So much homework and so little time! So many tests to study for and so little time!So little time for anything! D: However, instead of using my time for "educational purposes" i have used part of mytime to write a new story! And I'm going to post it here!:D Please don't expect me to finish it. So don't get cha hopes up! Shakespeare once said in one of his plays: “Love comforteth like sunshine after rain.”
I always disagreed with this, love can’t comfort you. He breaks your heart and leaves you, how does that comfort you? Maybe it’s the rain that comforts you, after all, you can cry in the rain and no one knows you’re actually crying. That’s comforting right?
CHAPTER ONE
“Elvire, wake up! We’re going to visit mom and dad today!” I heard my annoying twin sister Iris shout from downstairs. I grunted as I covered my head with a pillow and catch a few more seconds of sleep before Iris stomped up the wooden stairs and into my attic bedroom, which didn’t take too long. “GET YOUR LAZY ASS UP!” She screamed at me as she yanked my blankets off. I cried out as the cool August air bit my arms.
“I was getting up-!” I complained as I snatched the blankets from her.
“Liar.”
“Whatever!”
“Just hurry up and get dressed, we’re late enough as it is!” Iris turned away. I stuck my tongue out at her descending figure. “And don’t stick your tongue out at me!” She called out.
“I wasn’t!” I yelled back at her. I got off the bed and slowly trudged across my colorless rug towards my makeshift closet, which was really just boxes labeled, ‘shirts’, ‘pants’, ‘socks’, ‘under garment-y stuff’ and ‘what ever else I have’. I got down on my knees and rummaged through the boxes until I found an outfit. Jeans, black tank top and a red checkered flannel shirt, my typical outfit, except today I decided that I was going to wear my blonde, almost white hair down, surprise surprise. I sighed and looked out my square 4 by 4 window. Light frost coated the outside but I could still see what a dreary and cold day today was going to be. Stupid Washington weather. I changed quickly and walked downstairs to our kitchen.
“What’s for breakfast?” I asked Danny, my older brother.
“What do we always have Elvire?” He asked me sarcastically.
“Oh goody, oatmeal…again.” I made a face as I sat down. Danny laughed and spooned me a portion of grey, taste-less goop. I barely ate one bite when Iris rushed by me.
“Elvire! Let’s go! Danny, can you get Steven, Alora, Jeannie and Farith up? They won’t listen to me. Elvire and I will meet you there.”
“But…my food.” I looked at my cold plate of disgusting-ness. “Actually let’s go.” I winked at Danny as I followed Iris out the broken down door. On my way out I grabbed a pair of black converses and a plain black sweatshirt. I got into the old, grey, beat-up BMW, that had original belonged to dad, as Iris got into the drivers seat. She slammed the door hard and had to jab the key several times for it to stick in the key holder. I watched her struggle to turn the ignition as I tied my shoes. “Need help?” I asked her.
“Yeah…can you turn this?” She asked, obviously frustrated. I grabbed the key and turned it. It easily turned; Iris stared disbelievingly at it as I sat back in my seat. “Thanks…” She smiled. I shrugged and put my hoodie on. There was an awkward silence as she drove to the grocery store. Iris got out, but left the keys in the car so that it would stay warm inside. She hustled inside and a few minutes later came out with a bundle of red roses. She carefully handed me the flowers as she got back in and started to drive. There was yet another awkward silence as she drove towards the Black Hill Cemetery. As we got out I noticed dark rain clouds gathering above us.
“Let’s hurry…it’s going to rain soon.” Iris said as she scurried towards two tombstones that were identical. I walked slowly, avoiding the large areas in front of the tombstones, and markers. Don’t want to be stepping on dead bodies… I finally reached the two tombstones that my sister was kneeling at. They read, “Sarah D. Mane 1967-2010” and “Benjamin F. Mane 1963-2010”. I too kneeled down and gently placed the bundle of roses in between the stones. Iris started to cry just as Danny and our four younger siblings joined us. Danny hugged Iris as he sadly looked down. The ten year old twin boys Steven and Farith stared blankly at the roses, but seven year old Alora and five year old Jeannie were already starting to cry. I sat back on my butt and stared at the tombstones. Memories of my parents raced through my mind, Halloween, Christmas, thanksgiving, birthdays, I felt sadness swelling in me. Thankfully Danny said he was going to leave, he never stayed long when we visited mom and dad. He placed an arm around Iris and somehow managed to gather Steven, Farith, Alora and Jeannie. He looked at me and asked if I was going to leave.
“No, not yet. I’m going to stay a little longer.” I said.
“Just don’t get sick.” He looked up at the sky.
“I won’t.” I nodded and smiled slightly. I watched Danny walk away, with a limp Iris leaning on him, two hyper kids and two who were still crying. I shivered as I realized how dark the sky was. The wind howled and I crossed my arms to keep some body heat. It started to rain lightly, plit plat, plit plat, plit plat. The sound echoed in my ears as I stood up. I watched the petals flatten themselves against each other. I looked up at the sky, the rain falling against my face. Silently I walked away, from the memories, from the pain, from my parents.
Now that chapter one is up. I can talk about EVERYTHING else. Woot exciting. So Sean thinks our little asian group hates him, and uhhhh let's see. Oh and I haven't talked to Michael Cronk in a long time (known to some as Tom Cruise). Nor have I talked to Joe in a while and Tiara and well actually I have talked to Izy, Sandra, Jilly and Juliann recently. Even Connor, amazingly. However, I haven't talked to Nick Storey, or Tate Salazar, or Matt Peng, or Matt Teng, or Amy DeNinno or really....anyone, outside of my little asian group in San Diego. I talked to Laura and Taylor recently which is good. Sophmore year is so frustrating, I have to sacrifice so much :/
Currently listening to the song : Scars by Papa Roach
Very good song...very good song....I recommend it! yup kay. That's all i've got for now. Nothing exciting...oh well! Maybe I write more later...?
