Time is just disappearing...flying away from me...

Wow...

Didn't realize it had been so long since I wrote on here...

There's been so much going on!

I started my job last week and work Monday-Friday so that's eating up some of my extra time. And then I have powderpuff on Wednesday nights. Last week, our team was trampled. But tonight we actually got a touchdown! And almost had two more. So yeah...

Tonight I got an email from two doctors that work in Cook Center (the nursing school here). They asked if I was interested in being their Harvester Worker and when i could come in to talk to them. It's not my ideal placement but I'll take anything. If I get that job, then my total hours a week will come to 15.5 which is enough to make my payments every month, provided I don't use any of it for anything else... *sigh* .....wait....I just did the math...right now, I'm due to get $524 a month...I need $369 each month for my payment...HOORAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I CAN DO THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and if I get the Harvester job...then that should be anywhere from an extra $90-$200 a month....WHOOHOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh, Abba....
thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!!!!!!!!


I never doubted You for a second...sure, I was getting a little anxious...wondering when things would start falling into place...You sure like to keep me waiting *grins*but it's always worth it in the end...


.........*happy sigh*.......


that just took a HUGE weight off my shoulders...


This past week and a half has been so stressful...have had a pile of homework, a very sick roommate, a seriously screwed up phone, and the added stress of a new job. Plus our first choir concert is this coming Sunday so I've been pushing myself to memorize those songs...I own those songs!!!! *sigh* oh well...it will all be over soon...my pile of homework is going down, i should be getting my new phone in the next couple of days, my roommate is starting to get better, I'm getting used to my job, and after sunday, the concert will be over *sigh of relief* I feel like Tiana, from Princess and the Frog..."Oh, I'm alllllmoooooost there!!!!!!!!"


So close...


But I know You will be right beside me every step of the way, Abba...You haven't left me yet...I don't even want to think about where I would be without You here with me...


.......it would NOT be pretty....


*sigh*...


Ach...so tired...and I have my first science exam tomorrow...I do not feel prepared at all. The prof told us last week that, based on the scores from the last quiz, NONE of us are going to pass the exam. Yeah...way to instill confidence in us, Prof.....Jerk.

I really need to end this post and go study so I can at least get a C...I have to pass this class and keep my GPA up or I'll lose most of my scholarship money...and my grade has already dropped to a C just from my quiz scores...this exam is going to have a huge impact...ugh...I REALLY wish i didn't have to take this stupid class...bleck...


Goodnight...I'll try to start back up on my posting every day...or at least more often...


Goodnight, world...

Such a helpless feeling...

My sister broke her wrist last week. The doctors gave her a temporary wrist wrap to support it until she could get in to have a plaster cast put on it.

Yesterday she went in to get the plaster cast put on. The doctors had to put her under to do it. All I can picture is my little sister (she's not quite ten) being drugged so they can reset her wrist. She was probably so scared. She's not even 10! I wish I could've been there for her. I wish I could've sat next to her and held her hand and told her everything was going to be fine. Oh, my brave little girl. I wish I could be there when she wakes up and hold her. Good grief, I miss her. I miss them all.

Hello, homesickness. Long time, no see.

I have to go home this weekend. I just have to. I'm going to do whatever it takes. I'll find the money, even if I have to ask a million people for a $1 loan. I'll drive as far as I can and walk the rest of the way. It's been almost a month since I've seen my family. And I probably won't see them again until fall break at the earliest.

My mind has been sorta blank all day...but seeing you sent this song running through my head

"Tangled Up In You"
         By Staind

 You're my world
The shelter from the rain
You're the pills
That take away my pain
You're the light
That helps me find my way
You're the words
When I have nothing to say

And in this world
Where nothing else is true
Here I am
Still tangled up in you
I'm still tangled up in you
Still tangled up in you

You're the fire
That warms me when i'm cold
You're the hand
I have to hold as I grow old
You're the shore
When I am lost at sea
You're the only thing
That I like about me

And in this world
Where nothing else is true
Here I am
Still tangled up in you
I'm still tangled up in you

How long has it been
Since this storyline began
And I hope it never ends
And goes like this forever

In this world
Where nothing else is true
Here I am
Still tangled up in you
Tangled up in you
I'm still tangled up in you
Still tangled up in you

Mein Engel (aka The Runaways)

Mein Engel

Stephan:

             The night was very cold. December nights were always cold but this one seemed especially frigid. Thick clouds hung in the black sky, shutting out the moonlight. The darkness was so deep that even the shadows had shadows. A fierce wind had torn through the trees earlier but once night had settled, it ceased. Everything was quiet. The whole world seemed to be holding its breath…as if it knew what was to happen tonight.

