her eyes don't even wonder anymore...
Chapter 8: almost
As the months went by, hope saw herself become more and more attached to Devyn. Devyn had some funny things that she did that drew hope to her. devyn had this weird habit of shaking her leg when she got mad, which seemed often with one person. Jackson mills always had a way to get onto devyns nerves. Since that time in the bathroom hope and devyn were inseparable. So, when devyn got this angry shaking, hope would gently put her hand on her leg and deyvn would release her breath and her body would relax. The more time hope spent with devyn the more she wanted to be with her. one day in mid-November, hope brought devyn to her house after much pleading of devyn.
Chapter 7: letting go
“Everything was going fine in Clydesdale high. I was popular you could say and I did a lot of things. It all changed when I met Amy. She was a very quit person and I was attracted to her from the beginning. As much as I prodded she never said anything beyond what was necessary to be polite with. I really got to know her when I directed the school play because she was the lead role. She was completely different when on stage. It’s like she morphed into someone else. We grew closer over Christmas break. No one could separate us. One night something happened and I found myself kissing her. we kept everything between us closed because we were afraid about our parents and other kids at school. When someone would ask she would always deny, and it started to bug me. I started accepting the fact that I didn’t want to hold it in anymore; but still Amy insisted. One day someone saw us kiss in the hall and reported it. When asked about it by the principal I said yes when Amy said no. I was expelled. My parents fought with lawyers to regain my admission in the school, but a judge would not listen to our case. Now, ive become so afraid of others finding out who I am. I’ve used all my energy to hide who I am from people in this school and today I broke down. I can’t do it any more. I wont. The fact is im gay and they have to live with it.
“Ok, ok, just one more time,
Chapter 5: shirtless
Hope sat on the old, crummy couch surfing the T.V.
hope sat down tiredly in her AP calculus class. gretchen trailed behind her. "What was that about?" gretchen asked after she set her books down on her desks. hope looked back ar her questionalingly.
" i know people fawn over devyn but you looked...diffrent" hope looked as if she didnt understand. hope looked at her as if she didnt understand. grecthen shrugged and turned to her math. hopes mind raced. what if devyn saw her looking at her like that. it would be a repeat of last year. thats not what hope needed. all of a sudden "hello, devyn", "hey, dev" "wassup, dev", "how you been dev" all kinds of greetings shooted into the air. hope glanced up and saw the tall beauty standing in the door way. devyn seemed to be on a best freind basis with everyone. nerds, jocks, punks, all seemed to know devyn. hope lowered her head to scan her math book, hoping no one would notice her.
-- This is a piece I wrote a few weeks ago. I need to pick some stuff to read at this annual presenation thing my school has, and this is one of the candidates. I want to know if you guys enjoy it, if you think it's appropriate, etc... If anybody has any suggestions for a title, they would be greatly appreciated. Thanks --
You have a headache. You’ve had it for days, a week, almost. You don’t have it all the time, but even when it doesn’t hurt you can feel it, hovering just below perception. Hovering and shifting and waiting to come throbbing into life again.
There was a girl who wanted to be loved. She was the youngest of a family who prided themselves on having the prettiest or at least the smartet girls in the land. She was not very pretty or very smart so she was an outcast among them. She was howver a great singer with a great contralto voice. Unfortunatley this land only liked beautififul soprano voices. So this girl was luckless in so many ways but she still remained happy.
"why hide", devyn said angerly to herself as she pushed the heavy, wooden door open with ease. everything looked the same as it had since she was 10 and had moved in when her father hit it big. her father now owned the biggest company in the world. Her father a tall, dark man had always had dreams of hitting it big. he had soft black hair that was starting to grey at the sides. he had gained wrinkles through stress of buisness but still look very rugged. he was a very lean man, yet his cheeks still looked like he stuffed 4 very large grapes into them. it was an amazing idea to devyn how her father ended up with a women like her mother. her mother was short, never surpassing the 4'11 mark she hit in 8th grade. she was warped with many curves. she had long, long blonde hair that had never shown one gray. she wore skimpy clothing, while her father wore suits and sweaters. their meating one night was nothing but a fleeting moment of lust, yet lead to the worst mistake of their lives. devyn. her father married her mom and soon they were learning to take care of a child they were never ready to have. devyn threw her keys onto the clear glass table. sure they had given her tons of money, a brand new car, and they never wanted to know where she was, but devyn was never a kid that wanted those things. she worked hard in school and in everyhting else she did hoping to get their attention some how and never did. she quit trying years ago. devyn survyed the fridge, and pulled out a coke from the bottom shelf. as the hiss of the carbination quited, she took a long solid drink and felt it burn and sting down her throat. she loved that feeling of pure pain with the aftertaste of something so sweet. after she drainded her drink devyn threw it await and climbed the stairs to the third floor where her room was. as she stood silently looking at her room she realized that with all the money she had her room was only furnished with a bed and several work out machines. "pathetic" she said to herself as she walked over and fell onto her bed.. she wasnt content with what she had. she wanted more. not neccesarly materalist things, but non-tangible thing. time, love, passion everyhting she was deprived of. she silently cried herself to slep thrinking of the life she lead.
