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Rope
02:37 May 30 2007
Times Read: 582

Finally! Home alone!

This is the moment you were dreading of seeing,

And yet too anxious,

The family went out to dinner.

But you wanted to stay home,

And “Play on the computer.”

You fine a piece of paper,

You write something,

It reads;

“You all know I love you. But I have to say, life is hell. No one I could ever talk to could have helped. I’m sorry to say, but… bye.”

Short and sweet right?

You set it gently on the counter,

Where everyone can see it,

Then you dash off to your room,

And get the rope.

You go to the back yard,

Find your favorite tree.

You climb up it one… last… time.

You make a loop out of one end of the rope, tie the other to the tree.

You look down,

Second thoughts?

Never… why should you? Well…

Every second since you wrote that damned note.

Put the loop over your head,

It rests upon your neck,

You sit, ready to just, fall.

Then you see Angel.

No, not a angel.

The Angel.

Your dog.

You break down crying.

Who were you kidding?!

You’ve had someone all along,

They may not talk back to you,

But they do understand,

That all is not good,

You throw off the rope,

And jump,

But you jump knowing that,

All will be better.

The doggie just sits there and wags its tail,

You run and clamp onto the dog,

Then you hear tires roll up.

No! not for at least another hour!

You sprint inside,

To the counter,

And tear up the wretched note,

Your mom comes in,

You hug her like no-tomorrow.

“What’s wrong?!”

“Nothing. But I want to go out tonight.”

“Ok, then get some shoes on.”

You smile brilliantly, dash-off to your room,

And slip on your shoes,

“Let’s get outta here!” you yell.

But first you go back outside,

Find Angel,

“I love you. Thanks.”

Then you load into the car,

And ride off.



(it's kinda like your fate, but longer, so it's more of a story)

My Sunny Dog
01:21 May 10 2007
Times Read: 596

My life? I was born, had birthdays, and now it’s today. But you probably want some detail huh? Of course, that’s implied. It all started with my grandmother dieing when I was two. I have no memories of ever seeing her in real life. So I can’t really sympathize now can I? But there are pictures of her holding me.

When I was four I realized I had a brother. You may be thinking, “What was she doing all those years?” What I was doing? Living my toddler years. I guess back then I never noticed, but for a fact, he’s here. He was six or seven when that happened but now he’s sixteen.

Six years old and heading off to kindergarten. My teacher intimated so much. When we were counting I would skip thirteen when I was counting to twenty.

Pets? Oh boy could I say a lot. Let’s just say that my family is a pet family. We have had pets basically my whole life. One time, there was a gap in my family of pets. My first dog, Billy, had some sort of cancer, and just getting old. So when he passed on, for two years, (two grueling years) we didn’t have any pets except for the fishes. My favorite was Two-Tails. He literally had two tails. It was quiet and empty in my house. But then my mom and dad finally figured that we need another dog in the house. They didn’t have to ask if I agree twice. Later that week, my mom must of heard of some sort of place near Petsmart was having an adoption week. Once I heard about it, I was ready to go in about 15 minutes. I was excited to say the least. I remember it was in the middle of the chilly winter because my mom made me wear a hat and the car was frozen. Anyway, when we got there, there were about a hundred large cages. Inside of them, they had crates and blue tarp covering them. On the floor, there was nothing but asphalt. And the ground was soaked from the melting snow. It was amazing that I could see my mother in front of me. It was really white everywhere because of the snow. I didn‘t like to open my eyes. She was showing off her favorite dark purple-bluish jacket. It had a huge whole in the butt, but she loved it dearly. After looking at a little black Scottish dog that was already bought, but still in the crate, we went onto the next aisle. That’s when I saw my destiny of the first of my three puppies.

