Sams POV
I am your normal, typical everyday teen who is 16 years old. Samatha is my real name; say it to my face and I will bite your head off. People say when there young, (girls anyway,) "Look mummy, I want to be a princess when I grow up, and I'm going to marry a handsome prince." To tell the truth, I used to be a girl like that. A girl who read every fairy tale she could get her hands on, and believe that they are real. It is a load of poison now. I had to learn that in real life, true love is rubbish and you won't grow up to be want you want. And in life, change happens quite alot and to me only, the horrible things happen. This is my life in a bedroom, in Carribien Orpanage. Yep; you guessed it. When I was 10 years old, my mother and father died in a car accident, when they were trying to pick me up from school. When I recieved the upsetting news, I was in the children's home eversince. Life was cruel after that. But the one thing I kept, was my book of fairy tales that my parents brought me as a christmas gift. I've treasured it since. Everyone else is out so I decided to read it. "And the prince and princess lived happily ever after." I finished but then...
"Is that why you ain't got a boyfriend Samatha? And you read fairy tales, to imagine you have got one?" It was a little pain in the ass, rat kid Charlie. And yes, it is a she. "Listen, you rat, it's Sam, and I might not have a boyfriend, but I'm fine. Tell anyone and you are screwed." She'd stopped bothering me and kept quiet.
The next day was school. For me it was, Swans high school. It really dampans my life. To top it off, you have also got a pain in the ass populor girl who makes peoples life a misery. The ice queen is called, Shela. She is the pretty, (not,) and rich type. "Had a great weekend Sam?" Ugh must she torture me? "Oh and don't worry, if you do what I'll say I won't tell people, YOU ARE AN ORPHAN!" The last bit she shouted so everyone can hear. Then was the cue, for people to laugh. So what did I do? Ran: from the mocking and sneering.
My life didn't get better at lunch. It was the usual slop they served us; and that made me feel more depress. After, this morning, I was by myself on a table and everyone backed away from me. I could feel like crying, but I won't because it would be embarrasing. So it was me and my lunch, and it was silent. Until... "Hi, you must be the orhpan Sam. I am Dylan." Great, the most populor boy in school came to mock me. This is going to be fun(!) "Whats it to you?" I asked bitterly. I didn't mean to be rude; but after what happen I feel like I want to kill everyone. "Ouch, I just wanted to see if you are ok." He smiled. I would never feel like this, but I felt hope for once. "Thanks." And I gave a visible teeny smile to prove it. Unfortunatly my happiness didn't last long till, "Oh look, the orphan has finally got a boyfriend." Shela teased so the school heard. I had enough of this so I ran. I didn't feel like waiting till after school. I don't care if I am bunking off. As I reached the gate, I quickly climbed over till I heard someone. "Wait!" Dylan was rushing after me.
I ran down the high street, towards an ally, but I fell.
"Oww!" I cried. But then Dylan came rushing up to me. "Sam are you ok?" He questioned. "Yeah, I need help." I said. He helped me up, and I felt more better. Now I was waiting for him to go beserk on me. "Why did you do that?" He yelled. Now was my chance to talk. "Well I'm sorry, being an orphan and getting mocked, will make you want to run away." He saw my expression and he calm down. We knew it was peacful, until I suddenly asked; "why do you care? I thought you were like everyone else." It took him a while to answer. "Because I felt sorry. I wanted to make sure you were ok. And I like you. There I said it." That was brave; I'll give him that. It was just silent until our faces were an inch apart. I could inhale his breath, and our lips were about to touch when- "Oi you two, get back to school." It was our principal. Crap, there is going to be trouble...
I am your normal, typical everyday teen who is 16 years old. Samatha is my real name; say it to my face and I will bite your head off. People say when there young, (girls anyway,) "Look mummy, I want to be a princess when I grow up, and I'm going to marry a handsome prince." To tell the truth, I used to be a girl like that. A girl who read every fairy tale she could get her hands on, and believe that they are real. It is a load of poison now. I had to learn that in real life, true love is rubbish and you won't grow up to be want you want. And in life, change happens quite alot and to me only, the horrible things happen. This is my life in a bedroom, in Carribien Orpanage. Yep; you guessed it. When I was 10 years old, my mother and father died in a car accident, when they were trying to pick me up from school. When I recieved the upsetting news, I was in the children's home eversince. Life was cruel after that. But the one thing I kept, was my book of fairy tales that my parents brought me as a christmas gift. I've treasured it since. Everyone else is out so I decided to read it. "And the prince and princess lived happily ever after." I finished but then...
"Is that why you ain't got a boyfriend Samatha? And you read fairy tales, to imagine you have got one?" It was a little pain in the ass, rat kid Charlie. And yes, it is a she. "Listen, you rat, it's Sam, and I might not have a boyfriend, but I'm fine. Tell anyone and you are screwed." She'd stopped bothering me and kept quiet.
