The shelves were lined with the toys, decorations, home and office supplies, and anything else you could possibly imagine. Some shelves were overstocked in preparation for the dreaded Black Friday. Several of the workers were already mumbling about the amount of work that had to be done to prepare for the insane rushes they were going to be forced to face in the next few hours. Large dollies were rushing around the store to find its items homes. The floor polishers were working overtime to make sure the bright florescent lights reflected off of the linoleum. A loud, hardly understandable voice came on over the intercom to announce that
There was a name on the breeze, barley a whisper in her sleeping ears, not one liable to
wake the sleeping woman. The large flannel blanket was spread beneath a willow tree and had
two pillows and two large, overlapping blankets covering it but only person slept. There was
thick mist in the morning air and it obscured everything within a two foot distance. Dew coated
the grass and it shined in the dim light that was brought on by the dawn. The leaves of the tree
above her rustled and chirruped as if to tell her the grave secret the morning held. The name
echoed a little louder, this time it was able to rouse the girl from her sleep. She
The smell of detergent, fabric softener, and cat piss met my nose in a revolting swirl that made me nauseous. It was bad enough that my dorms washing machine broke down, but the only place to do laundry within a mile or so was this place; Petes Laundry World. The name didnt sound promising at all. As I looked around the shop I spotted a few other girls from my dorm, including Gloria, the one girl I couldnt stand. I was tempted to leave but before I could make my muscles move, she turned towards me, smiling sweetly. God I hated that smile.
Gloria didnt know I hated her, mostly because everyone loved her.
Hey. Hey!
What?
See that kid over there with the red hair?
There were two people on the bus that had red hair. I didnt know, or care about, which one he was talking about.
Which one? I sighed.
The one on the bus across from ours, he replied, pointing to kid with arms folded on the edge of his open window. The first thing I noticed was that his hair was actually burgundy.
What about him? I asked, seeing nothing particularly interesting about the boy.
Hes Mexican!
I blinked, How do you know? From where we were sitting it
I was normal once, like everyone else. And I wasnt even sure how everyone found out. I thought it might have been Justins, my closest friend, fault. Hes got a big mouth and I told him everything, thinking he would keep quiet. So, I guess its my fault too. Everyone knows though. They know I am now living with HIV.
My peers side-step me in the hallway, thinking that if I touched them they would contract it. They whispered behind my back, thinking I couldnt hear them. I did though. I heard everything. The Boy with HIV. My nickname through my senior year. Fabulous, right? Not! I was bad enough that peo
The shelves were lined with the toys, decorations, home and office supplies, and anything else you could possibly imagine. Some shelves were overstocked in preparation for the dreaded Black Friday. Several of the workers were already mumbling about the amount of work that had to be done to prepare for the insane rushes they were going to be forced to face in the next few hours. Large dollies were rushing around the store to find its items homes. The floor polishers were working overtime to make sure the bright florescent lights reflected off of the linoleum. A loud, hardly understandable voice came on over the intercom to announce that
There was a name on the breeze, barley a whisper in her sleeping ears, not one liable to
wake the sleeping woman. The large flannel blanket was spread beneath a willow tree and had
two pillows and two large, overlapping blankets covering it but only person slept. There was
thick mist in the morning air and it obscured everything within a two foot distance. Dew coated
the grass and it shined in the dim light that was brought on by the dawn. The leaves of the tree
above her rustled and chirruped as if to tell her the grave secret the morning held. The name
echoed a little louder, this time it was able to rouse the girl from her sleep. She
The smell of detergent, fabric softener, and cat piss met my nose in a revolting swirl that made me nauseous. It was bad enough that my dorms washing machine broke down, but the only place to do laundry within a mile or so was this place; Petes Laundry World. The name didnt sound promising at all. As I looked around the shop I spotted a few other girls from my dorm, including Gloria, the one girl I couldnt stand. I was tempted to leave but before I could make my muscles move, she turned towards me, smiling sweetly. God I hated that smile.
Gloria didnt know I hated her, mostly because everyone loved her.
Hey. Hey!
What?
See that kid over there with the red hair?
There were two people on the bus that had red hair. I didnt know, or care about, which one he was talking about.
Which one? I sighed.
The one on the bus across from ours, he replied, pointing to kid with arms folded on the edge of his open window. The first thing I noticed was that his hair was actually burgundy.
What about him? I asked, seeing nothing particularly interesting about the boy.
Hes Mexican!
I blinked, How do you know? From where we were sitting it
I was normal once, like everyone else. And I wasnt even sure how everyone found out. I thought it might have been Justins, my closest friend, fault. Hes got a big mouth and I told him everything, thinking he would keep quiet. So, I guess its my fault too. Everyone knows though. They know I am now living with HIV.
My peers side-step me in the hallway, thinking that if I touched them they would contract it. They whispered behind my back, thinking I couldnt hear them. I did though. I heard everything. The Boy with HIV. My nickname through my senior year. Fabulous, right? Not! I was bad enough that peo
In all my life I never thought I would ever meet someone like her. There was so much that I could never tell her but I could tell her everything. There was something in her laugh and in her smile that melted all my worries and troubles away. Never again will I feel like the way I did around her.
But, the trouble is, I cant remember her anymore. Not the time we spent together, not the memories we made, nothing. Just how her smile made me feel inside. It was the most human feeling anyone could possibly ever feel, Im sure of that.
Maybe its bad that I cant remember. We did so much and there isnt a single thing t
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It certainly has been a while since I've updated this.
Hm.
Wellll I have a car which I crashed and fixed and have to fix again. I'm updating as much as I've collected through all the computer troubles. I'm having such odd problems with adding my short stories. It's frustrating.
Mm...
Anyone know anything about AP Literature classes?
Lol.
Enjoy the new work.
Ahh I'm listening to Taylor Swift. Lol.
Works been cool. I've been working mornings and stuff. Mm, I was grounded for six weeks with hardly anything to do. I'm off now but not for long I guess.
I'm uploading all of my creative writing assignments for all to see. There are a few that'll go under construction before I put them up but not much'll be changed. Just some names.
Anyway, I'm good for now and updates may come later.
Peace.
Fweee!
I'm at school and stuff...
Umm...My mom decided to turn my internet off for a while cause I didn't wash her car like I was supposed to...that's how I earn my internet. She turned it back on Sunday night to let me finish a project but wouldn't let me on anything else. I wanted to do something to her. Oh well. I got to check everything here I can't on Gaia though D=
I have a good thread going and they probably think I've left them or something ;-;
-sigh-
I've been feeling inspired...I've started a yaoi story. It's got a band, a magazine writer, and a few horses...oh how I love those paint draft horse's.
Wellllllzzzz gots to go. I