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BarefootInTheMiddleOfWinter Barefoot, In the Middle of Winter
Walking down a cobblestone road, barefoot, in the middle of winter isn't as easy as you think it is. I thought I packed enough food to survive me long enough without two parents to guide me. I guess not, Ive been living off a loaf of bread for the past two days, and drinking whatever I could get out of the snow that was on the ground. All I had to entertain myself was a novel by Charles Dickens, and I only had 3 chapters left. Then I unconfidently asked myself why I had runaway in the first place. It was pathetic, I was pondering myself with the same question for the past two days now. My backpack was getting heavy and i decided it was time for a little rest. Devon you're one smart kid you know that?, I said that to myself every waking minute I had to think about what
PEUPDM_Ch.1 POUR ÊTRE UNE PARTIE DE MOI
Ch.1_ I Will Play My Game Beneath the Spin Light_
**Collect calls to home to tell them that I realize
that everyone who lives will someday die
and die alone.**
Instead of beyond belief, its beyond life, its beyond reaching the ultimate goal. Those who dont motivate, or succeed, those who dont try to be the best at all; for them theres always a way thats not larger than life. I believe, that in the end of the best of things, it never turns out better than it may seem. You go, and you do what you do, but you dont listen to anything anyone has to say; thats when someone rights your wrongs.
The dream I dream, is beyond life. My dream is the days between Summer and Winter, the days where everything is still, quiet, it seems like time does not move. Nothing is making sound, except for you, your voice, your piano, and your pen and paper. Nothing is moving except your lip
Jeffrey the Musical ChairJEFFREY THE MUSICAL CHAIR
One day at Hey! Im a Chair! Academy, some chairs gathered around on the playground for some musical chair fun time.
Jeffrey was one of the many chairs that attended Hey! Im a Chair! Academy, and he absolutely loved musical chairs. He was also the all time champ of the playground. Jeffrey was shy, and he had very bad eye sight.
Musical chairs was starting, and many of the chairs were already out. Jeffrey and two other chairs were left. The crowd around the circle started chanting Go, Jeffrey! Go, Jeffrey! and Jeffrey was fully motivated.
The music started playing really fast, and Jeffrey was kicked out of the circle. He was ashamed of himself! He ran all the way to the trampoline across the playground. He started jumping and his friend Leroy fell on the ground; Jeffrey had to run to the nurse to get his friends inhaler. Then, he went back to jumping.
Jeffrey jumped and jumped. He then shot himself in the air and did a triple-milli-
(It is day break in a dimly lit apartment. The apartment is simply furnished, almost empty, and very clean.)
(A teenage girl arrives in the apartment from stage right with a flashlight in her hand and walks across the room to a white mattress on a frame. She crouches down with the flashlight and takes a box with the words fragile printed across the side. She starts taking the objects out one at a time and going over them with her fingertips.)
(She takes a medium sized book from the box and traces her fingers over the cover, she then sets the book down on a blue rocking chair to the side of the bed.)
(She then puts her hand back into the box and takes out many pictures, putting them on the chair as she looks at them. She then starts sobbing at the sight of the pictures.)
(She then keeps her hand at the bottom of the box for some time, moving it around. She then takes out a long chain with metal dangling at the end.)
LILLIAN: (Moving the dog tags around in h
The IllusionistYes, you! He waved a fan of cards directly in front of my face as I passed him on Lemingway Avenue, You, Maam, pick a card! Any card! I turned slightly and batted the white gloved hand away from my eyes. The crowd surrounding the man was enormous, and they were cheering louder and louder.
Pick one! They all repeatedly chanted.
The temptation was too much to resist, though I was late for my interview already. I walked over to the man with the white gloves in my tee shirt jeans and sneakers and then gently tapped him on the shoulder. He turned, a black top hat towering over the audience, and a smile that you could see from a mile away; beautiful.
Well, uh, I started, Im not really a big fan of magicians but There was an outburst of small whispers among the crowd. I heard one old woman quietly say magician and then giggle like a child. but I guess Ill give it a shot
Chapter Four and a HalfTwo Years Later: 2011
He rummages through the box marked fragile in his daughters bedroom and pulls out the most cherished memories. The first: two sets of army dog tags, one belonging to Rodger, one belonging to Lillian. He puts them aside on the bed where she once slept.
He reaches in deeper to find pictures of before the absence of his daughter. Her dark brown curly hair shading her green eyes like a tree shading grass. Her smile pearly white with crimson lips. He puts the pictures aside.
On the very bottom of the memory box was a soft leather-bound book with words too hard to read scribbled on the front. He untied the lace to the first page. It read The Journal of RH 2005- with 2008 written next to it in black pen. Underneath was written and LH 2009-2010. The story of his two children fighting for their country was forever savored in this one journal. Two similar journeys across the world to fight, compacted into one dusty, old, leather-bo
Chapter FourChapter Four
Driving as fast as I could across the whole country at the break of dawn was not as fun as I thought it would be. I was on my way to a new me, searching for what I loved most.
My first stop: the hair salon. The woman that welcomed me in asked me what I wanted done and I said just cut it all off. She did, and now I look like Im ready to fight. Ive already registered and Im ready to get on my plane. The plane actually was as scary as Rodger had said it would be, but it was more like a helicopter. I climbed in with my bag and my weapon and sat with the other men and women who were risking their lives for their country. I scanned the faces in the air vehicle and saw a few familiar ones. Reanne Just from my street with her blonde curls chopped off sat across from me, Bobby Grimes from my high school diagonal from me. They hesitated to start chatter, they knew that they were putting their lives at a terrible risk; they knew I was scared out o
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You cant marry me Im seventeen. I smiled and laughed at the last entry in Rodgers journal. The page had small words with big meaning, and thats why I loved Rodger.
So it doesnt mean I cant marry you when youre eighteen. he pinched my cheeks.
Hey, stop it! I looked away and pushed his hands back. Oh no, I have to go. Bye, Ryan. I waved and walked backwards out of the elegant glass door with a mahogany frame, never turning to look back.
Bye! I heard his voice yell through soundproof walls reaching out for me beyond the barrier.
I got back to my house half of an hour later and found my mom and dad watching the seven oclock news.
Hi I said; not sure if they were welcoming me home or not after my big scene at the school.
Welcome back. My dad said. I walked around the opened door and into the living room where they sat. They were sitti
Chapter TwoChapter Two
Good morning, Dad, I had just woken up, and my hair was the highlight of the morning. Something was dying in it, I swear. Whats that youre looking at? Mail?
Well, first of all, your hair really needs to be brushed. Second of all, yes, its from your school. He laughed behind the letter from my school and looked back up at me. He touched the hair on my head and laughed once more.
Haha, okay. Well what does it say? Was I doing something naughty again and not knowing about it? I joked.
No, kid. Theyre doing a presentation about the War with Iraq and they wanted to know if you wanted to speak at it.
Oh what do I have to say? I asked. I was sure Id talk about Rodger if I did speak at it. I would tell them how horrible the war was and that millions of family members and friends were dying because of it.
You just have to you know, talk about your family
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