An Angel

Once upon a time, in a land far far away there was a girl named J. J was a strange girl. She lived by herself on the top of the hill. The hill was a strange hill. It had grass. The grass was blue, and at night, it glowed like the stars. On the very top of J's hill was a cottage. On top of the cottage was a tower. It was a stone tower. One night there was a rider and it was storming. He saw J's beautiful tower on the glowing blue hill and decided it would be a lovely refuge from the sotrm. J was sitting safe from the downpour under the open doorway of her cottage when a a face came out of the rain. The rider was surprised to see that someone lived in the cottage, and even more surprized that it could be such a fair young maiden.
"I'm sorry to disturb you. My name is Jim. I didn't realize anyone live here, and I was hoping to find refuge."
J looked at the man's long wet hair, flattened against his face and neck. He was handsome, but not in the way of most of the people she found attractive. There was something different about him. Something mysterious. He looked tired. His journey here had taken a lifetime. It had been so hard, it had taken so long, but somehow, it wasn't long enough. J moved from the doorway so as to let him in. Finally he could find some rest. Jim immediately collapsed on to J's comfortable looking couch. He looked off into a corner. There was silence, and then he began to cry,
"How did I get here?" Jim asked.
"Its going to be alright now. You're safe." said J.
"Back there. They loved me. Back there."
"What do you feel now"
"Nothing is real."
"Mothing was real. You're safe now."
"Shouldn't I go back?"
"You can't go back. Its too late now."
JIm looked at her. Tears streamed down his face and he looked distraught, but you could not tell that he had been crying. His eyes were not bloodshot, they were not red or puffy. His face similarly was not red. There was a strange warmness, a glow about him, yet at the same time, it didn't look warm at all. Jim locked his eyes on her. He stared. J felt uncomfortable, but she didn't show it, and took a step forward. Jim contuinued to starte. He looked confused, perplexed; hurt. He stood still, not taking his eyes off her. He walked slowly towards her, almost as if he didn't realize what he was doing. How he stood less than a foot away. He looked so sad.
"You will stay here? With me?"
"I will never leave."
Jim kissed her. It was a slow, sad kiss. It was a tragic kiss. A kiss that could kill. A kiss that made millions cry below. Far beneath J's Hill. The room began to brighten. Outside it had stopped raining. The room became nothing but white. Everything was gone. J and Jim began to face away as well. Starting at the feet, J and Jim began to be pulled away from each other, without their doing. They themselves then pulled away from each other and released the kiss, but too late. Everything was gone. 

Woah... What is this?

So I've actually been writing lately, a story, and if you know me tremendously well, you know that's shocking. Uhm.... I've been having fun with it, and so I've decided that I'm going to start posting it in slow installments.

Hope you enjoy. <3

14 Things I Hate About You

1. If I look at you, look up at your eyes, down to your lips, I take in every freckle, for some reason you can't just let me enjoy that. You have to say something. "You want me to kiss you don't you?" If you think I want you to kiss me, then kiss me. It made me feel self-conscious. It made me feel like you didn't want to kiss me. Like you looked down at me. Like you were laughing at me. Maybe that's really how you felt.


2. I hated when you held your jacket open like a total tool when you went to hug me.


3. I hated when you told me how cold I was with that pained and disappointed look on your face, because I couldn't make you warm. Why didn't you care for me? Why didn't you let me wear your jacket?


5. I hated when you tried to hang out with me and my "friends". I don't know how many times I have to tell you, but I don't have any real friends. I don't hang out with those people, I was just waiting for you to show up. I wanted to be with YOU. Can you please stop walking towards them? They're walking away from us. What do you not get?


6. I hate that you don't ever hear the first thing I say. The first thing I say is always the most important. So by the time I'm done explaining something to you, you have two details right and the rest are skewed or completely incorrect.


7. I hate that you make everything so obvious. So if its one of those rare moments when you don't say exactly what's going on, I can tell what you're thinking anyway, and you think you're not obvious, but you are, SO obvious. (See No. 1)


8. I hate how you're so suspicious that everyone is lying to you all the time. I hate that. After I told you how much I hate liars. After I told you about two of the people that broke my spirit and my heart because we were so close only to find out that they lied for no reason constantly. Why would I ever lie to anyone after that? Especially to someone I care about as much as I did for you. And the things you accused me of lying about? Why do you have to be so stupid?


9. I hated the way you talked to my parents. They liked you alright, but some of the things you said, and the way you said it, you sounded like such a suck up. And your jokes? Some of them were fine, but when you joke about having AIDS in front of my dad? No. No no no. Why the hell would you do that? 


10. I hated how you expected me to look my best everyday. I'm tired. I don't sleep at night. I'm 70% sure that I'm an insomniac. I hate mornings, and my hair looks fine natural. I don't have the time or patience or strength to straighten my hair perfectly straight every morning. And yeah, I have acne and I cover it up best I can, so yeah, I do wear a lot of makeup. I know that. I know when I'm having a bad hair day. I know why my makeup looks bad. I know when I got 4 hours of sleep. I don't need you to tell me that. (See No. 1) Especially coming from the guy that said I was beautiful no matter what. That you loved my hair no matter how I wore it. 