He was sitting on the cold, hard pavement being held on a leash by an ignorant teen that had no idea what she was doing. Then I turned to my right and saw a Saint Bernard laying on one of the crates panting. He hadn’t been bought yet. Can you believe it! The teens couldn’t obliviously see that a freezing cold puppy is almost to hypothermia and the Saint Bernard is resting peacefully on a crate. The Bernard was at least two years old. I couldn’t tell you how insane it was and mad I was. So, we finally picked the puppy. We heard his name was Schelm. We hated the name, but when we signed the papers, we found out that he was a he, was six weeks old, and was a German Shepard and Labrador mix. It was for sure, he name was Schelm. But when we were in my moms old blue car, we were driving, and I was I the back seat with Schelm and my mom was driving. It was quite, because I was focused on warming up the new puppy. Then suddenly, my mom glances at the re-view mirror and says “Sunny”.

“What do you mean? It’s winter Mom, duh.” I say matter-o-factly.

“Not that, we should name Schelm… Sunny. And don’t ‘duh’ me.”

“Sorry my mommy. And he looks sunny too. He has a big yellow strip going down his back. And if he was warm, his tail could look like the light coming from the sun.”

“Okay, so it’s final.” She pulls over and turn to the puppy, “Your new name is Sunny.”

“YAY!” I scream, filled with joy, because it finally sunk in, it felt so good to have finally another pet in my life. And I kept thinking about the future, and how I’ll be able to see him every day for a very long time.

Later that day, we came home after buying some puppy food and some toys. I can just see how when we came home, he was sniffing the fish tanks, and staring excitedly into the tanks and seeing the swimming objects in the tank. I also remember there being a 9-volt battery on the floor next to a tank. I’m afraid to ask myself how it got there. But a little later, when I came in to see how Sunny is doing, I find him chewing the 9-volt battery in front of the tank. It’s amazing that if he could taste anything today. I was for sure that the shock would have sizzled his taste buds to a crisp. But I guess not.

Sunny was one of ten brothers and sisters from one mother. They were all happy living with this man. Until one day, he just couldn’t “handle” it anymore. He took all of the puppies, and maybe the mother, I still don’t know if the mom was there or not, and dumped them at a dump. Sunny was the only one of his ten brothers and sisters to survive the horrific act. So maybe we should of named him Lucky.

As for my other dogs, well, they have a story all of there own. And that, is a totally different story all on it’s own.

My Head On Your Shoulder
01:21 May 10 2007
Times Read: 597




Before I gently rest my head upon your shoulder, I ask quietly, “Can I?”

You answered, “I don’t care.” But then I thought about it, as my head was resting on your warm shoulder, you cared. But why should you? I’m the one with the crush.

As we watched the movie, we thought about what was going to happen next. We questioned this and that, only to have more questions pop-up. At least we’ll have something to talk about for a while. A while? Try a couple of days!

Then, after hanging with everyone for an hour or two, we finally had to go home. We sat next to each other in the car, my head resting on your shoulder again. And Jamie feeling left out. When there was nothing to be left out of, I was sure. I thought, “How sad!” But not for long, because, you were on my mind. Then you had to get out, and just as you left, I finished my text to you.

“I’m going to regret this, and don’t let this change our friendship, but will you go out with me?” Maddie was defiantly curious, “I’ll tell you later,” I said.

Then, it was my time to go. I said my good-byes, and thanks, and then, while I was walking to my front door, the whole time, I was smiling. I got into the house, said ‘howdy’ to my puppies, and ‘what’s up’ to my dad, then went straight to my room. I set my phone down, trying not scream at what just did. I took off my jacket, then laid down on my bed full of clothes, waiting.

My phone started to vibrate. Shocked that you replied, I read the short message. Something written in a language I unfortunately didn’t understand. But under it, it said in parenthesis, “(Yes)”. I giggled uncontrollably, Amazed at what you said. My dad came in because he heard me giggle.

“Are you okay?”

“Perfect.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I just had a good night.”

“Did you see anyone there that you knew?”

“Yeah, and I’m glad.”

“Good, ‘cause I want my baby girl to be happy.”

I smiled, “Of course Daddy, baby girl is me.”

Then he left, I felt horrible. I just got a text replying to something I said, that had one of those “Text Hearts” . I was so happy, but then terribly confused. I lied to my father, just for me to be happy. I love him, but I have other things going in my life besides family. I got over it to put it simply. I still feel bad, although my happiness of my new-found boyfriend erased it away.