"Mom it's for the best.I couldn't risk hruting u of anyone close," I say. I step on to the plane and take one last wistful look at my mom and home.
I woke to a bump.We must be landing.I couldn't beleive i slept through a 6 uur filght to Londan.
"Sweetie," a stewardess says,"are u ready to get off."
I nod and grab my only bag.My black prada tote bag. That's all the FBI told me to bring.I stumbbnled off the plane and into the termanl.Right away I see two guys in black suits and ear peices. They saw me too. They walk toward me and stop when they reach me.
"Claire Young?" one of the tall scary guys ask.
"Um..yeah.That's me." I stammer.
The other one smiles "The witiness is in our hands." He must of been talking into the ear peice. Because he deffently wasn't talking to me.
"Kid don't look so scared.We're here to help.I'm Greg and this is Mike," the one who asked me amy name said.i opened my mouth to say something but something went wizzing past my head.
I whirl around and freeze. There standing behind me was one of the two guys.
I woke to a bump.We must be landing.I couldn't beleive i slept through a 6 uur filght to Londan.
"Sweetie," a stewardess says,"are u ready to get off."
I nod and grab my only bag.My black prada tote bag. That's all the FBI told me to bring.I stumbbnled off the plane and into the termanl.Right away I see two guys in black suits and ear peices. They saw me too. They walk toward me and stop when they reach me.
"Claire Young?" one of the tall scary guys ask.
"Um..yeah.That's me." I stammer.
The other one smiles "The witiness is in our hands." He must of been talking into the ear peice. Because he deffently wasn't talking to me.
"Kid don't look so scared.We're here to help.I'm Greg and this is Mike," the one who asked me amy name said.i opened my mouth to say something but something went wizzing past my head.
I whirl around and freeze. There standing behind me was one of the two guys.
inch door inch
bringing me closer
to my doom
butterflies of
anticipation
flutter nervously
in my stomach
knuckles whiten
jaws clench
what have I
gotten myself into
the suspense
is killing me
I'm going to hate it
I'm going to love it
I might lose my lunch
but I don't care
heaven help me
here it comes...
...
I hold my breath...
...
and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!
I remember the dag I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for u love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place u could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with meer brand then u could ever imagine.
meer passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the dag I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real basketbal coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for u love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place u could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with meer brand then u could ever imagine.
meer passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the dag I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real basketbal coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
of I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told door hidden scars
Unable to toon themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
of I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told door hidden scars
Unable to toon themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.