11. I hated it when you told me you would quit. Its great if you're going to quit, but don't tell me you're going to if you're not going to. Because honestly I don't care what you do. Its your life. And especially don't tell me that I'm your motivation for quitting, and then show up the next day messed up. That makes me feel worthless, like I'm not good enough. And you know, that thought would have never come into my mind if you hadn't told me that you were quitting for me.


12. I hate how you made me cry and yet you somehow have reason to be mad at me for it? Really? Your mad because you hurt me and I'm not going to just pretend that I'm okay with it? No. That's not going to fly. I was there for you. I cared about you. I put every ounce of energy I had into making us work. I ruined my relationship with my parents, because I was so absorbed in my thought about you that I was too preoccupied to treat them with respect. I did everything I could for you. 


13. And how do you repay me? "I will meet you right here after class" I hate how you got my hopes up for nothing. Spanish. I hate it. I just sat there all hour waiting to get out hoping to see you standing there waiting for me. But day after day, you didn't show. I didn't get mad. I didn't give you the cold shoulder. I gave you a pass. I let it go. And then you don't call me? And then I call you and you don't answer, and then when you finally do you're (See No. 11) and you tell me you'll call me back later. Guess you never called me back? And guess who went to sleep feeling miserable, and unwanted? 


14. I hate that you're "just so stressed out" because I've been stressing since the very beginning. But I stayed to make it work. I stayed because I cared about you. I stayed because I couldn't just quit. I did everything in my power to make you happy and everything I could wasn't good enough for you. No, you don't care about me. If you did today would have gone down a lot differently. I cared. When you were alone, when no one else was there. I was. So thanks for the memories even though they weren't so great.

And Here We Go Again.
With all the things we said
And not a minute spent,
To think that we'd regret.
So we just take it back,
These words and hold our breath,
Forget, the things we swore we meant
I'll write you just to let you know,
That I'm alright.
Can't say I'm sad to see you,
Go.
Cuz I'm not.
~Paramore

Its a New Day its a New Dawn, In an Old World, Full of Sh**ty People

So there's a lot of new stupid things I say now, like
You -insert adjective, characteristic, or action of person here- You.
Ex. you math wiz, you.
I dig that
Ex. I dig that.
the word "dope"
Ex. Yeah that's pretty dope.
Who has two thumbs and ______ This Girl!

I'm noticing I hold grudges now. Not sure how I feel about that.

Cuz I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby.

I do not however, listen to Iron Maiden.

I don't know why I'm doing this, but I felt like saying words, to a public audience, so here I am.
(However very unpublic it may be)


I also notice that I blush quite a lot. But I noticed that a long time ago.

I either talk incredibly loud, or not at all.


If I don't talk loud enough, no one can hear the funny things I say ;)

Something about battling pink robots

I have a friend, his name rhymes with....... Mames. And he's all sad and stuff. So, this little bit of sepparated lines is supposed to cheer you up. And if it doesn't cheer you up, I WILL send in a unicorn to eat your soul. And then Bam, no more pain :)

Now hold on, I lost an earring.
 Whew! Found it. Also, a Batman sticker. I'm pretty excited.

YES!!! BATMAN PHONE!!!

 This phone, from now on, will be used only to take the law into its own hands, and DEFEAT the mobsters and drug cartels in the streets!! Not really, I need to call my mommy and stuff. But still, cool phone.

Well, Alright.... I guess I'm done now.

Night All.

FAAAANCY COOOOOLLOOOOORSSSSS


Okay. I promise I'm done now. Oh God, this color is terrifying. 

Thoughtsonmymind, rightnow.

I remember this one time when I was like…pretty. Yeah, that was a fun time.

I don’t know what going on in girl’s minds when they take some pictures, and how they get their friend to pose the same. “Okay so like, I’m gonna put on these like, super short shorts, and like, you should wear like, the red ones over there, and then like, we should put on those tank tops. We should like, pull them down, like really low and like, bend down in front of the camera.”

I really wish I had money.

I really wish I had a laptop.

I really wish I had an ipad 2. I know it has a stupid name, but, those commercials are awesome, and I am severely impressed.

I really wish my mom would replace my broken phone. Because you know, its broken.

I really wish my phone working.

I’m fat.

I really need to do my summer English assignment.

I think I need a therapist.

I really like this song.

Are you too good for your home ball?!?!

I suck at put put.

I suck at most stuff.

To see you in the morning is a gift that I didn’t think could be real.

I haven’t seen my dad since 4th grade….. What an asshole.

I think I might need therapy. Or medication.

I’m fat.

I miss my aunt.

I need to get out of the house.

Hey the sun is out. I’m leaving,

Bye.

Things My Mom Says that Drive Me Crazy.

