Chloe.

I didn't know what to think. My mind went completely blank, like everything I had expierenced in the last day was completely gone. The only thing I could think about was that he was gone. Gone and I had no idea, and I didn't get to say goodbye. I couldn't help but remember this one time, I was eight. Dad took me to a festival at the local church...there was the game where you take the big hammer-like thing, pound it on the weight, and see how far it goes up. One of the prizes was this big pink fuzzy dog. I thought it was the coolest thing in the world. So like any other kid would, I pushed Dad into playing it. He was a strong guy, he made it to the top and won me the dog. I thought he was the biggest, strongest, most amazing Dad in the world. Like he could do anything.

I was sitting in our family room when we were informed. My Mom and I had just finished discussing what we were going to do the day Daddy got home. We planned on cooking him a huge dinner, me and Mom to welcome him home. His favorites: baked spaghetti with cheese and a garlic sauce, along with garlic bread and tomatoes to put on top. He wasn't coming home for several weeks, but we couldn't waste time, we were too excited and wanted it to be perfect. Perfect. A word I can no longer believe in. We heard a quiet knock on the door. I got up quickly to go answer whoever it was. I thought it was going to be a package I was expecting in the mail, one I've been waiting for for three weeks now. I opened the door excitedly, smiling and everything...just to see this. Two rather large men in Military dress with a letter, and a dog tag. I knew. I knew immediately what this meant, but I was trying so hard to convince myself this wasn't fact.

"MOM!" I screamed into the house, my voice was a mixture of fear, hope, and discourage. She ran out of the kitchen with pot holders on, carrying a pan of cookies she was making for later on.

"What's so Important that you have to-" She dropped the pan.

The Military men understood that we had gotten the point. They handed us the letter and the dog tag, and walked out. Mom hesitated opening the envelope, but after a few seconds she opened it quickly, like she couldn't take the pressure anymore. Her teary voice read out loud: "The Secretary Of War regrets to inform you that Charles Henry Brock Long has been killed in battle..." She stopped there, choking up on the word killed. I tried to hold back my extreme tears building up in my eyes, I couldn't take it. i grabbed the dog tag and I ran.

I ended up a mile or two down the road, in the opposite directions of any civilization. I was to the point where there weren't any buildings, just road, dirt, and the sun. So many different things ran through my head at once. I couldn't keep track of any of them. All I could do was sit and cry. I felt like I was in a TV show. This never happens for me. Never. I thought my Dad had been the biggest, strongest, most amazing Dad in the world. I didn't think anything could stop him. I was starting to doubt it. How could this possibly happen to him? Why was it him? It has to be some kind of mistake. I can't believe this, I can't get it through my head that he lost. My thick, thick head.

I didn't wanna go home. Not yet. I was sitting in the same place on the same road for an hour at the least, when a smaller blue, rusty pick-up truck stopped by me. It was driven by a big man. Tall, fat, and mean. He rolled down his window. "Are you okay there, Missy?" I didn't answer.

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Should I continue this? Or is it stupid? Lmao :)

-Chloe. P.S. If you think I should continue it, help me think of a title!

No Doubt Its Najee

Hey, I'm Najee. I'm 14 as of June 25th and I live in the United States.

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I Haven't Got The Slightest Idea On What To Name This.

I'm Alyssa. I'm thirteen. I'm conceived in my own ignorant lies and assumptions. I've been woven with bliss and unwoven with your appellations over and over again. Broken with absence, and fixed with hope. It's the past that has built me up today. Each mistake is woven together to show who I am, and to help me find out who I aspire to be. I'll tell you one thing, I've made my fair share of mistakes. This has made me settle on a ground which is not solid, and I usually feel an ongoing turbulence. I'm trapped inside these walls. They contain my heart, along with wishful thinking and despair. I am surrounded from altering its conditions. I'm taped up, and a smile has been cemented on my face. This has made me stop at a vulnerable state. My seams are unwinding, and there isn't much of my fabrication left anymore. I've simply fallen apart.

But,

I'm trying to find conciliation in my heart.
I'm trying to eliminate my own thoughts of conviction.
I'm trying to to patch up my eternally loose threads.
And that's what my nourishment is asking for.
All I need is little bit of hope to fill me up.
That's the fuel I'm looking for. (:


Much love,
http://twitter.com/rainingxstars
Alyssa.

Kayla-The Cold Hard Truth Part 2

This is part 2 of The Cold Hard Truth. Part 1 should be somewhere among the posts. Just look for "Kayla-The Cold Hard Truth Part 1." Enjoy this and make sure to criticize or praise it.

Death is something that will happen to all of us in the end, if only we could all wait till we are 100 years old.


