September 28, 2011

One word: sorry. Sorry for not posting on this for over a week. School has been taking a bit away from me, type this, type that, etc. So now here I am posting. The rest will come during the weekend.

Angel

Calling a white person by name was just weird, but calling them anything else was just illegal. And it has been like that for centuries ever since my ancestors and I first steeped onto this land. Hello, I’m Aamir and I’m an African American slave. Master always said that it was good that I was born on the plantation, not really knowing what’s out in the big wide world, because then I won’t know the dangers that come with it. Minus the fact, that there are plenty of dangers here, from mean people taking stuff away from this place without permission, to an accidental house incident. And I believed him, because I felt safe and protected here, because for one I have all my family members here. And most of my friends are here as well, and plus I get some of the easiest jobs, all just for being a strong little boy, as mama would say.

Mama the word makes me feel all sad inside, as I realize I won’t see her again. Master has told me that she found a new place to live, because she needed the change, and I accepted it. But whenever I ask papa about what happened to mama he would instantly blank up, and be quiet not willing to tell me anything. And I don’t bother to press on for me, for I was afraid of getting hurt. Only grandmamma told me what happened to mama, and it was that she decided to go rest in the heavens above, and that someday I’ll see her again. At first I didn’t understand her, till I saw something moving one day.

It was a hot day, as it usually is on the plantation, as papa sun shined its rays on everything in the world. And it was my duty to pull the big box on wheels carrying the usual water supplies. And just as I was making my three round today, with the guys taking the water from the box and splashing the big yellow corn, did I notice a dark shadow pass out of the corner of my seeing eyes. “Aamir, time to get moving,” said one of my friends, and I nod slowly before moving on.

“Did you see that Neshon?” I ask stopping again, so he can sprinkle the corn.

“See what?” he asks not really caring about my talk.

“A-a-an angel, “I say back in awe, fully knowing that it was my mama watching me. 

Five years

Not very long, but here's Tuesday's post
The last one was Monday's since I didn't feel like putting it up yesterday.

            My life is crazy. My world just crumbled down, leaving nothing more than dust of memories behind. My hands were clawing the padded floor, trying to find a way out of this place. I started to cry out useless pleas, and it was obvious that no one was listening to me. The tears were falling uncontrollably, as the truth keeps on pressing onto me. It felt as if at any moment, I just might start choking to death in this unknown place. And no one will care, no one. And I wouldn’t care either, because then that would mean that I would be back with everyone again. Happy, and laughing as if what just happened in the past year was just a bad dream. But it was obvious that it wasn’t, it was obvious that I wouldn’t die, just yet. And it was obvious that the tears won’t last forever.

             In fact I can feel them slowing down, leaving me alone with reality. When what I truly wanted was darkness.

            “Oh cheer up, Cassie,” I can hear my brother say.

            “Nothing can last in sadness forever,” said my fiancé.

            “Yeah, nothing can last forever,” I said to myself. But this time it will, especially with everyone that I know just suddenly dead. This time, I had a feeling that the sadness will stay, and never leave again.

           

            That was five years ago, and it still stayed. It was just five years ago, since that accident, five years since I found myself in the padded place. Five years ago, that I found out my life will be changed forever. 

Good news bad news

This is my 20 story, signalling 20 days of school, for me. Just thought to let you know.

Harder to lose

Harder to buy

This is the land of

Sugar high

            The poem plays in my head as my fingers start to do their daily dainty work, each evening. This was patching up the soldiers’ belongings, or also known as their clothes, and once in a while one of the items that their mother, sister, or sweetheart would send in. And each night, I would silently try and not cry, as pictures of my mother and little sisters come to my mind. Oh, it was hard work, for the women in the war, always worrying, cleaning, and taking care of stuff. It seems as if it will never leave a lady’s life in the near future. It was always too much work, and barely any free days.

            “Oh stop complaining Anita, there are others who has it way worse,” said Mother Lila as if reading my thoughts. I don’t bother to look up at her over the fire, as my fingers patch up this nasty rip on one soldier’s uniform.

            “I ain’t complaining, Mother Li, I was just… thinking about how life is hard and-”

            “In a complaining tone, thinking or not? Yeah right, I can hear ya complaining a mile away, even if it is in your head,” she says in her strict grandmotherly way. I sigh, and roll my eyes a bit, reprimanding myself a bit for doing it again. “But anyways…” she trails off a bit as if a bit unsure of how to go on. I start to put my guard up, preparing myself for the worst. War does that to you, it gives you a nasty surprise when you were expecting one to be good and hopeful. After a while, though you’ll get used to it, even if it took a year or two.

            “The boss…” uh oh, if it’s something about the doctor then it’s going to be bad really bad. “Are you listening Anita?” she says bringing me back to reality, just as my mind was about to go to the worst case scenarios at what might of happened to the doctor.

            “Yeah, I’m listening,” I say giving her a quick glance before going back to my mending.

