Poem - Look Up

You are there through it all
Hope and dreams inspired by you
I look up at you with my great big eyes
You make up my world
Your everything I could dream of
But yet you are more
You help when I am down
You inspire me to go harder
When I say "I can't"
You say "Yes you can" and pick me up
You get me to stand on two feet
You get me to do what is right
The world revolves around you
Your the one I look up to
Your my inspiration
 My great big eyes look up to you

Poem - Inside

Fogging up my sight
Unknown kind of path
All I know is this is right

I wipe away the frown
Just to draw myself a new face
Can I hide behind this lie?

Smile drawn on this face
Eyes designed to portray a smile
Shallow smile, easy give away

We talk and you know
My voice shakes
My eyes let loose

The first tear to fall
My smile breaks
Your arms around me

I know I will be alright
I let this roll of my shoulder
I let my heart spill at your feet

You don't let go
My tears have stopped
Whispered words fill my ears

"It's alright, it's alright"
It doesn't hurt as much
You take it all away

Your holdmy secret
You know my pain
Just keep me from my sorrow

Poem - Summer

I miss the melody in you voice
    The shine in you eyes
The way your hand fits in mine
    but this is too good to be true

I watch you walk across the beach
    you rest so close to me in the sand
I smile at your happiness and you hold me close

How does the summer end so soon?
    Why must this be the nearing end?
Lets watch the waves crash and the sun set
    on this peaceful summer night.

Let the memories go on as a rerun in my head
    Smiles and laughs to be forgotten
It was just a summer fling
    but of a summer too short.

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I am glad that my blog is being read by a few people. Tell me how you like the new background.  I have been sitting against a wall of writers block for awhile so not that many new stories are being written.  There have been some poems here and there but I am trying.
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http://www.abarcher.blogspot.com/ and http://www.colorsofwhitelight.blogspot.com/
These two offer some awesome writing as well.

On the Spot #1

This is a on the spot story. Got a muse and started to write. No plot was planned and I was just writing what was on my mind. Sorry for the bad pace and choppy flow but I hope you like it.

The wind chills my spine as I watch the leaves blow around the yard. I start kicking the leaves as I watch the piles grow larger and larger. I zip my jacket farther up and pull my hands in my sleeves.  I listen to the gentle crunch of the leaves and the light sound of the traffic in my small town.  The bus breaks the soft roar of traffic with its rumbling tires.
The doors open and I can hear the sound of children screaming. I walk in and take a seat in the middle of the bus. I put my ear buds in and I ignore the children all around me.  The bus ride goes slower than normal and on the way to the middle school we make our typical stops and head toward the school.  As we turn on the street to the school, I see the SUV come out of the neighborhood at full speed.  They lose control and head right for us. The bus driver pulls hard into the grass and the bus flips. I get sent across the aisle into the window. I crumble against the window and just close my eyes and pray it is all over.  The world fades to black.
When the light reaches my eyes once again, the sounds of sirens are everywhere and the lights are flashing.  I can see some blood around my head and I try not to move to fast. I begin to panic. "What happened to me?" I think to myself.
I hear "This looks bad.  I hope she is okay," from a near by cop.  His mouth doesn't move though and I am not sure what is going on.  Then all of a sudden my brain is over flowed with voices of the cops and fire men.  No one is talking all that loud and they are all busy trying to get the rest of the kids out of the bus. The rescue team rushes to my side and begins to start working on me.
"This is really bad, the worst of all," I hear from the guy on my right.  His mouth did not move but I could still hear him.  His face started to fad out and everything started to go black.
The next sight I see is the sterile white of the hospital wall.  I hear the soft rumble of the whispering nurses and doctors and the crying of families nearby.  I also hear the constant reminder of pain from the person next door.
My parents come rushing in and stand at my side.  The doctor comes in after, "Brain damage and some broken bones," I hear as he reads the file.
"How bad is the brain damage?" I ask him.
"How did you know about that?" he asks in reply.
"I heard you say it. Didn't you say that I have brain damage and some broken bones?"
"No, I was thinking that as I read your file," he say back to me, starting to walk away from me.
My parents backed up some too and now I am really worried about what is going on.
"Give me one second to talk to another doctor and I will be right back," the doctor says to me.
The doctor comes in with another doctor and the start to whisper things back and forth and I can't hear a thing they are saying.  As they continue to whisper the world starts to fade black.
I keep going in and out of conscious and the doctors tell me next time I am awake that they can't operate on me or I will die. I have a chance of living for a year if they don't but it could only be a few days.
I stay in the hospital for many more days. The doctors voices always in my head. The thoughts of the patients nearby echo in my head too. My life became gradually less and less to live for and I could tell the end was near.  I was barely awake half the time and my brain was already dying.  The last thing I can type is this: How can my life be so dull until the day I have to die. This is the end and I feel to young to die in this dull and boring hospital. I wanted to live a long and full life but this is the end in now.

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Now lots of my stuff has been poems lately but I am still working on my horror story beginning and I am starting to write a story with 3 of my friends and that one is going to take awhile. I have added comments at the end of some of my stuff sort of explaining what I wrote about or an insight of how I write. Comment my stuff and try to tell me what you think. I NEED FEEDBACK!

Poem - Fight

Your smell lingers
Your voice still rings in my ears
I can see you standing down the street
Your warmth surrounds me
But yet you are still not here
Gone away to fight for me
To fight a battle to save me
I sit and worry
I pray for you to come back
Come back and tell me it is going to be alright
I want to hold your hand and never let go
But yet I know it will take some time
Time away from you, makes time so slow
Only worry fills my heart
My love for you can't be stopped
Don't let this be your last fight
Come back to fight for me
Come back to hold me tight

Poem - So Far Below

For all the things we went through.
Memories come and go.
Hoping to live through these past thoughts.
Why do I seem a step below?

Why did you leave this place forever?
Left sitting in my dreams.
Wallowing in my horrid pain.
This rips at my hearts seams.

I swear this is not the end yet.
Listening to the raven's crow.
Hear the echo of my many calls?
Why do I seem a step below?

Now I hope I find you here.
My hearts is back in one.
When I find you I shall end this.
This is how I won.

Here it comes, I won't stop it now.
I hope you feel really low.
As low as the dirt below my feet.
Why do I feel a step below?

The deed is done, you won't be back.
I hope you felt everything.
Felt the pain of this like I did.
Here is your golden ring.


This was written for my creative writing class.  Our assignment was to write a ballad with either alternating repeating lines or a chorus part. I chose the repeating line. The rhyming scheme was hard to use and I kept messing up the rhyme. I am really happy with the end result.  I did write this from the eyes of a character in a book I was reading at the time. Enjoy.

Poem - Winds

Gentle winds by me
Brush away the fear in mind
Whisper things of desire

I want to hear you
Disguise the fears inside
Hope swells up in me

Fear takes over my heart
Surround me in your gentle hold
Pass your strength to me

You break down my fears
You begin to leave me alone
The leaves call you now

Nearby you go to
Leaves fall to surround my feet
The wind stops blowing


This was written for my creative writing class. I decided that I really want to personify the wind as I started out.  I really liked writing the haiku's because of how simple they are but it was hard to find the right amount of syllables to make the point come across.    

Poem - Falls Faster

I feel as if the world keeps falling.
Falling faster and faster.
Can't stop now,
let it go, faster now.
When it collides it will all be done.
Falling faster towards rock bottom,
rock bottom - that's where I lay.
I lay in fear, in anger, and in confusion.
Waiting for this world to collide.
Fall on this place,
join me at rock bottom.
The low of the low,
fall faster towards me now.
Just keep falling now.
I will try to catch you now.
Can't say for sure,
hope I can.
I am rock bottom,
the all time low.
Only trying to pull myself back
up but here comes the world.
Falling faster now
                          falling
                                   on
                                       top
                                            of
                                                me.



This one was written in my AP English class while the teacher was lecturing on essay writing.  This is one of the few poems I actually wrote about my own feelings.  I was having a bad morning that turned into a great afternoon.

Poem - Senior

How does life move on this way?
   Yesterday seemed like just seconds ago.
Years have only been days.
    Now I look back at it all.

To think back, that was me just a few years past.
   Lost and in a whole new place.
Now to look around and to not see familiar faces
   To mistake people in a crowd, to remember they are gone.

To look down on the years gone past.
   This is my closing year.
How did I make it this far without a doubt?
    Now I fear life after all of this.

Decisions cloud my mind
    What is next for my life?
I can't choose all my dreams
    Where do I go from here?

This is it, the end.
    I will sail off into the world.
My decisions will be up to me.
    Why is this is the beginning.

Short Story

When the shot is fired, you don’t feel anything, or hear anything. All you know is your life is near its end. You body crumbles and you lay there as the blood pools and the light fades from your sight.
This is how my life ended, well more like my try at ending it.

