred them to jeans, but I’d never be caught dead in sweats; not even in gym class.

By the time I got downstairs I could smell the sweet scent of freshly made cinnamon buns. I sat at the table and got a glass of water. Unlike most people I didn’t drink orange juice, even in the morning. I grabbed a sandwich that my mom packed for me, and a bottle of water for later and made my way to my Aunt’s old Buick. Terrible car by the way. If I had money, I would burn it and buy a new one, but it was all that I could afford. Kyle, on the other hand, owned a Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution.Yeah, I know. I hated him for it. It was completely black, which would be perfect for me. My Buick was parked on the side of the street, whereas his was nicely parked in the driveway. I started pulling forward when Kyle backed out right in front of me. I glared at him and he smiled at me before driving off, his music pounding my ears. I glared at the fading taillights. Jerk.

After sitting motionlessly in my car, I started heading to the torture chamber. Breathing heavily, I tried to distract myself from all thoughts of the new school.

After about ten minutes of driving, I arrived at an overly large building. It looked more like an office than a high school. The only thing that made me realize that I was in the right location was that teens stood around listening to iPods, talking to friends, and mocking teachers. Silently, I sat in my car, praying for a tornado to hit the ground and take me away with it. But it never came. I frantically looked around at the crowd of people. Well, they seemed to be having fun. At the sight of this overly happy place, I wanted to cry again. I parked as far away from the school as I could manage. Closing my eyes, I tried to concentrate. I tried to think of my happy place, where my friends and I were the ones mocking teachers, not strangers. Lost in my thoughts, a loud noise made my eyes fly open, startled. After looking around for a moment, and returning to reality, I noticed a huge flock of people entering the school. The bell made an abrupt booming sound. It made my ears pound, giving me a terrible headache.

“Man, they really gotta fix that thing.” I heard a tall guy say to another, while clamping his hands over his ears.

After the sound had died out, I blinked the tears back that made my eyes blurry, and stepped out of my truck. Only a few people were still standing outside. I quickly ran up to the front door and leapt past thousands of people. Once I reached the office, I breathed a sigh of relief. A short, blonde haired lady was sitting behind a desk.

“May I help you?” she asked, glaring at me curiously, pushing her glasses down to her nose.
I’m 13….
In the last paragraph, I meant to say… I blinked back the tears that had blurred my eyes.

Title: Ember
Poet: Amelia Rose, 13 (c)
Link: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/xxameliarosexx/315956/
Note: It’s about my friend who lost her mother

Her eyes dimmer with out a flicker of flame
She’s hiding behind a smile, crying at night
She tells herself it’s her fault, filled with shame
Acts like she’s fine, but once away the emotions ignite

I’d wish she’d just confess the pain
She holds in the story like a curse
Please Let go, breathe in, regain
Keeping it only makes her feel worse

No one can really understand what she’s been through
I mean, can anyone put themselves in her shoes?
The death and tragic news left her world askew
The poor girl- bruised, confused and turning hues

At first she goes white with tears
Then blue on the cheeks for death
A rainbow strips through her face
Till a fiery red is all that’s left

Control is finally breaking down
Like the towers that fell
Mother lost in a horrible fire
Precious memories bid farewell

That morning like any other before
Breakfast with everyone side by side
No one would suspect one would be gone
No one thought the mother died

Scene etched into TV screens
She won’t believe what she’s seeing
Outside she’s a frozen sculpture
When inside she’s screaming

Oh, her Mom’s dead
Dad’s a drunken mess
Big bro filled with distress
Sis too young to guess

They’re alone again, aren’t they?
The film rolls in black and white
Every word breaks her heart
Yet she says she’s all right

Every picture cuts
Even deeper than the last
How many times must she relive it?
Trapped in a world of broken glass

Her knuckles bleed with blood
The television finally broken
Stop bringing back the pain
Reminding her of what they’ve token

Can’t get over what happened that day
Mom left is rush- but all was okay
Picking up her books, bus on the way

In class she looks to the clock
Door flew open without a knock

Teacher flips on the TV showing a display
The next five seconds turned her world to gray

First everything just feels dead
And then her heart begins to burn
What was sadness turns to rage
For the one she loved would never return

Her feet would walk, but heart remains
Because underneath a fire thrives
Anger and sympathy for victims
And those who lost their lives

Maybe she had a chance
Maybe it was a mistake
If only she stopped her
Mom would still be awake

