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Ok, big post today!
Here is a poem I've written because of my best friend (who is definitely NOT my favourite person these days)
Empty Words
You promised nothing would change.
You promised you would never leave.
But where are you now?
I looked, unseen,
while you drank every word of flattery and lie.
You chose them,
and I turned invisible once more.
You promised nothing would change.
You promised you would never leave.
But things didn’t go as planned
and yours were nothing more
than empty words.
And here is the second chapter from my story
Chapter Two
Two Months Later…
“Stop it, Josh!”. Hope squirmed.
Josh was in a pesky mood that day and it was about the fourth time he had pulled her braid.
The teacher heard her whispering and turned around: “Can you tell me, Miss Maxwell, what I was saying?”
Hope turned red: “No, sir, I can’t”
He twitched his lip: “The maybe you can tell me if I’m teaching in high school or in baby school”.
Josh stood up: “It was my fault, Mr. Hobson. I was pulling her braid”.
“Fine. The you’ll be in detention together” the other answered.
The bell rang.
Josh silently stretched his arm and pulled Hope’s braid again. She smiled at him and giggled.
He had become one of her friends, her very best next to Emily. Hope was happy now and she still shook her head when she thought of her fear in entering the classroom that first day.
Apart from Josh, she had started making friends with Luke, but they had never got past the point of acquaintance.
Other friends were Simon, Jess and Stacey.
Simon was Luke’s twin and had the same round, friendly face. He was Josh’s best friend and had liked Hope from the very beginning. Just like his friend, he had been able to see something behind the pride and shyness, something worth knowing.
She had made friends with Jess and Stacey a few days later.
They too were Josh’s friends, and Jess, probably pushed by him, had joined Hope one day at lunch and Stacey had followed her.
When she saw them coming near her, Hope thought she would have loved to sketch them. One thing she loved was “character sketching”: she wrote loads of descriptions of people she met, describing them physically and letting her imagination run away with her about their characters.
Looking at them, Hope reflected on the justice or injustice in creating them like this.
They were both tall and slender, but the similarities ended there.
On a first look, Stacey looked terribly plain: long, straight, brown hair, nut-brown eyes, dressed with dark and dreary colors.
Nothing in common with her friend’s short black curls, impish green eyes and brilliant complexion.
But on a closer look, you could notice the dreaminess in Stacey’s soft eyes and the refinement and delicacy in her features, whereas Jess had a sort of plain and commonplace air.
They had formed their acquaintance on a school essay and built their friendship on a book discussion, especially when Stacey found out that Hope had a book she wanted to read and when the latter offered the loan of it.
It was done: they were fast friends from that day on.
Hope had never been alone at lunch since, unless she chose to be, and there was never a dull moment either in her lesson or in her free time.
She would have liked for Emily, Shannon, Melanie and Rebecca to become friends with Josh and the others, but they never got past the acquaintance point, and this created problems sometimes.
Hope was perfectly happy. Or better, two things prevented her from being so: Cheryl and Ryan.
In the five main high school categories, Cheryl went under Prom Queen. Or better, she was the Prom Queen.
As the most beautiful girl in school, she caught all the guys’ eye, and all of them were crazy for her.
She was head cheerleader and half the students were in the quad during the cheerleaders’ rehearsals.
When she wanted something, she just needed to shake her head so that her golden hair caught the light and shimmered, then express a wish for it, and immediately somebody would take it to her.
The school population was divided about her: the boys loved her, most of the girls envied her and a few of them hated her.
Hope was among them.
Sort of the same story for Ryan.
The girls were all crazy about him while the guys would have given anything to be in his place.
But this time, Hope wasn’t different from the others.
In fact, she too had a crush on Ryan. An enormous crush.
With his blonde reddish hair and flashy green eyes, he had caught her fancy from the very first moment they met, although he had been categorized under jock from the very first time they had spoken. A teacher had paired them up for a classwork and they had to finish it at Hope’s house. He had sat on the couch and put his feet on the little table in front of it. She had looked at him ironically: “Do you really think you’re so cool? Get over yourself!” and had thrown a pillow at him to get the bored look out of his face.
He had looked up, half-smiled at her, and thrown it back at her. They had started a pillow fight, which ended in Ryan tickling her to death and Hope hopelessly falling in love with him.
Always the same "request": please comment and let me know what you think. I love comments!