oh. my. goddess. today was so incredible. now, before i start, i have to tell you all that i live
in a sorta strange town. no one will admit to homophobia, but almost everyone is. strange...
jacob was perching on the railing across from us, and wolf was sorta next to him. emma and i were
sitting against the wall, oppostite them, with our arms around eachother. there waas not one else around.
this was soo cooool! okay, here goes.
there's this gay sub at my school, mr. ma. he's really awsome. anyway, he was subing for the teacher
i ta for today. anyway. there was this kid, jack, who really bugs me, and he was pretending to hide
in the closet in the science classroom. (wierd, huh?) anyway, the bell had just rung, so i told him,
"jack, it's time to get out of the closet." and he did, 'cause i reign supreme over the sevies. anyway...
I lay on my bed for a while after Ashlei left, trying to fall back asleep. I never did. My thoughts kept drifting back to what she had told me. Sara was waiting in the lobby for me. I didn’t know why. She didn’t have anything to say to me and I didn’t have anything to say to her.
Okay, maybe I was a little interested as to why she never picked me up. But I was fine with letting that go. And maybe I kind of wanted to see her warm smile, but I was fine with letting that go too. I looked at the clock, she had probably left by now. I shifted positions, trying to find a comfortable one. I hated this damn cast.
Ten minutes passed. Then fifteen. Still I waited. Every time the door opened my head snapped up hoping it was Parker. It never was. Finally I saw a familiar face come down, but it still wasn’t the one I was looking for.
“I thought I said leave after ten minutes.
The door opened and I heard Ashlei drop her keys on the desk. Her bag made a large thump on the ground and the lights flicked on. She came over to my bed and looked at me. I pretended to still be asleep.
“Street, don’t play with me like that, I know you’re awake. You wake up to a mouse takin a shit so I know you’re up now.
Before I knew what I was doing I parked my car and walked to Parker’s dorm. I was right outside when I realized I couldn’t get in because the doors were locked. I guess I’ll just wait for someone to come. I found a dry spot and sat down.
As I waited, I wondered what I was doing here. It’s not like I hadn’t found myself in weird places before. But most of those times were when I was drunk, which happened often. But I hadn’t had anything alcoholic since last night. So why was I here?
I swung myself off the steps and heard the bus doors clamp behind me. Now for the walk home. A harsh wind blew that froze me to the bone. Don’t be weak, I told myself. I needed to find a job, or some way to make money. I could go back to doing what I had done before, just for a little bit…No! I had promised I wouldn’t go back to my old ways. I should find a job, and buy a proper jacket, since this one was atleast five years old with several holes. All the inner lining had worn away so it was just the outer layer left. Also, I needed to cancel my cell phone subscription, since there was no way I could pay for anything in that area. Stop thinking about it, it’s no use complaining to yourself. I walked on.
during our break today, emma and wolf and jacob and i were walking to area 51 (isn't that so messed up?)
anyway, emma and i were walking close, and we started to hold hands. we don't do that all that
often. not as much as i would like to be able to. anyway, i just got this wonderful feeling inside.
i love her so much. i can't believe that she puts up with me, but she does. she love's me. wow...
we were in the class room at lunch. wolf was there, and the teacher. i was standing under
the tv. she came up behind me, and i turned around. we kiss.
i told taryn about it, and she told me to ask her out. how was i supposed to do that?!?! she's my
friend, she was after someone else. i helped her with that. but, at the same time, i was in love
with her. i wanted her to love me back. so i asked
I am a Nigerian-American and I was one of those lucky 3 out of 8 African-Amreican kids who got sickle cell disease. There are three types and I got sickle cell anemia. For those who may not have learned about this disease in bio then let me put it in a nutshell. Sickle cell is a genetic disorder that make the hemoglobin(protein that gives blood oxygen) abnormal. This makes red blood cells hard and sometimes this makes the cells unable to pass through the veins causing extreme pain.