As I screamed I heard the guy on the phone for Papa Johns say,”Hello? Anyone there? We don’t like these types of pranks. Damn kids..” He then hung up leaving me screaming to an empty house. If only I could say this was a prank. If only I could call the guy back and apologize to him for being such an immature kid, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t do any of those things because I couldn’t even stop screaming. I just kept screaming and screaming and screaming like maybe Isaac was just asleep and he needed me to wake him up. But Isaac wasn’t asleep. He wouldn’t have blood all over him if he was asleep. I know what I should have done at that moment. I should have called 911, but I didn’t. I instead walked over to my brother’s now dead body. His light blue eyes that were a mimic of mine were open wide, and I could see the fear and surprise in them. It was horrible. I reached out slowly till two of my fingertips were on both of his eyelids. I then moved his eyelids down to where they were now closed to the world and would now forever stay that way. I realized that I had stopped screaming, but I was now crying. My vision was so blurred that it looked like my twin brother was just a red blur. A dark red blur. I covered my mouth with my hand as I ran back to the bathroom and threw up everything that I had in my stomach and then some. I kept throwing it all up until there was nothing left, and I was just sitting there with my head resting against the toilet seat as I cried and cried. After what seemed like a long time I crawled over to where my phone was at the entrance of my brother’s room. I took my time to notice his room with all it’s band posters, clothes strewn about carelessly, candy wrappers and soda cans everywhere, and last but not least, my brother’s dead ripped apart body on his bed. His hand looked like it was reaching for his cell phone which was resting on the top of his dresser next to his bed. I choked as I realized how he had tried to save his own life, but he had been too late. Oh, Isaac. Tears were still running down my cheeks as I reached for my phone and dialed the number I should have dialed as soon as I found him. I listened to the dial tone before I was met with a complete stranger’s voice,”911. What’s your emergency?” I cleared my hoarse throat and said with tears in my voice,”My twin brother Isaac has been killed.”

Hannah-May- Sometimes.

Sometimes

Sometime you’re better off not knowing not knowing,

Because when I was clueless,

I was happy.

When I didn’t know what time meant,

When I didn’t realize that every moment is a moment closer to the end,

When time had no meaning,

Each day was just a day,

It was just another beginning.

When I didn’t know about lies,

When everything anyone said was honest,

Pure and meaningful,

Before I knew how to twist the truth.

When I didn’t know that people could hurt you,

When everyone was your friend ,

When everyone older and wiser than you was your Buddha,

Your light, your guidance,

Before I knew that they too could make mistakes.

When I didn’t know about wars, conflict and violence,

When the world seemed like the perfect place,

With its blue skies, and its sunny sun,

Before I knew that we live for destruction,

That we enjoy it.

Sometimes I wish I could go back to when anyone didn’t have something to hide,

When mistakes where 2 + 2 = 5,

When the hardest thing life threw at you was falling off your tricycle.

Maybe that was god’s way of slowly preparing us,

For the falls and mistakes later on in life,

Maybe he always knew when we had scabs on our elbows and bruised knees,

That one day,

We would exchange these minuscule bumps and bruises,

100,000 times over…

Than face what the future was going to bring

Ruth- Kasey Kerry's Huge Mistake

Our fingers interlock perfectly together, Kasey Kerry thought to herself. John Green's hand was in her's. They were strolling down the sunny beach. Their feet were covered in sticky brown sand. In Kasey's other hand were her white flip-flops she wore to the beach. John's other hand lights teased Kasey's back, pulling at the straps of her bikini lightly. She smirked at him. His hair was as red as the sun setting in the distance. His hand reached up to let down her long, chestnut locks from her tightly pulled ponytail. Her hair flowed around her shoulders. John smiled at how beautiful she was. They walked down the huge beach known as Santa Monica. The sun fell over the tall mountains. Kasey and John looked at each other in the dark. They tightened their grips on each other's hands and walked back to Santa Monica pier. Kasey was thinking about her best friend, Jonathan Lawerence. He passed away in a car accident last year. Kasey still got choked up thinking about it. She missed him more than anyone. He always helped her with dates and went shopping with her. Yes, he was gay. This is California, Kasey thought, who isn't? She stifled a laugh, gazing over to John again. Well, not me, she thought. She grinned at John. He grinned back, playfully pushing near the water.
"No!" she exclaimed, half-mad, half-laughing. "This dress is really expensive, John!"
He chuckled. "I'll buy you another one. An expensive, light blue one," he said.
Kasey pondered this for a moment as he kept pushing her slowly. "With shoes?" she joked.
"Anything you want, babe." He pushed her chocolate locks around her the left side of her neck and lightly kissed the right side. Kasey stood there, waves skimming to her feet as she thought. It's just a dress, I guess, her mind told her. It's a dress that Jonathan picked out, another voice shouted out at the other. That's right, Kasey thought. Jonathan picked it out for me. So, the voice said, he picked everything in you wardrobe.
John sighed. "It's okay, Kase. Just wanted to do something fun."
He slowly let go of her hands and started walking again.
"John," Kasey called, biting her nails.
John Green turned around. "Yeah?"
"You know that Jonathan picked this out for me," she started slowly, kicking at the sand in front of her.
John's eyes widened. "No. No, I didn't babe. I'm sorry. I didn't know."
"He picked out all my clothes," Kasey continued.
John nodded. "Okay," he said, impatient for her to continue.
"So, getting one wet would be okay, right?" Kasey said the words in her head as slowly as she said them aloud.
John's mouth moved into a huge grin. "Right," he said, running over to her. He pulled her into the water.

And my cat just sat on my arms so I can't really write anymore. LOL.