Memories... 9-11As I sit at home thinking, remembering what it was like.
There at the site where the towers fell.
Walking through the streets as people jumped out of the falling building.
It was horrible.
Remembering those times now I feel an odd sense of calmness. Glad that it wasnt me jumping out of the towers.
Wondering what it felt like, to have survived while your workers, your friends died around you.
As I sit here wondering these things I start to cry.
Remembering the fear I felt just walking by, stepping over bodies and watching them jump.
Its so sad and it had haunted me for years. The fact that some parents didnt think to get their kids away from it was worse. Those kids must have had nightmares for years after, even if they had no idea what was happening at the time.
I should have listened to my dad, when he called me as the first plane hit, he said to get out.
That stupid photographer, taking pictures of the bodies that were either blown out or had jumped.
I wish I could help..I wish I could helpI want to.
When I see you in pain my heart aches. I feel guilty for nothing, except not being able to help you. I want to be there to help you through it; I want to be there to comfort you. I dont want to be the cause of the pain; I want to be the one to fix it. You tell me you miss me but I ignore it, then I come when its too late.
I wish I could helpI really want to.
I want to be there to comfort you but I have waited too long, ignoring you. When were alone its fine, when were truly happy its easy to forget the hard times, and yet, when were together bad things happen; not always, but sometimes.
I wish I could helpI truthfully want to.
I enjoy the quiet, while you like talking about our problems and helping the other person, and yet, now, when you are very sad you dont feel like talking; only lying and saying that your perfectly fine. I know youre not, I can see it in your eyes, why wont you
sixth grade fun dayAnother school day, though this one is different than the others. Today is sixth grade fun day. I guess you can say that it's the best day of the year, but for me, not really. It means that the school year is up and i wont be able to see my friends everyday for almost three months... But, at least we will have some memories to keep us through the summer.
This is for Xela, who rarely sees her friends but in school. (I hope I got it right)
Here's my side of it:
School, I dislike it, and yet... without it I'd be no one. I have all my friends at school, and yet.. silently I am waiting for summer, to be free of homework, free to do what I want during the day, free to do almost anyhting, but see Xela.
As we get off the bus at the Boys & Girls club I am thinking about how sad some of my friends are going to be during summer, Becca, she has no neighbors, and really no one but me to call. Xela, who lives in Oceanside while all her friends live here, in Fallbrook, and not only that but
RosexVincentRose: *standing at the beach, looking at the ocean*
Vincent: *walking towards her, silently thinking to himself*
Rose: *turns head* Oh, hi, vincent *smiles*
Vincent: *nods head* Rose...I need to talk to you.
Rose: Hm? *cocks head* What about?
Vincent: *hesitates and looks at the sand* (How am I going to tell her?)
Rose: Vincent, you don't look so good.
Vincent: Huh? *glances up at her to find her right in front of him*
Rose: *places a hand on his cheek* You're really pale. And I mean paler than normal.
Vincent: *stunned at her touch* I'm...fine.
Rose: I don't think so. *removes hand and takes his arm* Come on, you need to sit down or something.
Rose: *pulls Vincent* There's a bench over there.
Vincent: *lets her pull him* (...Is this really affecting my health?)
Rose: *sits Vincent down and comes in front of him again*
Vincent: *doesn't look into her eyes, but away from her face*
Rose: *smiles* Is my staring at you making you nervous, Vincent?
Vincent: ...(It's actually...tempting me t