            I knew.

            It was my fault, my doing.

            And I was going to fix it.

            I hurried to the great oak tree in the center of the grove, dashing from shadow to shadow, hiding in the deepness that filled the forest. All the home trees surrounding the great oak were quiet, filled with the sleeping bodies of my people. They didn’t matter to me anymore. Only she did…and the little one. They were why I ran in the darkness.

            The world was still silent when I reached the base of the great oak. High up in the branches sat three nests situated close together, each a separate room of a greater house. The giant globes were woven from green branches and tall meadow grass. The largest was suspended between the two thickest branches and was big enough to hold at least a platoon of soldiers. The other two nests were smaller in size and set on either side of the main nest.  Rolling my shoulders, I glanced at the smallest nest above me. It was placed in the crook of a branch about 5 spears high. No, the sound of my wings would draw attention. I would have to climb.

            As quiet as the mist covering the moor, I scaled the tree, coming to rest under the branch that supported her home. Inside I could hear voices; one was hers, etched with anxiety. The other was that of her closest friend, Alese. Good, Alese was there. She would help her…I hope.

            I whistled three short notes that told her I was there. Her answering whistle sounded and I swung myself up through the opening into the nest. There she stood, green eyes blazing as if preparing for a fight. Her prized bow and a full quiver of arrows were strapped to her back and her throwing daggers were in their holsters at her sides. With her long, dark red hair tied back at the base of her neck with a piece of leather, she looked every bit the fierce fighter I knew her to be.

            “Stephan, quit staring at me like a love struck peacock! There is no time to waste!” she snapped at me, hands on her hips. I could help but to grin at the sight, which only made things worse. “Stephan! Please tell me you’re going to take this seriously!”

            I snapped back to the situation, surprised I’d been able to push it from my mind for even a second. “Of course I’m taking this seriously, Tasha,” I said to her, “You just create quite a picture sometimes.”

            “Hmph, well, quit worrying about my picture. If we don’t hurry, there won’t be a picture left…of any of us,”

            The truth of her words hit me hard. This was it. If we don’t pull this off, our lives are over. She’ll be killed for committing treason, the worst crime in griffin society. And I’ll be killed for kidnapping the princess even though Tasha is the one who has planned our whole escape. She wants to go. Anyone in his or her right mind would see that, would understand why. Who wouldn’t if your father was König of all Griffins, a man with great power and a knack for always getting what he wants. A man who wants his only daughter to find a suitable mate so that when (if) he dies, she can ascend to his throne and lead the griffin people to victory over the other Ancient races in the battle for unbelievable power. Yeah, no pressure or anything. One can only imagine what he would say if he knew his daughter had fallen for me, a man with no parentage, considered “unfit” for warrior status, a man who had actually undergone training of the highest kind behind his back to become a great warrior. Imagine if he knew his daughter had secretly married this “unfit” man and had given birth to his child, a beautiful little girl, the future heir to the crown. And all this took place while the König was away at a conference with the leaders of the other three Ancient races. Yeah, he wasn’t going to be happy when he returned.
            “Prinzessin, if you are sure you want to live with this man and keep this child then you must hurry!” the sound of Alese’s voice brought me out of my thinking. “A messenger arrived this morning, bringing news of your father’s rapid return. If there is to be any chance of you surviving this escape, then you must leave now!” Alese whispered fervently. No argument there. Tasha glanced at me then shared a long look with her best friend, her right hand. She nodded.

            “We must hurry. The night will not last forever.” Tasha picked up her rucksack and threw it to me before turning to the bundle of fur on the bed. Stretching out a long finger, she stroked the soft cheek of our little girl, sleeping in the cocoon. “Sleep well, my angel. Soon we shall be free. Then you’ll be able to spread your wings and fly without fear.” Her eyes glistened as her voice broke on the last word. Fear was not something a griffin warrior, especially a warrior princess should feel. Squeezing her eyes shut, she breathed in and I saw her lips move as if she were praying. Then her bright green eyes found my brown and her entire stance changed. Scooping up the bundle of fur, she tied it to her so that it seemed like she was cradling our baby girl.

