The true definition of strength.
My New Life- Chapter 1I sat in a tree, writing in my diary, about 4 feet up.
Kentucky is way different from New York. I have my own room, which is very big. It has a walk-in closet, and a window. There is no noise, and big backyards. Its still mild in weather, but I don't care. I-
I stopped writing as I felt the branch drop from underneath me. I yelped and hit the wet ground. I looked up to see a girl with bright red, curly hair and black rimmed glasses."Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" I stood up and brushed off my clothes. "i-Its okay." She stared at my closed diary. It was faded leather, with my name carved into the front. "So, your name is Bridget?" I nodded and grabbed my diary. "I just moved here from New York." She nodded. "My name's Caroline." She smiled. "I've never been to New York, but I heard its pretty cool!" I nodded. "Yeah. Its amazing." She bit her lip. "So, where are you gonna start going to school?" She asked. "Tully Junior High School." She grinned. "No way! I go there to!" I smiled
They're After Me- Chapter 11"Diane!" Yelled Bobby. We all quickly swooped down, trying to catch her. "Diane!" He said again. Cricket tried to get low enough to catch her, but we couldn't go underneath. I quickly flew next to her and grabbed the edge of her shirt. I just made her heavier. She falled faster. I looked at Bobby and Cricket. "Grab me!" I yelled. They looked at eachother and flew to the sides of me. I tucked in my wings and grabbed my shirt. We stopped. I was still holding on to Diane, who was out cold. Bobby breathed heavily. "L-Lets settle somewhere." Cricket nodded. "We can't fly with Diane like this." We held Diane's arms, and flew to a near by forest.
"Lay her down on the grass for now." I nodded and gently put her on the grass. I looked around. "Lets make her a bed. She can't just sleep on the grass." Cricket tilted her head. "I have an idea." She picked up to boulders and rolled them to a near by tree. She pulled one skinny branch down, and put the boulder at the end. She did the same to the oth
They're After Me- Chapter 10I landed at the bottom of the hole. Cricket fell on top of me. I yelped and Cricket got off. "Sorry!" Bobby landed besides me. Diane was still crying. "I don't wanna leave!" She yelled. "Shut it!" Yelled Cricket. She leaned against the wall. Bobby sighed. "Lets tell Sophie." Cricket nodded. "Sophie...." Bobby kicked Cricket and she yelped. "Sophie, we have a plan." Diane wiped her eyes and nodded. "A plan that could save all children taken to the School." They sounded like they were reciting from a script. I nodded. Bobby sighed again. "We think that one day, Uncle Roy and Aunt Sarah are gonna turn against us. We think they're part of the school."
Cricket started talking. "We found this hole when Bobby and I first came," She said, looking at Bobby. "We've never used it." Diane started. "We're gonna escape through a trap door, then fly away." She said. "Bobby and Cricket know the way." Bobby looked at me. "You are an angel, right?" I nodded and my wings appeared.
We were flying. Flying.
They're After Me- Chapter 9The day I woke up in Aunt Sarah and Uncle Roy's house, was the best day of my life. But I knew I would be captured again by the School, poked and prodded by the Erasers, feeding on mush. I laid in bed, staring at ceiling. Bobby, Cricket, Diane, and Grey were sleeping. I sighed and got up. I couldn't just lie in bed. I went downstairs into the kitchen to get me some water. Uncle Roy sat at the table, drinking something I didn't know. "Hey, Sophie!" I smiled and got a cup. "Hey, Uncle Roy!" He smiled. I sat down next to him and looked at his cup. "Tea." He said. I didn't know what it was, but nodded anyways like I knew. I saw a bush move. Uncle Roy saw too. "Sophie, go upstairs, now." He said, his voice full with worry. I grabbed my water. Uncle Roy pulled the cup away from me. "Go! Tell Aunt Sarah they're here!" I nodded and ran up the stairs, two at a time. I ran down the hall into Aunt Sophie and Uncle Roy's room. "Aunt Sophie! They're here!" I yelled. Aunt Sophie sat up quick. "Sophi
inchworm.I have a riddle for you, you said, and I smiled,
twisting my hair in my fingers.
good. I like riddles.
if theres a worm, you said, stuck at the bottom of a thirty-foot well,
and every day he climbs two feet up and
every night he slides one foot down
he gets out of the well on the twenty-ninth day, I said.
I know that one.
I have one for you.
you sat back a little and your lips twitched.
okay, you said, hesitantly.
if theres this relationship, I said,
stuck in a huge rut,
and every day it takes one step forward and
three steps back,
when does it reach the point that I can trust you again?
Hide and Seek
I'm playing hide and seek with God
He hasn't found me yet
He counted to infinity
And didn't break a sweat
If you were me, where would you hide
What tiny sinful nook...
Where's the place, upon this earth,
Where God won't think to look?
First I hid behind a stone
Too big for God to move
He hoisted it above my head
With not a thing to prove
I realized that God could see
Where I would choose to go
The future is an easy thing
For omnipotence to know
So then I thought about my will
It seems that fate is bound
How am I supposed to hide
When I'm already found?
Then I thought about the souls
Of everything on earth
I thought of every bloody death
And every bloody birth
And then I stopped to ask myself
Of all the things to see...
Why would my God spend his time
Seeking hidden me?
For if He can see everything
Why must we play this game?
And why if I refuse to play
Must there be threats of flame?
So here I am, out in the woods
And both of us are bored
So I propose another game
To my immortal Lord
PillarDo not erect a pillar at my grave
so that you may care more for
a stone that bears my name
than for the body that lived it every day.
Do not forget, do not regret.
Do not pile high the earth in needless mounds
so that you may adore
the soil that can be found
in any place, for it be not hallowed ground.
Do not regret, do not forget.
Do not lay flowers where Im laid to rest
so that you may believe your duty is done;
they too will die and have no effect
on the remains of my buried flesh.
It is my soul that desires your efforts.
A Poem...Once I wrote a poem on a small blue posted-note
And it was about the spring
Because that's what the season was
My friends thought it was really cool
And my mother thought it was beautiful
So she hung it on the fridge
For everybody to see
And I felt very special and loved
About a year ago, I wrote a different poem
It was written on a piece of notebook paper
And it was about heaven
Because I thought it was a beautiful thing
My friends said it was fine
And my mother said it was nice
And she put it in the filing cabinet
I felt left out, but that's okay.
About a month or two ago, I wrote another poem
And it was written on the back of an old homework assignment
It was about hell and what I though came after death
Because that's what was on my mind
And My friends though it was weird
And my mother didn't even care
So I shoved it in my trash can
And tried to forget
Today I wrote a poem
It was on a crumpled up piece of paper
And it was about my final goodbyes
Because that's what it was really al