Bodies dug from wooden pile
Might as well be their death beds
No one can relate to what she saw
Person on the table, heart torn to shreds

It was her mother white as snow
Eyes shut tight for some sleep
She looked away, ignoring the thoughts
She tried to say no but only began to weep

The last thing mom heard were the beeps of alarms
The last thing to smell was the horrid smoke
Last thing to see was a stack of papers
Last thing to taste made her begin to choke

Face the facts, she’s not coming back
What happened, happened- no matter how bad
And although she can not be replaced
She doesn’t feel as mad

She sees the stone marking her grave
Endless flowers show the how many loved her
At least she died happy
And her love is not a blur

She might not be able to hug her again
But at least she can close her eyes and remember
The smiles and good times
And they over power the fading ember
if you don’t want to cririque, can you star? I like stars

and if you like my poems, if you are bored and in for some reading i don’t mind you clicking the link and reading through my other poems.

ps look forward to more poems since i’m writing a poem a day!
i forgot to say this but

Thanks

This is the second chapter. Comments/critique/suggestions appreciated!

II

Seven thirty in the morning. I woke up to the sound of my annoying alarm clock. Today was going to be the worst of my life, I thought, angrily throwing the stupid alarm clock across the room. With a loud clatter it fell to the ground. It was probably broken, but I didn’t care. I hated that alarm clock anyway. Dragging my feet in to the bathroom, I dropped down on to the floor and started crying. I didn’t want to start over; I didn’t want anything to do with strangers. After a few minutes of sobbing, I stared at myself in the mirror. I was a complete mess, my eyes were red and puffy, my hair was tangled, and it looked like I was about to puke. Which was true, I felt like spilling my guts down the drain. I heard a loud bang on the door, distracting my terrible thoughts.

“Hurry up Emma, I don’t have all day!” Kyle said, annoyed.

“Go away! Use the bathroom that’s downstairs.” I replied, tears rolling down my cheeks.

“I need to use the shower, you have three minutes.”

“Ugh!! You’re so annoying.” I shouted angrily.

After spraying some cool water on my face, and brushing my teeth, I stepped out of the bathroom.

“Finally” Kyle said rolling his eyes.

I didn’t bother arguing, so I went back to my room. I took a brush and tried to untangle my hair. It seemed that the harder I tried, the more tangled it became. This really wasn’t my day. Instead of spending an hour brushing my hair, I picked up an elastic and tied it in to a ponytail. Nothing fancy – as usual. I put on my jeans, high-heeled boots, and a black tank. It was simple wear, no leggings for me. They were too constricting. Normally, I would have worn shorts, the shorter the better, but I didn’t know the dress code for school. Shorts were simply easier to move in. I preferred them to jeans, but I’d never be caught dead in sweats; not even in gym class.

By the time I got downstairs I could smell the sweet scent of freshly made cinnamon buns. I sat at the table and got a glass of water. Unlike most people I didn’t drink orange juice, even in the morning. I grabbed a sandwich that my mom packed for me, and a bottle of water for later and made my way to my Aunt’s old Buick. Terrible car by the way. If I had money, I would burn it and buy a new one, but it was all that I could afford. Kyle, on the other hand, owned a Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution.Yeah, I know. I hated him for it. It was completely black, which would be perfect for me. My Buick was parked on the side of the street, whereas his was nicely parked in the driveway. I started pulling forward when Kyle backed out right in front of me. I glared at him and he smiled at me before driving off, his music pounding my ears. I glared at the fading taillights. Jerk.

After sitting motionlessly in my car, I started heading to the torture chamber. Breathing heavily, I tried to distract myself from all thoughts of the new school.

After about ten minutes of driving, I arrived at an overly large building. It looked more like an office than a high school. The only thing that made me realize that I was in the right location was that teens stood around listening to iPods, talking to friends, and mocking teachers. Silently, I sat in my car, praying for a tornado to hit the ground and take me away with it. But it never came. I frantically looked around at the crowd of people. Well, they seemed to be having fun. At the sight of this overly happy place, I wanted to cry again. I parked as far away from the school as I could manage. Closing my eyes, I tried to concentrate. I tried to think of my happy place, where my friends and I were the ones mocking teachers, not strangers. Lost in my thoughts, a loud noise made my eyes fly open, startled. After looking around for a moment, and returning to reality, I noticed a huge flock of people entering the school. The bell made an abrupt booming sound. It made my ears pound, giving me a terrible headache.

“Man, they really gotta fix that thing.” I heard a tall guy say to another, while clamping his hands over his ears.

