No matter how good a dream is, we always have to snap back from it. All fairy tales usually have a happy ending, the prince saves the princess from an ogre, a knight in shining armor saves a lady from a hulky brute of a man and so forth. But the world lies, that is not what always happens. Fairy tales rarely have a happy ending. The prince will save the princess and trip down some stairs, fall down and break his neck. Or the lady will live for a few years as a wife to the night and die from child birth. The story tellers never give the actual tale, the sell what appeases to the eye and heart. Cinderella never had a happy ending, after the fairy gave her new shoes and clothes, she probably had to pay a price, give the fairy her soul, for all eternity after two years. About dreams, we should enjoy beautiful ones while they last and struggle not to wake up. The images around me in the dance floor kept on getting blurry and people appearing in two like some demons from horror movies.
A person can never go through life waiting for happiness, you have to make your own, for there is nothing stronger and better like a good memory. “Your eyes make you beautiful, but your lips do more than that, you are a beautiful creation. One that took a few more hours to be made, I would say the creator had some free time to spare during that time,’’ he whispered the words in my ear in a slurry base, that was seductive and enticing. “Are you sure, are my eyes that beautiful,’’ I asked more confused than ever. We kept on having normal and sugar sweet conversations at the top of the stairs, the bully has a heart. I moved towards the room I was supposed to sleep in and he followed behind, helping me, making sure I didn’t fall. I pushed the door open and slid into bed before he pulled out the covers and made sure I was neatly tucked in. “You are such a good soul, what demons always take over you every day, what really happens?’’ I asked slowly as I felt sleep taking a toll on me.
How do you kill someone? You fill them with so much love then leave… I was quiet as my brain tried to rearrange all the memories that append i one night. Just in one night the bully had admitted that he likes me. “Did you hear him say that he likes you?’’ my silly subconscious asked me again. Well, he held on to me like a life raft, everything was different, for a moment it was just me in him in the world. “Perez, are you okay?’’ Barbra sked as she waved her fingers in front of me. “ Well yeah, the patty was awesome,’’ I smiled back before she wore a cheeky grin. “ Yeah the party was awesome,’ old enemies rekindled flames as some people found their other halves and got kissed passionately,’’ she laughed. I just shrugged my shoulders and kept quiet. “ Was it stolen or lost?’’ she asked. “ What, I haven’t lost anything, what do you mean, you lost..?’’ I asked surprised. “ I mean, your virginity, was it stolen or lost?’’ she asked again as my eyes widened in disbelief. “Stop i
Beginnings can be very scary sometimes, you don’t know how to embrace a new feeling, how to embrace a new relationship, how to spin off on change and everything. At least that is what I thought, as I walked majestically along the hallways with a fantabulous feeling oozing out of my chest. This was my new beginning in Maslow High School, a new beginning, a new identity and life. A new beginning that didn’t involve me being the prey and the bully and his friends the predator. After all the passion that we had shared, there had to be something that had changed. You didn’t just exchange fluids and mix sweat with a girl for no good reason. Today, I had actually made effort to dress nicely, I had squeezed out some dollars from my savings to buy a new perfume to impress the love of my life Vince, to honor our new friendship, a new era of peace onwards as he continued his search for a new weak girl to bully. I had exchanged saliva with that handsome prince and walking demigod on earth, that
The next lessons passed like a blur, I was hardly listening and fantasized about stupid stuff throughout the lessons. I locked myself bout of class and played poker, chess and watched a movie inside my head. Being delusional was a very good calling, for one you could never get bored anywhere, your head could always keep playing movies inside to keep you busy and entertained. The tea break bell rung and I rushed out of class very happy and glad, that finally I would get to pout something in my stomach. The usual breakfast, a pitcher of milk, some juice, and a few accompaniments. I sat down with my food and began scoping happily while taking time to drink everything, so I could savor all the sweetness and the taste. I noticed a figure in front of me and looked up in surprise before continuing to take my breakfast. Didn’t Sasha know that there was a pact for peace, if anything, she should be aware and look for a new hobby. “Why are you acting so mighty and important out of the blue?’’
