I suddenly feel extremely sad and miserable. I realize that my Coca-Cola is gushing on the floor. I quickly clean up the bubbly mess.
The phone beside me rings. "Hello?" I say.
"This is-" a man starts, but I immediately hang up because I know it's some weirdo asking for money या whatever.
Cautiously I turn the TV back on, desperately hoping that something sane appears on the screen. For extra measures I change to a बिना सोचे समझे channel.
It turns out I stand corrected, because I have the best of timing to turn on the TV just when Wyatt Starmount gets a sword in his neck. I shriek and try to shield myself from the horror.
Within a matter of सेकंड्स Daddy is bounding up the stairs, poking his head in my room to find the स्रोत of the racket.
"What's going on, Arissa? Everything alright here?" he asks nervously. I shake my head quickly and assure him I'm just fine. His face floods with relief and tells me that he can supply me with anything if needed. He leaves. I scan the channel guide for a normal दिखाना and click to a दिखाना on koala bears.
"Perfect. I mean, nothing could be LESS normal than koala bears, right?" I ask myself out loud. I'm fascinated as a family of koala bears stick together with some eucalyptus trees. I am addicted to them and I'm sure that Taylor would be, too.
THAT'S IT! I can confide in Miss Taylor The Actress. I remember in fourth grade when I told her I was afraid of spiders, she told me that I was bigger and scarier than any मकड़ी in the whole world. I immediately began The Great Goldheart मकड़ी Massacre. Unfortunately spiders, as I found out, are good for the earth because they eat bugs like mosquitoes and ants and pests like that.
I dialed her number wicked fast. Her younger brother Noah picked up and knew I wanted Taylor right away. I could hear his feet, her bedroom door open, a quick exchange between the two.
"Hello!" she sings out. I smile and laugh.
"So I'm in a pickle..." I say.
"Do explain why and what about," she questions.
"Well...I was watching the news-"
"No. Way. That's like, major." she jokes.
"Uhh...anyways, on the news there was a story about a kid our age in L.A. and he got killed द्वारा some hispanic maniac with a sword...a-and now I feel really, well, scared. And sad." I pour out. She knows how I feel.
"That really is terrible, Ari. But the bright side is that it's not very likely that the maniac will find आप when he's in L.A. and you're in New York City." she explains. I understand. After about five मिनटों of awkward silence I bring up the koalas and we dive into deep discussion. I hang up when she does. I stare out my window, eyeing the early summer sun and greenery out in my backyard. I sit in silence.
The phone rings again. "Hello?"
"Hello again. I'm Mark Guthrie. Is Arissa Goldheart there?" the strange man asks.
I put on a slightly different voice: "No sir, she's out. May I take a message down for her?"
"Indeed आप can. I need to talk to Arissa, if not see her and कॉनवर्स something important. If it's convient, she can meet me at Mattie's भोजन करनेवाला, डिनर tonight at seven. Alright? Thank you, ma'am. I'm looking आगे to seeing her tonight."
I hang up and think. Okay, I can go meet a creeper at a भोजन करनेवाला, डिनर या I can talk to a creeper over the phone and he will most likely call again and Daddy willl have a cow so I think I will sleep. I crawl into बिस्तर and pull the sheets over my head.
I drift into sleep for a few hours before I start seeing things.
The phone beside me rings. "Hello?" I say.
"This is-" a man starts, but I immediately hang up because I know it's some weirdo asking for money या whatever.
Cautiously I turn the TV back on, desperately hoping that something sane appears on the screen. For extra measures I change to a बिना सोचे समझे channel.
It turns out I stand corrected, because I have the best of timing to turn on the TV just when Wyatt Starmount gets a sword in his neck. I shriek and try to shield myself from the horror.
Within a matter of सेकंड्स Daddy is bounding up the stairs, poking his head in my room to find the स्रोत of the racket.
"What's going on, Arissa? Everything alright here?" he asks nervously. I shake my head quickly and assure him I'm just fine. His face floods with relief and tells me that he can supply me with anything if needed. He leaves. I scan the channel guide for a normal दिखाना and click to a दिखाना on koala bears.
"Perfect. I mean, nothing could be LESS normal than koala bears, right?" I ask myself out loud. I'm fascinated as a family of koala bears stick together with some eucalyptus trees. I am addicted to them and I'm sure that Taylor would be, too.