After the sound had died out, I blinked the tears back that made my eyes blurry, and stepped out of my truck. Only a few people were still standing outside. I quickly ran up to the front door and leapt past thousands of people. Once I reached the office, I breathed a sigh of relief. A short, blonde haired lady was sitting behind a desk.

“May I help you?” she asked, glaring at me curiously, pushing her glasses down to her nose.

This is the second chapter. Comments/critique/suggestions appreciated!

II

Seven thirty in the morning. I woke up to the sound of my annoying alarm clock. Today was going to be the worst of my life, I thought, angrily throwing the stupid alarm clock across the room. With a loud clatter it fell to the ground. It was probably broken, but I didn’t care. I hated that alarm clock anyway. Dragging my feet in to the bathroom, I dropped down on to the cold tiled floor and started crying. I didn’t want to start over; I didn’t want anything to do with strangers. After a few minutes of sobbing, I stared at myself in the mirror. I was a complete mess, my eyes were red and puffy, my hair was tangled, and it looked like I was about to puke. Which was true, I felt like spilling my guts down the drain. I heard a loud bang on the door, distracting my terrible thoughts.

“Hurry up Emma, I don’t have all day!” Kyle said, annoyed.

“Go away! Use the bathroom that’s downstairs.” I replied, tears rolling down my cheeks.

“I need to use the shower, you have three minutes.”

“Ugh!! You’re so annoying.” I shouted angrily.

After spraying some cool water on my face, and brushing my teeth, I stepped out of the bathroom.

“Finally” Kyle said rolling his eyes.

I didn’t bother arguing, so I went back to my room. I took a brush and tried to untangle my hair. It seemed that the harder I tried, the more tangled it became. This really wasn’t my day. Instead of spending an hour brushing my hair, I picked up an elastic and tied it in to a ponytail. Nothing fancy – as usual. I put on my jeans, high-heeled boots, and a black tank. It was simple wear, no leggings for me. They were too constricting. Normally, I would have worn shorts, the shorter the better, but I didn’t know the dress code for school. Shorts were simply easier to move in. I preferred them to jeans, but I’d never be caught dead in sweats; not even in gym class.

By the time I got downstairs I could smell the sweet scent of freshly made cinnamon buns. I sat at the table and got a glass of water. Unlike most people I didn’t drink orange juice, even in the morning. I grabbed a sandwich that my mom packed for me, and a bottle of water for later and made my way to my Aunt’s old Buick. Terrible car by the way. If I had money, I would burn it and buy a new one, but it was all that I could afford. Kyle, on the other hand, owned a Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution.Yeah, I know. I hated him for it. It was completely black, which would be perfect for me. My Buick was parked on the side of the street, whereas his was nicely parked in the driveway. I started pulling forward when Kyle backed out right in front of me. I glared at him and he smiled at me before driving off, his music pounding my ears. I glared at the fading taillights. Jerk.

After sitting motionlessly in my car, I started heading to the torture chamber. Breathing heavily, I tried to distract myself from all thoughts of the new school.

After about ten minutes of driving, I arrived at an overly large building. It looked more like an office than a high school. The only thing that made me realize that I was in the right location was that teens stood around listening to iPods, talking to friends, and mocking teachers. Silently, I sat in my car, praying for a tornado to hit the ground and take me away with it. But it never came. I frantically looked around at the crowd of people. Well, they seemed to be having fun. At the sight of this overly happy place, I wanted to cry again. I parked as far away from the school as I could manage. Closing my eyes, I tried to concentrate. I tried to think of my happy place, where my friends and I were the ones mocking teachers, not strangers. Lost in my thoughts, a loud noise made my eyes fly open, startled. After looking around for a moment, and returning to reality, I noticed a huge flock of people entering the school. The bell made an abrupt booming sound. It made my ears pound, giving me a terrible headache.

“Man, they really gotta fix that thing.” I heard a tall guy say to another, while clamping his hands over his ears.

After the sound had died out, I blinked the tears back that made my eyes blurry, and stepped out of my truck. Only a few people were still standing outside. I quickly ran up to the front door and leapt past thousands of people. Once I reached the office, I breathed a sigh of relief. A short, blonde haired lady was sitting behind a desk.

“May I help you?” she asked, glaring at me curiously, pushing her glasses down to her nose.
Excuse me? This is DEFINATELY something that teens face.

This is the second chapter. Comments/critique/suggestions appreciated!

