Quotes added on Monday, August 3 2015
“she writes. many
words. mostly sentences. no capital letters at the
beginning.
lots of s
p a c e s between her
thoughts.
words on paper because
words out loud know no ears that can bare her language,
decoded.
everything flows as a
wash. she walks away. far from the source. she turns. her words
fall away.
the last light of the
sun escapes her eyes. she writes.”
--Meg McHatter
--Meg McHatter
A PLACE WHERE
SOMEONE STILL
THINKS OF
YOU, THAT'S A
PLACE YOU CAN
CALL HOME.
SOMEONE STILL
THINKS OF
YOU, THAT'S A
PLACE YOU CAN
CALL HOME.
High School
Oh yes, you're beginning high school. You're excited, moving up into the "adult" part of school, where people expect you to be responsible and respectful toward others. Where you should be smart enough to stay out of trouble and do the right things. Little did they know that you'd fall inot the wrong crowd.
You're in 9th grade, you see a lot of new faces, new boys, new girls, YOu want to make friends with new people, so you walk and introduce yourself.You get to know eachother and find out that you have a lot in common. You have the same lunch mod as some of them, cool, you can talk more. Lunch time comes, you sit togetgether at the tables, wjust before the bell rings to leave lunch, you exchange numbers, text and get to know eachother even more. Little did you know these people aren't really who they were set out to be.
You go to thwir house for the time. You're staying the night there. You smell cigarette smoke as soon as you walk in the house. You walk in farther and see that everyone in the house smokes. Your "friend" lights one up too. What do you do? You don't want your friend to think that you're a good girl but you know the problems that smoking can cause. The person you think is your friend tries to force you into trying it just once. You still say no. You pretend like you have to go to the bathroom, but you're really going to call your mom and tell her you want to go home. She asks you why and you say that you'll tell her when she picks you up. She replys with "Alright, I'll be there in 20 minutes"
You walk out of the bathroom, to find everyone standing there looking at you. They ask "You okay?"You reply with "Yeah, I'm alright, I have to go home, family problems. I'm sorry. My mom will be here in 20 minutes." Everyone had a confused looked on their face but they say that it's alright, they understand not to worry. They say "You're welcome here anytime." That's the thing, she never wants to come back. This is the environment she needs to be around.
Her mom finally arrived. but to her it felt like it took forever. She said goodbye and told everyone it was nice meeting them. Her heart was pounding. She told her mom what had happened, her mom looked at her as she told Megan how proud she was of her little girl. Wow, Megan hasn't heard that in awhile. On her way home her mind was racing. What if Lindsey found out the REAL reason she left? Would she tell the whole school that Megan was "too chicken" to try smoking?
Oh yes, you're beginning high school. You're excited, moving up into the "adult" part of school, where people expect you to be responsible and respectful toward others. Where you should be smart enough to stay out of trouble and do the right things. Little did they know that you'd fall inot the wrong crowd.
You're in 9th grade, you see a lot of new faces, new boys, new girls, YOu want to make friends with new people, so you walk and introduce yourself.You get to know eachother and find out that you have a lot in common. You have the same lunch mod as some of them, cool, you can talk more. Lunch time comes, you sit togetgether at the tables, wjust before the bell rings to leave lunch, you exchange numbers, text and get to know eachother even more. Little did you know these people aren't really who they were set out to be.
You go to thwir house for the time. You're staying the night there. You smell cigarette smoke as soon as you walk in the house. You walk in farther and see that everyone in the house smokes. Your "friend" lights one up too. What do you do? You don't want your friend to think that you're a good girl but you know the problems that smoking can cause. The person you think is your friend tries to force you into trying it just once. You still say no. You pretend like you have to go to the bathroom, but you're really going to call your mom and tell her you want to go home. She asks you why and you say that you'll tell her when she picks you up. She replys with "Alright, I'll be there in 20 minutes"
You walk out of the bathroom, to find everyone standing there looking at you. They ask "You okay?"You reply with "Yeah, I'm alright, I have to go home, family problems. I'm sorry. My mom will be here in 20 minutes." Everyone had a confused looked on their face but they say that it's alright, they understand not to worry. They say "You're welcome here anytime." That's the thing, she never wants to come back. This is the environment she needs to be around.
Her mom finally arrived. but to her it felt like it took forever. She said goodbye and told everyone it was nice meeting them. Her heart was pounding. She told her mom what had happened, her mom looked at her as she told Megan how proud she was of her little girl. Wow, Megan hasn't heard that in awhile. On her way home her mind was racing. What if Lindsey found out the REAL reason she left? Would she tell the whole school that Megan was "too chicken" to try smoking?
Go
out
and
paint
the
stars
maybe it's about the time to let all of the love back
in the light
No. No, you can't. ...STOP!
Please don't go away. Please?
No one's ever stuck with me for so long before.
And if you leave...if you leave...
I just, I remember things better with you!
I do, look! P. Sherman, forty-two...forty-two... I remember it, I do.
It's there, I know it is, because when I look at you,
I can feel it. And...and I look at you, and I...and I'm home!
Please...I don't want that to go away.
I don't want to forget.
Please don't go away. Please?
No one's ever stuck with me for so long before.
And if you leave...if you leave...
I just, I remember things better with you!
I do, look! P. Sherman, forty-two...forty-two... I remember it, I do.
It's there, I know it is, because when I look at you,
I can feel it. And...and I look at you, and I...and I'm home!
Please...I don't want that to go away.
I don't want to forget.
i don't care much about anything anymore, but holy crap
do i care about you
