Monday, March 8, 2010

The Story Stick is Mine

Once there were two girls

They couldn't remember anything, not even their names.

One day they found themselves locked up as captives in a cell. Of course they couldn't remember who put them there or what they were there for, but they knew they were n trouble.

They searched high and low for a reason or a way out, but none seemed to come.

Finally they found an air vent and started to work at it day and night to get it loose and then, finally, off.

They ventured through the vents, walking quietly, because they knew, somehow, that if they were heard, they'd be in even worse trouble.

They crawled through, dodging the random beach ball that came in their way. Then finally they made it to the end of the vents and a screen lay before them.

As they finally got it loosed, they stepped out into a room, but a man was there.

They did not remember if this man was good or bad, so they were scared.

But this man was a good man.

He even knew the girls.

So he was helping them.

He took them to a place to get away from the giant building they were stuck in. They had to lie about where they were from and their ages, but it wasn't hard to lie because they remembered nothing of their past. They didn't even know their names.

But before they could board the ship the evil man came, but he wasn't really a man!

He was the mysterious star of one of Dr. Suess' books: The Cat and the Hat.

This cat came into the room, a blundering bundle of anger.

He had just been informed that his captives had escaped.

He had the whole center on red alert, looking for the two girls. But the man who was helping them told them to run down the hall and take a right into the stairwell and take it all the way down.

The man himself stayed behind to try and keep the cat busy.

So the two girls ran and ran, but they made a mistake.

They didn't take a right, they took a left and it led them into the wrong staircase which didn't lead to the the first floor and freedom, but to the basement and the center of the cat's clutches.

Down in that room the cat had a legion of brainwashed teenage slaves.

They worked day and night as his minions, doing his evil deed which they thought were just games.

They even had to wear weird uniforms

So as the girls ran down the stairs, they stopped dead in their tracks at the sight of a mini-city underneath the earth.

It was a loud bustle of conversations and would seem easy to sneak through, but everyone was wearing the same colored outfit and the girls were in bright clothes that would most definately stand out.

The girls didn't realize their mistake, so they didn't go back up the stairs and take the correct ones.

They decided they should hide and wait for everything to calm down or for people to go to sleep.

So they carefully made their way behind a pile of materials for building as a hiding place.

But it was no good.

They were spotted.

A girl came towards them with a checklist in hand, making sure that all the materials were accounted for.

She gave the two girls a strange glance but then went back to her work.

The two girls thought this was strange, but wonderful, that the other didn't think them too strange. But they didn't know if anyone else would be the same.

But then a group of the teens came towards them, workers most likely. As they came, no one paid much attention to the two girls.

One asked "What are you wearing?" and the blond of the two girls answered, "Um...we just haven't gotten out uniforms yet."

At such an answer the others just went along with their own business and let them be.

So the girls decided that they would go walk out into the crowd since so many already thought they were normal enough.

They got a few strange looks, but that was all.

They then made it into a hall, wondering where they had to go for their freedom, but not finding it.

They thought they must be close to freedom, but just the opposite was coming.

A squad of teen police came through and started to shout at the girls.

They were the ones who were after the girls.....


TO BE CONTINUED....

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Messes. Everywhere I Look, Messes.

Dear Beloved Diary:

Today is my last day as a normal--as far as I can be considered normal, which, frankly, isn't far at all--human being. Tomorrow I start the dreaded diet of a Gluten-Freer. Pray for me, please.

There's a four letter word that I can think of that's driving me crazy right now: LIFE.

I don't know how or why, but I got dealt a horrible poker hand when it comes to it. I've gone with being prone to possible hospitalizing infections (I thank God that I haven't been in the hospital for that), I have had multiple problems with my insides which send me in a pain that is worse than any I had ever felt before, and then I get a worse pain because of my Gall Bladder going haywire--that pain is said to be worse than childbirth, go figure. But as you can see, I've had a crazy life and I'm not even legal to drive on my own yet.

Today I had a good morning and afternoon, but after that was crazy. But don't let me get ahead of myself.

Morning: I wake up after another oddly sleepless night. I'm scavenging the house for some sort of top to wear to Sunday Church over my tear-drop dress and then realize I forgot to shave my legs the day before. FUN. I continue on to wait about an hour to finally get my razor and then have to explain to my little sister's friend what I was doing and why I had the razor, awkward enough. But I continued on to church and I had a glorious time with one of my best friends: J.B. (Her name indeed could be Jelly Bean, if you wish, and I will go on calling her that throughout my blog/diary, just remind me if I forget.) So we have a good time, we met a new person and we pigged out on Cheetos and cake at the pot-luck, then we went and had a rocking time on the swing-set listening to music. It was a good morning.

Afternoon: I convinced Jelly Bean to come to the park with my family and myself for a nice round of Laser-Tag. That was jolly fun and we got serenaded by a cute little boy, then we danced to the Cha Cha Slide. Fun. But here is where I get all freaky and I myself don't even understand.
I'm at Walmart with my mom and little sister (We've already dropped Jelly Bean off at her house) and I tell my mom how I'm all upset about not having money to buy a specific rose bush (which happened to be my favorite kind of roses). There was only one when I had checked and then they re-arranged the whole gardening area and I wasn't allowed to go check if it was still there. I hoped it wasn't gone and I complained about my birthday being two months away and then I started crying. The deal is: I NEVER CRY IN PUBLIC IF I CAN ULTIMATELY AVOID IT. I could have avoided crying very well, but I let a few tears drop for some reason. Beats me.

Evening: Mom tells me that I pick my day for dishes to be cranky and depressed, but I don't. Maybe stupid "pooberty" does, but not me myself. I try to avoid being depressed. But mom doesn't believe my bologna. NOPE. So I'm depressed, big whoop, it's the story of my life practically. But I just don't feel good. My brother (one of them, I really have no cue which one) lost my DS and I was ALMOST finished with Kingdom Hearts! I've cried over this. Another tid-bit: I'M NOT A CRY BABY. I cry when I need to and sometimes I bottle it up until the cap blows. But my day just got worse and worse and I cried here and there and I prayed more often than I cried. I felt sick from the fatty food we had for dinner and I passed up dessert.

That's how my day went. I hope you are satisfied Diary.

I'm going to close this with my favorite Psalm. It's one that we need to consider especially on days like my today. It's the last Psalm in the book and the last words of this post:

PSALM 150

1 Praise the Lord.
Praise God in his sanctuary;
praise him in his mighty heavens.
2 Praise him for his acts of power;
praise him for his surpassing greatness.
3 Praise him with the sounding of the trumpet,
praise him with the harp and lyre,
4 praise him with tambourine and dancing,
praise him with strings and flute,
5 praise him with the clash of cymbals,
praise him with resounding cymbals.
6 Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.
Praise the Lord.

Friday, March 5, 2010

Nightmares

The scariest things that I have encountered are usually from my own mind. I dream, sometimes of happy things and dreadfully of dark things.
Just the other day I had an unusual dream.
My life was avery strange one in that dream and I'm not too sure what it was all about. But somewhere in there I had once lived a fun exciting life and then it al changed. Suddenly I was aware of my father's death and I became very depressed. I cried and cried all over the world. I would travel to one place and then the next, bagging people to tell me that he was not dead.
I've had worse dreams, but this was one that hit hard on my heart. If my dad were to really die...

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Diary of the Tormented

I will make this swift, yet sweet:

Here lies my diary,
Holding the love and hate I hide,
Believing in the things I believe,
Holding back nothing,
Expressing everything,
Pain is shown in tears,
Nothing explains like remorse,
Do you understand my plea?