II

Seven thirty in the morning. I woke up to the sound of my annoying alarm clock. Today was going to be the worst of my life, I thought, angrily throwing the stupid alarm clock across the room. With a loud clatter it fell to the ground. It was probably broken, but I didn’t care. I hated that alarm clock anyway. Dragging my feet in to the bathroom, I dropped down on to the floor and started crying. I didn’t want to start over; I didn’t want anything to do with strangers. After a few minutes of sobbing, I stared at myself in the mirror. I was a complete mess, my eyes were red and puffy, my hair was tangled, and it looked like I was about to puke. Which was true, I felt like spilling my guts down the drain. I heard a loud bang on the door, distracting my terrible thoughts.

“Hurry up Emma, I don’t have all day!” Kyle said, annoyed.

“Go away! Use the bathroom that’s downstairs.” I replied, tears rolling down my cheeks.

“I need to use the shower, you have three minutes.”

“Ugh!! You’re so annoying.” I shouted angrily.

After spraying some cool water on my face, and brushing my teeth, I stepped out of the bathroom.

“Finally” Kyle said rolling his eyes.

I didn’t bother arguing, so I went back to my room. I took a brush and tried to untangle my hair. It seemed that the harder I tried, the more tangled it became. This really wasn’t my day. Instead of spending an hour brushing my hair, I picked up an elastic and tied it in to a ponytail. Nothing fancy – as usual. I put on my jeans, high-heeled boots, and a black tank. It was simple wear, no leggings for me. They were too constricting. Normally, I would have worn shorts, the shorter the better, but I didn’t know the dress code for school. Shorts were simply easier to move in. I preferred them to jeans, but I’d never be caught dead in sweats; not even in gym class.

By the time I got downstairs I could smell the sweet scent of freshly made cinnamon buns. I sat at the table and got a glass of water. Unlike most people I didn’t drink orange juice, even in the morning. I grabbed a sandwich that my mom packed for me, and a bottle of water for later and made my way to my Aunt’s old Buick. Terrible car by the way. If I had money, I would burn it and buy a new one, but it was all that I could afford. Kyle, on the other hand, owned a Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution.Yeah, I know. I hated him for it. It was completely black, which would be perfect for me. My Buick was parked on the side of the street, whereas his was nicely parked in the driveway. I started pulling forward when Kyle backed out right in front of me. I glared at him and he smiled at me before driving off, his music pounding my ears. I glared at the fading taillights. Jerk.

After sitting motionlessly in my car, I started heading to the torture chamber. Breathing heavily, I tried to distract myself from all thoughts of the new school.

After about ten minutes of driving, I arrived at an overly large building. It looked more like an office than a high school. The only thing that made me realize that I was in the right location was that teens stood around listening to iPods, talking to friends, and mocking teachers. Silently, I sat in my car, praying for a tornado to hit the ground and take me away with it. But it never came. I frantically looked around at the crowd of people. Well, they seemed to be having fun. At the sight of this overly happy place, I wanted to cry again. I parked as far away from the school as I could manage. Closing my eyes, I tried to concentrate. I tried to think of my happy place, where my friends and I were the ones mocking teachers, not strangers. Lost in my thoughts, a loud noise made my eyes fly open, startled. After looking around for a moment, and returning to reality, I noticed a huge flock of people entering the school. The bell made an abrupt booming sound. It made my ears pound, giving me a terrible headache.

“Man, they really gotta fix that thing.” I heard a tall guy say to another, while clamping his hands over his ears.

After the sound had died out, I blinked back the tears that had blurred my eyes, and stepped out of my truck. Only a few people were still standing outside. I quickly ran up to the front door and leapt past thousands of people. Once I reached the office, I breathed a sigh of relief. A short, blonde haired lady was sitting behind a desk.

“May I help you?” she asked, glaring at me curiously, pushing her glasses down to her nose.

This is the second chapter. Comments/critique/suggestions appreciated!

II

Seven thirty in the morning. I woke up to the sound of my annoying alarm clock. Today was going to be the worst of my life, I thought, angrily throwing the stupid alarm clock across the room. With a loud clatter it fell to the ground. It was probably broken, but I didn’t care. I hated that alarm clock anyway. Dragging my feet in to the bathroom, I dropped down on to the floor and started crying. I didn’t want to start over; I didn’t want anything to do with strangers. After a few minutes of sobbing, I stared at myself in the mirror. I was a complete mess, my eyes were red and puffy, my hair was tangled, and it looked like I was about to puke. Which was true, I felt like spilling my guts down the drain. I heard a loud bang on the door, distracting my terrible thoughts.