THAT'S IT! I can confide in Miss Taylor The Actress. I remember in fourth grade when I told her I was afraid of spiders, she told me that I was bigger and scarier than any मकड़ी in the whole world. I immediately began The Great Goldheart मकड़ी Massacre. Unfortunately spiders, as I found out, are good for the earth because they eat bugs like mosquitoes and ants and pests like that.
I dialed her number wicked fast. Her younger brother Noah picked up and knew I wanted Taylor right away. I could hear his feet, her bedroom door open, a quick exchange between the two.
"Hello!" she sings out. I smile and laugh.
"So I'm in a pickle..." I say.
"Do explain why and what about," she questions.
"Well...I was watching the news-"
"No. Way. That's like, major." she jokes.
"Uhh...anyways, on the news there was a story about a kid our age in L.A. and he got killed द्वारा some hispanic maniac with a sword...a-and now I feel really, well, scared. And sad." I pour out. She knows how I feel.
"That really is terrible, Ari. But the bright side is that it's not very likely that the maniac will find आप when he's in L.A. and you're in New York City." she explains. I understand. After about five मिनटों of awkward silence I bring up the koalas and we dive into deep discussion. I hang up when she does. I stare out my window, eyeing the early summer sun and greenery out in my backyard. I sit in silence.
The phone rings again. "Hello?"
"Hello again. I'm Mark Guthrie. Is Arissa Goldheart there?" the strange man asks.
I put on a slightly different voice: "No sir, she's out. May I take a message down for her?"
"Indeed आप can. I need to talk to Arissa, if not see her and कॉनवर्स something important. If it's convient, she can meet me at Mattie's भोजन करनेवाला, डिनर tonight at seven. Alright? Thank you, ma'am. I'm looking आगे to seeing her tonight."
I hang up and think. Okay, I can go meet a creeper at a भोजन करनेवाला, डिनर या I can talk to a creeper over the phone and he will most likely call again and Daddy willl have a cow so I think I will sleep. I crawl into बिस्तर and pull the sheets over my head.
I drift into sleep for a few hours before I start seeing things.
I needed more, more! I threw the book across the dimly lit, wooden attic. The book hit a stack of old newspapers. I tore open yet another book. Nothing would give me my answers.
Why did I feel the need to care for Lucy? Why could I not get Alexander out of my head?
There were pages, and pages of the thought process, but nothing to explain what I felt! Why could no one manage to capture these feelings, and explain them?
A knock on the door interrupted me. “What?” I snapped.
“It is past midnight, Damien. Come to bed,” कहा Grey through the door.
“I’ll come when I want to. Now, go away!” Could she not understand I was confused, and angry? She possessed such naivety.
“Fine!” Grey yelled. I heard her storm down the steps. Then I heard her bedroom door slam. I let out a puff of air.
Then I threw another book against the wall. I kicked the whole stack of books, and watched as they toppled over. I threw myself onto the floor, and began crying.
Why did I feel the need to care for Lucy? Why could I not get Alexander out of my head?
There were pages, and pages of the thought process, but nothing to explain what I felt! Why could no one manage to capture these feelings, and explain them?
A knock on the door interrupted me. “What?” I snapped.
“It is past midnight, Damien. Come to bed,” कहा Grey through the door.
“I’ll come when I want to. Now, go away!” Could she not understand I was confused, and angry? She possessed such naivety.
“Fine!” Grey yelled. I heard her storm down the steps. Then I heard her bedroom door slam. I let out a puff of air.
Then I threw another book against the wall. I kicked the whole stack of books, and watched as they toppled over. I threw myself onto the floor, and began crying.
upset
and so many thoughts
circling around
your head,
आप try to make
this right,
to find the best way
so आप could feel better,
so आप could be free.
Pain will never
go away,
it always stays
to remember you
that life is not a dream,
life is unpredictable.
Endless questions,
so many "Why",
but the answer
we will
never find!
The strength within
will not let us crack,
life is unpredictable,
who's to say?
Today you're happy,
and yet
despair waits
stealthily
to engulf you.
But,
आप need to be prepared.
Not only bad things
happen to bad people.
Unfortunately,
so many pure,
honored hearts
have been broken for
so many times,
in so many pieces,
and yet
they live,
they live with
their agony,
they live with
their groan,
but they live,
tho their eyes are
always sad,
their hearts are
still softly.
Therefore
they know...
Therefore
they are...
The brightest star
that shines
in the dark,
that spark of hope
for all of us
who deserve better.