Here is a poem I've written because of my best friend (who is definitely NOT my favourite person these days)
Empty Words
You promised nothing would change.
You promised you would never leave.
But where are you now?
I looked, unseen,
while you drank every word of flattery and lie.
You chose them,
and I turned invisible once more.
You promised nothing would change.
You promised you would never leave.
But things didn’t go as planned
and yours were nothing more
than empty words.
And here is the second chapter from my story
Chapter Two
Two Months Later…
“Stop it, Josh!”. Hope squirmed.
Josh was in a pesky mood that day and it was about the fourth time he had pulled her braid.
The teacher heard her whispering and turned around: “Can you tell me, Miss Maxwell, what I was saying?”
Hope turned red: “No, sir, I can’t”
He twitched his lip: “The maybe you can tell me if I’m teaching in high school or in baby school”.
Josh stood up: “It was my fault, Mr. Hobson. I was pulling her braid”.
“Fine. The you’ll be in detention together” the other answered.
The bell rang.
Josh silently stretched his arm and pulled Hope’s braid again. She smiled at him and giggled.
He had become one of her friends, her very best next to Emily. Hope was happy now and she still shook her head when she thought of her fear in entering the classroom that first day.
Apart from Josh, she had started making friends with Luke, but they had never got past the point of acquaintance.
Other friends were Simon, Jess and Stacey.
Simon was Luke’s twin and had the same round, friendly face. He was Josh’s best friend and had liked Hope from the very beginning. Just like his friend, he had been able to see something behind the pride and shyness, something worth knowing.
She had made friends with Jess and Stacey a few days later.
They too were Josh’s friends, and Jess, probably pushed by him, had joined Hope one day at lunch and Stacey had followed her.
When she saw them coming near her, Hope thought she would have loved to sketch them. One thing she loved was “character sketching”: she wrote loads of descriptions of people she met, describing them physically and letting her imagination run away with her about their characters.
Looking at them, Hope reflected on the justice or injustice in creating them like this.
They were both tall and slender, but the similarities ended there.
On a first look, Stacey looked terribly plain: long, straight, brown hair, nut-brown eyes, dressed with dark and dreary colors.
Nothing in common with her friend’s short black curls, impish green eyes and brilliant complexion.
But on a closer look, you could notice the dreaminess in Stacey’s soft eyes and the refinement and delicacy in her features, whereas Jess had a sort of plain and commonplace air.
They had formed their acquaintance on a school essay and built their friendship on a book discussion, especially when Stacey found out that Hope had a book she wanted to read and when the latter offered the loan of it.
It was done: they were fast friends from that day on.
Hope had never been alone at lunch since, unless she chose to be, and there was never a dull moment either in her lesson or in her free time.
She would have liked for Emily, Shannon, Melanie and Rebecca to become friends with Josh and the others, but they never got past the acquaintance point, and this created problems sometimes.
Hope was perfectly happy. Or better, two things prevented her from being so: Cheryl and Ryan.
In the five main high school categories, Cheryl went under Prom Queen. Or better, she was the Prom Queen.
As the most beautiful girl in school, she caught all the guys’ eye, and all of them were crazy for her.
She was head cheerleader and half the students were in the quad during the cheerleaders’ rehearsals.
When she wanted something, she just needed to shake her head so that her golden hair caught the light and shimmered, then express a wish for it, and immediately somebody would take it to her.
The school population was divided about her: the boys loved her, most of the girls envied her and a few of them hated her.
Hope was among them.
Sort of the same story for Ryan.
The girls were all crazy about him while the guys would have given anything to be in his place.
But this time, Hope wasn’t different from the others.
In fact, she too had a crush on Ryan. An enormous crush.
With his blonde reddish hair and flashy green eyes, he had caught her fancy from the very first moment they met, although he had been categorized under jock from the very first time they had spoken. A teacher had paired them up for a classwork and they had to finish it at Hope’s house. He had sat on the couch and put his feet on the little table in front of it. She had looked at him ironically: “Do you really think you’re so cool? Get over yourself!” and had thrown a pillow at him to get the bored look out of his face.
He had looked up, half-smiled at her, and thrown it back at her. They had started a pillow fight, which ended in Ryan tickling her to death and Hope hopelessly falling in love with him.
Always the same "request": please comment and let me know what you think. I love comments!