Short Story: Summer Fun

It seemed the first snowfall of the year had just fallen, leaving us with a blanket of white. It seemed the April showers had just rained us out, leaving us with muddy puddles. It seemed the May flowers had just bloomed, leaving us with tiny pieces of hope. At that moment it seemed that the year had happened all too fast, no matter how much it seemed to drag on during the rest of the year. No matter how it felt, summer had come and jumped on us with surprise. The ninety degree weather, the final study sessions before exams, and the busy weekends with crazy friends, they came at us quickly. With them, came the sudden end of the school year.


How did freshman year leave us so fast? Just yesterday we were middle school children coming into the big, bad, scary world of high school. Today, it felt like nothing. High school wasn’t all that scary anymore; not that it had ever been that frightening. There was nothing left for me to learn. If I had made it this far, I would be able to survive anything. There was just one worry in all of our minds: Surviving summer. No, not just surviving, enjoying summer.

We all had so many hopes and anticipations of summer time fun, but we all knew that half the stuff we hoped to do would never happen. After all there’s only so much time in a summer. Three months. Only three months to create something worth living for. Before you know it that times up and it’s time to start another school year.

I was stepping out of class, clutching a small folded-up piece of paper tightly in my hand. Finally, I was ready to execute my all too thought out plan.

“Hey Noah,” I shouted quietly, down the hallway. He turned around at the sound of his name, “Wait up!”

He looked confused as I made my way up to him, but I forced myself to keep my composure. I focused on his hair; deep chestnut brown, a little messy at the top but cut in a short, clean way. Then I looked down at his eyes, also dark brown, but the clear confusion in them made me look away. I gestured for him to walk beside me, and with some hesitation he obeyed.

“So, what are you doing this summer?” I asked. It was a simple enough question, but felt awkward coming out of my mouth. It was obvious that the whole conversation was irregular, and out of place. Noah wasn’t accustom to these sorts of questions, especially from me.

“Stuff.” He gave me a look as to say ‘what are you up to’.

I took a deep, yet hardly noticeable breath, “Well, some of my friends and I are planning a party this summer. So, I was wondering if there was any way to contact you.”

That look spread across his face again, this time mixed with disbelief. I’m not so sure what had him more surprised; the fact that I was throwing a party, or the fact that I wanted him to come. After thinking about it for a minute he stated, “You could email me—“

“’Cause that worked out so well last time.” I scolded, hoping he remembered what I was referring to. By the sudden silence, and the way his footsteps fell in step with mine I could tell that he remembered. I clutched the piece of paper in my palm tighter.

“Here,” I handed him the paper, “how ‘bout you email me.”

I watched as he unfolded the paper, examined the letters written in a sparkly purple gel pen, then placed the paper in his pocket.

“Okay…”

The warning bell ranging, giving us one minute to get to class, “Don’t forget, and have a good summer!”

“Okay….” He repeated himself, as I walked away.

During my next exam I couldn’t think clearly, but I still managed to get an A- on it. My first step to summer had begun, and although he didn’t know it at the time, Noah was the key.

Here's to friendship

(Creative Writing- Prompts: "The hallway was silent" and "Her laugh broke the silence")

The hallway was silent, except for the footsteps of the two passing each other. They looked at each other awkwardly, but with recognition. They had been strangers, and if the same incident had happened just a few days before the two would have continued walking as if one another hadn’t even existed. Now they weren’t sure what to do. She looked at him as he looked at her, with an aura hanging in the air that they should say or do something. Instead, they continued to stare.


She took a long look at him. That face that she had barely known a day before, now seemed almost too familiar. Unknowingly, the same thought crossed his mind as it crossed hers. Was it possible for a friendship to grow too fast, or was it possible for a friendship to grow the wrong way? Was there a right way to form a friendship? They stared at each other, acting like frightened cats after having just gotten away from a pack of thin, starving dogs.

Her laugh broke the silence, “What are we doing?”

Although relieved that she’d broken the silence he didn’t quite know what to say to her, “No clue. Then again, does anyone ever really know what they’re doing?”

Finally, a decent conversation, “Well, if we never know what we’re doing, how can there be a never. There has to have been a time when someone’s known what they were doing.” She gave him a look as to say ‘I have to get to class ’, but instead of walking away he turned to walk with her. That’s how it always seemed to work; it was awkward, until the conversation started, then it was possible one might mistake them for best friends.

“Well, I suppose, but I just like to make it up as I go along.” He held a heavy door open for her that lead into the next hallway. She was glad that he didn’t know her schedule; otherwise he might have noticed that she was walking in the opposite direction of her class.

“I’m beginning to learn that.” Her brown eyes looked up at him, but they dashed around his face, afraid to make unwanted, awkward eye contact again.

