I hate moping.
Moping is bad, but I am now moping. Due to the fact I'm 13, almost 14, I doubt I'm in love. No, I think I've go a stupid crush on a stupid person. Knowing that he doesn't like my type of people makes me mopey. What makes it worse is that I mean probably nothing to him. He's cute, and I used to know him and he was so sweet. Now, I hear he's really arrogant and such a jerk. I feel so stupid and out of place thinking about this. I wanna talk to him, but I think I'm scared he'll just ignore me and walk off. Choking on everything I wanna say to him isn't like me. I hate it, the way everything is. I'm suppose to be cool, untouchable.
"I just need a hug."
You shrug,
not your problem, you must think.
Then you'll see her and freaking wink.
I hate you,
but I think I'm trying not to.
So, we'll let time
fly and one of us will feel like this is a crime.
Thinking you're cute,
almost bad enough to make me want to pull the trigger and shoot.
Now, I want to bawl
instead of bouncing off the wall.
This is all I have to say about this. Haha.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
And Just When It Starts
Okay, this is a QUICK intro for those who don't know anything about this. We have three main characters. A dragon, a mysterious kid with black hair, and an adventurous kid.
I started wondering about him when I saw him. His black hair plastered to his face with sweat. The top of him was bare and muscular. The ice that people told me were his eyes pierced through everyone there, as though saying, "You're all vile for being here, but I'm worse for amusing you." The pants he wore left barely anything for us to imagine. My own mind wanted to know, demanded to find out, what he would do if touched just right. The way he looked, the way he moved said that he would be perfect. Of all the things I've wanted to steal, he was one I super wanted...and so I will.
"Come on, Sam." I wink at the giant dragon. "Let us steal a new person. He's beautiful. You'll love him." I pull myself onto the dragon's back, into the saddle. The warm leather reins are great in my hands. It's a week after I've seen him. The feeling of flying is one that not a single word or phrase can describe. The rush as it pushes my hair back. It's cold, almost freezing. Samael flaps just a little higher until we can see the whole roof of the club. "Down." I point to where I had seen the kid and we spiral straight down, right down through the roof. I close my eye as we crash through the roof. Pieces of the roof fly up and cut my cheek. It hurts, sure, but slowing down means making it last longer. We don't slow as I grab his wrist and pull him onto the dragon. His blue eyes are wild and he squeezes me close to him. I smile at him, over my shoulder. We land quite a few miles away.
"Haha, sorry about that." He sits on the ground, panting and scared. "He just couldn't get it done anyway." He calmly stands up and slaps me.
"You stole me!" He hisses and Sam smirks at me. Theft is something I am very common with. Getting slapped is also something I'm used to. I pull him back onto the dragon and we fly to our cute little hide out. He stumbles off of the dragon and is grabbed by Autumn. Her eyes are covered by a piece of cotton. We all assume that she is completely blind or trying to show some type of religious thing by not seeing the outside world.
"He's beautiful." She mumbles and he looks utterly shocked. He leans back to me. "No, I cannot see." He nods and she starts leading him to his room. Her white dress is simple. The top is done in corset style, while the skirt has multiple layers, each with more ruffles than the last. It falls just below her knees. She's very thin, but not way too skinny. Her white-blond hair falls down to her knees. Her pale rose lips are in a smile. She's a pale girl, but the boy she's leading looks as though he hasn't seen the sun for years. Compared to both, I must look like I'm always in the sun. Our footsteps echo off the stone walls. Autumn's and the boy's less than mine because they're barefoot. My footsteps are loudest because they're covered in heavy boots. He gets to his room and falls onto his bed. The dark rings around his eyes tells us to leave him alone.
"Autumn, let us leave him to rest." I leave the room with her following. She tells him goodnight before following me. I think I've fallen for the poor boy.
This is the beginning of a story. Right now, it has no name! Woo!
I started wondering about him when I saw him. His black hair plastered to his face with sweat. The top of him was bare and muscular. The ice that people told me were his eyes pierced through everyone there, as though saying, "You're all vile for being here, but I'm worse for amusing you." The pants he wore left barely anything for us to imagine. My own mind wanted to know, demanded to find out, what he would do if touched just right. The way he looked, the way he moved said that he would be perfect. Of all the things I've wanted to steal, he was one I super wanted...and so I will.