            Turning to Alese, she said, “You have been my best friend, my closest companion. I will miss you terribly and I pray that our ancestors will keep you safe from my father’s wrath.” She placed her fist over her heart and bowed, the customary way of acknowledging an honored warrior. “It has been my greatest honor to fly with you, Alese of Tahn,” she said, her voice thick with emotion.

            “As it has been my greatest honor to fly with you, Natasha, Prinzessin der Greife. May fair winds always find you,” Alese replied, using Tasha’s full title.

            A sad smile filled with a thousand memories spread across Tasha’s lips as her gaze locked with Alese’s. Hope hid at the corner of her eyes as Tasha wondered if she would ever see her best friend again but then reality set in and chased that hope away. By marrying me and having my child, Tasha had exiled herself from our people. She would not see Alese ever again…unless she repented of her transgressions, which she would never do.  Turning to me, she hid her pain under a smooth mask of calm.

            “Let’s go,” she said. I nodded then swung myself out of the nest, her pack and mine slung across my back. I dropped to the earth, landing on my feet. Tasha jumped down beside me. Holding a finger to her lips, she motioned towards the west. She turned and ran, so fast the shadows could not catch up to her. I followed, glancing in every direction, watching for any sign of movement. We ran in silence, not letting words distract us. Suddenly, Tasha froze.

            “What is it?” I asked.

            “My father,” she whispered, the terror evident in her voice, “He’s almost here.”

            Fear, that terrible monster, took hold of my heart with its icy claws. I didn’t even stop to think how she knew. “We must hurry then. If he catches us, it will be the end of all our lives.” I choked out. We had to survive. I could not let my Tasha or my daughter die because of me. “Come on!” I cried, grabbing her hand and pulling her after me.

            And we ran.

            We ran as fast as we could. I’m not sure for how far or how long. I only know we ran. The freezing cold didn’t bother us anymore. We were too terrified. The trees almost seemed to leap out of our way as we sprinted by. Nothing was going to get in our way. Nothing except for the man we were running from.

            After some time, the part of my brain not concentrating on moving my legs as fast as they could go noticed that the trees were thinning out. I was not sure how long it had been since we’d left the village for time had passed like seconds yet hours to me. Ahead I could see pale pinks showing through the dark browns and greens of the forest foliage. I realized we must be getting closer to the edge of the forest. Soon we’d be able to take to the skies. I glanced at Tasha and saw relief floating across her face as she realized we were almost free. Faster still we ran; how that was possible I have no idea. The trees fell away, ending in a huge span of waving golden grass that met the horizon. The sky, colored in shades of pink and lavender, stretched out over our heads. Over the edge of the earth, the yellow sun began its climb into the atmosphere.

We didn’t even bother slowing down; with a shake of our shoulders, our wings were extended and we soared into the air. The air stream whistling across the meadow caught us and tossed us higher into the clouds. Feathers rustled as we pushed our wings up and down with all our might, trying to gain as much power and speed as possible. We raced higher and higher until we broke through the cloud field. Only then did we slow down; even then, it was marginally. Still grasping Tasha’s hand, I angled us in a westerly direction. Only then did I glance at her. She returned my gaze. At first, I thought I saw regret in her eyes and I could feel my heart start to tear apart but then she smiled. Her grin was so full of peace and relief that I found myself smiling back at her.

“We’re free,” she whispered in awe, as if she couldn’t believe it was true.

I nodded. The realization finally hit me.

“Yes, we are,” I answered.

            Her smile only grew larger and she squeezed my hand tightly. I squeezed her hand in return then faced the now bright blue horizon ahead, wondering where the wind would take us yet not really caring because this was it.
            We were free.

Alese:

             I watched out the nest opening as my best friend and the warrior she loved ran for their lives. Galfridus might be the all-knowing König of all griffins but he had no idea his greatest betrayal would be committed by his own daughter. She would make a glorious Königin one day, if she survives. Even though she’s his only heir, Galfridus would not hesitate to end her life for such duplicity. Ruler first, father later. Much later.

            Gods, I hope they make it.