The next day was school. For me it was, Swans high school. It really dampans my life. To top it off, you have also got a pain in the ass populor girl who makes peoples life a misery. The ice queen is called, Shela. She is the pretty, (not,) and rich type. "Had a great weekend Sam?" Ugh must she torture me? "Oh and don't worry, if you do what I'll say I won't tell people, YOU ARE AN ORPHAN!" The last bit she shouted so everyone can hear. Then was the cue, for people to laugh. So what did I do? Ran: from the mocking and sneering.
My life didn't get better at lunch. It was the usual slop they served us; and that made me feel more depress. After, this morning, I was by myself on a table and everyone backed away from me. I could feel like crying, but I won't because it would be embarrasing. So it was me and my lunch, and it was silent. Until... "Hi, you must be the orhpan Sam. I am Dylan." Great, the most populor boy in school came to mock me. This is going to be fun(!) "Whats it to you?" I asked bitterly. I didn't mean to be rude; but after what happen I feel like I want to kill everyone. "Ouch, I just wanted to see if you are ok." He smiled. I would never feel like this, but I felt hope for once. "Thanks." And I gave a visible teeny smile to prove it. Unfortunatly my happiness didn't last long till, "Oh look, the orphan has finally got a boyfriend." Shela teased so the school heard. I had enough of this so I ran. I didn't feel like waiting till after school. I don't care if I am bunking off. As I reached the gate, I quickly climbed over till I heard someone. "Wait!" Dylan was rushing after me.
I ran down the high street, towards an ally, but I fell.
"Oww!" I cried. But then Dylan came rushing up to me. "Sam are you ok?" He questioned. "Yeah, I need help." I said. He helped me up, and I felt more better. Now I was waiting for him to go beserk on me. "Why did you do that?" He yelled. Now was my chance to talk. "Well I'm sorry, being an orphan and getting mocked, will make you want to run away." He saw my expression and he calm down. We knew it was peacful, until I suddenly asked; "why do you care? I thought you were like everyone else." It took him a while to answer. "Because I felt sorry. I wanted to make sure you were ok. And I like you. There I said it." That was brave; I'll give him that. It was just silent until our faces were an inch apart. I could inhale his breath, and our lips were about to touch when- "Oi you two, get back to school." It was our principal. Crap, there is going to be trouble...
I'm setting here looking at a paused television screen and i soon think to myself is that the way that our life is life when we are put on hold.
If tht's the case then why are we not able to do the work that we have been meant to do forever,
how can the people in our lives trust us for the decisions that we make in our daily lives that we live.
are we really meant to be th people that we are meant to be or are we just passing through this earth with no-where to go but down, that is what i think about when i see a paused tv.
so what do you think about this journal entry that i just wrote you need to think about what i said and give me your best anwsers that you can give.
thnx erie morgan maples
If tht's the case then why are we not able to do the work that we have been meant to do forever,
how can the people in our lives trust us for the decisions that we make in our daily lives that we live.
are we really meant to be th people that we are meant to be or are we just passing through this earth with no-where to go but down, that is what i think about when i see a paused tv.
so what do you think about this journal entry that i just wrote you need to think about what i said and give me your best anwsers that you can give.
thnx erie morgan maples
Hate.Disappointment.Regret.They all make up some of the worst thing in our lives...then why can't we just give it up?Give it up and just throw all our problems away?The answer is simple because this,this is reality not a fairytale or some fiction story,where the writer can just have their way over their characters like puppets.No.Not at all in reality does one have their way to control their life or the lies that people tell them.There's no stopping your troubles in life or changing the regret you've made in the past ...it's life.
such a waste, my life whole life is a fake!...but im sure ive been a thorn inside of you...that's torn at you for years. but, sometimes i can taste how bitter i've become...& its more then i can bare. sometimes i pray for someone to blow me away. just make it quick, but let it burn...so i can feel the pain thats torn at me for years. i can't be held responsable, 'cause this is all so new to me. can i...leave my pain behind?
the sercomstances of one's birth are irrelavent. its what you DO with the gift of life, that determends who you are. the pain you feel...its normal. let it go.
you think?
yes. you need to forgive and forget.
i can't...
you can.
but i can't just do nothing...
it's not nothing!
i cant just...forget.
it's hard to forgive, and its hard to forget, but it's easy to do nothing...
you're right...
the sercomstances of one's birth are irrelavent. its what you DO with the gift of life, that determends who you are. the pain you feel...its normal. let it go.
you think?
yes. you need to forgive and forget.
i can't...
you can.
but i can't just do nothing...
it's not nothing!
i cant just...forget.
it's hard to forgive, and its hard to forget, but it's easy to do nothing...
you're right...