As I walked into the room I hated 더 많이 than life itself one thing was evident. He was staring at me again. I plastered a smile on my face and pretended not to care. “How are 당신 today?” Mrs. Gilmore asked.
“I’ve been better.” I stated.
“What’s wrong? Did 당신 not have a good weekend?”
“No just was too short.” I looked over to see him smirking at his desk. I wanted to go over to it and wipe the grin from his face but my mom’s words rung in my head loud and clear. “Ashley it’s okay to be mad, it’s okay to even think rotten things of him, but it’s not okay to act out your feelings.” 당신 see my mom had me going to consoling ever since my parents’ divorce years ago. It’s been ten years but yet the dreams still came every night, and no matter how hard 당신 fight sleep 당신 can’t win. 당신 have to sleep at some point. I turned ever so slightly to Johnny’s desk.
“How was your weekend?” He looked shocked at first.
“Good.” He smiled, “never been better.”
“Well that’s good. My weekend went well too.”
“Oh really?” He challenged. “Do anything fun?”
“Yeah actually met this guy named Thomas, he’s great. We started talking yesterday after he got off work and he’s really nice. He’s decided to take me on a 날짜 Friday.”
“Friday? Isn’t that a little early?” He slipped up.
“A little early for what?” I smirked.
“Nothing. I don’t believe 당신 anyway.” I quickly pulled out my phone and scrolled through my pictures and pulled up a picture of a guy I’d been talking to months 이전 before me and Johnny had started dating. I showed him the picture and smiled as he stared at it.
“Jealous?” I asked as the 벨 rang not even waiting for a reply before turning around to begin work on the problem that Mrs. Gilmore had put up there. I worked the whole class occasionally peeking behind my blonde hair to see how Johnny was doing. Once I caught him staring at me and glared back just so that he knew I’d caught him staring. As the 벨 rang for the 다음 class I quickly shoved everything in my bag. I made it to the 다음 few classes without a problem. My last class was going to be my problem.
I had science which meant having to work with Johnny on our lab. As I sat down Mrs. B handed me a paper. “What is this? I thought we were gonna do a lab today?”
“We are,” she stared at me, “look at the paper.” I glared at it. First 질문 your age, easy enough, 16. 초 height, five feet five inches I smiled. Third compile your data with your lab partner figure out the average and then find the class average. What are some similarities? Differences? I just stared at the paper. I heard the chair being pulled out beside me.
“Hey,” I heard Johnny say.
“What do 당신 want?”
“Nothing, honestly, God see this is your problem. You’re always questioning people and their motives. It’s so annoying.”
“Whatever let’s not get into each other’s faults we could be here for days on yours. Let’s just get this lab done.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
“I’ve been better.” I stated.
“What’s wrong? Did 당신 not have a good weekend?”
“No just was too short.” I looked over to see him smirking at his desk. I wanted to go over to it and wipe the grin from his face but my mom’s words rung in my head loud and clear. “Ashley it’s okay to be mad, it’s okay to even think rotten things of him, but it’s not okay to act out your feelings.” 당신 see my mom had me going to consoling ever since my parents’ divorce years ago. It’s been ten years but yet the dreams still came every night, and no matter how hard 당신 fight sleep 당신 can’t win. 당신 have to sleep at some point. I turned ever so slightly to Johnny’s desk.
“How was your weekend?” He looked shocked at first.
“Good.” He smiled, “never been better.”
“Well that’s good. My weekend went well too.”
“Oh really?” He challenged. “Do anything fun?”
“Yeah actually met this guy named Thomas, he’s great. We started talking yesterday after he got off work and he’s really nice. He’s decided to take me on a 날짜 Friday.”
“Friday? Isn’t that a little early?” He slipped up.
“A little early for what?” I smirked.
“Nothing. I don’t believe 당신 anyway.” I quickly pulled out my phone and scrolled through my pictures and pulled up a picture of a guy I’d been talking to months 이전 before me and Johnny had started dating. I showed him the picture and smiled as he stared at it.
“Jealous?” I asked as the 벨 rang not even waiting for a reply before turning around to begin work on the problem that Mrs. Gilmore had put up there. I worked the whole class occasionally peeking behind my blonde hair to see how Johnny was doing. Once I caught him staring at me and glared back just so that he knew I’d caught him staring. As the 벨 rang for the 다음 class I quickly shoved everything in my bag. I made it to the 다음 few classes without a problem. My last class was going to be my problem.
I had science which meant having to work with Johnny on our lab. As I sat down Mrs. B handed me a paper. “What is this? I thought we were gonna do a lab today?”
“We are,” she stared at me, “look at the paper.” I glared at it. First 질문 your age, easy enough, 16. 초 height, five feet five inches I smiled. Third compile your data with your lab partner figure out the average and then find the class average. What are some similarities? Differences? I just stared at the paper. I heard the chair being pulled out beside me.
“Hey,” I heard Johnny say.
“What do 당신 want?”
“Nothing, honestly, God see this is your problem. You’re always questioning people and their motives. It’s so annoying.”
“Whatever let’s not get into each other’s faults we could be here for days on yours. Let’s just get this lab done.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
War
I am weak losing strength, like losing blood
but the scene just drags on no one sees me.
I am unnoticed and as the picture fades away.
I'm covered with a touch, a healing touch.
I look at the face, the kind kind face smiling down at me.
I extend a hand but it never reaches its destination.
About this poem: I wrote it last night and its set in Afghanistan when someone's been shot and everyone's busy fighting so they don't notice him and then he sees the 앤젤 of death in front of him and then he dies before he can touch it.
Dedicated to the soldiers of Afghanistan.
I am weak losing strength, like losing blood
but the scene just drags on no one sees me.
I am unnoticed and as the picture fades away.
I'm covered with a touch, a healing touch.
I look at the face, the kind kind face smiling down at me.
I extend a hand but it never reaches its destination.
About this poem: I wrote it last night and its set in Afghanistan when someone's been shot and everyone's busy fighting so they don't notice him and then he sees the 앤젤 of death in front of him and then he dies before he can touch it.
Dedicated to the soldiers of Afghanistan.
Last Love
Your 심장 is breaking,
waiting for a rose to bloom again,
hoping your 심장 wounds will heal,
Not knowing that it can't.
당신 cry out in pain but no one can hear you.
About poem: I wrote this poem Saturday night(AKA yesterday) Its about someone who was being abused 의해 their girl/boyfriend then she/he dumps them and their alone on the 거리 and no one will hear cause their minds are full of hate and ignorance, they ignore the hurt person and let them scream out in pain.
(If this poem disturbs u plz message me and I'll 삭제 it 또는 put............well i don't know)
Your 심장 is breaking,
waiting for a rose to bloom again,
hoping your 심장 wounds will heal,
Not knowing that it can't.
당신 cry out in pain but no one can hear you.
About poem: I wrote this poem Saturday night(AKA yesterday) Its about someone who was being abused 의해 their girl/boyfriend then she/he dumps them and their alone on the 거리 and no one will hear cause their minds are full of hate and ignorance, they ignore the hurt person and let them scream out in pain.
(If this poem disturbs u plz message me and I'll 삭제 it 또는 put............well i don't know)