            I stared out into the darkness, debating the possibilities of Tasha and Stephan surviving. A pessimistic habit, I know, but when one is the captain of strategy for the König, that just can’t be helped. From what I could assess of the situation, their chances were slim but if nothing slowed them down…well then, they could be free. I sighed, a wish to follow them sneaking into my heart. But I couldn’t…

            A snap of a twig brought me out of my musings. A man I knew well appeared out of the shadows of the towering trees. His shoulder length jet black hair was pulled back into his usual ponytail. His eyes were focused on the base of the great oak but I could picture perfectly the piercing eyes the color of winter ice. He walked towards the base of the great oak and I shrunk back into Tasha’s nest, praying he didn’t see.

            “Ah, Kagan,” said a voice, the very voice I’d dreaded to hear, “I pray you brought me the traitors?”

            “I’m afraid, mein Lüttich, that they had too much of a head start. I was not able to catch them before they disappeared. All I found was this at the edge of the forest,” Kagan, Galfridus’ right hand man, replied, speaking in a low voice full of wary reverence. I peeked over the opening’s edge to see what he held in his hand. A feather

            One of Tasha’s feathers.

            Oh, no.

            Galfridus growled, “Well, they can’t fly forever. We’ll find them.”
            “Yes, mein Lüttich,” Kagan murmured as he bowed.            

            Oh, gods. Oh, no.

            “Oh, and Alese?”
            Gulp.

            “I hope you don’t know anything about Natasha’s treachery. Or you’ll die right alongside her and that filth she’s run away with,” Galfridus called up to me, his gravelly voice sending chills down my spine.

            Ah, hell.

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Author's Note: This is my short story that has been published in the actual TeenInk magazine and has now been voted #1 in the Most Recently Submitted category on TeenInk.com four times. It's actually the prologue to a more in depth story...that I have yet to have written....yeah...working on that. Anyways...the foreign words used in this story are actual German terms because I envisioned this story to be taking place in a forest much like Germany's Black Forest. So here are the translations for you non-German speakers (shame on you!)

Mein Engel - my angel
König - King
Prinzessin - Princess
Prinzessin der Greife - Princess of the Griffins
Königin - Queen
mein Lüttich - my liege

So, there you go! Yes, I am going to start working on the rest of the story and if I'm blessed enough, maybe someday this will be in print *grins* we'll see...anyways...hope you enjoyed!

The What Ifs

The human mind is almost incapable of believing what they see. Instead, a normal human being chooses to believe what they know…or at least think they know. Yet sometimes the human mind is presented with such solid proof that something unbelievable, unrealistic even, is actually completely and utterly true.  Like that story about the two girls. They both went to the restroom in a public place. One finished before the other and went outside to wait right by the door. The other girl finished and walked out of the stall to find a strange woman standing right in front of her with a dazed look upon her face. She abruptly turned around and walked out of the room. The girl outside swore no one had entered or exited the restroom since she took up her post. There were no windows and no one else was using the facilities at the time. The strange woman had literally appeared out of nowhere and then disappeared into thin air. People say that’s impossible; it could never happen.

                But what if it did? What if all that we believed to be imaginary, all that we’ve denied over time was actually real? What if that was the real world and the life that we’re living is the lie, the story?

                Guess what, my friends. The “what ifs” win.

You see…I was the girl. The girl who walked out of the bathroom stall to see a strange woman staring. She looked rather odd. Her hair was a grubby brown, twisted back into a mess of a braid. Eyes the color of a stormy sky searched my face, as if looking for some sort of proof or clue. A sharp scar cut from the certain of her hairline through the middle of her left eyebrow and stopped just before her ear. It was healed but not too old…the skin was still fairly puckered. She wore a tattered sundress over a pair of holey sweatpants. Filthy tennis shoes adorned her feet. She stood hunched over, as if the weight bearing down upon her shoulders was too much for her to handle. I was in shock. Here was this woman I’d never seen before in my life simply staring at me as if I was the one who wasn’t real. Yet I felt drawn to this woman…as if she were important, maybe not what she seemed. But before I could open my mouth and ask her any sort of question, she nodded slightly then turned and walked away. I merely blinked and she was gone. I thought maybe I’d imagined her. Reading so many fantasy and mystery novels can really make one’s imagination run wild. After probing my friend Maehen about the strange woman and hearing her tell me over and over that no one had entered or exited that restroom the entire time she had stood outside the door, I tried to convince myself that I had imagined the woman. But something in my heart wouldn’t let me forget her. A tiny voice in the back of my mind whispered that I’d understand someday.

