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The shock

“Primrose Everdeen”

It was as if the impact had knocked every wisp of air from my lungs
Unable to speak.

Someone was gripping my arm,
I started to fall.

Then I see her, the blood drained from her face,
Hands clenched in fists at her sides
That brings me back to myself.

With one sweep of my arm I push her behind me,
“I volunteer” I gasp

“I volunteer as tribute”

Sleepover

Ding,dong,ding,dong. The alarm sounds for midnight. Who cares! More food, more pillow fights, more fun!! Staying up late at night! Watching movies, texting boys, and staying up late on your phone. Finally fatigue takes over and we fall asleep……. Up and ready again early in the morning. The sour taste of unwashed teeth caked with sugar infiltrates your mouth. Breakfast time!

Ahh aren’t sleepovers fun?

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Midnight nightmares

I wake up with a gasp. The thin sheets are stuck to my sweaty body, showing my fear….I had the same dream again, yes that one. The one where…..never mind. How many times will I see this….we’ll I don’t really know what’s going on. At least I know there coming to me for a reason. The real question is why though…..

A cold morning

My eyelids flutter open, breaking the layer of magical dust that gives us sweet peaceful dreams. I give a good sigh only to see my breath turn to a mini cloud of perspiration. Last night Jack Frost was definitely nipping at my nose. I pull the great big quilt over my head to insulate the warmth that was still left. My eyes soon adjust to the darkness under the thick layer. I knew that I would have to getup soon to carry on with all the chores that needed to be done, but it was nice in here. Warm, maybe I’ll stay for just a few more minutes……

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TIC, TOC goes the clock

My eyes dart back and forth from the clock to the door. TIC, TOC it goes, silently watching me. Watching my anxiety and my distress. Where is she? Mom hurry up. If your getting me out of school early for an appointment that I don’t even want to go to then please hurry up! Arg! My anxiety starts to become Impatience and stress. Oh my gosh. Ugh! Mom, common. Where r u?

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Oh how lovely is the evening.

I look outside of the clear window, tinted a whitish hue from frost. My hands rub back and forth on the silken cushion of the velvet chair. My dark brown eyes zoom in and focus on every snowflake darting from one to another watching them falling from the frosty night sky like frozen teardrops. Each one different yet still in some way almost identical with the beauty it has. I silently open my mouth with a soft HUH. The moistness in my breath fogs up the glass. A perfect canvas to draw things that will quickly erase and you can do more. I turn around to direct my body to the warmth of the crackling fire. Oh how lovely is this evening!

Danger

I walk down the cold hall, the sound of my heels clicking as they hit the stone hard ground. CLICK, CLACK they go. Over head I pass the old big clock ticking away the precious seconds. A chill runs down my back as I realize there is no sounds going on. No teacher yelling, no custodian mopping, no student walking in the hall. I was alone in a dark scary place. I finally reach the door, my hand grabbing the ice cold handle. I put my hand to the side touching my work bag, making sure it’s still there. If anyone got it…I just don’t know what would happen. I push open the door into the cold air, the wind whipping my hair on my face as if it was barb wire. I have now stepped in the a world of danger. What did I just do?

Smells Like Heaven!

My eyes flutter open as my hands wipe away the sleeping dust. A usual routine for the morning. Although this morning is different. I take a big whiff of air and the scent slowly drifts toward me.

The sweet smell of cinnamon buns!!

I run downstairs still in my pajamas and half asleep. The only thing going through my mind is “I must get some before my pig little sister vacuum’s them up.” Atlas I get downstairs it feels like I’ve been running a mile when I just skipped down the stairs into my small kitchen.

Yes I get there right when she’s reaching for the last one. DONT YOU DARE!!!! I yelled. She froze shocked which gave me enough time to swoop in and grab it.

I took a big bite and looked over at my sister. She was reading my expression and by the way she read it I could tell that I had one expression on my face. An unmistakable one that could only mean;

Oh yes, this is delicious!!!!

This entry was posted on October 21, 2013, in Fun. 1 Comment