I woke up in the hospital room with many eyes looking down at me. My mom had a death grip on one hand and my girlfriend was holding the other one. My dad stood across the room looking at me with anger and relief. Doctors and nurses scrambled in and out of the room like ants, and a selection of doctors stood near the door looking at me. Looking at their notes, then whispering to each other and then writing on their notes.
“I can’t believe what happened. I prayed it would work this time. The gun was perfectly placed. I can’t believe my life got more fucked up,” I thought to myself as I managed to make a stressed smile.
“How are you feeling?” my mom asked me.
I mumbled out “My chest sort of hurts when I breathe.”
“I know baby,” replied my mom, as she brushes my hair back, “Why were you playing with the gun any way?” she asked as my dad’s look became worse.
Now I am thinking, “What do I say to her? I want to end my life. My life is so screwed up and there is nothing she can do to help. The problem is caused when she tries to help. When she and Dad argue it makes my head spin, my blood boil. Some days I have thought about taking them both out, taking the gun I took to myself and pointing it at them….No, I could never tell them what I feel. My mom’s heart would break. My dad would dismiss my thought and then tell me I don’t have enough balls to point the gun at him. No…he would say to point the gun at any one. Well did I prove him wrong? I pulled the trigger on the imperfect son, the son who was going no where in life. Well did I prove him wrong?”
“I was just messing around and it just went off,” I simply said to my mom.
My dad’s glare softened, not a whole lot but enough for better comfort. I looked him in the eye and gave him a small smile hinting at “I AM SORRY!”
I know later that I am going to be beaten to the inch of my life and he won’t let me die, making me unhappy and it seems like, them too. I glanced at my girlfriend as fresh tears rolled down her face. The glisten in her pretty blue eyes made me look away. “I can’t believe she came here. I told her that my life was ending. I can’t watch her cry like this,” I thought, “I most-likely broke her heart as well.”
I laid there, hoping for a drug induced sleep, just to get away from it all. All the tears and sadness surround me and make my brain want to explode. “I need silence and a stress-free environment, but with my luck, I can’t expect it to happen. Oh well, damn it all.” I thought.
When I finally drifted back to sleep, I remembered the day. I stood on the back porch of our two story house and pulled the gun out of its case. I put it on the wooden picnic table and went in the house. I double checked every room, no one was home. I took our dog, Woody, and locked him in my room. I then ran back to the porch and picked up the gun. I slowly walked to the side of the porch where you couldn’t see me as well. I silently said “Dear God, sorry for ending my life this way but it had to be done.” I lifted the gun and placed it right over my heart and pulled the trigger.
I woke up and sat right up, sweating. It must have been the middle of the night. All the lights where out and my family was gone. I looked around but couldn’t get myself to get up and explore the building. I laid there in the silence for hours. Nurses came and went until I finally asked for the drugs. I couldn’t sleep and that was the only way. When the nurse came in and gave me the drugs, they put me in a peaceful sleep.
I was stuck in the hospital for weeks. People came and went and I saw more of my family than ever before.
At home I hardly ever see my parents. Dad was always working, being a lawyer and all. Case after case he works. If some one killed some one or some one stole some thing, he would stand up and have them plead not guilty. He is as much of a liar as me. My mom on the other hand is a third grade teacher. She basically lives in the home office. She plans projects, class work, readings, and grades papers. My time is spent in my room. My music blaring so everyone can hear it and my computer was on 24/7. My parents don’t really have control over me and I have a problem with authority. I never do my homework and I pay my little brother to do my chores. I go days without sleeping and I don’t care if I don’t eat. Mom never makes dinner. I normally eat a bowl of cereal for dinner and this started at a young age. When my routines became habit, I never gave it a second thought.
School on the other hand is a cosmic black hole of drama. People are constantly causing problems. The rumor mill never has a break and I was a hot topic when I tried to kill myself the first two times. I wasn’t really known before or in-between these times. I haven’t been caught in the rumor mill since my last try at ending my life.


The first try, oh what a happy memory. My mom stopped me this time. I heard her walk up the stairs and head toward her office. I took a deep breath and was about to put the rope around my neck as I heard her change directions. “Damn!” I thought as I heard her say “Trey. I am coming in. I need to ask you something.”
I quickly swung the rope back into the closet and closed the door. I jumped into my computer chair and acted like I was doing homework of some sort. “Today is not my day,” I think. Still to this day I wonder why she ever came into my room to ask “Do you need any laundry cleaned?”
She doesn’t do my laundry and she never comes in my room. I guess she just delayed the up and coming. I couldn’t do it later; I lost all of my courage to do it.


The second time was an even better memory. Stabbing myself in the leg and catching the femoral artery just right would allow me to bleed out and die in ten seconds. Ah….the joys of anatomy class. As I was looking at the knife selection located conveniently in my kitchen. My loving dog, Woody, came in and I sat down a petted him for one last time. When Woody left, I got up and choose my weapon of choice. Just as I was putting the knife on the counter to prepare myself, Dad walked in. “Shit. I have to wait now,” I thought as I pulled out a cutting board from the rack.
“What are you cutting up son?” he asked.
“Strawberries,” I replied, praying that we had some. We did and I thanked God for it. I started to cut them as my dad started small talk. We sat down when I was done and ate the strawberries as he continued to talk to me. I thought “Why is he doing this? We don’t ever get along. Is he pulling a prank on me?” I guess we I will never know now. By the time we finished “talking” I decided to wait till later and then attempt it.
Later, when no one was around, I stabbed myself in the leg. I missed the artery. “Thank you, good for nothing anatomy class,” I thought later on. I did bleed, I bled a lot. My dad found me unconscious on the floor of the kitchen. He called 9-1-1 and I woke up a few days later staring at the hospital ceiling. “Aren’t I the luckiest person alive,” I thought.


Luck? This is defiantly not me. All I know is that I can’t make life better for my family. I am always in the hospital. The nurses all know me by name and I should be talking to a physiologist about my problems. My problems range from depression to addiction.
When I wake up on my first day back home, I try and imagine that I wasn’t back home just yet. Home means school, pain and anger. I don’t want to be here. I want to be all alone, yet my dreams don’t pull through.
When I awoke, I awoke to my mom’s yelling. “Trey? Are you getting up?” I heard, as I rolled on to my side. On the clock it said “6:30.”
“It can’t be 6:30 already,” I say to myself. I got out of be and walked to the closet. I looked at my small selection of clothes and choose a pair of jeans and a black band shirt. I slip on my old black shoes and head downstairs. My mom had put a bowl on the counter filled with Froot Loops and put the milk next to it. I walk over and sat on the barstool.
“Good morning sweetie,” my mom tells me as she pours her coffee.
“Good morning,” I mumbled back to her and poured my milk into my bowl.
I ate most of my cereal in silence until my younger brother came down stairs. He looked almost exactly like me; chocolate brown hair with a slight tinge of blonde, brown eyes that have golden speckles and come and go with moods, and a perfect smile to die for. Our looks where about all that were the same. He dressed completely different than me but yet the resemblances are still there. He wore a pair of jeans, a light blue polo, and a nice pair of shoes.
I looked like I just woke up and he was all pampered. School wasn’t a high priority for me but it was for him. Our views on culture differed and our opinions in college are vastly different. My parents obviously like Miles more than I but I don’t let that bother me too much.
I never really got along with Miles and we both agreed to disagree.


When my brother, Miles, started to talk to Dad about work stuff, I got up and put my bowl in the sink and went back up stairs. In my room I grabbed my almost empty backpack and I headed back down stairs to leave.
“Bye,” I call from the front door,”See you all later.”
I missed the bus on purpose and walked to school. I got there as the first bell rang. I headed into the school and as I entered the front door everyone parted like the Red Sea. I walked down the path intended for me. All their eyes drilled me and their whispers barely reached my ears. As I continued down the hall my eyes linked with a set of crystal blue eyes filled with joy and sadness. Her reddish brown hair flowed behind her as she walked up to me. She reached for my hand and grabbed hold. She stood on her tip toes and whispers in my ear “Welcome to reality, baby.”
I turned my head and kissed her passionately and said “Reality sucks.”
We continued to talk as we walked down the hall to her class. When we arrived outside her classroom she said “See ya later.”
I let go of her hand and replied “Bye Mackenzie.”
I watched her walk into her science class and I headed off to math. I walked in the door as the tardy bell rang and I wondered to the back of the room to sit with Scott and Jordan.
“Dude, I heard that you tried again,” Scott said looking at me with disbelief.
“Yeah, same here dude. What’s that all about?” Jordan said adding in his look of wonder.
“Why did I try the first two times?” I replied as I pulled out my paper and giving them the “are-you-stupid” look.
They both rolled their eyes and looked back at the teacher. She talked about sine, cosine, and tangent all class and I tried to catch up on the notes.
As school progressed for the day, things became more normal. Lunch was the typical cruddy crap they give us every day and the last few classes dragged by with no hope of speeding up.
As I left the school to head home, I heard Scott and Jordan coming up behind me.
“So….how was your life back at this dismal school?” Jordan asked.
“Did you really have to ask that? It is school,” I replied with little emotion.
“We are going out and partying tonight, are you going to come along?” Scott asked me.
“Come on, we can party because you are still alive and with us,” Jordan said before I could answer.
“I guess I can come. What time?” I asked.
“Awesome,” Scott said.
“We will come get you,” Jordan said.
When I got home, I walked into my house and dropped my stuff on the living room floor. Woody ran up to me and started to bark. “What do you want?” I asked playfully as I ruffed up his sandy brown fur.
Woody started to bark at me and I ran toward the sliding door to let him outside. He ran circles around my feet and started to jump up and down because I just stood next to the door. I opened the door and Woody sprinted out the door and chased a blue bird across the yard.
I gathered my stuff from the living room and went to the kitchen to grab some food to bring to my room. I grabbed a bag of potato chips and a two liter of Pepsi. I let Woody back in when he stood at the door and started to bark at me.
I headed back up stairs with all my stuff and Woody followed me. No one else was home this afternoon so I turned up my surround sound system louder than normal and just lay down on the bed. Woody jumped up on the bed and joined me for a nap. My cell phone started to ring after about twenty minutes of napping.
I rolled off the bed and grabbed my phone, “Hello?” I asked still in a daze.
“Hey, we are waiting outside your house. We rang your doorbell and you didn’t answer. Are you coming or what?” Scott asked me.
“I am coming,” I replied sleepily.
I went down stairs and Woody came bounding after me. I went to the front door and he tried to come too. “Stay Woody. Stay,” I said as I petted his head.
Woody started to whine as I closed the door.
“No, Woody you can’t come with,” I said with patience.
I ran out to Scott’s car and sat next to Mackenzie in the back seat. She slide next to me and sat in my lap. I wrapped my arms around her and she leaned back against my chest and drifted to sleep. I looked out the window over her wind whipped hair and waited for us to arrive.
When we got to Scott’s house, I nudged Mackenzie and she woke up. She looked at up at me and smiled. I opened the door and she climbed out and I followed close behind.
When we walked to the house, I saw a lot of people crammed inside the house. We walked in and weaved in-between people to an empty place. People were crowed around a table, I assumed, that had the alcohol located at it. Mackenzie ran off when she saw a few of her friends and left me to hang with Scott and Jordan.
“Come on,” Jordan said, “We aren’t going to party in here.”
“Okay,” I said, understanding what he was talking about and looking around for Scott.
We headed out behind the house and to the shed. Scott had laid out the stash and began to light up. Jordan and I went over and started in on it.
As I pulled in my first few breathes, my mind started to buzz, the buzz overwhelmed me and I let my mind drift away. All the pain went away as well as my common sense. I was as happy as I could be.


