My name is julia.
Im your average teenage girl. I dream big and have a huge heart. my heart belongs to this amazing guy though. Ive been through a lot, and ive learned alot, im not looking for pity for anything, im just saying im good at advice, from experiences.
Im outgoing and love music and poetry. Im very different and stand out, usually i act a little weird, but thats by choice
Get to know me, you wont regret it ; hopefully.
Cummon girls lets think this through,
It doesnt come down to "him and you"
Maybe in your perfect world
Your his only girl
None of us are smart enough to like the "right guy
We like the ones who love to lie
So lets realize who really will treat us right
And dream about them for just one night <3
This quote is not pretty, because,
its like the truth, usually >>>ugle<<<
Longer Than forever more than always, he
said.
Okay witty
people, i read all these amazing stories, and i thought I'd give
one a shot, please don't comment on grammar errors, because, this
IS my first draft...i will make it up as i type. Enjoy
Chapter 1
Exactly one year later, I was sitting on those swings, those very
same swings that i sat on right before everything i knew flipped
upside down. If only I knew than what i know now. I would've
made completely different decision. Instead im stuck, broken
hearted and confused.
As im
swinging on the swing, the creaking of the joints reminds me of
exactly a year ago, on this same swing. I strain my brian trying
to remember each and every event. Finally a picture forms in my
head.
. . .
Day before memorial day, May 24th 2009
First I look around, nothign has changed. The fireworks are
booming overhead as i teeter on the swing, the announcer who
comes every year, still announcing each type of firework. Than,
as the picture solidifies in my head, details seperate reality
from memory, creating a fine line into the past. I look
around, absorbing all of these memories as if iwas a sponge. I
see it, Jeydon, my best friend and my dad's girlfriend's
grandson. About my age, tall stalky legs, at this time short dark
brown hair. With him is my little brother, Daniel, a
little tiny thing with glasses and short, hair the color of
wheat.
They play
on the see-saw, watching the fireworks in awe.
"Up...BOOM...Woah.!" The sound echoes in my head,
remaining longer than i expect it. Than it comes, I new it
was coming, for this was memory, of course. That first crunch and
the screams brings to reality (or is it fantasy as a memory) what
i knew was going to happen.
Jeydon
rushes over to me, looking at me to help my little brother. He
has fallen off the see-saw. I know, it doesnt sound too awful
bad, but the see-saws when they go up go almost over my head.
Daniel is only a mere 4 feet tall, so it was a big fall. He
landed on his wrist and was screaming an earsplitting yell.
Carrying
his tiny body would be no challenge for anyone else, but such a
challenge for me. I have a weak ankle, and even his mere 60
pounds creates an spine shivering pain in my leg. Suddenly a kid,
15 or 16 comes up. I never caught his name, barely what he looks
like, and he picks my brother up and goes "Where are your
parents sitting?" I never thought I would appreciate a
strangers help that much in my life.
He was
tall, and wore a hat, not a baseball cap, but more of a hat,
almost like he was brittish. His blue eyes drove right into my
heart, their softness radiating care and comfort if you were
anywhere near him. He was a little odd, but i assumed he was just
following different coustom manners. When he first spoke, he had
a brittish accent to his voice. after dropping off my little
brother with my parents he turned to me and goes "My fair
lady, i assure you your brother is safe." is says bowing and
kissing my hand, in an extremely thick english accent, which was
intentional. "Would you wish to join me on the swings?"
He asks. I, giggling, decide sure why not.
I had never
been interested in guys before, so, being around one as charming
as this was new to me. We talked the rest of the night, about our
lives. He was a quite interesting person. Talking about his
travels and how much he loves to travel. I thought i was going to
die when jeydon came over to come and fetch me. I look into the
velvet black sky.
"What about fireworks?" I ask.
"Cass, They were over 20 minutes ago" he tells me,
calling me my nickname. I usually go by Cassandra, but no
matter how many times i tell him, he insists on calling me
Cass.
"It was a pleasure talking to you Cass, I hope you have
a wonderful future, for you are beautiful and intelligent"
The boy says as he kisses my hand and walks off."
I was in a
daze the whole ride home. I never was interested in guys, at only
13 i felt too young. But not only was I charmed by this young
gentleman, he seemed to have had interest in me. I concluded
that guys weren't icky anymore. My crush and best friend, was
about to hear the truth. I daze off to the sound of the music
drifting through the car.
. .
.
I shudder at the memory, If only i hadn't gotten interested in guys, just shut up. Maybe my life wouldn't have changed so much, maybe things would still be perfect. But nothings perfect, nothing lasts forever. My perfect forever though, was far from it, cut short with sharp scizzors, slicing through my perfect, fragile, paper, heart.
Weeks
feel
like {{months}}
Months feel
like {{years}}
I am
going {{insane}}
Without
you {{here}}
Your arms
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No more do
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Pain in
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{{heart}}
Tells me it was {{real}}
The fake
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Doesn't travel to my{{eyes}}
Foolisly they
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Through my devious
{{disguise}}
You're not
worth {{it}}
I know that
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but it's impossible
to{{live}}
a life
without
{{you}}