I just didn’t realize that day was today.

Author's Note: This is my most recently accepted short story to TeenInk. It's actually an old story of mine that I updated. Turned out better than I thought! *smiles*

Bittersweet memories...

I thought I saw a ghost today,

Wandering down the halls.

It awoke bittersweet memories

Of what was – not so long ago.

The sight of it caused

My soul to weep just like before

As I watched the ghost of you

Leave me alone once more.

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That song came on the radio,

The one you used to sing to me.

Instantly my memories

Broke the wall I’d built to keep them

Locked in the darkest corner of my mind.

Images of you, of you and I

Flooded my mind.

Even though my eyes were open,

You were all I could see.

I squeezed my eyes shut

And pressed my hands over my ears

But nothing could chase away

The bittersweet echo of your laughter.

Goosebumps spread up and down my arms

As your phantom hands caressed my skin.

I began to shake, but I couldn’t shake away

Your memory.

Why do you haunt me so?

You’re gone; it’s over

Yet I still wake up with the warmth of your hand

Resting softly in mine.

You walked away but the memories of us

Still live inside my head.

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In the moonlight under the willow tree

The two of us met, my true love and me.

The shadows from me his sweet face hid

Though closer still to him he did me bid.

In his arms, I felt safer than at home,

Never ever had I any urge to roam.

The two of us met, my true love and I

In the dark of night when the stars did sigh.

Within the absence of light we could be

Two people in love like we wanted, free

From promises we had stupidly made.

But our words are our bonds, our love must fade.

            For this moment, I can be in his arms.

            Tomorrow with a heavy heart, I’ll harm.

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Author's note: The first poem is one I wrote for my English class. The second is one I wrote to deal with something I was going through. And the third is the sonnet I wrote for my British Literature class. Again, these are some of my favorites. Though, it is my blog so I can put whatever I want on here...mwahahahahaha!

Nightmare...and Another Nightmare

I found myself standing in the middle of a dark forest. Whether it was dark due to the time of day or due to the deep, rich color of the colossal trees around me, I couldn’t be sure. Twisting around, I took in my surroundings. All around me were trees of different sorts; oaks, maples, ashes, even pine trees. Every single one was at least as tall as a skyscraper, reaching up to the heavens and blocking out any light from celestial bodies. Spread out all over the soft ground full, green bushes and vines of ivy, enough that one step could ensnare you in a leafy trap. Scattered here and there were delicate, tiny, white flowers of a variety I’d never seen. Bending to pluck one from its stem, I noticed the total silence of the wood; not even the sound of a soft breeze stirred the quiet.

            And then in a moment, that silence was shattered by the sound of heavy footsteps pounding the ground.

Turning, I saw them. Giant wolves with sleek coats of fur colored silver, ebony or chestnut and long legs stretched out over the undergrowth. Their eyes were blazing gold and each giant maw hung open in a vicious grin, as if they were excited and pleased by the hunt. Terror filled my entire being as I realized I was their prey. Spinning around, I took off in the opposite direction. I scrambled to weave my way through the emerald vines and moss that seemed to reach out and grab at my ankles, almost as if they were trying to capture me for my hunters. Somewhere in the back of my mind, a little voice wondered why the wolves were chasing me but I ignored it and pushed myself to run faster.                                    

Out of nowhere, I heard someone calling my name.

            “Alese,” said the whisper, “Run this way, Alese.”
            I raised my head and searched the horizon before of me for the source of the whisper. That voice, it sounded so familiar. There! Ahead, I saw a figure standing in the shadow of one of the giant maple trees. Whoever it was held a lantern of some kind up high, the light blurring out their features. I didn’t care. It was someone who knew my name, who could possibly help me. I pushed myself harder, the muscles in my legs burning in protest but not giving up on me yet. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw the great beasts chasing me and realized they were drawing closer. That little voice wondered yet again why they were chasing me and how did they manage to catch up so fast. The logical part of my mind argued that they were made to lope through the forest and over underbrush while I was made for walking on city streets. But the terrified part of my mind ordered both to shut up and concentrate on running.