            “Well then, the boss said ya can take a day off a day after tomorrow,” she says quickly, in an almost grump voice but underneath it I can catch just a hint of gratitude.

            “Oh thank you, thank you!” I yell, suppressing the urge to jump up and down and give her a peck on the cheek.

            “Don’t thank me, thank the boss, and he’s got something else for ya…” she trails off uncertainly again, but I didn’t notice because I was excited about having a day off again. “He um, said that… Your brother,” she takes a deep breath before muttering the last word so quietly that I couldn’t hear.

            “Come again?” I ask my beating heart still excited.

            “I said your brother um… died?” she said. Everything started to crash down, onto me as I realize why the doctor even gave me a day off. My brother dead and he was the only other lifeline I had here, without him…. I don’t bother thinking about the stuff that might happen now. In fact, I don’t bother to notice everything around me anymore, once I heard that he died, I just shut down. In the distance, I can hear Mother Lila screaming my name, and someone else, someone familiar, and yet not familiar. But I don’t hear their words behind the screams, or the scrambling feet, because I can feel myself being welcomed into the darkness.

           

            

How it all started

Now I really do think that each Friday school story won't really be posted on a Friday. Well here's the late Friday story.

There was an accident in the showers. No one used it much, for two reasons, one there wasn’t enough time to use it, and two it was well embarrassing. I guess, in a way, the only thing it was useful for, was changing into your gym clothes or back into your school clothes. It was also useful for, pranks. And I Liza B. Jones will tell about the infamous incident that has happened exactly three days, three hours, and three minutes ago.

            It was a regular school day. People were coming in and out of classrooms, hanging about, giggling, causing the nastiest rumors known in the history of Jr. High, and just plain about walking, and sluffing about. It was time for gym, and the girls were giggling about, as they got ready. The ones that were embarrassed to dress into their gym clothes in public, was waiting in line to use the five stalls in the bathroom part of the lockers. They only had five minutes to get dressed, and it was a long line. The line was so long, in fact that one girl just decided to go to the unused shower room. She slipped out, and nearly skipped there, happiness spreading about her as she realized that she wasn’t going to be late. Minus the fact that gym isn’t her strongest forte.

            As she skipped by the meanest popular girls in school, she didn’t realize that nasty gleam in her eyes. The nasty gleam in her eyes that only could mean… well back to the story. Let’s call the mean girl Linda, and this Linda walked back to her gym locker to grab a cake she was about to give to her boyfriend. For no particular reason, other than the fact that she felt like baking cake, and decided to give him a slice. No one really noticed it when she took the cake out and started to add some ‘edible’ items to it. Once done, she gracefully sashayed the crowds and as she made her way to the shower room.

She poked her head in to make sure no one was watching, and quickly put the slice of cake onto the thing in the middle of the room. Looking back and forth she quickly got out, and into the gym to do whatever they do in mean girl cliques. And once done with changing into her gym clothes the girl pulled the curtain out and noticed the slice of cake. Her stomach was growling as she realized that she was starving from eating nothing that day. And without really thinking about it, she grabbed the slice of cake, and took a bite.

A deadly bite, that resulted in her death. A bite that resulted in the ambulance coming and the police as well. The parents of both these kids traumatized as they realized that the mean girl has to the toughest boarding school in the world, and one dead in the ground.

Well dear readers, if you must know that mean girl was my twin sister, and I was that dead girl. This is my story of how I taught her a lesson, the ghost girl way.

A sad story.

This is going to be sad, but to better understand watch this video.

Now this is kind of off, the girl's pet killed everyone. But in this story it was the girl, but when she was older. Because it would be really messed up if a little girl started killing everyone. And it's kind of short, and suckish.

It was raining, cold, dreary, and gray. I was freezing and wet, the rain seeping into the marrow of my bone. And yet, I didn’t care, because I was now a frozen statue as the truth of reality finishes stunning me.

Everyone

            Was

                        Dead.

            Everyone that I ever cared about was gone, even if they didn’t love me back. Everyone I know was lying in a deep pool of dark red blood, even if they ignored me. My parents, the butlers, the servants, the mailman, the neighbors the children, practically much just everyone in town, just simply ignored me for all my life. And I tried everything to get their attention, being a goody good girl, a troublemaker, an emo, everything. But no one noticed, not one single person. And now they’re dead because of me. All simply because of the news that tipped me over, my mom was pregnant. I just couldn’t handle it anymore. I just couldn’t…

            I collapse onto the gravel road and decide to let it all out. The screams and the tears, the ripping my hair out. I just couldn’t take everything anymore. I was going to be all alone in the world, and not a single person would care. Not. A. Single. Person.

The knife lay bloody in my hand, itching to be fed some more.  And hesitantly, I raised it to my heart. And very slowly, I drove it into my heart. The darkness was starting to overcome me, and this time I didn’t care if it ruled over my world.