After an hour in the shed, we headed back inside. Scott and Jordan started to flirt with a crowd of girls and I left them. I walked off to find Mackenzie. I found her. She had a crowd of guys all around her and she didn’t seem to mind. They kept touching her and pulling her close to them and she would just giggle. Then she saw me. “Hey babe,” she said, alcohol floating off her breath.
“What do you mean ‘babe’? Doesn’t look you care any more,” I said trying to remain calm.
“These guys don’t mean anything. Nothing at all. You’re the only one who makes my heart beat,” she said as she moved closer and leaned on me.
“Really? For some reason I don’t believe you,” I said as I pushed her off and started to walk towards the door.
She grabbed my shoulder and said “What does that mean?”
“Don’t play stupid. What do you think it means you bitch?” I replied as I shrugged her hand off my shoulder.
“Whatever! You will be crawling back to me. Begging me to be your girlfriend!” she yelled at me as tears welled in her eyes.
“I wasted enough time. Four years was plenty for me,” I shouted back, right before I slammed the door. I sat on the porch and waited for a little bit before I left for home.


I walked back to my house. “This is one really long walk,” I think. I finally did get home, everyone was asleep. My mind felt asleep already but in its dim haze, I couldn’t tell what my body wanted me to do.
I walked through a misty haze for the next few days. I went with out a care and my life was all good.
When the high began to come down, my life cam more into focus. My life sucks and I just get on a high to run away from it. I know my mom and my dad will never find out about it and I don’t care if any one else does. I am just trying to run away.
As many days go by with out the marijuana, I can tell my addiction is getting worse. I need it and my body is screaming to be put up on a high. My only way to survive is through a high. I just can’t get to my stash any time soon.
Scott and Jordan finished it all off with out me and now we can’t afford to buy any more for awhile. We all know that stealing the money from our parents takes months to do and stealing it all at once will give us away.
Miles has driven me crazy because my head hurts from the lack of drugs and he is always practicing his instrument till 10 o’clock at night and my parents praise him for his dedication. I have never been as close to strangling him in my life.
Weeks go by and I know I am getting closer to insanity. I haven’t had my drug and my rate of suicide goes up and up as time goes by. I don’t know how much longer I can go. Miles has noticed the change in my behavior and is now after me. He hasn’t told our parents just yet and he has that look in his eye every morning when we are around them that he is going to do it. I just wish he would just tell them. Telling them will probably help me out more but my common sense goes against it all the way. I know that eventually they will find out on their own and all will be done with.
A couple more days went by and my mom had to leave for the weekend for a teacher’s convention and Miles had a band trip. My dad and I were left alone with each other all weekend. I tried to find a place to go but Scott was on a family trip and Jordan was sick and throwing up. I got stuck at my house.
“Come down here boy!!” I hear my dad scream above my music.
I turn off my music and slowly travel down the stairs. I know what is to come. I am going to be beaten. When I round the corner to the living room I see him standing there looking at me with anger in his eyes.
“You know what is coming. So why don’t you take this and I will let you go without too much physical damage,” he said with slight happiness in his voice.
“You know that sounds very tempting but I am not going to let you beat me with out a fight,” I said sternly hoping to get my point across. I pray that that year in karate will help me now. It has helped me before but knowing that he knows that I know that, he will probably do something to defend that.
I turned and ran. I ran into the kitchen and jumped on the counter.
“Really, son? There were much better places to hide in,” he says as he comes closer.
I leap off the counter and over his head. I land and run. I run into my brother’s room and grab his wooden sword. I dove under the bed and waited. My dad walked in not much later and looked around for me. When I watched his feet get close to me I rolled to the other side of the bed and started to wiggle out. By the time I got out from underneath the bed he was crouched down, looking under the bed for me. I jumped across the bed and swung the sword into his back and watched him crumble onto the floor in pain.
“Get back here you little brat!” he yelled with no pauses.
I ran into the living room and yelled “You haven’t given up yet have you?” I stood on the coffee table, sword in hand, and waited for him to come back down.
He appeared at the top of the stairs with a grimace on his face. “This is not good,” I say as I run to the sliding door in the kitchen. I opened the door and ran to the side of the house and started my climb up the side of the house. I climbed up the gate for the vines that ran to the low section of the roof. When I got to the top I jumped up and grabbed the higher section of the roof and sat beside the chimney.
“Are you done now son? I was just getting started,” he yelled up at me as I heard the gun click.
I slid to the middle of the roof and slide feet first down towards my dad in the back yard. I looked at him as he started toward the door to go back inside. Woody was running around the yard chasing our neighbor’s cat. Woody stopped and starting smelling, he spotted me and started to bark loudly. My dad turned around and looked up at me. I smiled and waved as I turned around and scrambled up to the roof to the other side.
I heard the bullet hit right below my foot, I didn’t bother to look and see what had happened. I finally leaped over the peak and slide down and sat above the front door. I lay down on the roof and just stared at the dim sky as the sun was setting. When night finally set, I went across the roof and to my window. I left it open a crack. I hung down by my feet and opened it the rest of the way. I sat back up and slipped into my room feet first.
I went to my bed and went to flop down but Woody suddenly sat up and licked my arm.
“Come on Woody,” I said as I patted my leg.
Woody happily bounded off the bed and followed me to the door. We quietly go down stairs and I grabbed the leash off the end of the handrail. I click his leash into place and head out the front door. Woody ran ahead to the end of his leash and tried to drag me along. I lead Woody to the nearby park and brought him to the bark park. I let Woody go and he started to run around smelling things. I walked to a near by bench and watched him for awhile. Woody was playing in the trees and every time a branch with leaves on it landed on his head, he tried to eat the leaves. When he saw me watching him, he leaped over the nearby log and bounded toward me. He barked at me playfully and started to nudge me with his nose.
After a few hours, I brought Woody back home and went up to hide in my room. I locked the door and planned on spending the rest of the weekend in there. When morning came, I didn’t move even though I heard my dad. When my mom came home she asked “How was your weekend?”
“Nothing really happened, but Trey needs to visit a mental hospital because he attacked me,” my dad replied.
My anger rose the more he spoke, I yelled “I can’t believe you!”
I paced around my room and waited for my parents to leave for the afternoon. As lunch approached, they finally left for their lunch. After they left, I roamed around the house. Miles came home before my parents and he asked me “Where are Mom and Dad?”
“Gone, thank God. Dad is a psycho path,” I replied, barely looking at him.
“He isn’t a psycho path. What could he have possibly done to you? You probably caused whatever it was,” he stated as harshly and sternly as possible.
“I didn’t do anything,” I said as I stood up, “He tried to beat me up, so I defended myself with your wooden sword and then he tried to kill me!” I yelled back.
“I thought you wanted to die?” Miles asked as he sat down with a smile on his face.
“I wish to die by my own hand, not his,” I replied quickly.
“It would be the same thing. Admitting defeat to life because you are too weak to survive,” Miles said promptly.
“You don’t know what you are talking about!” I yelled as I leaped over the coffee table, “It is none of your business of what goes on in my life.”
“Please don’t hurt me,” Miles said mockingly.
“This won’t hurt a bit,” I replied as I lunged at him. I wrapped my fingers around his throat and started to choke him. As I started to fell his breathing decrease and his pulse slow, I heard the front door open. My dad pulled me off him and brought me to my room. My mom called an ambulance for my brother and the cops for me.

The mental hospital became my playground. Kids with worse stories than mine all meet in one place. People to convince and to learn from all within in my reach. Cliques are formed and rumors fly all around but to start out I couldn’t leave my room. I saw peering eyes through the window and saw people talking and pointing at me. I was the new animal in their insane zoo.
I talked to the physiologist but never really opened up about it all. I told them about my tried attempts at suicide and my drug addiction but the rest stayed nice and safe in my own mind. Family problems and social problems were all mine to deal with.
As weeks went by, I was allowed to socialize with other people. My time was normally spent in a secluded area of the room, not wanting to talk to any one. I was waiting to go back to my room and spend quality time with just me.
Every morning, they gave me an anti-depressant, to help me become a happier person, and something to calm the addiction monster. I kept the anti-depressant but took the other stuff. The anti-depressant was stored away with my stuff in the drawers next to my very small cot.


I don’t know what drove this act but a lot of things happened that week. I have always been for treating a girl right even if they are a bitch.
As I headed for lunch, like every day, I noticed five guys standing in one of the rec rooms on the way there. They were all standing in a circle around what seemed to be some girl and they all seemed a little bit too happy. I should have gone on my “happy” way and gone to lunch but I decided to see what was going on.
They all looked at each other as I walked in the room. “This wasn’t a good idea,” I thought but I kept on walking. “What are you guys doing?” I asked as I looked at the whimpering girl on the floor.
One of the guys stepped in the way of my sight and said “Why does it matter?”
“It doesn’t really,” I said back.
“Then leave,” One of the other guys said.
“No, I don’t think I will. I want to watch television in here,” I replied and sat on the couch.
The guys came up behind me and started to flip the couch as I leaped up and punched one in the face. The other four grabbed me and pinned me to the wall.
“Now you can watch her suffer,” the leader of the group said.
He walked up to her and started to kick her and push her around. She screamed and cried “Please don’t do this.”
He then started to mess around with his belt. Before he got much farther I worked my hand into my pocket and grabbed the paper clip and stabbed the guy closest to me with it. He cried out “What the hell!?” and pushed me farther into the wall.
I grunted and tried to get away but I knew I couldn’t do anything for this girl. This was one on my worst choices yet.
The guy dropped his pants and I closed my eyes. I heard her yell and cry. There was nothing I could do to help her until they let me go. I prayed that someone would hear her but I think the door was closed after I walked in. The guilt was eating me up and I know I was the next one to suffer.
When he was done with her he came to me and punched my in the gut a couple times and said “Don’t ever let me see your face around me again.”
I crumbled to the ground and waited for them to leave. After they were gone I crawled over to her and tried to help but she kept on yelling “Don’t touch me!”
I kept on trying to help but I understood where she came from. I finally went unconscious because of the blood loss.

