Kristen
I turn away from my “friends” what they’re saying is hurtful. I peek out through my blonde hair and see one of the guys from the group my “friends” are talking about turn around and look at them he doesn’t show the effect of what they are saying show but when I look again I catch a glimpse at his eyes and they have sadness yet they sparkle they’re a beautiful midnight blue and as they catch in the light they look like stars have littered the sky. Somehow they give me strength and I turn away from my friends and storm away from them. It’ll be a week before some of my other friends get back from vacation, but I’m willing to spend it alone, friendless. They know nothing about my home life though, and I intend to keep it that way. I hear the gasps behind me as I leave the “It” girls behind, but I’m so sick of it everybody shuns that group why do they have to talk crap about it too. I mean it’s not like they ever did anything to us.
Peter
She actually left them! I cannot believe she left her friends like that. Stunning really stunning. That was Monday though its Friday now and she’s been eating alone at a table in the corner of our school cafeteria. I realize I’m staring when this kid James comes into the cafeteria, rumor has it he’s gay he looks around the whole cafeteria and when he spots her he literally skips over to her and gives her a BIG hug he starts jumping up and down he’s so excited. What does she do? She smiles and they sit and eat lunch together. That Monday and Friday I thought she had hope. When I looked across the lunchroom she smiled at me and when I looked at her eyes I realized they where purple, a stunning purple and right then I thought I had hope too. That night though I realized how wrong I was, I was removed from Janie’s home and placed in another house in the area, I’m aloud no contact to her. Before I left she said, “Remember Peter there would be no winners if there were no losers, we win some then we lose some…always.” She even told me the story of how she lost her family. Her husband had gone to pick up her son so from the airport after his year of studying in Russia where he had no contact with them, on their way home they stopped at the 7-11 and Bam they’re gone. I remember when the police officer came and told me my aunt and uncle where dead, I just can’t imagine what Janie went through, then now to have to leave. That’s when I feel the depression, it hurts my whole body in a weeks time I have gone from 3 friends to none and now I’m the one who sits alone except I don’t eat in the cafeteria, I only eat when I get really hungry.
Kristen
I keep trying to smile at him like I had the other day, he greets the smiles with glares. I won’t admit it but I understand what its like to have your whole world turn upside down and just keep getting worse. Especially when no one seems to care or understand. I decide to try and speak to him it’s the least I can do.
“I’m Kristen” I say
“Peter”
“I like that name”
“No you don’t”
“Look I know some things in life are hard but they’ll get better.” I say the words even though I don’t believe them. I want to reach out and comfort him but I don’t want to push anything.
“HOW COULD YOU KNOW ANYTHING? YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW ME! YOUR JUST ONE OF THOSE RICH GIRLS WHO ALL THEY THINK ABOUT IS WORLD PEACE AND WHAT NOT! I MEAN PURPLE EYES? COME ON! GO BUY SOME CLOTHES OR NEW BELIEVABLE EYE COLOR CONTACTS. DO SOMETHING AND LEAVE THE REST OF US ALONE.”
I didn’t say anything else I couldn’t, what he said is true that is how I must appear. I look up and the midnight blue has disappeared from his eyes they’re almost grey, he’s been hurt bad and I feel bad for him, really bad. As I’m walking away though something rises inside me and I turn back around and stomp back to him.
“For your information my eyes aren’t contacts they’re really purple. Oh and by the way you’re not the only one who has it tough. But that’s life! Oh and I’m not some dumb and ditzy blonde either just so you know. And I don’t need you telling me this and that and how I’m such a freak of nature I get enough of that already. I was just trying to somehow be a nice person and maybe even a friend to you.”
I don’t know why what he said hurt me so much his speech really wasn’t even that good and neither was mine. I guess maybe I thought he was different and could see past the fakeness of my appearance. Oh I don’t know what I thought and then I felt the headache and I left I just left school. I thought that would be the end of my problems but now the beatings get worse and the bruises are hard to cover up, plus I’m running out of excuses to why their there and why I’ve been so “clumsy” lately, I’m running out of time to hide this. I don’t think it could get any worse when my mom shares the news that her and Jim are expecting. A kid, which means that I have someone else to protect and then that means more hiding, more excuses, and more lies. Yet throughout everything I keep thinking of him…
I turn away from my “friends” what they’re saying is hurtful. I peek out through my blonde hair and see one of the guys from the group my “friends” are talking about turn around and look at them he doesn’t show the effect of what they are saying show but when I look again I catch a glimpse at his eyes and they have sadness yet they sparkle they’re a beautiful midnight blue and as they catch in the light they look like stars have littered the sky. Somehow they give me strength and I turn away from my friends and storm away from them. It’ll be a week before some of my other friends get back from vacation, but I’m willing to spend it alone, friendless. They know nothing about my home life though, and I intend to keep it that way. I hear the gasps behind me as I leave the “It” girls behind, but I’m so sick of it everybody shuns that group why do they have to talk crap about it too. I mean it’s not like they ever did anything to us.
