One Hope-Part Five*

“She may forget things from her past,” a male’s voice said. I heard weeping. “My poor baby,” someone wailed. I opened my eyes, and then sat straight up. “Am I dead?” I asked. That was the first thing I said. “No,” someone said. “What’s a ‘No’?”
The woman gasped, and fainted. I stared at her with wonder, for how could such a being like her just topple onto the ground in a second?? ‘It must take great skill’ I thought. Then another person came and asked me, “Do you know your name?” “What’s a ‘name’?” Then he stared at me. “Your name is Selena, and the woman that has just fainted is your mother,” he said. “Selena’s a pretty name,” I offered. Then he hit his forehead with his hand and asked me to read a bunch of squiggly lines. I had no idea what it had on it then he told me, “This is the alphabet.” ‘What weird things they have,’ I thought. He walked out of the room with a small square above the floor on four circles things that moved. On top of it was my mother. He left me there thinking, ‘Who am I?’
Several days later, I woke up on a white bed. I opened my eyes and saw a girl with cat-green eyes and red hair. “Thank gods, your okay!” my brow wrinkled in confusion.

“Who are you?”
“I’m your best friend.”
“What’s a ‘best friend’”?
“Are you kidding me?”
“What’s ‘kidding’?”
“Who are you and what have you done to Selena?”
“I’m Selena, the doctor said it!”
“Then why are you acting all strange?”
“What’s ‘strange’?”
“Ugh! I give up!”

Chealsea stormed out of the room, forgetting the real reason why she was there. Chealsea had realized that she was missing her charm bracelet shortly after the accident. She thought that if she went to get it back everything could be the same again. But, she didn’t know that every thing was completely different. Nothing will ever be the same again.
“Doctor, what is wrong with Selena?”
“Well, she’s having troubles…”
“Meaning?”
“She lost her memory.”

Chealsea fainted. And all that time I was eavesdropping I wonder what the doctor was talking about.

Poem in Your Pocket Day~!!!

Today is 'Poem in Your Pocket Day' I hope you remembered to put a poem in your pocket today! If you show me yours i'll show you mine! > .' just joking~ Well get ready people to read my EXXTTTTTTTTTTTTRRRRRREEEEEEEMMLEEYY dull poem~

Eventually,
My luck will turn,
And my dreams will come true,
Eventually,
My wish will find its way to make me happy,
And i'll finally be contenet,
But just untill then,
I'll wish on a star,
Dream upon my pillow,
And hope for it to happen,
Knowing,
Eventually,
Everything will be perfect~

-Jennifer ****~


Why dont you tell me your poem??

One Hope-Part Four~

Beep! Beep! Beep! My alarm clock rang at seven in the morning exactly. Not a second more and not a second less. ‘I guess it’s time to wake up,’ I thought. I dragged myself out of bed and trudged into the bathroom. I saw myself in the mirror, but I didn’t think it was me in the mirror. Not with the crimson red eyes, and the white face. Not the tangled hair and the pale lips. It couldn’t be me. Then I remembered the fight with my mom. I threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and ran out of my room. In the hall I threw on my sneakers and slung my backpack on my shoulder. I was about to run out the door, when I thought about the fight. I slowly closed it and longed for my mother’s soft honey voice humming in the morning and lighting up the beginning of the day with her bright smile. I shook my head and crept up the creaky stairs quietly.
I heard sobs. “Why didn’t I tell our daughter about you? Why is she so upset? What did I do wrong?” my mom cried. I saw her stroking a small picture frame decorated with beautiful shells. In the frame was a picture of a familiar face, the face I saw every time I opened my diary: my father’s face. Then my mom started to go towards the door I was hiding behind. I remember what she had done and stomped down the stairs heading out the oak door. SLAM! The door closed with a slam behind me and I ran to the bus stop…
“Selleeennnaaaa~~,” I heard a voice sing. I turned and saw a girl with the looks of my best friend Chealsea but with brown hair and not red. “Hullo! You like my hair?” Chealsea asked. I stared at her with my brown eyes with a frown. “I hate it,” I had sneered. ‘Why did I say that?!’ Chealsea asked, “Why?” I looked at her with disgust. “It’s something called ugly. Do you need me to spell it out for you? Or do you know how it’s spelled. After all you should know. You are the spelling bee champ,” I jeered. It alarmed me. I never said those things before and now I was. “Get out of my face now bitch!” Chealsea looked at my white face then ran off. In the spot she was once was, was a silver charm bracelet. One of them stood out more then the others. It was a sleek blue dolphin. The bus hadn’t arrived yet so I decided to walk to school.
I was crossing the block when it happened. I hadn’t noticed that the light had changed and I wasn’t supposed to cross. I was deep in thought. And that’s why it had chosen to do this to me…
CRASH! BEEP! HONK! BOOM! A car had run into me. ‘I deserve this for being cruel to my best friend, and my widowed mother.’ I thought I saw my life flash before my eyes. I prayed for death to take me. I hoped for the cold hands of death to take my soul. I wanted to die. I wished with all my might that I could melt away. I heard the sound of wailing sirens, and the whispering of curious people. I felt an adult holding on to my arm and checking my pulse. I tasted water streaming into my throat. I saw blood. I wanted to disappear from the face of earth… take me…. Then my world went black, and I didn’t know what happened. I just knew that I may be dead.