"Come on, Sam." I wink at the giant dragon. "Let us steal a new person. He's beautiful. You'll love him." I pull myself onto the dragon's back, into the saddle. The warm leather reins are great in my hands. It's a week after I've seen him. The feeling of flying is one that not a single word or phrase can describe. The rush as it pushes my hair back. It's cold, almost freezing. Samael flaps just a little higher until we can see the whole roof of the club. "Down." I point to where I had seen the kid and we spiral straight down, right down through the roof. I close my eye as we crash through the roof. Pieces of the roof fly up and cut my cheek. It hurts, sure, but slowing down means making it last longer. We don't slow as I grab his wrist and pull him onto the dragon. His blue eyes are wild and he squeezes me close to him. I smile at him, over my shoulder. We land quite a few miles away.
"Haha, sorry about that." He sits on the ground, panting and scared. "He just couldn't get it done anyway." He calmly stands up and slaps me.
"You stole me!" He hisses and Sam smirks at me. Theft is something I am very common with. Getting slapped is also something I'm used to. I pull him back onto the dragon and we fly to our cute little hide out. He stumbles off of the dragon and is grabbed by Autumn. Her eyes are covered by a piece of cotton. We all assume that she is completely blind or trying to show some type of religious thing by not seeing the outside world.
"He's beautiful." She mumbles and he looks utterly shocked. He leans back to me. "No, I cannot see." He nods and she starts leading him to his room. Her white dress is simple. The top is done in corset style, while the skirt has multiple layers, each with more ruffles than the last. It falls just below her knees. She's very thin, but not way too skinny. Her white-blond hair falls down to her knees. Her pale rose lips are in a smile. She's a pale girl, but the boy she's leading looks as though he hasn't seen the sun for years. Compared to both, I must look like I'm always in the sun. Our footsteps echo off the stone walls. Autumn's and the boy's less than mine because they're barefoot. My footsteps are loudest because they're covered in heavy boots. He gets to his room and falls onto his bed. The dark rings around his eyes tells us to leave him alone.
"Autumn, let us leave him to rest." I leave the room with her following. She tells him goodnight before following me. I think I've fallen for the poor boy.
This is the beginning of a story. Right now, it has no name! Woo!
Monday, April 26, 2010
Music, Lies, And Me
Maybe this should've been the name of the whole thing, not just this little piece.
Okay, so, Metro Station. I have to say I hate and love them. Their songs, all that I've heard, are upbeat and dancey. That's a reason I really like them. I don't like them because they're just a little inappropriate. While this may seem as though I'm against all inappropriate music, that isn't true. I love Panic! at the Disco's music. Mainly it's the sound and singer's voice that draws me in and their music videos are intensely interesting. I love dancey music. I love it to all of the little pieces that make it up.
So, what lies could I post here? Haha, that could be most of my life. Tell a little lie, make yourself happy. Tell a different lie, make them happy. Then again, my biggest lie yet is saying that I'm brutally honest. With my own friends, there is not a single problem with me telling them what I think, even if it is too honest. My friends must think I walk on water or something, but when I lie, it's almost second nature. If I'm not careful, though, everything will come out when I'm on the computer.
Dang, a little about me. I'm trying out for the high school choir. The top part of my hair is pink. The rest is my natural dark brown. I have two dogs. One is a small, long-haired, indoor dog who is five years old. My other dog a yellow lab mix who is, like, seven years old. He's an old, old man. I can't tell you my own sense of humor because sometimes I can make people laugh and other times they just kinda stare at me, like they don't get it. I love music. Also, I have lots of homework to do and a shower to take.
BYES! Haha,
Nightshade
Okay, so, Metro Station. I have to say I hate and love them. Their songs, all that I've heard, are upbeat and dancey. That's a reason I really like them. I don't like them because they're just a little inappropriate. While this may seem as though I'm against all inappropriate music, that isn't true. I love Panic! at the Disco's music. Mainly it's the sound and singer's voice that draws me in and their music videos are intensely interesting. I love dancey music. I love it to all of the little pieces that make it up.
So, what lies could I post here? Haha, that could be most of my life. Tell a little lie, make yourself happy. Tell a different lie, make them happy. Then again, my biggest lie yet is saying that I'm brutally honest. With my own friends, there is not a single problem with me telling them what I think, even if it is too honest. My friends must think I walk on water or something, but when I lie, it's almost second nature. If I'm not careful, though, everything will come out when I'm on the computer.
Dang, a little about me. I'm trying out for the high school choir. The top part of my hair is pink. The rest is my natural dark brown. I have two dogs. One is a small, long-haired, indoor dog who is five years old. My other dog a yellow lab mix who is, like, seven years old. He's an old, old man. I can't tell you my own sense of humor because sometimes I can make people laugh and other times they just kinda stare at me, like they don't get it. I love music. Also, I have lots of homework to do and a shower to take.
BYES! Haha,
Nightshade
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