Peter
She actually left them! I cannot believe she left her friends like that. Stunning really stunning. That was Monday though its Friday now and she’s been eating alone at a table in the corner of our school cafeteria. I realize I’m staring when this kid James comes into the cafeteria, rumor has it he’s gay he looks around the whole cafeteria and when he spots her he literally skips over to her and gives her a BIG hug he starts jumping up and down he’s so excited. What does she do? She smiles and they sit and eat lunch together. That Monday and Friday I thought she had hope. When I looked across the lunchroom she smiled at me and when I looked at her eyes I realized they where purple, a stunning purple and right then I thought I had hope too. That night though I realized how wrong I was, I was removed from Janie’s home and placed in another house in the area, I’m aloud no contact to her. Before I left she said, “Remember Peter there would be no winners if there were no losers, we win some then we lose some…always.” She even told me the story of how she lost her family. Her husband had gone to pick up her son so from the airport after his year of studying in Russia where he had no contact with them, on their way home they stopped at the 7-11 and Bam they’re gone. I remember when the police officer came and told me my aunt and uncle where dead, I just can’t imagine what Janie went through, then now to have to leave. That’s when I feel the depression, it hurts my whole body in a weeks time I have gone from 3 friends to none and now I’m the one who sits alone except I don’t eat in the cafeteria, I only eat when I get really hungry.
Kristen
I keep trying to smile at him like I had the other day, he greets the smiles with glares. I won’t admit it but I understand what its like to have your whole world turn upside down and just keep getting worse. Especially when no one seems to care or understand. I decide to try and speak to him it’s the least I can do.
“I’m Kristen” I say
“Peter”
“I like that name”
“No you don’t”
“Look I know some things in life are hard but they’ll get better.” I say the words even though I don’t believe them. I want to reach out and comfort him but I don’t want to push anything.
“HOW COULD YOU KNOW ANYTHING? YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW ME! YOUR JUST ONE OF THOSE RICH GIRLS WHO ALL THEY THINK ABOUT IS WORLD PEACE AND WHAT NOT! I MEAN PURPLE EYES? COME ON! GO BUY SOME CLOTHES OR NEW BELIEVABLE EYE COLOR CONTACTS. DO SOMETHING AND LEAVE THE REST OF US ALONE.”
I didn’t say anything else I couldn’t, what he said is true that is how I must appear. I look up and the midnight blue has disappeared from his eyes they’re almost grey, he’s been hurt bad and I feel bad for him, really bad. As I’m walking away though something rises inside me and I turn back around and stomp back to him.
“For your information my eyes aren’t contacts they’re really purple. Oh and by the way you’re not the only one who has it tough. But that’s life! Oh and I’m not some dumb and ditzy blonde either just so you know. And I don’t need you telling me this and that and how I’m such a freak of nature I get enough of that already. I was just trying to somehow be a nice person and maybe even a friend to you.”
I don’t know why what he said hurt me so much his speech really wasn’t even that good and neither was mine. I guess maybe I thought he was different and could see past the fakeness of my appearance. Oh I don’t know what I thought and then I felt the headache and I left I just left school. I thought that would be the end of my problems but now the beatings get worse and the bruises are hard to cover up, plus I’m running out of excuses to why their there and why I’ve been so “clumsy” lately, I’m running out of time to hide this. I don’t think it could get any worse when my mom shares the news that her and Jim are expecting. A kid, which means that I have someone else to protect and then that means more hiding, more excuses, and more lies. Yet throughout everything I keep thinking of him…
I wrote this yesterday when me and my boyfriend had a big fight and it's a fight that may go on for a long time. I know I am young to write something like this but, I guess it helps. Plus If you don't like it just tell me, ok?
The Power of Words
You and I had this big long fight,
It felt like the storm during the night.
It was verry sad and cold,
My friends had to like you a lot
and you felt like I forgot,
forgot about you.
But I had a prodject due.
You think you're mr. I'm so cool
but you used to act like a ghool.
Not to the people you love,
to the sensetive people like a dove.
How we spoke with eachother,
made you feel much better.
But the fight we had,
you said was nothing but it was bad.
See ya pal we're ova,
take the cell you gave me and do me a fava.
Just don't ever,
Never...
Talk to me again!
The Power of Words
You and I had this big long fight,
It felt like the storm during the night.
It was verry sad and cold,
My friends had to like you a lot
and you felt like I forgot,
forgot about you.
But I had a prodject due.
You think you're mr. I'm so cool
but you used to act like a ghool.
Not to the people you love,
to the sensetive people like a dove.
How we spoke with eachother,
made you feel much better.
But the fight we had,
you said was nothing but it was bad.
See ya pal we're ova,
take the cell you gave me and do me a fava.
Just don't ever,
Never...
Talk to me again!
January 15, 1815
Journal,
Its cold. My food is almost gone, I can’t feel my hands. I lost my hat; my ears are frozen. My sisters are dying. Sasha has pneumonia, and Nastea’s lost her coat and shoes. My hair is falling out. I look at the broken down train behind us. Tree’s sleep soundlessly on top of it. I sit at a tree trunk, with you on my lap, and a scrawny pencil in my hand. Nastea sits beside Sasha, feeding her berries and herbs. I hope things get better, Journal. I hope things get better.
Bye Journal,
Nadia
Journal,
Its cold. My food is almost gone, I can’t feel my hands. I lost my hat; my ears are frozen. My sisters are dying. Sasha has pneumonia, and Nastea’s lost her coat and shoes. My hair is falling out. I look at the broken down train behind us. Tree’s sleep soundlessly on top of it. I sit at a tree trunk, with you on my lap, and a scrawny pencil in my hand. Nastea sits beside Sasha, feeding her berries and herbs. I hope things get better, Journal. I hope things get better.
Bye Journal,
Nadia