Family Life - Chapter 3 WIPChapter 3Does everybody have everything? Daddy called. The house was completely empty. Everything had been taken apart, tied up, and loaded into the moving truck. There were movers driving to our house in Vegas, then Daddy was taking one of our cars, and Mom was taking our other car. It was going to be a long drive, but apparently one that was worth it. Mirella and I sat quietly on the front step of the house, staring out at the cars driving by our unusually quiet road. The sky was dark and rain was threatening to fall at any moment.See? New York is sad to see you go, Derry, Mirella said, looking up at the sky and listening to the thunder rumbling.Im glad to know that, I murmured, sighing softly as I leaned my head against Mirellas shoulder. You gonna be okay going home alone with this weather?Yeah, definitely, Mirella promised me. She was wearing a warm sweatshirt and jeans with boots today. I was dressed in s
Family Life - Chapter 2Chapter 2Angeline? Whos this? I ask.This is my friend Liam, Angeline says to me.Its nice to meet you, Derinn, Liam says, holding out his hand to me. He has cerulean eyes and fiery red hair. His pale skin is freckled, but there are deep bags or maybe bruises? around his eyes.Hi, its nice to meet you, I say to Liam, shaking his hand. Hes very thin, and must only be 40. Hes five, like Angeline.Come on, Liam, lets go color! Angel said, taking his hand and leading him to the living room.Derinn!I look around, but I dont see anyone.Derinn! Derrrrriiiiin!Derinn? Derinn! Wake up, Derinn, its 5:45!I jumped awake, looking up to see my Dad watching me worriedly. Derinn, are you okay? he asked me, looking concerned. You look pale.I realized I felt sick to my stomach. I started to answer, though my
Family Life - Chapter 1Chapter 1The day started out entirely normal.Mom and Dad were up early to get ready for work, Mom dragged Colin out of bed, Dad dragged me out of bed, nothing new. Colin and I fought over the bathroom, I won (as usual), I took my precious time, leaving Colin only a few minutes to get ready. Colin got back at me by finishing off the milk, meaning I had to have Pop tarts for breakfast. Colin and I fought over the front seat in Dads car, Dad got angry and kicked us both in the back, then drove us to school. Mom took Angeline (the little Angel) to school, then probably found some excuse, being overprotective as she is, to hang around until the bell rang and walk Angeline into class.That's our normal morning routine, with some slight variation when Colin hogs the milk and we're out of Pop tarts, I have toast instead. Colin's my annoying older brother he's 16, just got his license. But honestly, I don't see the need for a license since we live in New York. I just use the sub
Teacher's OdeTeacher's OdeTeachers-We appreciate them allIn our own special way.Whether we're just quiet in class,Or sociable too.Maybe we give gifts,Or the occasional note.Perhaps we simply ask a questionAnd that tells youWe were listening.We've learned so much this year,And again, show it differently-Maybe we brag in class-Or use all the bit words we've been taught-Or solve that astronomical problem in math-Or sing the song we've worked so hard to learn-Or finish that science project that just seemed too hard-Or finally finished writing that huge book.We've all been through changes-No back packs,A new principal,Our friends leavingAnd the new school zoning-People moving on.But we still appreciate you guys,We show it with mockery,Even teasing and laughing.And some shyer people,Just give a wink and a nod,And a friendly smile to pull you through the day.That's our way of saying:Through all the hardships of the year,We appreciate you still.We've learned so much this y
RainRainWhether it's rainingOr the sun shining.The clouds overcast,Or the sky clear.I love the weatherAnd it's confusing ways.Even with its odd ways,I rejoice when it's raining.When the weatherIs cold or shining,It's all clearTo me, even with it's overcast.Dark and overcastHas its own waysOf keeping my mind clear.While it's drizzling, raining,And the suns not shining,That's the best weather.Even if it's warm, the worst weatherIs not overcast,But sunny, shiningIn dizzying ways.It's better to be rainingInstead of crystal clear.I always mourn when the skies clear,And the weatherImproves, the rainingStops, the angry overcastClouds dissolve in calming waysLeaving the air wet, metal shining.As I swipe my handOver wet, shiningMaterial, my mind begins to clear.My soul cleansed from the waysof the rain, the violent weatherthat momentarily erased my overcastthoughts, that dissolved with the raining.When the sun stops shining and clouds start raining,My overcast
Ocean ViewOcean ViewThe first dayWe arrived late at night.The shore of Mission Beach,Dark and cold,Wind and sea sprayBeating against usAs we entered ourWarm, cozySan Diego condo.I slept alone in the front room,The best view by far.Watching dark, rolling wavesFrom the large front window.The rushing soundsOf the ferocious oceanLulled me to sleep.The next day, we played in the ice water,Salty and stinging,The wind blowing us around.The rip currentsthreatening to drag us in.We felt small, helpless,But still exalted.We shivered in the cold waterAs storm clouds began toEdge nearer,Like a game of cat and mouse,Chasing the waves and the shore.We left the crashing water,And made our wayTo the warmth of theBeach side house.A warm shower,And brushing our tangled hair,We were cozy once again.That night I fell asleepWith the memories of the dayInvading my mind and dreams.A few days later,The sun is shining.The water is cold,But bearable.In bathing suits,With boogie
Writer's EscapeWriter's EscapeWriting is my escapeFrom hectic life.It helps me relax and open my thoughts.Once I pick up my pen, my thoughtsFlow out, escapeOnto the paper, as if with its own life.That separate lifeExists only in my imaginative thoughts,Yet it's still in reach, at hand when I need an escape.When I'm lost, lonely, scared of my life, I escape to my separate reality, where I am the ruler, and no one can control my thoughts.