Journal 1 - Mon Mon I have been sitting alone in my room almost all night, looking at the stars, wondering what I have done to make my life so miserable. Since I was about eleven years old, I have done this every night in hope that a shooting star will dash across the sky and change my life forever. But it never has. I feel as though no one understands me, probably because they don't. It seems as though whenever I need someone to talk to, no one is ever really there for me.No one around me, my family, my classmates or my neighbours appreciate me. They all think I am a mistake and they say that so often I am starting to believe it myself. If everyone is born f
Journal 5 - Mon MonShould I? Will she be busy? Will she not remember me? I looked down at the piece of paper in my hand.Here’s my cell phone number. Call me if you need anything or if you just wanna hang out.It was my only option. Unless I wanted to live this moment like every other back on Earth, in fear. Which I didn’t. So I picked up the phone and studied my next few movements carefully, making sure I copied the number right. Before I had time to change my mind, I pushed the call button and had the phone up by my ear. It didn’t take long at all to get an answer. But it wasn’t the answer I was expecting.“Hello? Hello Hello
HumanChained by heartbreak,Puzzled by looks,Misguided by power, Stabbed by sadness.Buried under work, Fooled by the temporary, Morphed by anger,Shunned for differences.Trapped by grief, Stung by results,Blinded by fury, Weakened by words.Everyone has flaws,But flaws make usPerfectly human.
Girl from the skyI remember seeing a girl fall from the sky,I remember hearing lots of loud, panicked cries.I remember seeing bright flashing lights,I remember the colors, they were red and white.I remember seeing a red puddle by her head,I remember that image filling me with dread.I wander if she was thinking,I wonder why she was crying.I wonder if she wanted to fly, I wonder why she fell from the sky.We'll never know why she fell,Only she knew that too well.But I know why she's smiling.Cause now that girl is finally flying.
Journal 2 - Mon MonA black eye, burns all over my body and nightmares that will haunt me for the rest of my life, this is what I get because I gave in to one of my little brothers requests.It all started earlier this morning when my parents told us that they were going on a week long vacation ‘across the ditch.’ That meant that Ryder and I were to stay here, by ourselves, for 7 days. For a lot of people, this would be the perfect opportunity to throw parties, pull all-nighters and eat all the junk food we want. This however, is not the case in the Fairbrooke residence. Before they left, my parents gave us a very detailed list of the things we were
Um.. Maybe not the whole of NZ. I live in the city known as the 'Garden City' so we see flowers very often.