When I came to I was lying in my room and there was a security guard sitting in the corner of the room. I sat up and asked “Why am I back in here?”
He jumped slightly and said “You are going to isolation soon.”
“What for?!” I shouted back in confusion.
“You will find out.”
I sat and waited for the director to come and explain to me what I did wrong. When he did arrive he didn’t tell me anything but “Come with me.”
I stood up and after he walked out the door, I went to my drawers and grabbed my anti-depressants and put them in my pocket.
He led me to the far hallway and brought me to one of the many white rooms. He said “You need to sit in here and think about what you did to that girl.”
“I didn’t do anything to her. I was trying to save her. It was a group of guys that did that to her. I swear I didn’t do anything. Please don’t do this to me,” I pleaded.
“Just think about what you have done,” he said back.
I walked into the room and did as I was told. The room had pads every where and I doubted I could get out of here anytime soon so I did what was last resort. I grabbed the 30 some odd anti-depressants and dry swallowed them whole. I lay down on the ground and waited till the end. The end was all that I needed after writing this last story of my life.

Misfit Story - Imperfection

In this town I live in, Pleasantville, I stick out like a sore thumb. Everyone and everything is perfect. Not “perfect” but perfect, all the kids get good grades, no problems ever happen, the sports teams always win, but yet there is me. I like to rebel against our perfect lives. I break school rules on purpose and I trash the places I go to. I see all of the imperfections, mine are just out in the open. My drum’s just on a different beat.
By the way, my name is Justin Holloway, I have always been the rebel and I haven’t quite figured out why my parents moved here. My older brother, Timothy, is one of the star football players along with his friends; Michael, Matthew, and Jason.
School to me has always been a drag. Here we wear uniforms and are required to walk to school. I live on the farthest corner of the neighborhood from the school. I normally ride my skateboard or roller blade to school. These last few months of my junior year have been interesting. More and more things have happened in this perfect town.
It all started in early January. When the football team won the championship game and they came back and celebrated. That Tuesday was the worse ever.
“Well Justin, we won again,” Timothy said, ego blown out to god-only-knows-where.
“Well Timmy, I Don’t Care,” I replied with enough emphasize to get my point across.
“Well it is my senior year and we won all 4 years I have been going to this school,” Timothy tells me in return.
“Whatever,” I said as I grabbed my skateboard.
“You aren’t supposed to take that with you!” I hear Timothy yell down the stairs.
“Shut Up Timmy!!!” I yelled back up the stairs at him. “Hey Caddy,” I said sweetly to my little sister as she sat in her play pen. She looked up at me with her great blue eyes and I picked her up. “Mom, Caddy needs breakfast,” I yelled down the hall at my mom.
“Her baby food is in the pantry,” I hear yelled down the hall back at me.
I sat Caddy down in her highchair and I went to the pantry to get her food.
“Why must you call Candace, Caddy?” my mom asks as she is putting her last ear ring in.
“I like Caddy better,” I replied and started to feed her.
“Well I am headed to the diner. Dad is taking Candace to the church with him today,” Mom told me as she walked toward the door.
As I finish feeding Caddy, Dad walks into the kitchen. “Is Candace fed?” my dad asks in haste to leave.
“Yes, I just finished up,” I replied.
“You are going to be late. You need to leave now,”
“I am going to go and finish getting ready and then I am going to leave, see you later,” I said as I started toward the stairs.
“You are ready. You have on your sweater and tie, your white button up shirt, dress shoes and your slacks. Just grab you backpack and go,”
“It is upstairs,” I said as I ran up stairs to change before I left for school.
I got rid of my sweater and rolled the sleeves of my white button up shirt. I undid my tie but kept it around my neck. I also took off my dress shoes and put on my old black converse. I grabbed my backpack and my drum sticks. When I got to the front door I grabbed my skateboard and went on my way to a wonderful day.
I boarded to school as always and as I was rounding the corners of the streets weaving up and down the neighborhood’s roads. I passed by my brother and his friend, Matthew, but they we’re waiting outside Matthew’s house as Alice ran out of the house.
I quickly swerved in front of them and made my brother mad as I quickly went to the other side of the street. I heard a faint yell behind me as I turned onto a new street.
I continued on my daily route along the streets of the neighborhood. I finally arrived at the school 10 minutes late. I rode into the school and into my class. I got off my board and walked to my desk.
“Justin, you are late again!” Mr. Burkes yells at me, his face turning cherry red.
“Yeah, I know,” I said back, waiting for him to be done talking to me.
“Next time, the principal’s office,” he says as I mouth it along with him.
I drop into my desk and drop my head on the desk and start to doze off. I hear tapping on my desk so I look up over my arms. The person in front of me was trying to pass back the tests. As Mr. Burkes discusses how the test is laid out, I started and finished the test. I raised my hand.
“Yes Justin?” Mr. Burkes asks with annoyance in his voice.
“I finished. Do you want me to bring it to you now or at the end of class?” I say as my voice is dripping with sarcasm.
“It doesn’t matter, do as you please,” Mr. Burkes tells me as he rolls his eyes.
I get up and grab my stuff, I walk up to him and hand him my paper. “Have a nice day,” I say with a forced smile on my face.

I walk to the door and drop my skateboard; I get on my board and ride off through the hallways. I spend time in the library, before everyone’s study hall, reading and thinking about my “town hall spray painting” plan. I eventually went outside to the bleachers behind the school. I hear the bell all the way out at the football field but yet I don’t move yet.
“Science class….yay,” I say aloud to myself with sarcasm, “but I do get to see Ms. Nighy this block.” I get down from the top of the bleachers and head toward the school. I walk back through the back door and through the hallways and to my science class, with 10 minutes missing from class. “I have another test in here,” I think to myself, “Why is today test day? Test Tuesday.”
I stare at my science teacher and I look at her forest green eyes. My eyes start to glaze over after a few minutes of listening to her nonchalant voice. My mind starts to shut down and I start to drift to sleep.
“Justin? Justin? Are you listening to me?” Ms. Nighy’s asks as her voice floats across the room.
“Yeah….yeah,” I say as my mind comes back to class from my short nap.
“Well then, what was I telling the class about?” she says as she flashes me a smile and a look in her eye that says “You don’t know.”
I quickly look over the board and at what is on my desk. “Science,” I reply while I continue to build up knowledge of the current topic.
“Really? Isn’t that what class we are in right now?” she says with an annoyed look in her eyes now.
“Yea, we are in science and we are talking about ionic compounds and balancing equations,” I reply and show her a smirk.
“Okay, you do know what we are talking about then,” she said directed towards me, “Time for the test class.”
She hands out the tests and everyone starts but me. I put my head on the desk and I start to doodle on my spare piece of paper, not even bothering to look at my test.
With twenty minutes to spare at the end of class, everyone else is still working so I decided to start. The multiple choice was really easy and the essay, even easier. I walk up and place my test on her desk and give her a smile.
The bell rang for third block as I grabbed my stuff and headed out the door. The halls were flooded with people all wearing the same thing and carrying close to the same things.
My dyed fire engine red tips on my short, spiky black hair made me stick out. My skateboard was attached to my backpack and my tie was completely undone. The principal knows me by name and she sees me all the time, and yet I continue to do what I normally do.
I arrive at the library for study hall five minutes late. Our teacher for study hall is Coach Bob and he yells at me “Go see Principal Freeman now!”
I walk up to him instead and I hand him a brown paper bag with a few Little Debbie cakes inside. I pat him on the shoulder and smile at him and start my journey to the office. I stopped at a row of tables no more than 3 feet from the coach and I take my backpack off. I remove my board from the straps and place it on the table. All the students at the table looked up at me and gave me the “What in the hell are you doing look?” I jumped up onto the table and got on my board. I rode down the table over people’s stuff if they didn’t move it and I jumped off the end of the table and rode out the open door. I rode all the way to the office and I got off and walked into the office. I walked right past the secretary and into the principal’s office, knowing that no one was going to be there. I placed a bright, shiny, red apple on her desk and I sat down in her chair.
I sat there and looked around at the pictures of her kids and her husband. I tried to place any new things, but there was nothing new to see. Pictures of the family were on the desk and filing cabinets. A small tree was snuggly resting in the corner behind me. Her light mahogany desk made an L in the room. The longest part was against the wall to my right and the shorter part was right in front of me. I looked at the door a little bit longer, waiting for her to come back. I noticed on the computer screen that she had all the grades listed on the screen. I was going to change Timothy’s grades but she walked into the office before I could do it. I quickly got up and jumped over her desk and sat in the chair meant for me. She walked in and I said “Hello. How has your day been?” trying to be nice.
“Justin, how many times are we going to have to do this?” she asked as she rolled her eyes knowing the answer to come.
“I don’t know. As many times as I get sent here,” I replied with a smile on my face.
“Well let’s go through the riot act now. The rules you have broken to my knowledge in the student manual are:” she says as she pulls out the student manual,” 1) All students must wear school uniform during school hours, 2) Students must show up at school at exactly 7:30, 3) Students must be in class on time, 4) Students are not permitted skateboards, roller blades, cars, etc….”
I started to zone out after the forth rule broken. I hear the same list every time I arrive in the principal’s office. As she starts to end her speech, I come back to reality.
“…I don’t want to see you in my office for the rest of the day,” she says staring at me with her green eyes.
“Can do boss lady,” I reply as I grab my stuff. “It is too late to go back to third block,” I think to myself and I head for the back of the school.
I head back out behind the school and sit in the bleachers. I go over today’s rule breaking charade and I start a list of all the rules I broke over the day to bring to the principal later. When the bell finally rang for forth block, I had a list of nine school rules broken so far today, but if I repeated some of the rules I broke, there would be a lot more.
I headed back to the school to meet, Mr. Nile for history class. My monotone teacher that I absolutely can’t stand to be around.
I dozed off as Mr. Nile started to discuss World War II. When I finally got bored of sleeping and being in that class, I got up and went to leave.
“Where are you going,” asked Mr. Nile, his voice unchanging.
“I don’t know, some place that is not here,” I say as I look around the room at the other students. “See ya later Mr. Nile,” I say with a nod.
He raises the volume as he says “Come back here,” as I walk down the hall.
I ignored him and then started to skip down the hallway just to mock his lack of authority.
As I round the corner, I decide to head to the cafeteria for a late lunch considering I was outside at that time.
I skipped math with Mrs. Johnson and attempted to skip P.E. but the coaches finally found me sitting at the very top of the bleachers.
“Hey you!....Tim’s brother, get down here!” he yelled up at me.
“I am not going by ‘Tim’s Brother’ and last time I checked my name was Justin,” I yelled back.
“Come down here,” the coach yells at me from the field.
“I don’t think so,” I yelled back and I sat back down and pulled out my MP3 player and pulled out my list and added that to it. I read my list:

