I really don't have a title
Today was very exciting.
*scene fades to black with one light shining on the stage and a lone girl siting on the floor, layed back.*
The mechanical rooster buzzed and vibrated against my slumbered ear. Lighting up to should little pictures of bells and the word snooze above a button. On top was the little numbers which told the right time. 9:15am. Shit. I hit the button on my phone as it went to a rest until needed once more. Covers flung and heart raced while runing up the stairs of a bi-level house.
I grabed a tooth brush with paste hopping in the shower the same time as brushing the plage(sp) bunnys out of a sleeping mouth. After the wash of both out and in the body, warm breath played along my hair in a wave of dryness. Half dirty, half clean, and half unknown covered my pale flesh. as I shouted at my father and darted for the door. Silence.
After the landing, zobies waddled in blank looks toward the buildings. "Brains. Must feed on knowlege!!" Any way. I walked out side between buildings. Birds bitching on the football feild lights about nothing important but who perches where. One door opens...not mine. Cold tired eyes watch as I pass by to the next shut door and open it to a large, almost purple room. No, Periwinkle. Late for the first of the year, eyes watch once more and my none interesting body sits at the large yet short desk and grabing a book to start off my pase in class work. Food was offered, I took it. Baggle/butter. normal junk in the room. And hours passed. Painting, mess, boredem, chess, cody -.-.
After school waited in the hot sun and the rough breath of the earth playing with my straight locks of hair. Red Jeep came up, hopped in, weird silence then home. A loved filled voice chatted away with me doing the same while pressing the cell lightly to my ear then soon hanging up when mother came home. Phone Rang, tension filled the living room and I my self forced to answer and only to my surprise, father. Words of another languge passed into my non virgin ears and a hard hang up.
"Your fathers not giving you your Futon back."
Anger built up behind my eyes to pure hatred and tears of it. Right then and now I knew if I had some sort of powers my father would be strecken down where he was. Slender pale digits fumbled upon own anger to call the one called father.
"Dad, I want my futon back. It is my VERY first bed in my whole life and ONLY first bed besides the crappy hand me downs. I want it back." My voice keep calm while holding ever ounce of pure hatred. Point for me.
Laughter.
"So your choosing sides now?" Bastard spoke.
"I'm not taking sides and you know it. THAT IS MY BED. MY FIRST BED AND I WANT IT BACK." My throut closed tight, loosing the anger in the the phone hoping that some of it would choke him.
Anger.
"I don't have any other bed besides that one. Where would I sleep!?" Bastard spoke again.
I thought about it while speaking to him that he has a bed. Her names Sue. "THATS MY BED, MY FIRST BED YOU TOOK! THAT WAS A GIFT TO ME! YOU HAVE MONEY FOR ANOTHER BED AND COULD FIND ANOTHER BED. BUT THATS NOT YOURS AND I WANT IT BACK."
You could feeling the anger rise in him.
"Well you better tell your mother I'm taking her to court."
Me, I'm thinking, because you won't give me something of mine back? KNOCK YOUR FUCKING SELF OUT!.
"Fine dad, do what you like but that bed is mine and always will be."
Silence. I struck a nerve. The phone went dead in my ear and tears swelled up. I ran to my room since I hate crying. My hatred for him grows stronger now and I will do anything to make him suffer like hes done to me. A phone call. A mere phone call relaxed me to pure joy and gitty ness. Phil. He was there to calm me down while I stumbled among my own tears and anger. HAppyness washed over me and all was right but ever now and then the anger would pop up and the voice of knight in clothing armor tamed the beast.
Hoped you like my journals like this. If you do let me know and I'll do it all the time. ^.^ But this was true by the way.
(C)copyright by Sara Frey (You steal this, you pay)
*scene fades to black with one light shining on the stage and a lone girl siting on the floor, layed back.*
The mechanical rooster buzzed and vibrated against my slumbered ear. Lighting up to should little pictures of bells and the word snooze above a button. On top was the little numbers which told the right time. 9:15am. Shit. I hit the button on my phone as it went to a rest until needed once more. Covers flung and heart raced while runing up the stairs of a bi-level house.
I grabed a tooth brush with paste hopping in the shower the same time as brushing the plage(sp) bunnys out of a sleeping mouth. After the wash of both out and in the body, warm breath played along my hair in a wave of dryness. Half dirty, half clean, and half unknown covered my pale flesh. as I shouted at my father and darted for the door. Silence.
After the landing, zobies waddled in blank looks toward the buildings. "Brains. Must feed on knowlege!!" Any way. I walked out side between buildings. Birds bitching on the football feild lights about nothing important but who perches where. One door opens...not mine. Cold tired eyes watch as I pass by to the next shut door and open it to a large, almost purple room. No, Periwinkle. Late for the first of the year, eyes watch once more and my none interesting body sits at the large yet short desk and grabing a book to start off my pase in class work. Food was offered, I took it. Baggle/butter. normal junk in the room. And hours passed. Painting, mess, boredem, chess, cody -.-.
After school waited in the hot sun and the rough breath of the earth playing with my straight locks of hair. Red Jeep came up, hopped in, weird silence then home. A loved filled voice chatted away with me doing the same while pressing the cell lightly to my ear then soon hanging up when mother came home. Phone Rang, tension filled the living room and I my self forced to answer and only to my surprise, father. Words of another languge passed into my non virgin ears and a hard hang up.
"Your fathers not giving you your Futon back."
Anger built up behind my eyes to pure hatred and tears of it. Right then and now I knew if I had some sort of powers my father would be strecken down where he was. Slender pale digits fumbled upon own anger to call the one called father.
"Dad, I want my futon back. It is my VERY first bed in my whole life and ONLY first bed besides the crappy hand me downs. I want it back." My voice keep calm while holding ever ounce of pure hatred. Point for me.
Laughter.
"So your choosing sides now?" Bastard spoke.
"I'm not taking sides and you know it. THAT IS MY BED. MY FIRST BED AND I WANT IT BACK." My throut closed tight, loosing the anger in the the phone hoping that some of it would choke him.
Anger.
"I don't have any other bed besides that one. Where would I sleep!?" Bastard spoke again.
I thought about it while speaking to him that he has a bed. Her names Sue. "THATS MY BED, MY FIRST BED YOU TOOK! THAT WAS A GIFT TO ME! YOU HAVE MONEY FOR ANOTHER BED AND COULD FIND ANOTHER BED. BUT THATS NOT YOURS AND I WANT IT BACK."
You could feeling the anger rise in him.
"Well you better tell your mother I'm taking her to court."
Me, I'm thinking, because you won't give me something of mine back? KNOCK YOUR FUCKING SELF OUT!.
"Fine dad, do what you like but that bed is mine and always will be."
Silence. I struck a nerve. The phone went dead in my ear and tears swelled up. I ran to my room since I hate crying. My hatred for him grows stronger now and I will do anything to make him suffer like hes done to me. A phone call. A mere phone call relaxed me to pure joy and gitty ness. Phil. He was there to calm me down while I stumbled among my own tears and anger. HAppyness washed over me and all was right but ever now and then the anger would pop up and the voice of knight in clothing armor tamed the beast.
Hoped you like my journals like this. If you do let me know and I'll do it all the time. ^.^ But this was true by the way.
(C)copyright by Sara Frey (You steal this, you pay)