“Hurry up Emma, I don’t have all day!” Kyle said, annoyed.

“Go away! Use the bathroom that’s downstairs.” I replied, tears rolling down my cheeks.

“I need to use the shower, you have three minutes.”

“Ugh!! You’re so annoying.” I shouted angrily.

After spraying some cool water on my face, and brushing my teeth, I stepped out of the bathroom.

“Finally” Kyle said rolling his eyes.

I didn’t bother arguing, so I went back to my room. I took a brush and tried to untangle my hair. It seemed that the harder I tried, the more tangled it became. This really wasn’t my day. Instead of spending an hour brushing my hair, I picked up an elastic and tied it in to a ponytail. Nothing fancy – as usual. I put on my jeans, high-heeled boots, and a black tank. It was simple wear, no leggings for me. They were too constricting. Normally, I would have worn shorts, the shorter the better, but I didn’t know the dress code for school. Shorts were simply easier to move in. I preferred them to jeans, but I’d never be caught dead in sweats; not even in gym class.

By the time I got downstairs I could smell the sweet scent of freshly made cinnamon buns. I sat at the table and got a glass of water. Unlike most people I didn’t drink orange juice, even in the morning. I grabbed a sandwich that my mom packed for me, and a bottle of water for later and made my way to my Aunt’s old Buick. Terrible car by the way. If I had money, I would burn it and buy a new one, but it was all that I could afford. Kyle, on the other hand, owned a Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution.Yeah, I know. I hated him for it. It was completely black, which would be perfect for me. My Buick was parked on the side of the street, whereas his was nicely parked in the driveway. I started pulling forward when Kyle backed out right in front of me. I glared at him and he smiled at me before driving off, his music pounding my ears. I glared at the fading taillights. Jerk.

After sitting motionlessly in my car, I started heading to the torture chamber. Breathing heavily, I tried to distract myself from all thoughts of the new school.

After about ten minutes of driving, I arrived at an overly large building. It looked more like an office than a high school. The only thing that made me realize that I was in the right location was that teens stood around listening to iPods, talking to friends, and mocking teachers. Silently, I sat in my car, praying for a tornado to hit the ground and take me away with it. But it never came. I frantically looked around at the crowd of people. Well, they seemed to be having fun. At the sight of this overly happy place, I wanted to cry again. I parked as far away from the school as I could manage. Closing my eyes, I tried to concentrate. I tried to think of my happy place, where my friends and I were the ones mocking teachers, not strangers. Lost in my thoughts, a loud noise made my eyes fly open, startled. After looking around for a moment, and returning to reality, I noticed a huge flock of people entering the school. The bell made an abrupt booming sound. It made my ears pound, giving me a terrible headache.

“Man, they really gotta fix that thing.” I heard a tall guy say to another, while clamping his hands over his ears.

After the sound had died out, I blinked back the tears that had blurred my eyes, and stepped out of my truck. Only a few people were still standing outside. I quickly ran up to the front door and leapt past thousands of people. Once I reached the office, I breathed a sigh of relief. A short, blonde haired lady was sitting behind a desk.

“May I help you?” she asked, glaring at me curiously, pushing her glasses down to her nose.

This is the second chapter. Comments/critique/suggestions appreciated!

II

Seven thirty in the morning. I woke up to the sound of my annoying alarm clock. Today was going to be the worst of my life, I thought, angrily throwing the stupid alarm clock across the room. With a loud clatter it fell to the ground. It was probably broken, but I didn’t care. I hated that alarm clock anyway. Dragging my feet in to the bathroom, I dropped down on to the cold tiled floor and started crying. I didn’t want to start over; I didn’t want anything to do with strangers. After a few minutes of sobbing, I stared at myself in the mirror. I was a complete mess, my eyes were red and puffy, my hair was tangled, and it looked like I was about to puke. Which was true, I felt like spilling my guts down the drain. I heard a loud bang on the door, distracting my terrible thoughts.

“Hurry up Emma, I don’t have all day!” Kyle said, annoyed.

“Go away! Use the bathroom that’s downstairs.” I replied, tears rolling down my cheeks.

“I need to use the shower, you have three minutes.”

“Ugh!! You’re so annoying.” I shouted angrily.

After spraying some cool water on my face, and brushing my teeth, I stepped out of the bathroom.

“Finally” Kyle said rolling his eyes.