They walked in silence for a minute, this time not quite as awkward. But with each step they took, and the distance of the dying conversation a strange sense of discomfort began to fall upon them. The girl noticed this. The boy probably did too, but it was almost impossible to tell if he would shake it or simply let it consume him. So, she spoke up.

Now, there are some things that everyone knows about this girl: She’s quiet, because she lacks the self-confidence to speak up for herself. She doesn’t smile very often, not because she’s always sad but because she only smiles for things that are truly worth it. And lastly, despite her lack of self-confidence she will speak her mind. She didn’t know what to say to him though. There was something particular about him, not in a way that she liked him but that she wanted to be something more than just a girl he shared random conversations with every once and a while. So, she made herself say something.

“What class are you going to” she improvised, “or leaving in that matter.”

“Physics, not that it matters much anymore,” he smirked, “And you, where exactly are we headed.”

Her cheeks turned an elaborate shade of a newly blossomed rose, “Well, nowhere really, but everywhere at the same time.”

A slight bit of confusion crossed his face, but not nearly as much as any other person would have given her. More, he was curious as to what she was going to say. It seemed curiosity may have been the reason the friendship had ever bloomed in the first place.

“I’m supposed to be in history, which as you probably know is at the other end of the school.” She explain ashamed, “But I feel what I’m doing right now may end up being more important.”

He nodded, “Well, then I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

She laughed, “Well, then I’m glad you didn’t find that extremely creepy.”

“Only if you promise not to find this creepy,” he waited for her to give him a nod, “Let’s get out of here.”

She knew exactly what he was saying, and despite the warning signs going off in her head she shook her head yes. Despite the fact that there were still three classes left in the school day. Despite the fact that her parents would ground her for life for skipping, and possibly kill her for getting in a car with a junior boy. Despite the fact that the whole world would be against her, she agreed.

Now nobody knew this. In fact people would be teasing them for years after, but they really never wanted anything more than friendship. People couldn’t get it through their heads that a guy and a girl could be friends without liking one another. No one could ever fathom it. That day, when that girl left in the car with that boy, was they day everyone saw them as a couple. Which they most certainly were not. That day, the boy had the same intentions as her. They all said it sounded slimy, a junior boy stealing a girl away his car, before even the school day had ended. It was anything but that. They did nothing of the sort.

They snuck out the gym entrance at the school and quietly ran to his jeep parked not so conveniently on the other side of the parking lot. He opened the door for her and she hopped in as if she’d been doing it for years. With that he got into the driver’s seat, and started the engine.

“Here’s to friendship!” He said as he sped out the exit and into the world with her smiling right beside him.

Collection of poems (Written March 1st- March 4th)

All These Questions

“Why am I so confused?” she asked me.







“I, myself have been wondering the same thing,” I tell her.






She acts concerned, but I can see


Her sudden apathy.






But I know I’ll break


If I keep all this bottled inside of me.






I’ll bore her with my tales


Of my pitiful life


And her responses come shorter


And I know that she doesn’t know how to fix


My eternal strife






Maybe she doesn’t care


But I call her friend


So my terrible tales


Of what some may call life


With her I share






“Are you happy?” she ask me.


“Why wouldn’t I be?” I respond,


Tired of trying to explain,


When no one listens anyway


“Reasons” she tells me,


Like she knows






Yeah,


Reasons I think


I’m a lone


I constantly disappointing myself


I’d rather live in my imagination than reality


No one believes in me.


I’m never good enough






A list of reasons


But I could never tell her that


She would think I want pity


I don’t want pity


I want answers






I move on with the conversation


Like everything is almost fine.


But secretly-


I’m screaming-


“Help!”


Inside.

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Is this what it feels like to go mad?




Like having your mind disagree

With your every thought,

Contradicting everything you think,



Like you can’t understand yourself.



Like if you say one word the whole world will-

Pounce

And tear you limb from limb.



Like your heart has turned inside out on itself,

Like your mind has worked too hard,

And is going to explode from overheating,



Like I’m so unstable that nothing even makes the least bit of sense.



What if everyone can see that I’m crazy?



Is this what it’s like to hurt?



Like just randomly crying will solve all my problems.



Like pretending I’m always happy will make me happy



Like being with someone will solve everything

What if it will?

Would I ever know?



Like maybe tomorrow my heart will leap out of my chest and tell me off.



like the whole world is ganging up on me, ready to tell me there’s no point in trying



I’m not good enough



What if the whole world is ready to hurt me?



Is this what it feels like to die?



Like a mask if covering your face.

Like every insult you hear is directed at you.

Like the doors are locked and the fire is right behind you.



Like even if you run you aren’t going anywhere.



Like no one cares,

Like no one listens,

Like no one understands.



Like the whole world is staring but they can’t see.



What if the whole world wouldn’t notice if I fell away?