“The future belongs to prophecies and Broken promises “ He has changed, we exchanged saliva, we mixed sweat, there was a bond that was firmed between us. I could feel the strength of my bond and that of Vince the love of My life from across the school. No one would take this feeling away from me, not even the horrible words of my father, not even Sasha and Fiona. The bully made me feel something, he made my blood boil, he made my breath get stuck in my throat in short quick gasps, he knew me, more than anyone else. I stood at the for of the class debating whether I should go in or not. It was Math class and I wanted to be anywhere else in the world but here. If only I could learn math, my life would be better, it would be easier. I played with my fingers and stood at the door for a while before turning around. Math sucks, I didn’t need math, I was skipping this class. After the impression that I had made when I wrote the best poem today, I was not ready for Mr. Thomas to ruin my new
“How do you perceive the queen’s language, do you love it, can you read between the lines, beyond the lines and finally the lines themselves?’’ The whole class was quiet as we listened. Literature was one of the best classes. It made me like school, the teacher was male and he always loved twisting facts and everything. “As a teacher, if you came out of this class unchanged, not questioning the things around you, I would have failed as a person, it would be personal and I would resign from this job.’’ “You can just fail, we don’t care?’’ someone said within the class and we all laughed. “Exactly, those are the reactions I want, we read Anna KARENNINA BY Leo Tolstoy and it was another story, heart touching, with some controversial facts. But today, I want us to talk about other things that the society is ashamed of, what no one dares to talk about, what the society is trying so hard to burry and literature wants to unearth,’’ he breathed and smiled as we all listened attentively. A
Life is a game and if you are not playing, chances are high that you are the one being played. Someone grabbed my collar from the back and began strangling me. I struggled to breath as they tried to drug me with my collar. “ Wh- what, uuuh—auh-- , I struggled to talk as the grip grew tighter. “ Get up,’’ a voice that I knew very well roared. I struggled to say some words and his grip on my throat tightened as he threatened to lock out every breath of air from getting to my lungs. There was some confusion, why was he here, why was he doing this. “What?’’ I finally found the guts the breath and to ask what was wrong with him. A small and sharp kick met my back as the tug on my collar got adjusted. Shocked coursed through every part of me as confusion followed. I sat there and watched as he drugged my frame on the grass with difficulty. Finally nable to take it anymore I lifted my frame up and turned around to face my tormentor. Before I could even get a better look, he grabbed
A person can never go through life waiting for happiness, you have to make your own, for there is nothing stronger and better like a good memory. “Your eyes make you beautiful, but your lips do more than that, you are a beautiful creation. One that took a few more hours to be made, I would say the creator had some free time to spare during that time,’’ he whispered the words in my ear in a slurry base, that was seductive and enticing. “Are you sure, are my eyes that beautiful,’’ I asked more confused than ever. We kept on having normal and sugar sweet conversations at the top of the stairs, the bully has a heart. I moved towards the room I was supposed to sleep in and he followed behind, helping me, making sure I didn’t fall. I pushed the door open and slid into bed before he pulled out the covers and made sure I was neatly tucked in. “You are such a good soul, what demons always take over you every day, what really happens?’’ I asked slowly as I felt sleep taking a toll on me.
I pushed the large window to open fully and watched as he jumped in with a loud thud. ‘‘Be silent, someone is going to hear you,’’ I warned in a whisper as I suppressed a little girls giggle. It felt I was torn between leaving my window open so the bully could witness everything. He always made sure he gave me lessons at love with his little conquests every day, by leaving his window open, and putting the lights on so could watch every little detail, every single step as they kissed with him lifting his small whores against and doing all kinds of stuff to them. like I was cheating on him, so I pulled the window closed and turned around. ‘‘Heeeeeeey,’’ he greeted again as he pulled me into a warm hug. ‘‘Heey, ‘’ I greeted back as I hugged him too. ‘‘You smell so nice,’’ he commented as he pulled me closer to inhale his masculine scent. ‘‘Your cologne is also awesome,’’ I complemented, ‘‘What is it called?’’ I asked even though was sure that I would forget the name as soon as he
I mouthed an awful goodnight to everyone at the table and didn’t stay behind long enough to hear wherever they would, say. I was just done with humanity and everything about them. ‘‘Don’t forget about tomorrow, its along day,’’ my papa screamed as hr shouted goodnight too. IO smiled and nodded my head before taking the flight of stairs towards my room. I got in closed the door and laid on the floor flat, with my head facing the wall. This room was my safe place, it was one of the only places in the world where I felt whole, The ceiling board was familiar as usual, the normal designs, the walls boring as ever. Boring and me always belonged in the same sentence, my life was boring, terribly boring, nothing about it could spark or raise eyebrows, it wasn’t even spiced up a little. I closed my eyes and just lay there for almost an hour, I wanted to feel nothing, I wanted to be numb to emotion, immune to love or hurt. I didn’t want to be human anymore. My headache was getting even w