One Hope-Part Three<3

“So… what’s up with dad?” I asked. “Well… you see…,” my mom started. “Yea? Go on…” “Well, he’s not exactly here…,”my mom continued. I stared at her with confusion. “He’s not here right now because he’s traveling like you told me.” “Well… that’s not the truth,” my mom said uncomfortably. “Then, what’s the truth?” “He’s…He’s…He’s…,”my mom started. Then tears started to flow down her face like a river. “He’s WHAT?” “d-dead…,”my mom stuttered. My eyes widened, but not with sadness or shock, but with anger.
“WHAT?! WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME? I KEPT ON DREAMING THAT HE’D COME BACK!” I exclaimed with anger. “I never thought you’d need to know…,”my mother chocked out.

“BUT I’M THIRTEEN AND I DESERVED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO SOMEONE I AM REALATED TO BY BLOOD! AND HE WAS MY FATHER! I LOVED HIM EVEN THOUGH I DIDN’T KNOW HIM WELL!”

“I NEVER THOUGHT YOU WOULD EVEN WANT TO KNOW THAT MUCH AND I DIDN’T WANT TO HARM YOU EITHER!” my mom screamed.

“I CONTINUED TO DREAM, I CONTINUED TO WISH, AND I CONTINUED TO HOPE THAT HE’D COME BACK TO ME AND TELL ME EVERYTHING! BUT NO HE’S NOT EVEN HERE, NOT EVEN CLOSE! YOU WANTED TO HIDE THIS FROM ME FOREVER?!” I screamed with hurt, fear, confusion and sadness.

“I never said forever,” my mom tried.
“I don’t care anymore… you don’t care about how I felt did you? You wanted to hide this from me. Didn’t you know it would hit me so hard? Didn’t you know that the longer you hid this from me, the more pain it would cause me? Didn’t you-” I cried. “ENOUGH!” my mother shouted. I looked at her once with my brown eyes. Turned and ran up the stairs slamming the door to my room.

I pulled out the diary my mother had given me and write inside the heart ‘R.I.P. my dad….’ Then I started my entry:
‘My mom is a liar. She intended to hide from me everything about my dad. How could she? I’m her daughter and I deserved to know. Why did she lie to me? Why did she do this to me? Why didn’t she think about how I would feel?? Why wouldn’t she tell me a single DETAIL about my dad… I never knew that my mother would do this to me… why won’t she let me know about dad? Why? It wasn’t like he was a criminal! Or maybe it’s just because she can’t trust me. But whatever it is. I’m mad at her for not telling me the truth.’

I closed the diary, and turned off the light, burying my head under my pillows wondering why my mom had to do this to me. And I fell asleep with my face stained with tears…

One Hope- Part Two~!