1. Okay, here's the deal.
2. If you can work it to accommodate my schedule...
3. I really don't feel like it.
4. I need to talk to you.
5. Chaperon
6. Reagan
7. Do I know him?
8. Do you like him?
9. You have a boyfriend?
10. You have a _______ account? Why aren't I on it?
11. What do you like about him?
12. Because I said so.
13. It really hurt my feelings.
14. Are you on your period?
15. Wow, you're in a great mood today.
16. I would never pressure you to do anything.
17. Do your friends smoke/drink/do drugs?
18. Did you eat lunch?
19. There's some carrots in the fridge. 
20. This is not the asparagus from your childhood.
21. You've never been fat. OR chubby.
22. Can I come with you? 
23. You should invite him over for dinner. 
24. I just wish I knew what they really thought about me.
25. You don't have to say anything.

Don't get me wrong, I love my mother, but she needs to chill out.

I Think Your Mom is Crazy

Once upon a time there was a girl with flaming hair. I mean literally, her hair was on fire. All the time. It was very difficult for her to sleep because she always burnt the pillows. Now that wouldn’t be such a big deal, because she is immune to fire, but fire spreads and so the bed would catch on fire, and then the floor, and then her collection of the Beatles memorabilia, and then the walls, and then the next rooms, and so on and so forth. And so not only does that put the lives of her family in danger, plus her Beatles collection completely gone, and though the fire might not kill her, being in a house of flame would be disastrously uncomfortable.

One day the girl with flaming hair decided to take a casual stroll through an enchanted forest. Now if you know anything about trees, you would know that they are very flammable. So basically, any type of forest would be a thing you would want to avoid if you had a pouf of fire atop your head. While trying to avoid spreading fires, the girl with flaming hair flung her hair back to dodge an upcoming branch. Common sense would say that fire is probably a bad thing to fling. But this was a long time ago, and the average person didn’t have a lot of that. So as I was saying, the girl with flaming hair flings back a piece of hair, which ends up hitting a previously avoided branch and catches on fire. Hearing the sounds of pines crackling, she turned around and seeing her terrible mistake, she begins to scream.

A distance away, a handsome young man was getting a drink from the nearby stream and heard the girl’s call. Still being very thirsty, since he had recently taken a Benadryl, he filled a large jug with the water and off he went. He Arrived Just in Time!! He found the girl trying to stomp out the fire with her feet, but to no avail.

“Stand back fair maiden!!” Said the brave and handsome young man as he threw his jug of water onto the fire.

The fire was then extinguished, (not to be confused with distinguished, having an air of distinction, dignity, or eminence) and the handsome young man was able to get a proper look at the girl with flaming hair.

“Oh my! Your hair is on fire!! Come with me, we must get to the stream!!”

“Oh no, my hair has always been like this! I am not in any danger.”

“Really? Wow that’s amazing.”

Suddenly the handsome young man was overcome with strange feelings!! It was like butterflies fluttering throughout his organs!! His heart rate increased!! He felt dizzy!! He was in love, or maybe it was the Benadryl. But either way, the girl with flaming hair was very beautiful.

“You are so beautiful.” He said with dreamy eyes.

The girl with flaming hair blushed. “Why thank you, you are quite handsome yourself.”

“I must be off. But won’t you first give me a parting kiss which to take with me?”

The girl with flaming hair leaned in to give him a kiss, but before she could do so, a strand of hair reached his shirt and caught it on fire. He looked down, noticed it on fire and ran away screaming, but before he got too far, he fell down and fell asleep. He had been having a runny nose for weeks now. The impact put out the flame, but now the girl with flaming hair was very upset. She walked over to him and saw that he was asleep. She knelt down beside him and began to weep. Why couldn’t her sister be the one to have hair with flames? Maybe then she wouldn’t be able to have all those cats. I don’t know how long to knelt there crying, nor do I really care. But eventually it woke up the handsome young man.

“Do not weep, beautiful maiden.”

“What reason do I have to be happy? I put everyone I care about in danger.”

What a sad life to have! The young man thought. “Don’t worry my love, I will put a stop to this and we shall be together. But until then, have you thought of wearing a ponytail?”

“What a smart idea!!”

After that, the handsome young man spent many days and many weeks thinking about the girl with flaming hair. He often came to her to ask her questions about her miraculous uncommoninity. One day he figured out what do to! He had spent many days studying her flame retardant clothing, given to her by the nearby retired gypsy. Why did they never think to use this for her pillows? He often thought. After much time in the lab, he was successful, and ran off to find the girl with flaming hair.

“My love, I have found the answer!” He said handing her a bottle.

“What’s this?” She said.

“I call it, Shampoo. Just wash your hair with this and the effects of your hair will wear off.”

The girl with flaming hair was so excited!! She gave the handsome young man a big hug and burnt him, then apologized feverishly and ran off to wash her hair. It had worked!! The girl and young man got married and lived happily ever after with 5 beautiful children. There were of course some problems with the shampoo. The counter effect didn’t last forever, so they were always having to make more, and then they ceased to work when the girl with flaming hair got angry, or went out in the rain. But mostly they were happy.

The End