1) Disobeyed teachers (4 times)
2) Skipped class (once)
3) Left class early (3 times)
4) Skateboarded in the halls (6 times)
5) Arrived to class late (4 times)
6) Inappropriate clothes
7) Talking back to the teacher (3 times)
8) Showed up at school late
9) Skateboard at the school
10) Slept in class (3 times)
11) Had my MP3 player out on the school grounds

I decide that my list is good enough to turn in at the last bell, I probably missed some stuff for the day but all is good.
As the last bell rang for the day, I ran down the bleachers and started toward the back doors. I avoided the coaches because I knew what was to come if I got caught. I dropped my skateboard, which rolled in front of me, and I jumped on and rode on through the school to the office. I knocked on the door and dropped to my knees and slipped my list under the door before anyone answered. I heard some talking behind the door but I ignored all of their conversation. I continued to travel through the school’s hallways and then headed home.
When I arrived home, I ran straight upstairs and dropped my stuff on the floor. I changed into my jeans and Breaking Benjamin t-shirt and grabbed my skateboard and left before the drama of the household began.
Around 9 o’clock, I had to come home. I needed food but I doubted there was going to be any for me tonight. “Mom? What’s for dinner?” I yelled as I closed the door behind me.
“You’re late again. Dinner is put away,” she yells back.
I look at my dad almost asleep with a beer in his hand as he is watching the news. Caddy is no where to be seen and Timothy was probably still out partying with the rest of the football team. I walk into the kitchen and my mom asks with a sneer on her face “What are you doing here you good for nothing creep?”
“I am looking for food,” I reply as I roll my eyes and look in the pantry.
“Dinner is over. Come home earlier for now on and you might get food,” she says without softening her glare.
“Well fine, I will go without food and not eat,” I yell back as I head up the stairs and slam my door.
The next few days go by quick and the same events happened everyday. Friday, my plans were set into action. I went to the town hall around 1 o’clock in the morning. I grabbed my skateboard and my stash of spray paint. Before I left I grabbed my head lamp and throw all my stuff out the window. Dressed in all black, I jump out the window and collect all my stuff. I run into the deep black night and start to skate off. As I leave the neighborhood, I turn on my head lamp and ride across the empty main street and to the small side street that leads to town hall.
I grab my red spray paint and cover a large section of the steps. I then grab my blue and make strips on top of that. Then I finally spray paint this in silver on top “’Madness is actually a sane response to an insane world’ –Stephanie Ericson”
I finished up and dumped the empty can of red spray paint in the dumpster near the diner and then rode back to my house. I sneak in through the bathroom window. As I was pulling the rope into the bathroom, I hear Timothy leave his room.
“Shit,” I silently mouth to myself. I hold my breath as he passes by the bathroom and I wait for him to head back to bed. I heard another door close so I opened the door and peeked my head out the door. I didn’t see him any where so I left the bathroom and sneaked to his room. He wasn’t there so I ran back to my room and dropped my stuff and changed back into my pajamas and went down stairs to see if he was still at the house. “Timmy isn’t here. He isn’t that perfect. Ha, ha Timmy,” I say quietly as I head back upstairs to my room.
I woke up and went down stairs. Every one was gone so I went back upstairs to get ready for school and so I can see my wonderful art work. I grabbed my roller blades and went over to town hall. The whole town was at the scene of the crime. As I try to see it, I avoid Timothy and when I see him with all his friends and Alice, I walk away quickly. I noticed that she looked tired and abused but she was playing her cheerleader role well.
The day goes on as always but there aren’t many problems. I didn’t have to see Principal Freeman at all today. As the day ended I put on my roller blades and decided to go around the school a couple times. After the third lap around I decided that I needed to torture Timothy just a bit more today. As I rounded the corner to the gym I saw Timothy with all the football players standing in a circle around some one. I heard a girl screaming in the background and I turned around quick.
When I go home later after a few hours of skating, I headed back to the house just in time to hear Timothy start to brag about something in the living room. I sneak in quietly and sit next to the wall near the living room and listen in.
“Did you hear her scream?” Timothy asked his friends.
“Yeah, the bitch deserved it all. She needed to be taught a lesson,” said one of the other guys.
“Alice is not a bitch, but she deserved to learn a lesson,” I think Matthew said back.
“Perfection is key in our society and she was lacking in some aspects,” I heard Timothy say back.
I left before I heard any more; I couldn’t believe what I heard from them. I couldn’t get the thoughts out of my head.
As weeks went by, so did some more of the sane parts of me. I over heard my mom on the phone talking about Caddy. She said something along the lines of “Candace is your daughter George, just accept that fact.”
I heard him mumble some stuff back and I heard her say “I couldn’t figure out how to tell you till now.”
My mom saw me standing in the kitchen. “You little creep! Get out of here right now!” she yelled as she took off her heel and threw it at me, “That is an invasion of privacy.”
I quickly left to my room to ponder this and I figured out that George owned the general store and I really didn’t know that much more about him.
I couldn’t find that much out about him but in mid-February, a girl came up to me and said “Are you Justin Holloway?”
“Yeah, why are you asking?” I asked her with a look of boredom on my face.
“I heard that you have a little sister named Candace,” she said in reply.
“So?” I asked.
“Is your father the father of your sister?”
“I am assuming so,” I said even though I know that isn’t true.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, why don’t you ask Timothy these questions?”
“I figured you would be more help because you are not as stuck up as he is,” she said in reply, and she turned around and walked away.
After that encounter I haven’t heard much more about Caddy but Alice has been big talk amongst the guys. All I hear about is how she is gaining weight and a bit more aggressive with the attitude.
My next attack on the town was to shut down the refrigeration to the freezes in the general store. I chose a day near the end of February and set my plan into action. After a long and boring day at school I went to the general store and saw the same girl who talked to me about Caddy. I sneaked by and into the employee’s only part of the store. I found the fuse box and shut down the needed power and then headed back out and unplugged the freezers. I chuckled lightly to myself as I grabbed a thing of ice cream and went to pay. The girl at the counter gave me a sincere look and said “Have a good day.”
I looked back confused and grabbed my stuff and left. As I was leaving I ran right into Alice who looked hungry and in a rush. I held the door open for her and then headed to the diner to start the plans for my next act of rebellion. I decided that the diner was not a good place to be because of (1) my mom’s never ending glare of disapproval, (2) the looks of confusion from everyone. I left as quickly as I came and went home to eat my ice cream. When I showed up at the house, Dad was already in his drinking act and Caddy was in her play pen. I asked “Dad, why do you have to drink? You know that isn’t good.”
“I don’t care, son. Why do you ask?” he asks me.
“No real reason I guess,” I reply and head to the stairs.
As the days have gone by I try my best to keep the insanity to a normal level but I am now not attending any of my classes really but for on test days. I keep to myself and learn things from all the gossip that must enter my ears. As early March comes, I decide that my diner prank should happen now. I plan everything out when I am in the library during my 4th block instead of history with Mr. Nile.
Saturday night, I got everything ready. My black clothes, head lamp and bike are all in their places and I go down stairs for dinner.
“Dinner has already been severed and you weren’t here so you don’t get any,” my mom says calmly as Timothy gives me a rewarding smile from the other side of the table.
“I don’t care what you say any more ‘Mom’. I am going to eat any way and you can’t stop me,” I say as I grab a plate and put food on it.
“Don’t you dare talk to me that way!”
“That is violating my right to freedom of speech. I will talk to you how ever I want to,” I said as I finished piling my plate with food and went to walk out. I heard a clang next to my head and I looked over. A steak knife was lodged in the wall and I looked back at my caring mom and said “I love you too,” through my gritted teeth.
I ran out at about midnight and went to the diner. I picked the lock on the door and went to the back room and grabbed the letters for the sign. I went back out front and put this up on the sign “perfection isn’t always what we are seeing” and I closed the lid on the sign and walked back into the building. I placed the letters on the shelf and I walked around in a circle and looked at what else was there. I grabbed the screw driver and then headed to the church. “Church is tomorrow and no one will expect this,” I think.
I use my church key to get in and I go straight to the sanctuary and start my long task. Pew after pew, every screw was loosened enough to drop when enough weight was placed on it. Every person in town, even me, came here for service. Being the pastor’s kid wasn’t always a fun thing but I never did dress for the occasion. I finished my dulling task at about 3 am and I rode my bike back home after I locked back up.
I got home and rolled into my bed around 4 am and I had to get up at 7 so I kind of just dozed in and out of sleep. In the morning I woke up and realized that I was running late. I grabbed the nearest clothes off the floor, clean or not, and ran down stairs. I grabbed a banana and ate it as I got on my board and rode to the church. I arrive just in time for the people to come in and sit down. My dad is looking at me with slight anger in his eyes but for the most part his golden brown eyes look spaced out. I watch as the pews start to bend in the middle and the screws loosen even more. I was just waiting for the big push on some of them and then it started. The first few pews broke as the last people sat down and then it was like a domino effect and the rest fell just after. I started to stifle my laughter as much as I could and I ran outside. “I can’t believe it worked,” I said aloud as I heard the sirens heading towards the diner. I stood there in shock that they found it so quick. I was hoping it would take a bit longer to notice but that is what I get from hope.
The after my punishment and being “grounded” from almost everything the end of March approached. The basketball team had advanced to the finals and I was planning to go and see the game because that one girl, Brynne, was going to be in it. I finally discovered that her dad is the father of Caddy and I was going to tell her after the game but things didn’t go as I hoped they would.
I arrived at the game and I sat in the top corner of the bleachers and I waited for the game to be over. As I headed down at the end, Timothy noticed me and all his friends and him ganged up on me.
“Hey creeper! What are you doing here?” Timothy asked me.
“I wanted to come to the game. Do you have a problem with that Timmy?” I asked him back. All his friends started laughing.
“Shut Up Creep!” he yells as he pushes me to the ground.
“Whatever, you and all you stupid friends here can’t just leave me alone because pushing me around makes you cool. Go for it. I dare you,” I say back with a smile on my face.
Timothy and all his friends attack at once. I punch a few in the face and I hurt a few of the others before Timothy said “Hold on. We are playing his game. Leave him alone.”
I knew they would leave me alone. When we play my game it is up to me and not them. As they walked away I noticed a couple people looking at me with worry. I ignored them and continued on my way home.
I planned to torch the school soon just too really show everyone who is boss. I pushed my plans ahead and did it about a week earlier than I originally planned. Everything has been changing, Alice has gotten a baby bump and Timothy keeps bragging something. I believe that Timothy is the father but he won’t admit it to any one. My sister’s father has come clean to my family and Brynne still doesn’t know. All my brother’s friends are ready to kill me on a whim and I am well prepared.
I did as planned, I asked Ms. Nighy if I could go to the bathroom and I left and as they left for the library for a project.
I went to the chemistry lab instead and found some of the most combustible things in there and I pulled out the match and I slipped it into my pocket. I made a trail of chemicals to the door and light the match. I drop it perfectly on the trail and I booked it out of the school. My things were waiting on the bleachers for me and I grabbed them and left. I hear the windows shake and feel the heat against my back. I continue to run until there is no where to go. I sit and wonder what had happened back there. Why did I do it? I really don’t know.
I went home to an angry family and my brother’s friends. I avoided them and went straight to my room and didn’t come out till the next morning.
When I got to school, everyone was waiting outside and I went up to the building and went inside. No one stopped me but I ran into Timothy and his football friends. They grabbed me by the collar and dragged me to the gym. They made a circle around me and started to yell at me.
“You are good for nothing piece of crap!”
“You are just a freaking creeper!”
“Loser, just stay down!”
I tried to stand up but every time I was introduced to some one’s hand as they pushed me back down. Everyone loomed over me, anger in their eyes, fist clenched. I felt some one kick me in the ribs and that is where it all began. I know they are going to teach me a lesson. A lesson in perfection.
I tried to crawl to the closest wall and they kept coming closer. Michael, Matthew, Jason, and my own brother, Timothy, were leading this whole thing. I wonder if they knew if this isn’t how you solve a problem. My mind raced as I went into a survival mode and tried to defend myself from the ground the best I could. The desire to just fight over came me and I started to fight back. I heard laughter in the crowd and other guys started to join in. the circle got smaller and smaller and they pushed me back into the middle. Finally I was back on the ground and I just let them start to beat me and break me. I couldn’t fight any more. Michael sent the last punch that I remember. His fist flew into my temple and I started to fade out.
They kicked me, punched me, and body slammed me until I was black and blue. There was a puddle of blood forming around me and I couldn’t feel my fingers and toes any more. I could tell my nose was broken and my jaw probably too. The world was fading in and out and I wasn’t sure what was going on. I felt something around my neck and I felt someone pick me up. I was floating after that. Floating in a state of pain and oblivion. I heard someone below me say “I am going to help you.”
I heard them trying and I felt a couple swipes at my feet but then all started to go black and the air was getting harder to breathe in. I head sobs from below and I was pretty sure my life was all over. After that everything went black and I started to die slowly.
“Where is everyone? Why am I all alone? Hello? Can someone help me? What is going on? Who is there, I hear you crying? Whoever you are can you help me? Please stop crying, there is no need to. Tell me where we are? Why is it all black? Wait…where are you? Help me, please? I am begging you,” I assume I say aloud.
I then felt the lift of some one picking me up by my feet. That is all I remember besides waking up in an empty hospital room. There was a letter in my hand,