I didn’t bother arguing, so I went back to my room. I took a brush and tried to untangle my hair. It seemed that the harder I tried, the more tangled it became. This really wasn’t my day. Instead of spending an hour brushing my hair, I picked up an elastic and tied it in to a ponytail. Nothing fancy – as usual. I put on my jeans, high-heeled boots, and a black tank. It was simple wear, no leggings for me. They were too constricting. Normally, I would have worn shorts, the shorter the better, but I didn’t know the dress code for school. Shorts were simply easier to move in. I preferred them to jeans, but I’d never be caught dead in sweats; not even in gym class.

By the time I got downstairs I could smell the sweet scent of freshly made cinnamon buns. I sat at the table and got a glass of water. Unlike most people I didn’t drink orange juice, even in the morning. I grabbed a sandwich that my mom packed for me, and a bottle of water for later and made my way to my Aunt’s old Buick. Terrible car by the way. If I had money, I would burn it and buy a new one, but it was all that I could afford. Kyle, on the other hand, owned a Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution.Yeah, I know. I hated him for it. It was completely black, which would be perfect for me. My Buick was parked on the side of the street, whereas his was nicely parked in the driveway. I started pulling forward when Kyle backed out right in front of me. I glared at him and he smiled at me before driving off, his music pounding my ears. I glared at the fading taillights. Jerk.

After sitting motionlessly in my car, I started heading to the torture chamber. Breathing heavily, I tried to distract myself from all thoughts of the new school.

After about ten minutes of driving, I arrived at an overly large building. It looked more like an office than a high school. The only thing that made me realize that I was in the right location was that teens stood around listening to iPods, talking to friends, and mocking teachers. Silently, I sat in my car, praying for a tornado to hit the ground and take me away with it. But it never came. I frantically looked around at the crowd of people. Well, they seemed to be having fun. At the sight of this overly happy place, I wanted to cry again. I parked as far away from the school as I could manage. Closing my eyes, I tried to concentrate. I tried to think of my happy place, where my friends and I were the ones mocking teachers, not strangers. Lost in my thoughts, a loud noise made my eyes fly open, startled. After looking around for a moment, and returning to reality, I noticed a huge flock of people entering the school. The bell made an abrupt booming sound. It made my ears pound, giving me a terrible headache.

“Man, they really gotta fix that thing.” I heard a tall guy say to another, while clamping his hands over his ears.

After the sound had died out, I blinked the tears back that made my eyes blurry, and stepped out of my truck. Only a few people were still standing outside. I quickly ran up to the front door and leapt past thousands of people. Once I reached the office, I breathed a sigh of relief. A short, blonde haired lady was sitting behind a desk.

“May I help you?” she asked, glaring at me curiously, pushing her glasses down to her nose.

could you read it? tell me what you honestly think? i posted it on here before and i was told that it was disturbing that i wrote it because i am 15.

the numbers are new pages, and the thumps and beeps are all sounds in the story but i can change the font here :/. Its called Dear Sherry and i had to write it for school but i want to finish it if you think its good enough

Dear Sherry

As I woke up, I shielded my eyes from the sun that poured through the oak window. My body laid in crisp white sheets as flashbacks rushed through my mind.

"’…Do you want to?’"

"’…I don’t know, I don’t think we should.’"

"’…We’ll be fine, don’t worry.’"

I pushed myself up against the bed’s backboard and rubbed my temples, I felt nauseas and sore. I climbed out of my warm bed, rapped a bed sheet around my body, and twisted it into a knot above my chest.

Items seemed in disorder as I walked through my loft bedroom. While glancing over the loft, I spotted a folded piece of paper leaning against the vase on the dinner table. I unfolded the paper and began to read the note.

" Dear Sherry,

Thanks for a great night. We should do it again sometime.

Ps. Welcome to the world of AIDS. -Your Infector "

Thump thump, thump thump.

I felt numb, there was something in my throat that I just couldn’t

3

swallow. The note dropped to the table, knocking something to the floor. My eyes never wandered to the floor, my heart ached to much to care.

Once again, flashbacks raced through my mind from the begin of the night to the end.

"’…Would you like to dance?’"

"’…Sure, I’d love to.’"

The words, "Your Infector." echoed in my mind. "Tommy? Tom? Tomas? Timmy? Troy?" I repeated to myself trying to remember his name, for the alcohol fogged my memory.

"’…Hi, I’m Tristan.’"

