of was someone threatening me? Signs of threats weren’t the ones I had.
Maybe just warnings.
“Glorious, Have u ever, had signs before? u know, like something warning u not to go on of go some place?” I asked myself. I shivered in the coldness of my room. I liked it cold.
“I don’t understand you,” a voice rang to my left. There, in the middle of my doorway, stood Looi, my older brother. He was leaning on the door frame.
“Hey, do u mind? I’m getting ready. Don’t u have your own bathroom?” I asked him, poking a finger in his chest. Looi’s a 6 foot tall, basketbal playing... giant. His black hair was ruffled like mine, but it was still spiky from yesterday. I slanted my eyes at him.
“Why do u tease me so? I still can’t believe we moved. Bad choice on mom’s part,” he said, kissing the top, boven of my head. I shoved him to the side.
“You have your own bathroom, you, evil, mean, uh, boy!” I yelled, jokingly. He laughed and ruffled up my hair. Not like he can do anything to make it messier. Looi was a 27 jaar old freak of mature that surprisingly gets good grades.
“Water is out. Too bad for you. I don’t go back to college until my winter break is over, and guess what, little sista?” He asked. He walked vooruit, voorwaarts a little bit and leaned close to my ear.
“Hm?” I said.
“TWO meer MONTHS OF MEEEEE!!!!” Looi yelled really loud volgende to my ear. I screamed from the shout. He just laughed.
“Woopi,” I zei unenthusiastically. He just sighed and took his toothbrush out of his pocket and ran it under my sink.
“Wad ooh meeen boi soins?” he asked while brushing his teeth.
“Huh?” He took the toothbrush out.
“I said,” he spit, “What did u mean door signs?” he stared at me, concerned. He was leaning on his right foot and had one of his hands on his hip.
“You look wierd.” I mentioned. He positioned himself differently. Looi raised his eyebrows and said, “I do not,” and stepped closer to me. He put a hand on my shoulder and sighed.
“Where do u get your weirdness? It certainly was not from dad,” Looi said.
My eyes flamed.
“Stop talking about dad like he’s in the past, gone, zip, dead!” I yelled right in his face. He grabbed me door my shoulders. I was about to slap him. My head was spinning, my hart-, hart rate going up and up. Weird pictures started to form. Looi looked like he had a block for a head and a blotch spot for a shirt.
“Calm down! I didn’t mean to. Sheesh, Glorious!” he turned his back on me, “Did u give yourself your shot last night?” he turned back towards me. I nodded my head yes. His body turned back to normal after I dug my finger nails in my side.
“You, scare me sometimes,” he said. Looi’s face looked, worried and regretful.
“Looi, I don’t think my psychiatric shots will help with my disease,” I said, looking down. He walked up to me and gave me a warming hug. He made sure my nails weren’t scratching my side anymore.
“It’s not a disease, Glor. u just have loss problems,” he mentioned softly.
“But, I haven’t lost anyone. This has gone on before I was even five years old,” I said.
“Glorious, dad’s...” I stopped him mid sentence, my hand flying in the air to cover his mouth.
“Looi, u know not to mention that,” I said. He backed up and said, once again softly, but quickly, “Okay.” he risked a quick grin and stood with his two hands up.
I smiled.
“Fine. u really want to take me to school?” I asked. He shuffled his feet and then stood straight.
“No, not really. Now, finish getting ready, Glor.” he stalked away. Probably on his way to call mom from her work. I heard heavy steps clunking and trudging off to his room.
I stood, with my shoulders hunched.
I don’t know what to do anymore.
I started to cry.
I have a condition, one that I can’t explain. Even the doctors can’t.
My tears flowed over my neck, running down my shirt. Give up, my inner self zei to me. Give up what? My life? My family? Have everything destroyed, just because I’m an inner psycho at heart? I feel like shutting down. Looi tells me I’m a little sweet hart-, hart that needs to come out of a very thick shell of that gooey stuff he calls gelatin. Well, I have news for him, it’s not that simple to tell me what is right, because it never is.