“Sorry I couldn’t stay to make sure you woke up but I had to go back to school for the day. I tried to save you but Jonathan, along with Brynne, really did all of it. Please don’t thank me but I thank you for showing me everything that is wrong in this town. We all thank you.
-Alice”

I read through it a couple times and rested my head on the pillow. I almost died but I can’t thank them. I owe them my life and everything important to me. My rebellious acts are not going to be forgotten. I finally did something to help out my town.




This story was written along with 3 of my other friends but how we did it was that each person wrote from another person's eyes.  The plot in all of them were about the same and the same incidents happened. The other character written from were Alice, Brynne, and Jonathan.

Fairy Tale

The strong smell of in scents with the smell of smoke and burning candles mixed in, the smell surrounds Pathos as he sits in the small cloth tent, while the fortune teller looked into the crystal ball. Misty, her long blond messy hair and a long flowing dress swished around her as she stood up and told Pathos “One day you shall travel far and wide. Many creatures will help you along you journey.”
“Really? I don’t believe anything you have told me yet. I am not in need of a sword. Not a singing sword on top of that,” stated Pathos.
“Look into the crystal ball. It will tell you all. Look closely and listen closely,” chanted Misty with mystery in her voice.
Pathos looked deep into the ball and felt a tug on his body and the next thing Misty saw was Pathos inside her crystal ball. She watched him stand there and look around; she hoped this was all a dream.
I looked around this new world as the fog all vanished from my sight and I saw many lilies in a nearby field. I headed over to them and picked one of the yellow lilies. “OWWW!!! What was that for?” something yelled around me.
I spinning around, I was looking for source of the noise as I continued through the field for a little more. As I looked around I heard many more profane things so I decide that it was time to leave the field and I ran into a floating woman and yelled “ Ahhh!!”
“ Hello! My name is Wanda and I am your fairy godmother. I will give you three wishes and all the spells I cast ended at 9 pm. I understand that the time is early but that is the way it works,” said the plump red haired fairy. The whole time it seemed as if she was trying to read my mind.
I managed to stammer out “o..k..a..y..,” I thought about what she said and decided that new armor would be important on my journey. “For my first wish I want armor to assist me on my journey.”
“Okay!” replied Wanda as she cat the spell, then my armor appeared before me. It was some of the rustiest armor I have ever seen.
“What is this? This isn’t new armor or even quality armor to protect me…,” I said aloud and then I mumbled “ That’s my luck, the worst fairy godmother ever. She probably could not even give me water unless I wished for the glass to go with it. First I got tricked into seeing that stupid fortune teller, Misty, and then I got sucked into the crystal ball. And now this lady, no she is a fairy godmother.”
“Well you didn’t wish for new armor, you just wished for armor,” replied Wanda with a slight smile on her face. In her eyes, I swear I saw some evil peek through at me.
“Oh well. I guess I can make this armor work. Can you point me toward the hidden cave? I am looking for the singing sword. My journey needs to start soon,” I replied to her.
“That way!” pointed Wanda in a sing-song voice.
“No more fairy godmothers for me. This one didn’t work out to well.” I mumble to myself.
I ran across the field of profane talking lilies and to the dirt path. Walking into the dark and creepy forest, it started out alright. The light dimmed more and more as I got farther in. There was a glint of silver-ish gray and it vanished into some trees down the path. I ran after the thing and I stopped in the path and read a sign that said “Danger! Near Death Situations Coming Up Ahead!” “To late to turn back now” I said quietly to myself. After hours it seems like I came across a unicorn. An elegant black unicorn with silver-ish gray tail and mane. I went to catch him but he ran away deep into the trees and I could not see him any more. I decided that maybe I wasn’t suppose to catch him so I continued down the path and I reached a calm pond in a clearing. The sunlight reflected off the untouched pond surface and you could clearly see the fish swimming at the bottom. A gentle ripple hit the surface as a beautiful white swan landed on the surface. She swam up to me and said ”What are you doing around my pond?”
“I just came upon it as traveled out of the forest. I am looking for a singing sword, it is the hidden cave. Can you help me by pointing me in the right direction?” I asked her.
“What you seek is under the deepest blue sky, in the place where fire and ice meet. In the place you can touch the sky but never leave the earth,” said the beautiful white swan as she started to fly away.
“What does that mean? I do not understand! Please, tell me what it means?” I shouted after the white swan as I dropped to my knees. I had a discussion with myself about the clue and how I could never decipher anything like that. The path through the forest sounded like that best thing to do next so I walked around the pond and back to the path. The path took me deeper and deeper into the forest and I came to an intersection in the path.
I stood there for awhile trying to figure out where to go, when a kangaroo came out of the brush that it blended into and told me “Go to the right, it is where all your dreams will be answered”
I stood there and stared at it as another kangaroo dressed like the forest cam out and told me “Go to the left, it is where all your wishes will be answered.”
I really ended up confused and I just stood there as the kangaroos hopped around me and then they switched directions with each other. The first one then said that I should go left and the second one told me to go right. They both told me to go back next and then they circled around me chanting “Which way?.. Which way?... Which way?... Which way?... Which way?... Which way?... Which way?... Which way?..”
I closed my eyes and I still saw them around me. I yelled “Stop!” As I opened my eyes the kangaroos were vanishing slowly until only there eyes were staring back at me and then the eye made a loud popping noise as they vanished completely. I decided to go to the right because the path to the left was really dark and I was afraid of what could be down there and going back wasn’t going to help me. I headed down the path to the right and ran into a stump and sat down trying to refresh my energy. I was listening to the birds singing and I was looking at the tree tops, when I saw all the birds flying away. I looked around and saw them, the giant brown eyes staring down on me. The owner of the eyes came out of the trees to really take a look at me. I started backing up when I realized that she did not want to hurt me. She sat on the stump and cried so I asked her “What’s your name?”
“My name is Princess Marsh. I am the troll princess and no one loves me because I have large feet.”
“Well Princess..,”
“Marsh, Princess Marsh.”
“Princess Marsh, I do not think they do not love you they are jealous of your large feet. Can you tell me how I can get to the hidden cave? I do not have much time left to find it.” I replied to her.
“The way to the cave is just down this path. You are close to the end of your journey. Thank you for all the nice complements,” Princess Marsh replied.
“Your welcome, and thank you,” I said as I ran down the path, hoping that the cave was down here. After a few miles of running I came out of the forest and into a field. In the middle of the field was a castle, a floating castle. This reminded me of the riddle clue I got earlier. Where you can touch the sky but never leave the earth, why not a floating castle? As I ran up to the castle and I ran into an elephant. The elephant decided that he would help me get to the gate of the castle, so he wrapped this truck around my waist and lifted me up to the gate. I walked right in because there was no gate keeper and I decided to try and find a dungeon because that is where a singing sword could be hidden but the fire and ice part of the riddle did not make sense in that idea but an idea is an idea. As I was sneaking around the castle I saw a frog. I tried to catch the frog but when I grabbed him he yelled “ HEY!?!? What are you doing don’t you know I am royalty. I am the frog prince, Price Leonard.”
I rolled my eyes and started to walk away as he said “Don’t you roll your eyes at me. I am not lying to you. I am really a prince. Look, here comes my gallant prince, Prince Samuel.”
“Your prince…I am confused now. How is he you prince? Are like his pet or something like that?” I asked him.
“Yes I am his pet. His pet frog, his parents could not find him any other frogs that were willing to deal with him,” replied the frog prince, “I need a place to stay, and the outside world was not meant for me.”
I nodded my head in a way that means that I understand and I watched the young price walk up to me. He was about 4 foot 5 inches and has long brown hair that swished in the breeze and he looked about 10. I was thinking to myself, “He is way too over dramatic and I haven’t even talked to him yet.”
“Who are you? And what are you doing in my castle?” said the boy price Samuel with attitude dripping from his voice.
“ I am Pathos and I am looking for the singing sword that is in the hidden cave. I was traveling across this field as an elephant picked me up and put me on here. I hope you understand that I don’t mean anything by being here. I will leave as soon as possible.”
“Why do you need this sword? You don’t look like a knight or anybody that would craft swords. If you get the sword can you bring it to me to see what it looks like? I have heard so much about it and it is a great legend to hear about.”
“I might be able to do that. The thing is that I don’t know where this hidden cave is and the only hint I got is this ‘What you seek is under the deepest blue sky, in the place where fire and ice meet. In the place you can touch the sky but never leave the earth.’ I don’t know what it means but I am trying to figure it out. It you just point me to the exit I will be on my way,” I told Price Samuel.
“Okay, but first you are to come with me. I have something I want to do and I need your help with it. It won’t take that long to do, I swear.”
“I guess I can do that. It is not like I am using any of my fairy godmothers magic. Lead me on.”
“Come with me. Are you coming Prince Leonard? I need your help too,” Price Samuel asked.