"’…Hey, Nice to meet you. I’m Sherry.’"

I paced around the loft as tears moistened my cheeks. The bed sheet fell to the floor as I walked to the bathroom and started the shower. Immediately, steam filled the tiny plain room and fogged the mirror.

I closed my eyes as the water poured from the showerhead onto my face. "I can wash it away, everything will be alright." I kept repeating these words, trying to fool myself into believing them, even though I knew it wasn’t true.

When I was in the shower I felt pure. Turning the knob all the way to the left was the hardest thing to do, my moment of purity was over and I was insecure about everything.

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I stepped out of the shower; right foot, then left and wiped the mirror clear of fog. While checking my reflection, in the smudged mirror, an unclear figure crept behind me and passed through the door. Puddles of water formed under my feet as I followed the figure through the doorframe.

"Who’s there?" I received no answer.

Thump thump, thump thump.

My heart raced. I peeked around the wall, that separated the bathroom from the living room, and held my breathe. The floor crept under my feet as I approached the dark figure.

My hand shook as I reached for the overcoat that covered a body.

One, two, three. Swoosh, the overcoat fell to the ground.

Beep, beep, beep. "Good morning New York City , your listening to W.T.B.A and it’s 7:00 Am. It’s starting to feel a lot like winter with a temperature of 34° F, time to take those winter jackets out of the clos-"

I slapped my hand on the off button, as the alarm clock fell to the floor. My body jerked up and I scratched my neck gasping for air. Confused and unsure of myself I got out of bed and inspected my loft. I glanced at the vase and to my surprise, there was no note waiting to be read. My eyes wandered around in concern and fear that someone was lingering within my loft.

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It was 11:00 Am, and I was waiting for the paper boy to drop of my paper. I sat in my overstuffed chair and light filled the room, as I turned the

television on. "Breaking News" flashed on the screen. I tried to listen to the report, but when the young news caster said those words, "The Infector", my heart sank.

Boom, boom, boom. I walked to my door, opened it, and picked up the fresh newspaper. The front page read, "Young women meet their infector."

I ran my hand under my eyes to clear the tears. This can’t be happening, I thought. "Was it a sign? Could I have helped them?" I kept asking myself questions that couldn’t be answered. I turned off the television, put the newspaper on the dinner table, and ran into my bedroom to change. I pulled a jogging suit out of my bureau and grabbed a pair of Nikes out of the closet. I rushed to put everything on and I ran out the front door. While on the fourth floor, I clicked the auto start for my car and continued jogging down the stairs.

I had to clear my mind, driving into the quiet country would help sooth my shaken nerves. I drove to a familiar place, where my mother and I took daily walks together. We called it The tranquil pond. The little crystal clear pond held an abundant amount of lily pads. Catninetails were sporadically placed around the pond and in the cluster of trees you could hear the baby birds chirping high in their nest as their mothers fed them.

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This was the one place I could clear my mind and forget about everything. I

laid on the green ground and watched as the puffy white clouds passed by. Some were short and fluffy and other were long and skinny but

every single one look beautiful against the deep blue sky.

The sky turned grey. Within minutes I was once again in a pure moment, with water gently sprinkling my hands and face. It felt bizarre; laying there like a lifeless weed, with it’s roots soaking up the water, waiting to bloom into a beautiful flower once again. Memories of my childhood rush through my mind as I walked to my car; with my head still looking to the clouds.

"What would she tell me to do right now?" I pondered

"Mom? Are you up there, Mom? Well if you can hear me I really need you to me help right now! I think I can help these poor women, but the truth is I’m scared. I don’t know what to do, I need you Mom, I need you more than ever right now."

I lowered my head and continued walking to my car. The windshield wipers moved left to right in attempt to clear the now torrential rain. On the car ride home all I could think about was my mother. She had been my world from the age of seven, when my father died, till the day of her death. My mother had died from a doctor’s misdiagnose. The Doctors kept telling her she suffered from the Flu, but my mother knew she was very sick, and

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it wasn’t the Flu that caused her to become fatigued and receive rashes.

She had AIDS. My mother was a nurse. When she was pricked by a dirty needle she knew it would only be time before she started getting sick. My mother died two years ago, when I was twenty one . Thinking about my mother made me tune out all my surroundings.