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(This one makes no sense)
Rain is drizzling outside-


It is a beautiful disaster.

And all i want to do, is dance in it.

dance like tomorrow I will feel no pain.

dance like I will never again taste the rain.

Maybe, if I’m lucky

it’ll wash away my pain;

and soak me with hope that I thought I’d never see again.



A sad song

the melody of a million choirs

seems so surreal,

they know everything thing in my heart

the know how I feel



Tell me there is hope for another chance,

Tell me something crazy I won’t believe

I need something crazy

something to hold on to

Please make it true,

please let it be you.
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Another Novel Idea??

What do you think?




What if we only fell for the person we were meant to be with? What if we never feell for anyone that wasn’t our true love? We would never have to feel the sting of puppy love, and never the hurt of losing a first love. We would no longer have to feel the pain of rejection. Rejection wouldn’t even exist. No one would even know what it was. No one would ever have to worry if the other person liked them back, they would just know. What if everyone just instantly knew? The definition of ‘love at first sight’ would be redefined. Everyone would feel calm. Everyone would feel loved.

What if the spell was broken? What if after everyone got use to love at first sight, love at first sight no longer existed; or at least it wasn’t so obvious? No one would know who to love. No one would know how to love. Rejection? Everyone would live in fear of rejection, more than they do now. The pain of being rejected would be too much for everyone to handle. They would live their lives in fear of rejection and heartache. They would hide their love and their feelings.

Love: Hidden away in the dark, lost to a city afraid of rejection.

Life: What is life without being loved?

Will things ever be the same? Will they embrace love and rejection, or will they live life in the dark, forever fearful?




xoxox

~Baylee Jean

p.s. More to come. I came up with this today in Geometry.

What do you think??

This is an idea I have for a new book I might write... this would be the prolouge. What do you think?

To Whom this May Concern,


When will they learn that I do not care anymore? All of this mind-numbing information that they are trying to force-feed me is completely irrelevant. I just do not care. Is it not obvious to them that I do not want to be here? Maybe they should get it through their thick skulls that they do not know the correct way for me to live this shallow, pitiful life. I am an individual. Their hollow minds cannot comprehend my needs.

Initially, I too believed in their blatant lies and false accusations. I was nothing but the offspring of another pair of their mindless minions. When I was young they forced me to attend one of their facilities of education. Like a parasite with sharp fangs they sucked whatever ounce of soul I had. I am but a shadow of a once living human being. I was taught to become the citizen that they wanted me to be, that they wanted everyone to be. They had their image of what a citizen should be, and they had their own cruel ways of making their visions turn quickly to reality. But they made one mistake, me. They taught me too well. Easily I began to see around their lies. I taught myself how to survive and thrive on what was real, though I was the only person who could envision the truth.

They have their ways of knowing everything. I knew the truth; they tried to destroy me. Cruel punishments and harmful treatments became routine to my daily schedule. Under heavy surveillance I could not find the way out. I was smarter than them. Slipping away from the grasp of their only alliances. I had defeated them for the first time. But that was only the first time.

They are lying to you. Do not become another one of their pawns in the ever growing game they play. They are using you. World domination is their only goal. They do not care about you. The would prefer to watch every last one of our species die a slow agonizing death, and they will laugh as you bleed before them. You are nothing but a sacrifice for them to give up to their enemies.

Believe me. I have been where you are. There are many more battles to yet be won. Join me. I have seen you; and you are capable. You know the words I say to be true. Under our reign they will fall. Stand with me, and we defeat them today. Ignore this, and you lose your chance. But believe me when I say that you will remain nothing more than a predator’s prey.

Prove your worth; complete the challenge assigned to you.

Show no one.

-X

time

Freedom is so limited
A halt at every door
time starts over
acting for them once more

Time has been reduced
Nothing more than a minute
when time passes by
minutes seem to fly

Does time vanish
Does darkness turn to white
Should I dream
Is it right

Limited
Ambitions no longer held inside
Until time runs out
makes them run
makes them hide




~~~Hi! Random peom it's 12:43am and yeah i am like SOOOO irdk~~

Window

A looker out the window can see many
They see the colors of the day
Or the silence of the night
Watch the innocent play
or the teenagers fight
the nieghbors coming home from work
his child with a little smirk
the elderly couple
who hear a lot
the dogs that bark
the cats that hiss
the squirrels that are completly clueless
a bird flys by with a worm it his mouth
the people across
whose paries last all night
they've get quieter into the night
the little boys who laugh a lot
they always seem to be up to a new plot
The singer who sings to the night
If you listen well you'll hear the story he tells
a family walks down the path
the do not see me
so i laugh
through a window this is what I see
A nieghborhood filled with many
including me


~Baylee Jean Miller
well here's the first poem i wrote for this blog, hope ya like it. It's prolly not that good but i tried....
love ya! ♥