‘‘Beauty is all around you, all you have to do is open your eyes and see it’’ Dinner was boring as usual; it was just the sound of forks and spoons clinking on the plate as we all savored whatever was left inside our plates. The only time I ever felt alive was when I was eating. Food made me feel whole, it made feel like looking up to the next meal. There was a conversation going on around me, I made myself immune to whatever was being said, I blocked the words from reaching my ears. I had already given up, died inside a long time ago, the only thing I was doing right now was feeling up my body. I did not have a soul. I focused on the sounds the fork and knife made as it hit my plate and objectified my food as I became totally absent from everything that was happening around me. A hand tapped my shoulder and I gasped loudly in shock. ‘‘Sorry, but are you okay?’’ It was my step mama again, what was she even trying to do, by being good to me out of the blue. ‘‘I am fine,’’ I repli
Every day, people ask if you are okay. A random stranger inside the bus pretends to care and ask if you are fine, because your palms are sweating, or your lips trembling, from your struggle with anxiety. But most of the time, no one does, its pretense. The moment I got into the house, I wish I didn’t, they all seemed to be in a happy mood, happy for no good reason and I feared they might want me to join them and perhaps, perhaps I wouldn’t be able to, lest they notice that my spirit has given up. ‘‘Hellooooo,’’ my father greeted as he stood up to come and say hi. I was really uncomfortable and he knew, I wasn’t up for all the happy merry, the high vibes, I wanted it low and quiet, I didn’t want anyone to recognize me. That’s how a child grows up when their mother abandons them, it’s the only way for them to cope up, you lay low and lock up all your feelings in a cage, you become numb, because feelings are useless, humans abuse them all the time, you better not have them. ‘‘Hey pa
I literally rolled my eyes at the phrase, it was one of the most common things I had heard in school everywhere, despite the fact that I didn’t have much friends. That was so ordinary, it was a common phrase to tell a girl, it could get someone arrested. ‘‘ Girl, now you have standards about what to be done and what not to be done, and yet just recently you didn’t have a chance?’’ my conscience screamed at me after detecting what I had just done. ‘‘That is so lovely, oooouh,’’ I let out a fake mona as I struggled so hard not to laugh or do anything. God, I am evil too, kill me , punish me, make me repent. I laughed inwardly. I was currently doing well, experiencing a series of absolute highs that I couldn’t comprehends. What did I do to deserve all this. Would he have been heart broken if at all I had done it, if at all I had succeeded in taking away my life yesterday, perhaps he would have, perhaps he wouldn’t have. ‘‘ I think I like you,’’ he blurted out. ‘‘ What ?’’ I asked
“ Well , that was my mama, she is preparing…’’ oooups, I almost ruined the surprise. “ What surprise, I thought you said it,’’ I asked even more curious and surprised. “ Well, I guess you will just have to wait and trust me on this,’’ she laughed as she threw her hair back while looking at me. “ I got to go, brush my teeth and stuff, I have been sleeping since forever,’’ I cried. “ And yesterday, I tried calling you several times, you weren’t picking.’’ “Really? What time?’’ “ At night, wanted to face time you now, and gossip, and anormal stuff, okay, okay, I can be too much sometimes, let that slide,’’ she spoke fast. “ Is that Barbra feeling insecure?’’ I laughed at the thought. She was one of the most confident human being that I knew who existed in planet earth, confidence and her always belonged in one sentence. “Lol, go get a shower and eat whatever you getting for breakfast, but I warn you, be ready for the surprise,’’ she winked before blowing kisses in the air and han
I pulled the window down and drew back the curtains before standing on that position for a while , while just inhaling and exhaling the air around e. It was full of Cage, his scent everything. Perhaps all we need is a little lo9ve, all humanity needs is a little love to save it form drowning some one to care, someone to hug and hold your hand. I coiled in bed and hugged the balloon he had brought. It was laying on my chest with my hands draped around it as it felt warm. He was the sign, a sign form heaven above, a miracle, everything that I had hoped I would have but was too sacred to admit. I pulled up the sheets and turned off the bedside lamp, before closing my eyers. The balloon was still in my arms and my head was supported on the part of the bed where Cage had been sitting, it felt different, it felt better, it still smelt of him, it made me want to try again. *** It was another morning, a Saturday. Saturdays always felt so boring, boring because I was always stuck at home
Sometimes all you need is a little love. A big hug, and someone to care. It heals the soul, repairs wounds that are beneath the skin and makes someone want to live again. ‘‘Tell me, what is it like?’’ Cage asked. ‘‘What is what like?’’ I laughed back. We were sitting in a position that I still couldn’t believe. Vince should probably see this, see me happy, see someone treating me like a human being. I wanted a picture of this moment, I wanted to remember it so that the next time the bullies threw a fracas or decided to belittle me, I would literally through the image on their faces and run. Nothing slaps differently and hits hard like seeing your enemy happy, that is why the ice cream incident affected them so much. ‘‘ I mean being you, sleeping in this big bed like a princess and having a magnificent view of the town and street from your window, I can’t imagine,’’ he said as he tickled my nose. He was laying on my bed with his back, with a billow over his lap and me laying on