Serena
Finally Saturday came. Friday had dragged on forever, in opinion.
I'd been half there on Thursday after he'd asked me out, and as soon as I got home, I called Tia, and it might have been me, but I was sure she sounded smug. We started planning what I was going to wear, and we even made plans to go shopping on Friday after school.
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My dad had left my mom and I when I was barely two years old. My mom had had me when she was nineteen, she still had that faded prettiness. I was told I looked like her, but I'm not sure that's true. My mom was my best friend, and she still is.
So, in Michigan, when my first boyfriend broke up with me in front of everyone, after we'd been together for almost a year, my mom helped me by tacking pictures of him to the dartboard and enrolling me in modelling classes.
I came back from that stronger, and with the ability to walk confidently in killer heels.
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So when I came home, the first person I told before I called Tia, was my mom.
Kate Meyer was an independant, beautiful woman who always gave good advice. I wish I was like her.
My mom never told me what I should and shouldn't do, she said I needed to make my own mistakes, and when I did, she helped me pick myself up again.
My mom was leaning against the modern granite counter in our kitchen, reading a magazine, when I burst into the house.
I told her what happened, and all she said was, "Knock yourself out," and went back to reading her magazine.
That was when I'd run upstairs to call Tia.
Tia
When the phone rang, I didn't expect it to be for me.
My older brother, Trent, who dwarfs me by almost two and a half feet, even if he IS a senior, picked it up, and when he stated to the person calling that I was busy being superficial (come on, I was only checking my outfit for tomorrow in the mirror) I sprinted down the hall and snatched it out of his hands.
Finally Saturday came. Friday had dragged on forever, in opinion.
I'd been half there on Thursday after he'd asked me out, and as soon as I got home, I called Tia, and it might have been me, but I was sure she sounded smug. We started planning what I was going to wear, and we even made plans to go shopping on Friday after school.
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My dad had left my mom and I when I was barely two years old. My mom had had me when she was nineteen, she still had that faded prettiness. I was told I looked like her, but I'm not sure that's true. My mom was my best friend, and she still is.
So, in Michigan, when my first boyfriend broke up with me in front of everyone, after we'd been together for almost a year, my mom helped me by tacking pictures of him to the dartboard and enrolling me in modelling classes.
I came back from that stronger, and with the ability to walk confidently in killer heels.
**************************************************
So when I came home, the first person I told before I called Tia, was my mom.
Kate Meyer was an independant, beautiful woman who always gave good advice. I wish I was like her.
My mom never told me what I should and shouldn't do, she said I needed to make my own mistakes, and when I did, she helped me pick myself up again.
My mom was leaning against the modern granite counter in our kitchen, reading a magazine, when I burst into the house.
I told her what happened, and all she said was, "Knock yourself out," and went back to reading her magazine.
That was when I'd run upstairs to call Tia.
Tia
When the phone rang, I didn't expect it to be for me.
My older brother, Trent, who dwarfs me by almost two and a half feet, even if he IS a senior, picked it up, and when he stated to the person calling that I was busy being superficial (come on, I was only checking my outfit for tomorrow in the mirror) I sprinted down the hall and snatched it out of his hands.
As ancient as mother Earth’s treachery
Caught in the line of Athena’s sight
Left alone to travel in this treacherous world
She walks in beauty, like the night
Though with beauty comes this fight of death
In this quest she fails though she tries
Eternally alone in this fateful dark
Of cloudless climes and starry skies
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent
How could it after what happened?
My pain unbearable, yet it happily shines
I look on from Artemis’s tent
As the sun sets on the sea that took his life
The smiles that win, the tints that glow
I will never forget my love for him
As a Huntress I now see Hermes
With the soul of the lost he flies off like a crow
Till we meet again, farewell my love
Caught in the line of Athena’s sight
Left alone to travel in this treacherous world
She walks in beauty, like the night
Though with beauty comes this fight of death
In this quest she fails though she tries
Eternally alone in this fateful dark
Of cloudless climes and starry skies
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent
How could it after what happened?
My pain unbearable, yet it happily shines
I look on from Artemis’s tent
As the sun sets on the sea that took his life
The smiles that win, the tints that glow
I will never forget my love for him
As a Huntress I now see Hermes
With the soul of the lost he flies off like a crow
Till we meet again, farewell my love
I deny the truth,
But really,
That is nothing.
I do that just to protect myself.
I cannot let the truth overcome me
All at once,
I must let it come at me
Pieces by pieces.
The truth is always shocking,
At many times sad.
But I must accept the truth
Even after a while.
Because denying the truth
Is like lying to myself
Denying the truth hurts my soul
But it also protects my soul at the same time.
I don't know what to believe.
It's all too shocking for me.
I deny the truth.
I protect my soul.
I protect myself.
But I also hurt myself.
But really,
That is nothing.
I do that just to protect myself.
I cannot let the truth overcome me
All at once,
I must let it come at me
Pieces by pieces.
The truth is always shocking,
At many times sad.
But I must accept the truth
Even after a while.
Because denying the truth
Is like lying to myself
Denying the truth hurts my soul
But it also protects my soul at the same time.
I don't know what to believe.
It's all too shocking for me.
I deny the truth.
I protect my soul.
I protect myself.
But I also hurt myself.