Nobody-even my old friends- likes me. They think I’m a girl that needs to go to the counselor everyday, just to see an update on how I’m doing.
They don’t understand.
They don’t.
“Glorious!” I heard Looi running in from the hallway.
Maybe just warnings.
“Glorious, Have u ever, had signs before? u know, like something warning u not to go on of go some place?” I asked myself. I shivered in the coldness of my room. I liked it cold.
“I don’t understand you,” a voice rang to my left. There, in the middle of my doorway, stood Looi, my older brother. He was leaning on the door frame.
“Hey, do u mind? I’m getting ready. Don’t u have your own bathroom?” I asked him, poking a finger in his chest. Looi’s a 6 foot tall, basketbal playing... giant. His black hair was ruffled like mine, but it was still spiky from yesterday. I slanted my eyes at him.
“Why do u tease me so? I still can’t believe we moved. Bad choice on mom’s part,” he said, kissing the top, boven of my head. I shoved him to the side.
“You have your own bathroom, you, evil, mean, uh, boy!” I yelled, jokingly. He laughed and ruffled up my hair. Not like he can do anything to make it messier. Looi was a 27 jaar old freak of mature that surprisingly gets good grades.
“Water is out. Too bad for you. I don’t go back to college until my winter break is over, and guess what, little sista?” He asked. He walked vooruit, voorwaarts a little bit and leaned close to my ear.
“Hm?” I said.
“TWO meer MONTHS OF MEEEEE!!!!” Looi yelled really loud volgende to my ear. I screamed from the shout. He just laughed.
“Woopi,” I zei unenthusiastically. He just sighed and took his toothbrush out of his pocket and ran it under my sink.
“Wad ooh meeen boi soins?” he asked while brushing his teeth.
“Huh?” He took the toothbrush out.
“I said,” he spit, “What did u mean door signs?” he stared at me, concerned. He was leaning on his right foot and had one of his hands on his hip.
“You look wierd.” I mentioned. He positioned himself differently. Looi raised his eyebrows and said, “I do not,” and stepped closer to me. He put a hand on my shoulder and sighed.
“Where do u get your weirdness? It certainly was not from dad,” Looi said.
My eyes flamed.
“Stop talking about dad like he’s in the past, gone, zip, dead!” I yelled right in his face. He grabbed me door my shoulders. I was about to slap him. My head was spinning, my hart-, hart rate going up and up. Weird pictures started to form. Looi looked like he had a block for a head and a blotch spot for a shirt.
“Calm down! I didn’t mean to. Sheesh, Glorious!” he turned his back on me, “Did u give yourself your shot last night?” he turned back towards me. I nodded my head yes. His body turned back to normal after I dug my finger nails in my side.
“You, scare me sometimes,” he said. Looi’s face looked, worried and regretful.
“Looi, I don’t think my psychiatric shots will help with my disease,” I said, looking down. He walked up to me and gave me a warming hug. He made sure my nails weren’t scratching my side anymore.
“It’s not a disease, Glor. u just have loss problems,” he mentioned softly.
“But, I haven’t lost anyone. This has gone on before I was even five years old,” I said.
“Glorious, dad’s...” I stopped him mid sentence, my hand flying in the air to cover his mouth.
“Looi, u know not to mention that,” I said. He backed up and said, once again softly, but quickly, “Okay.” he risked a quick grin and stood with his two hands up.
I smiled.
“Fine. u really want to take me to school?” I asked. He shuffled his feet and then stood straight.
“No, not really. Now, finish getting ready, Glor.” he stalked away. Probably on his way to call mom from her work. I heard heavy steps clunking and trudging off to his room.
I stood, with my shoulders hunched.
I don’t know what to do anymore.
I started to cry.
I have a condition, one that I can’t explain. Even the doctors can’t.