The bell rang millions of seconds later. Instead of taking the bus with Chealsea I ran half a mile home. Everything was a mess…
“Hey, Mom! I’m home!” I screamed. “I’m in the kitchen,” sang back my mothers sweet honey voice. I walked into the kitchen and stuck the flyer in my mom’s hand. I then chose to sit down at the table and grab a delicious brownie my mom had just baked. As my mom read the flyer, I took a big bite of the chocolaty brownie. Then my mom stuck the flyer in her apron pocket and got back to icing a cake. I thought this was the best time to ask, so I asked as casually as possible, “Where’s dad?” My mom’s big beautiful eyes started to turn glassy. She looked at me with her bright blue-green eyes and choked out, “We’ll talk later, sweetie.” I shrugged my shoulders and walked up the stairs to my room.
When I reached my room I flopped onto the bed and thought about why she didn’t tell me. There had to be a good reason, my mom always told me everything. I pulled my diary from when I was small and opened it up. The picture of my mom and dad was replaced by an old picture of my dad. I had found it my mom’s sock drawer. Who knew people hid things in weird places? I had glued rhinestones to form a heart around my dad’s picture. Then I started to write:
‘Mom is always hiding things about dad! Why does she do this to me? I deserve to know! I’m a STRAIGHT ‘A’ student! And I never ask her for anything big, except to bring me to the water park that just opened over the summer for a month! And she’s being totally secretive! I want to know what is wrong. And I intend to find out…’

I looked up from my diary. The page was stained with tears. I couldn’t believe that mom was hiding secrets from me. I was thirteen, and I needed to know. “Darling, it’s time for dinner!” my mom yelled. I wiped my eyes and plastered a smile on my face and flounced down the stairs like it was my castle. And I was ready with my questions to find out more about my dad.
I stared at the plate, and I blurted out my question, “ So where is dad?” My mom’s sweet face frowned a little. She was caught off guard. I asked millions of questions, my voice grew higher with each question. I was so eager to get my answers I didn’t notice the tears that were falling down her face. She turned her head and I didn’t notice. I wanted my answers and she had promised me some. So I continued to rattle off my questions hoping she would answer them right away. When I saw her I saw her wet pale cheeks and she got ready to tell me something. I smiled at the thought about getting to know my dad. But I didn’t know what was going to happen.

One Hope- PArt One!

“Eventually, we’ll all die,” announced Chealsea. I stared at her with my wide brown eyes, we were still little and I hadn’t known that would happen.
That night I ran to my mom’s room. “Mommy, are we all going to die?” I crawled into my mom’s lap staring at her with fear and shock. My mom hugged me close and whispered, “Yes.” Her answer made me cry. As tears snaked down my pale skin, I answered innocently, “But I don’t wanna die.” My mom stroke my chestnut brown hair and whispered, “Oh dear, don’t worry about it now.” I leapt off her lap and walked into her room.
I pulled out the diary my mom had given me recently for my birthday. On the inside of the diary was a picture of my dad. I fingered at the black and white picture of my tall dad standing next to my mom. Then I thought about what everyone had said about him…
“He was a loving person,” my grandma had told me. “He is a traveler, flying around the world and that’s why you never see him,” my uncle said. “He was just like you,” my mom’s voice had sang. I took out a furry pink pen and wrote:
‘Eventually, daddy will be back & he’ll tell me stories about the people he meets. Then I can finally hug him & kiss him on the cheek. I miss you daddy, wherever you are… I hope you’ll come for me soon!’

Several years had passed by and I longed to meet my dad. It was almost father’s day and the school was planning something new. Mrs. Lee, my homeroom teacher for eighth grade, gave me a flyer. In big bold red letters it said:
Happy Father’s Day!
Bring your father in and we can meet each other！
Let’s all get together on the Friday of Father’s day!

I stared at the flyer in my hand until it started it to blur. Chealsea came up to me and put a hand on my shoulder. “Are you okay?” I snapped out of my trance and saw the flyer stained with tears. I had been crying. I didn’t even know who my father was. I forced a bright cheery smile and said happily, “Yea, I’m fine! Let’s just get to class!” “Ok…,” Chealsea said hesitantly. Then we walked to class. And the whole time I was wondering, what I could do….
In class the teacher was talking about persuasive writing, but I wasn’t listening, I was staring at the flyer and crying my heart out. “So to write a good introduction paragraph you need three things,” Mr. Duck’s voice said. “Can anyone tell me what those three things are?” I ignored him. “Um… Selena” My head jerked up and my eyes were red. “Can you tell me one of the three things you need in a good introductory paragraph?” I shook my head and bent my head back down to stare at the bright flyer. How was I going to tell my mom? What would she do? I remembered every time I asked her about it, she broke down to tears. I needed a way to find out. I was determined. After all, she can’t hide it from me forever…

To be continued….

Jennifer Sayz: It's not really that good... and if you dont wanna read this i know why... i still have more to type, but im just feeling kind of lazy.... ^^"" sorry...! next part will be out by next monday!~