DontGetYourHopesUp
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<3When I Saw
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I walked in.. The new girl once again. I looked around automatically identifying the populars, the nerds, the know-it-alls (trust me there is a difference), the wanna bes, and lastly the IDK's (People who could care less about opinions but they knew who they were and weren't gonna change). What was I doing in Kentucky!? Why did my parents drag me here to place that seemed unlikely for me to make friends!? Surveying the area again I tried to find someone that looked lonely like me but to no avail. I sat and sat. No one came over to talk or to ask my name, or to even say hi. Just the occasional stare or dirty look from your everyday pop and a wanna be or two. The bell rang and everyone talked about going to time tables. I wanted to kn0w what that was but did not have the guts to walk up to someone and make the biggest mistake of MY LIFE. So I went with what I had: my schedule, room numbers, and the murmurs I heard around me. I finally found the class I was looking for, Musical Theatre. I walked where there was a ton of people obvioulsy seperated into their cliques. I waited.
"Alright, Alright," I heard someone obvioulsy a teacher yell. I looked around and found a teacher with a stern face, long red hair, glasses on the tip of her nose, and an outfit that screamed for help. Then I heard another voice, one of those "I remember when I was your age and wish I was still young" kinda voice and turned around to find a lady with beautiful curly cue hair who obviously spent more time putting on make up then choosing out her outfit. Then the last voice came to life as a a Mom voice and I looked and found a lady that was wearing what looked like bell bottom dress pants heels and a blouse, with red hair not down to her shoulders and a welcome smile. I listened to the welcome to musical theatre speech from all three teachers and was about ready to bail on the fact that I was even clost to good and would not get a role when all of a sudden I turned around and my night turned to day. That was when I saw him.
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Sorry for the cliff hanger. I am not sure if I will be able to upload more today. Hope that you love my first chapter and know that it will take a while for me to get more followers!!! Love, SourceOfAllMyHope
I walked in.. The new girl once again. I looked around automatically identifying the populars, the nerds, the know-it-alls (trust me there is a difference), the wanna bes, and lastly the IDK's (People who could care less about opinions but they knew who they were and weren't gonna change). What was I doing in Kentucky!? Why did my parents drag me here to place that seemed unlikely for me to make friends!? Surveying the area again I tried to find someone that looked lonely like me but to no avail. I sat and sat. No one came over to talk or to ask my name, or to even say hi. Just the occasional stare or dirty look from your everyday pop and a wanna be or two. The bell rang and everyone talked about going to time tables. I wanted to kn0w what that was but did not have the guts to walk up to someone and make the biggest mistake of MY LIFE. So I went with what I had: my schedule, room numbers, and the murmurs I heard around me. I finally found the class I was looking for, Musical Theatre. I walked where there was a ton of people obvioulsy seperated into their cliques. I waited.
"Alright, Alright," I heard someone obvioulsy a teacher yell. I looked around and found a teacher with a stern face, long red hair, glasses on the tip of her nose, and an outfit that screamed for help. Then I heard another voice, one of those "I remember when I was your age and wish I was still young" kinda voice and turned around to find a lady with beautiful curly cue hair who obviously spent more time putting on make up then choosing out her outfit. Then the last voice came to life as a a Mom voice and I looked and found a lady that was wearing what looked like bell bottom dress pants heels and a blouse, with red hair not down to her shoulders and a welcome smile. I listened to the welcome to musical theatre speech from all three teachers and was about ready to bail on the fact that I was even clost to good and would not get a role when all of a sudden I turned around and my night turned to day. That was when I saw him.
Notes:
Sorry for the cliff hanger. I am not sure if I will be able to upload more today. Hope that you love my first chapter and know that it will take a while for me to get more followers!!! Love, SourceOfAllMyHope
you know
what theey say about
hope-
it breeds eternal misery.
My father hasn't been alive for ten years and I still
haven't set foot on his grave.
Not because our last words were bad or sad.
But because I'm so afraid to just know that he's lying underneath the earth.
That he was once up here, instead of down there.
I don't even ask my mother where he is buried because I fear that she will be ashamed that I don't know.
I'm going to find his grave this summer and I will sit down with him and tell him about the last ten and a half years of my life and how much he has missed.
And I can't help but hope that he's proud of who I am and who I am becoming.
Not because our last words were bad or sad.
But because I'm so afraid to just know that he's lying underneath the earth.
That he was once up here, instead of down there.
I don't even ask my mother where he is buried because I fear that she will be ashamed that I don't know.
I'm going to find his grave this summer and I will sit down with him and tell him about the last ten and a half years of my life and how much he has missed.
And I can't help but hope that he's proud of who I am and who I am becoming.