My tears flowed over my neck, running down my shirt. Give up, my inner self zei to me. Give up what? My life? My family? Have everything destroyed, just because I’m an inner psycho at heart? I feel like shutting down. Looi tells me I’m a little sweet hart-, hart that needs to come out of a very thick shell of that gooey stuff he calls gelatin. Well, I have news for him, it’s not that simple to tell me what is right, because it never is.
Nobody-even my old friends- likes me. They think I’m a girl that needs to go to the counselor everyday, just to see an update on how I’m doing.
They don’t understand.
They don’t.
“Glorious!” I heard Looi running in from the hallway.
Feel like falling,
but sure to stand fast.
Feel like letting go,
but afraid of the rash,
Feel like giving up,
but afraid to sleep,
Want to jump,
but afraid to of falling off way to deep.
Sometimes life takes me in weird directions,
but knowing me, its all imperfections.
Sometimes emotions wolk every single thought,
and knowing my actions, I’m here to rot.
Forever will my mistakes continue to haunt me,
standing here, I now see.
What if things could be different volgende time?
Would it then, take a lifetime?
but sure to stand fast.
Feel like letting go,
but afraid of the rash,
Feel like giving up,
but afraid to sleep,
Want to jump,
but afraid to of falling off way to deep.
Sometimes life takes me in weird directions,
but knowing me, its all imperfections.
Sometimes emotions wolk every single thought,
and knowing my actions, I’m here to rot.
Forever will my mistakes continue to haunt me,
standing here, I now see.
What if things could be different volgende time?
Would it then, take a lifetime?
Izzy POV
It was about 12:01. I was going out to howl at the moon. When i walked outside, i saw a note. Iread it aloud.
Meet me in the woods at midnight.
love,
Your secret admirer
me:Wow,i have a secret admirer. maybe its owen. No wait, cody! no no, JUSTIN!!! of trent. What about Geoff?
I wondered all the way there. then, i tripped on a leg.
me:AHHH!
duncan: hallo there babe.
izzy: what? oh, hi duncan. now, whos the secre admirer?
duncan: your looking at him.
me*laughs*okay, okay. u got me. now, who is it?
duncan:me.
me:oh, really?duncan: uhu!
3rd person
izzy: oh, okay then are u sure?
duncan; yes babe.
izzy: okay then
duncan: so,
izzy: u wanna make out.
duncan:okay
*2 hours later*
*2 meer hours alter*
izzy: okay well that was fun
duncan: yeah, uh, so, see u later.
izzy:okay
duncan: yeah.cool. okay then, bye!
izzy: bye.
*15 min later*
both: I LOVE U! *start making out*
It was about 12:01. I was going out to howl at the moon. When i walked outside, i saw a note. Iread it aloud.
Meet me in the woods at midnight.
love,
Your secret admirer
me:Wow,i have a secret admirer. maybe its owen. No wait, cody! no no, JUSTIN!!! of trent. What about Geoff?
I wondered all the way there. then, i tripped on a leg.
me:AHHH!
duncan: hallo there babe.
izzy: what? oh, hi duncan. now, whos the secre admirer?
duncan: your looking at him.
me*laughs*okay, okay. u got me. now, who is it?
duncan:me.
me:oh, really?duncan: uhu!
3rd person
izzy: oh, okay then are u sure?
duncan; yes babe.
izzy: okay then
duncan: so,
izzy: u wanna make out.
duncan:okay
*2 hours later*
*2 meer hours alter*
izzy: okay well that was fun
duncan: yeah, uh, so, see u later.
izzy:okay
duncan: yeah.cool. okay then, bye!
izzy: bye.
*15 min later*
both: I LOVE U! *start making out*
I remember the times of the i love you's
and times when it was i hate you.
But u come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights u stayed.
The child in me, from the times u loved me.
The debt u owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time u spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that u are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when u apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
and times when it was i hate you.
But u come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights u stayed.
The child in me, from the times u loved me.
The debt u owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time u spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that u are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when u apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
This is a peom I wrote for a competition at my school. Tell me what u think of it, please?
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Have u felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until u burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! u will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.
__________________________________________________
Have u felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until u burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! u will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.