We went around the building and up and down stair cases. Price Samuel skipped and sang children’s songs to himself as we went along. The frog price Leonard was stuck in Samuel’s pocket and I laughed as I watched him struggle to get out of his pocket with no success. We stopped in a great hall with a small throne sitting on the one end. I asked Price Samuel “What are we doing in here? What do you need to do?”
“Just come up here with me,” Prince Samuel said, “You won’t regret it. Here you go Price Leonard.” He said as he put him down. Samuel skipped to the front of the room as Prince Leonard followed close behind him. I was walking behind them both looking at the paintings and portraits of past king and queens. This castle has a great history and it seems as if Prince Samuel is the only one left in the royal family.
When I approached the throne Prince Samuel told me “Kneel. This is a great honor on you and your family.” I did as I was told and watched him pull out a sword from behind the throne.
“I was told not to play with this sword because it is used only to knight people and I have decided that you would make a great knight in my kingdom. Well my kingdom when I come of age and some one comes along to make me king but that is another story all together. I dub you Knight Pathos. Please rise,” said Prince Samuel.
I was shocked that this little kid actually dubbed me a knight. A knight, me a knight. It is unbelievable. Price Samuel then led me to the hidden entrance at the bottom of the castle and allowed me to leave.
“Remember to bring me the sword so I can see it after you find it. You can use this entrance.”
“I will come back as fast as I can. I still have to find away to the hidden cave.”
I continued on down the field and found a cave on the side of a mountain. The riddle came back to me. “What you seek is under the deepest blue sky, in the place where fire and ice meet. In the place you can touch the sky but never leave the earth” rang through my mind and I thought that this mountain could be the place where you can touch the sky but never leave the earth. The sky was turning a deep, deep blue as the sun is setting and I am praying this is the place. I wondered why Price Samuel didn’t know this was here but he probably doesn’t leave the castle all that often.
I ran down the path in the cave and I decided to try and save my energy and not run all the way. I made it really far into the cave and didn’t run into anything or anybody. My luck did change when I ran into a baby giant.
“Who are you and why are you in my cave!?” yelled the baby giant.
“ I am a knight and my name is Pathos. What is your name?”
“ My name is Tiny. My parents left me here because I am too small to be a giant.”
“Okay Tiny. I am not here to harm you or invade your space. I am just trying to find the singing sword. Do you know how to get there?” I asked Tiny.
“It is just down the path a bit farther. Please continue down the path. I am not in your way any more,” replied Tiny.
I continued down the path and what seemed like forever of running I came up to a red dragon. The scales were fire red and his under belly was a paler shade of red. His ruby red eye came down to my level and he asked “What are you doing in my cave, this is mine and you shouldn’t be here.”
“I came to retrieve the singing sword.”
“ROWR!!! That sword is mine to protect and no one may get to it. If you defeat me you may go and get the sword.”
“How do I fight you with out a sword. I was never told that there was going to be a dragon here.”
“I can get you a sword from the last knight I killed. First things first you may want to know that my name is Ember and I am on of the most powerful dragons in the land.”
“My name is Pathos and Price Samuel, who lives in the floating castle in the field nearby, knighted me and helped me go on this mission.”
“Here is a sword so now it is time to battle.”
I caught the sword and Ember looked and me. We circled around each other and a couple times and then we started our duel. I attacked him with the sword being careful not to get hit by his huge claws or by the fire that is shot out of his mouth. I head a soft chuckle come from the depths of his belly, as I dodged his large claws and dove under his belly. I went to stab his stomach but he jumped up and than landed on top of me pinning me down with on of his claws and digging his claws in. My sides started to bleed and the pain was too much to handle so I started to let the dragon kill me. He let me go because I probably not struggling enough for him. When he let me go I slide underneath his stomach and stabbed him in the gut causing him to yell out in pain. I then moved around to the side and climbed on his back waited for the dragon to bleed out. He continued to try and attack me but from where I as sitting I discovered that he could not get to me. When he died I jump off his back and ran to the alcove close by. The sword was not there but there was a note left that said “Sorry but the sword was taken when the dragon was sleeping. I was probably the smartest of us all to get the sword this way but if you did kill him, the more power to you. I hope this sword does not mean too much to you because you are never going to find me.”
After I read this note I turn around and told the dead dragon that I was sorry for killing him for no reason. I traveled back to the field with out encountering other people or creatures and I then decided that I wanted to go back to the pond. I ran through the field and underneath the floating castle and through the forest I avoided the kangaroos and I sat in front of the pond and looked at myself.
My dirty blond hair was covered in dirt and blood. My face had scratches up and down it and there was dirt covering part of my face. There were streaks of tears running down my face because I realized I killed that dragon for no reason. My blue eyes were glazed over and I could see a change in myself as I looked in the water. I used the water to clear my face of all dirt and blood so I looked some what cleaner. I then just prayed that I could go home and that I could forget what happened.
Misty watched the whole act in her crystal ball and she wished this never happened. She decided that she would never tell some one their fortune again.
Pathos felt a tug on his body and he saw the world fog over and start to spin. He landed in the small in scent and candle smelling tent. Misty yelled and dropped to her knees at my side and told me she was so sorry and that has never happened before. I said “That was the adventure of my life. Don’t worry about it. I am just fine, the only thing I need to do I go home and lay down.”

Island Journal

Day One
This is Day One on this god-forsaken island. Yes, this island is beautiful. Yes, I would vacation on this island, but still I hate this island. My plane crashed into the white sand a my friend, Alice and I were heading across the Pacific Ocean, when the pilot turned around in the front seat, of the very small plane, and said that we have lost all control of the engines and we are going down into the ocean. Alice and I prayed to God to save our lives and to at least let the crash be on an island. Our prayers were answered but I must assume that we left something out or God found a loop-hole. God landed us on a deserted island with only a little supply left. We had out carry-on’s left because our other luggage was going to meet us at our final destination. I really hate small planes, they can’t carry enough stuff. In my carry on I brought some spare clothes, a pencil, a notebook, and a pencil sharpener. Of course I had the needed things of a dead cell phone, and unusable phone charger, and a static filled radio. Alice didn't have much more but she had a tooth brush and a hair brush and of course her make-up. I tried to tell her that none of that stuff other than the tooth brush was really needed because we are The ONly ONEs HERE!! Alice is already driving me crazy.
We decided to set up camp in a clearing of trees near the ocean so we could see if any other people come by. I walked the island's shore, close to camp, and I noted the features close by. A large rock with a large enough deep space to sit in on the top and not be seen. Trees, trees, trees and ....more trees, other than that the plane. We pulled it father on to the beach but it is still far enough into the water to float away. We used tarps from the plane's storage to build tents and cover the ground to sleep on. Around camp we built a fire pit and a place to store things up in the trees. We saw on animals but I am scared we are not far enough in the trees to hide form the animals or other people. This is still only day one on a deserted island. Aren't we having fun yet?


Day Two
Day Two well more like entry two, I believe it has been about three days since I last wrote to you and nothing more has happened. We are using the pages in this book to help start the fire because we found a book of matches in the plane before it drifted off to sea. God is really loving us now! Alice does no work, well she does "work" in her mind, sun bathe and sleep - this is really hard work there. I am about ready to beat her up but I can't get myself to hurt her just yet. I went searching for food and found are a few trees around that have some food on it but when I went back later, some was missing. I have a reason to believe that either someone else is here or there are animals. I am hoping the animals are getting it. The pilot has helped my find a place to dig a trench. We have decided that Alice needs to pull her own weight but we just don't know how yet. It seems as if Alice just prays we are saved instead of actually trying to be saved. Alice is also slipping off into the deep end and doesn't know who she is sometimes but only for a brief amount of time. I don't know if I am going crazy or if is is from to much sun exposure but I sometimes hear voices mumbling in the background or see a bright white light flash in front of me then disappear. I haven't told any one of these happenings and hope they go away. I have spent my time writing this down so that if I am found on this island dead maybe someone can figure out what happened. there is a stream of fresh water far out into the forest but it is to far away to bring a lot of water back to camp so I asked Alice, stupid, stupid Alice, to help me find a jug to bring a little back to camp, she said, of course, that she couldn't because she is trying to find a cell signal. Could this girl be any more stupid?? I mean she could and quite possibly is going to become more stupid as time progresses by. Fresh water - out of the question for now. I am really missing civilization and having other people around. I know I am not much of a people-person but at least there is noise. The silence is most-likely making me crazier that Alice is. Doesn't this island sound appealing now?