“Hurry, Alese, they’re coming!” the voice said, no longer a whisper but an urgent plea.

Faster and faster I ran, my feet flying now over the vines extending their fingers towards my feet. But the wolves did not give up and surged after me.

“Hurry, Alese!” the voice screamed, terror now evident in its tone.

Closer. Closer still. Almost there. Then one of the creeping plants achieved its goal and wrapped itself securely around my ankle, pulling me to the ground. I tore at it, trying to rip it away. My savior was so close, just mere yards to go. The thudding of the wolves’ paws grew louder as they grew nearer and I knew it was too late. I crossed my arms over my face, trying to protect myself with what little I had. The first wolf to reach me, a giant beast with fur the color of a night sky, leaped into the air, snarling and dripping saliva from its pointed canines. I tensed, waiting to feel claws and teeth ripping at my flesh. But there was nothing.

I lowered my arms and looked around me, shocked at the complete change in surroundings. Where the forest had been dark and full of impossibly tall trees, the meadow I now occupied was more blue than green due to the wide expanse of azure sky stretching out above it. Not a single cloud spoiled the bright blue color. The sun was high in the sky and I could feel the warmth of its light on my skin but it wasn’t an uncomfortable sort of heat. I spun in circles, stretching out my arms and throwing my head back, simply enjoying the peacefulness now welling up inside me. Gone were the gigantic trees. Gone was the dark shrubbery. Gone were the tiny white flowers. Gone were the monstrous wolves that preyed upon me. Even my savior, my light, was gone. Nothing was left except the sun, the meadow, and me. And I was basking in that knowledge. I felt like nothing could hurt me here. I was finally safe.

A gentle breeze brought the scent of wildflowers to my attention. I wandered through the tall grass that bent and swayed in the waft of air, searching for the blooms. Walking over a small crest, I saw that the green grass had turned to brightly colored blossoms. A little-girl giddiness overwhelmed me and I ran, squealing, for the flowers. Gathering as many as I could in my arms at once, I inhaled their heavenly scent. Glorious. I glanced about looking for more magnificent blooms to add to my bouquet. Raising my head, I saw the most remarkable daisy I’d ever seen in my life. Numerous white petals surrounded a sunshine yellow center. The entire flower was as big as my two out-stretched hands placed next to each other. I dropped the bouquet in my arms and reached out to yank the marvelous blossom from its thick, olive stem.

Clasping it to my chest, I rubbed the soft petals against my cheek. Remembering a game I used to play as a child, I began to pluck off petals one by one, all the while saying, “He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not.” Playing this game was like riding a rollercoaster. With each “He loves me”; lightness would lift your heart up to the sky. But with each “He loves me not”; a dizzying sensation would send you plummeting back to reality. I slowly worked my way around the daisy, pulling off petals and muttering the little verse. In my mind was the picture of my savior, surprisingly, as I wondered if he loved me or loved me not. I hoped he did. My hand started shaking as I got closer to the last petal, the one that would give me the final answer. Just five petals left. Now four. Now three. Just two more…and it’s…

“He loves me…not?”

Desperation stole my voice as my body shook with sobs. No. It can’t be. He has to love me. Because I love him.

            It wasn’t until those last few petals that I realized just how much I hoped for the positive outcome and why. I loved him. I loved him because he cared enough to be my light in the darkness. I loved him because he tried to save me. I loved him because he was my hero. I loved him and needed him and it wasn’t until the last petal that I understood that. And now my hope was crushed. He didn’t love me. Now, someone who thinks too much would tell me that listening to what the daisy said would be ridiculous and he could very possibly love me too. But even when I was a little girl, the word of the flower was law. Sobs shook my body as a great depression overcame me. I laid back on the wildflowers around me and cried. Tears gushed from my eyes, pouring down my cheeks and soaking my clothes. Hopelessness. Utter hopelessness. How could this happen to me? I loved him. Why didn’t he love me back? What did I do?

With my arms over my eyes and sobs wracking my body, I didn’t even realize that the swaying grass and flowers were gone; I was back home in my bed. Everything had just been a dream. 

Author's note: This was actually separated into two pieces and have been submitted and accepted to TeenInk.com. But it was the first short story I wrote and finished for my creative writing class in high school and is still one of my favorites. Hope you enjoyed it!