The quiet sooths me. It's peaceful and relaxing... yet at the same time it terrifies me. Makes me think that there's someone out to get me.
I hate it when it's loud. When everyone is talking as loud as they can, all at the same time. Yet noise calms me. Makes me feel secure and like I'm not alone.
I guess I'm just one big paradox...
Friday, March 25, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
Aliens
Everyone stared as I walked in late to my first class of the day. I was soaked and cold because it had started to rain on my walk to the school. I should have expected as much though. It is England after all.
I took a seat in the back as usual and unzipped my back pack. Good, nothing got too wet. I pulled out my notebook and set it on the table. I used my shirt to wipe off my glasses so I could actually see.
I heard some people up front snicker and when I looked up the teacher was glaring at me.
"Why so late Mr. Hurst?" He asked with a thick English tone.
"I walk to school, remember?"
"Yes, but normally your not this late."
I sighed. "Well Rodger it also started raining... if you can't tell, and on top of that I was abducted by aliens for a few years, but when they brought me back it had only been a few minutes in our time. Just enough time to make me late too."
A few people laughed and some shook their head, but he look on his face was priceless.
After all, you can't really send a Schizophrenic person to the principle.
I took a seat in the back as usual and unzipped my back pack. Good, nothing got too wet. I pulled out my notebook and set it on the table. I used my shirt to wipe off my glasses so I could actually see.
I heard some people up front snicker and when I looked up the teacher was glaring at me.
"Why so late Mr. Hurst?" He asked with a thick English tone.
"I walk to school, remember?"
"Yes, but normally your not this late."
I sighed. "Well Rodger it also started raining... if you can't tell, and on top of that I was abducted by aliens for a few years, but when they brought me back it had only been a few minutes in our time. Just enough time to make me late too."
A few people laughed and some shook their head, but he look on his face was priceless.
After all, you can't really send a Schizophrenic person to the principle.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Heaven Help Us
Donovan Layne Hurst Isn't your typical teenager.
He was diagnosed with schizophrenia at a young age, but that was just a cover up of what was actually going on.
He could talk to the dead.
He learned to ignore them when he grew older, but he messed up one day.
Abigale was murdered and she isnt leaving untill she finds out who killed her. Thats where Donny comes in.
He agrees to help her, but he has his own problems as he is soon struck my a sickness.
Will they find out who the murderer is?
Will Donny get over his sickness?
well I suppose you will just have to find out.
He was diagnosed with schizophrenia at a young age, but that was just a cover up of what was actually going on.
He could talk to the dead.
He learned to ignore them when he grew older, but he messed up one day.
Abigale was murdered and she isnt leaving untill she finds out who killed her. Thats where Donny comes in.
He agrees to help her, but he has his own problems as he is soon struck my a sickness.
Will they find out who the murderer is?
Will Donny get over his sickness?
well I suppose you will just have to find out.
Washed away
Everything that gets washed away durring a storm always ends up on the mudy banks of the bridge near the local park. No one knows why.
It just does.
Even the body of a young girl by the name of Abigale May Hunt.
Her body was found by a young child that was looking for his toy that he left out in the rain. He figured that it would end up underneath the bridge so he went to look. But the poor child didnt know he would find her.
17 year old Abigale Hunt drowned possibly durring a flash flood and was swept away by the water.
But no one really knows.
She had been dead under there for almost a week.
I found all of this out on the news. Poor girl. She was young too.
Well it looks like i'll be avoiding that spot now.
Murder victims never pass on right away.
It just does.
Even the body of a young girl by the name of Abigale May Hunt.
Her body was found by a young child that was looking for his toy that he left out in the rain. He figured that it would end up underneath the bridge so he went to look. But the poor child didnt know he would find her.
17 year old Abigale Hunt drowned possibly durring a flash flood and was swept away by the water.
But no one really knows.
She had been dead under there for almost a week.
I found all of this out on the news. Poor girl. She was young too.
Well it looks like i'll be avoiding that spot now.
Murder victims never pass on right away.
Candy Land
Life is nothing like a game of candy land. Even though I've never personally played the game. Life is more like a mix between Monopoly, Sorry, Cranium, and maybe even risk. It probably has more mixed in, but I'm not a board game kind of person. but candy land isn't one of them. Life's much harder than that. It's never ending like monopoly and money is a big deal (haha get money) and you have to take a lot of risks and fight for certain things. You also have to be pretty smart if you want to be successful. And there's always a chance to loose everything you have.
Life's not candy land.
Life's not candy land.
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