Day Three
Day Three, entry three is more like it. The days are blending into one and the sun seems as if it is fading into the moon every night. I sometimes see a glimpse of another world. The other world seems familiar and life something of my past. Yet there is only a fragment there. Alice has discovered my radio, she dug through my stuff, and has been trying to get a radio signal. The radio has been unsuccessful as I expected it to happen but Alice has child-like hope and is praying it works -*shout out to God* Please let the radio work for Alice if for no one else.- Alice has become crazier as the days pass and some days I believe there is no hope of her survival from me. I finally got around to digging a trench to use for the left over food stuff (examples - fish bones and banana peels). As I dug out the hoke to bury the collected stuff, I found an old ammo box buried, not very deep, filled with old things. We found a used book of matches, an unloaded gun with no extra ammo, and an old faded picture of a family that had one corner burned up. I kept the picture to myself and told the other two of my find. We kept some of the matches because they weren't used and the gun got put some where safe - the ocean floor. I don't know why I kept the picture but it reminded me of home and what I left behind. I ended up stealing Alice's phone and stamped on it. I couldn't watch her walking around like a retard trying to find a cell signal. As I walked out to my big rock I saw a small wooden boat crashed into it. Of course I scavenged the boat for supplies but there was nothing left. There were some foot prints heading up into the woods on the other side of the rock. I am scared now, an I have no intention on finding that person if I can help it. I forgot to mention earlier that the pilot has joined Alice in the deep-end of the sinking boat. Why must I be the only sensible person left?


Day Four
Day Four, well we all understand that it should be entry four. The days continue to blend into one and I can't really say how long I have been here but time continues to tick by. The picture I found is still kept on me at all times, I find a strange comfort from looking at it. Alice has gotten worse. I sometimes want to drown her in the ocean by I resisted that. She came up to me and handed me the radio as it is screaming static at me as she said "Listen! It is talking to me! Can't you hear it?"
I really don't know what I am hearing but if she believes it, I hope it makes the island better for her. The pilot has left the camp and I haven't seen him for quite some time. I hope he hasn't been killed by something out in the woods. I searched father down the beach and found some useful stuff. Rope, boards from a broken boat, and a couple of life vests. The rope will most-likely be used to tie Alice up, the boards will be used to create a sturdy shelter and the life vest can be used for pillows of some sort. My crazy stuff has not stopped; I don't know what has been going on. I hear conversations in short bursts when I am all alone and when I look out over the water I sometimes see what looks like a wall to a room. I am hoping the crazy thing happening to me go away before I get as bad as Alice. After I saw the foot prints there hasn't been a sign of other human life since then. I thought I saw a person in the woods but they sort of looked far-off and distanced, like I was just seeing them. Sensibility has been lost on the island and I don't plan on it coming back any time soon. Sanity is becoming out of the question as well. I am not crazy, I hope?


Day Five
Day Five, entry five, same thing anymore. Time has become an nonfunctional part of life. Sleep has become useless. I continue to dream about a world past the island. It seems like a hospital and everyone is closely watched. The rooms are hazy and everything looks as if it has no end. When I wake up, I am sweating and trying to catch my breath. I only got to sleep for a few minutes. Alice has become worse. I have tied a rope around her waist and then to a tree to keep here close to camp. I only did this after she broke my radio. She ran out to the shore were I was standing and said "The radio is talking again. I swear is is!"
I rolled my eyes and said "Of course it is..." But it really was, I could hear the voice and told her to hurry over so I could hear it to but she tripped on a rock and broke it. She landed on it and it broke in half. I freaked out and screamed at here and told her how stupid she is. I couldn't believe what I did, I felt like I destroyed all of her dreams and hopes. After I ran off to my rock to think, I saw Alice slowly get up off the ground and limp across the beach. I felt horrible. I wished I could take it all back and I prayed - God please forgive me for yelling at Alice. This island is making me crazy and I finally thought I had found a way off of here. Please help her. -
Yeah, I am not great at saying prayers but that is all I can do for now. I haven't gone back to camp to sleep for quiet sometime but I believe it is time to try and go back to camp for a little while. The pilot hasn't been seen and I am scared of what may have happened. If he was around I would have left camp by now. I did see another man in the woods, first I thought it was the pilot but he ran off before I could get to him. He had this look of hunger in his eyes. I believe he might just have a taste for human flesh. Is it time to follow my calling, the calling of the ocean?

Day Six
Day Six. The ocean continues to speak to me and the sun never kisses me good-night. Sleep still doesn't come easily, but I try. Alice still is slipping farther in to her own mind as she has become crazier. The dreams become less hazy and more realistic. Hoping this is still a dream and not reality, I barely sleep. My proof that is is a dream is that the ocean calls to me in my dreams. It whispers soft, hopeful things and keeps me wanting to answer. I refuse an then I decided to so back to camp for Alice if she is still there. The pilot still hasn't returned and it makes me wonder if he is still around. I can't ask Alice if he has been around because she barely knows what is going on any more. When I went to bury the fish bones, I saw a bone sticking up out of the freshly dug up dirt. I dug up the bones and found the pilot's clothes, ripped and bloody left in the hole too. I freaked out and ran back to camp to see if Alice is okay. She was okay but there was another man there. I didn't know who he was but he looked hungry. A little too hungry. He stood next to Alice as Alice pretended to be an airplane. He tried to untie her and have her walk away with him. I threw a rock at her and knocked her out. I asked him who he was. He didn't respond. Instead he attacked Alice. I can't believe he is a cannibal. He is the one who must have eaten the pilot. I ran to hide at my rock but took the long way through the trees. He left Alice and chased me but I lost him when he ran by the tree I decided to hind in. I watched him walk slowly back to my camp and dragging Alice into the woods. What is stopping me from joining the ocean's cold embrace?


Day Seven
Day Seven. The dreams become more and more like reality. The hazy parts are become more focused. The talking is less mumbled and I believe some of them are talking to me. The guilt of Alice's kidnapping continues to haunt me so I get less and less sleep every night. The tracks of the cannibal leading in circles around the woods. I am pretty sure that he is looking for me. I followed the tracks and they led to the camp that i ditched and they also led to his camp. When i sneaked up to his camp, I saw bones of some animals but also human bones. There were piles of clothes around the camp. It seemed as if he found a lot of people to eat. They must have been with him when he crashed. I did find the remaining half of Alice. Only seeing half of her scared me and I went to run away screaming but I saw glaring eyes in the trees. Survival mode came into play and I ran in and out of the trees avoiding any place he knows I would hide out at and stay. I climbed trees and found two very large trees to create a large nest to stay in. i ended up weaving leaves together to make it and then I sneaked back to my camp to grab - the rope, the life vests, the tarps and some of my remaining stuff. As I walked through the woods to the nest. I pasted by the rock and i had to make sure nothing was left there. The cannibal of course was in the trees close by. I ended up looking but I didn't see him until I was leaving. He chased me but I lost him as I ran and climbed into my trees. I hope he doesn't find me. This nest is making me feel like a bird, an awkwardly large bird. Why did I not make a nest to start with?


Day Eight
Day Eight. The feeling of an awkwardly large bird has flown away. When I sit here in the nest and pray, I pray that I won’t be found by the cannibal. The talking has become louder and louder as the time has passed. I fee as if they are trying to tell me what is going on. They talk like they are doctors and I believe they are talking about waking someone up. I am learning to ignore the voices around me. I have become more ninja like and I only travel at night. The trees are my home, my playground. I have set traps for the cannibal and I sometimes run through the trees and hit the cannibal with objects I found in the trees. The trees help me hind and the night has become my friend. I have taken the guilt of Alice’s death to heart and I am determined to avenge her death by killing the cannibal. The longer in the trees, the longer the more I fear I am losing sense. The distinction between my reality and my dreams are blending but I have learned that could be used as a weakness. The life in the woods at night has changed. The wind through the trees talk to me as the moon gives off a soft glow to light my way. The trees never give me away as I travel in between them. I have forgotten all life on the ground. The trees have become my life. My nest has been grown over and there are many branches that grew around it. Now it has become harder to see from the ground. The ocean’s call has stopped because I have turned to a survival mode instead of trying to just get by. I have seen boats in the distance and I wish I could swim out to them. Swimming always seems out of the option. Why do my options seem so so far away?


Day Nine
Day Nine. There have been no sightings of boats for quite sometime. The cannibal is getting closer to finding me. I moved my nest to another place and I hope he doesn’t find me. I have traveled back to my rock to spend some nights. I sit and watch the water come and go in the soft glow of the moon light. I make sure I head back to my nest during the day and I listen to the cannibal stomp through the forest. I have stopped sleeping at all and I am running out of energy. I have given up on killing the cannibal and Alice’s death shall not be avenged. I feel guilt from this but I have a feeling that my life shall end soon. My dreams come closer and closer to sucking me in and making it my reality. I am now having an epic battle in my head between reality and the dream. Some days the dreams win and others reality does. I continue to fight to keep my sanity. Sanity comes and goes like the ocean tides. Night turns to day quickly and I feel as if I am just waiting to die. I have gotten to the point that I move to my rock to sleep at night. I fall asleep listening to the music of the waves. The trees are starting to give me away, the leaves are falling slowly to the ground and covering the paths the cannibal uses. God if there is one thing I could ask you – it would be – can you please tell me where I should be now? Are my dreams my actually my reality?


Day Ten

Day Ten. Last sheet of paper, last stub of my pencil, and all hope has died. Everyone who was with me is dead and the cannibal is chasing me down. The ocean’s call has stopped no matter how much I cry out to it. My nest was found and I now change my living me place everyday, my rock is my sleeping place and I always feel as if I have eyes drilling holes into my back. My dreams come closer to reality, closer than ever before. The talking has become louder and clearer. I always see the ends of a room. I become dizzier as the days go on. I feel as if someone is trying to wake me from my reality. Reality – or is it a dream? I have lost all energy and I have given up on looking for food. I am slowly allowing myself to die. The cannibal has almost found me twice but each time my body took over before my mind could say “Stay.” I want the cannibal to catch me, to catch me and kill me. End my life’s miserable journey. I know my time has come and gone my dreams seem to keep me here pulling me into them. I finally let the cannibal catch me. He has tied me to a tree by my waist but I still managed to convince him to let me write. The world is fading as I see myself walking into the hospital. I feel close to fainting the closer the doctors get. The doctors are calling, as my eyes are closing and blacking out this world. “Calm down! Calm down!” I hear as the world goes black.