The hour ride home, seemed like only fifteen minutes. There were no parking spots on the street. That meant I had to park in the garage, on the side of the apartment building. The garage was dark and humid. A sinister feeling gathered in the steamy air. Footsteps echoed as I walked to the Exit door. My heart began to beat rapidly when I discovered the echoed footsteps were not mine. I glanced over my shoulder and found no one pacing behind me. I turned the corner in front of a Honda and looked into the round mirror that was mounted onto the wall above me. In the mirror I spotted a man clad in black, crawl behind the Honda.

"Who’s there?" I shouted demanding an answer, but received none. "I said who’s there? Come out I know your behind there."

My heart was in my throat once again. I weaved through the cars, hoping the man would not follow my demands. Footsteps echoed in the garage again. In fear, I dropped to the ground and pulled myself under a large SUV.

"Who’s hiding now?" a man shouted, breaking the silence.

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I kept my head low to the ground, watching the floor to see when his

feet appeared in front of me. I hid, silent, for what seemed forever.

"I know your in here. Come out, come out, wherever you are." There was a brief pause. "Oh Sherry Dear, why don’t you be a good little girl and come and play with YOUR INFECTOR!"

A pair of Nikes appeared in front of the SUV and it felt as if my heart had stopped beating. I held my breathe; trying not to make a sound. I watched as the Nikes walked by my hiding spot. Hot air was released in relief. My body laid still, in fear he would come back. His sneakers were nowhere in sight, but I heard the heavy footsteps, pounding on the concrete.

My ankle ached, I looked over my shoulder straight into a set of evil eyes. My skin scraped again the cement, as I was being pulled.

"Please, stop!" I pleaded. "Let me go!"

My foot slammed into the side of his face. The evil man let go of my ankle and held his face as he knelt on the ground. I crawled out from under the car, and began to run away, in fear for my life.

"Who are you?" I sobbed.

"Who am I? You mean you haven’t heard of me?

I did not answer the mystery man.

"Sherry, It’s me Tristan."

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I hid behind a pile of boxes next to the elevator. I closed my eyes,

hoping when I opened them, I would awaken from a dream; This never happened. He was close, his scent lingered after he walked by the boxes. He didn’t make a sound, which made it harder to tell where he stood.

"Boo." Tristan whispered as he crashed the boxes.

He pulled me away from the wall and did what he pleased.

"Stop please."

I laid there on the cement numb. Not crying and barely breathing. Rolling to my side I attempted to pick myself up. My body was weak, and I fell to the ground. My second try was a success. I walked slowly to the exit door being cautious with every move. As I exited the garage, my eyes grew wet. I collapsed in the middle of sidewalk sobbing uncontrollably.

"Sherry Williams. Sherry, can you hear me?"

I heard a man mumbling but I couldn’t make out the words. Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked around. I laid on a chilled slab in a room that was filled of pictures from my past, me and my mother at the tranquil pond, my father and I at my sixth birthday, me reading my first book, and tons of other photos I had never seen. There was a large blank screen on the wall in front of me. It looked like a projector screen but there was no projector in the room. As I glanced around I found no windows, and nor doors.

A puff of smoke exited my lips as I spoke softly. "Hello." I whispered . 10

"Where am I? What happened?"

I sat up, and twisted my body to hang my legs over the side of the stainless steal slab. A chill shot up my spine as my bare feet touched the tiled floor. I wrapped my arms in front of me, and my lips quivered. It was cold. Spider veins began to show in my pale legs and arms.

Where was I? I wonder. How did I get here? I paced around the white room, looking at the many pictures. The one that caught my eye was one that I had never seen before. It was of me, my mother and father. I had to of have been about two years old and the three of us were cuddled in my parents bed. It must have been winter, you could see the fluffy white snow that covered the yard through the window, I laid between my mother and father fast asleep. You could see the passion in my parents eyes for each other. My father was gently kissing my mother’s forehead as she smiled with glee.

"She’s in a comma from the trauma, is there anyone from her family we can call?"

"No doctor, she has no one. Her father died when she was seven and her mother pasted ago two years ago."

"Okay, just keep an eye on her and let me know if there is any improvement. I’ll find someone for this poor girl."

"Yes doctor"

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I heard the mumbling voice again but I could make out his words. I

looked around trying to see where this voice was coming from. I walked over to the blank screen and gently ran my fingers over it. With the touch of my finger tips the blank screen flashed on. It began to play video clips of my childhood. Birthday parties, family reunions, and my fathers funeral. As I watched my fathers funeral I began to wish he was here. Then more I began to think about him, more videos of him played. It seemed as if what I was thinking about was being played on the screen.

infector, someone who gives an infection… he gives her aids