It was the afternoon of Christmas Eve. It wasn't snowing outside, but I was hoping it would by nightfall. I was surprised it wasn't snowing now, seeing as it was below freezing outside. I mean, what is Christmas Eve with out snow? I was getting ready to sing at our church on our Christmas Eve service. I couldn't wait to get up there in front of all these people and sing my heart out. Most of them didn't even know I could sing so well!
At about 2:00, I started not feeling so well. I had some minor stomach pains. At first, I thought it nothing. This usually happens with me when I am excited or nervous. But then it got worse. My stomach pains deepened and I started getting a headache. I started running a high fever and then, I threw up.As soon as it happened my mom said she was sorry, but there was no way I would be able to sing at the church that night.
I was crushed. I had worked so hard, and practised so much, but it was all for nothing. Why had this happened? It seemed like this always happened when the best things were planned. Once I missed Picture day at school. Another time my family had planned to go hang gliding. And now, it was Christmas Eve.
Why? I thought. I felt like I was the bad luck person of our family. I must be cursed. That must be it. The only other thing it could be is food poisoning, But I was the pickiest eater in our family. So that probably wasn't it.
My mom settled me on the faded blue couch, put on a movie for me, and off they went leaving me all alone. Once they were gone, I got up and shut all of the lights off and lit a few candles. Doing that made me feel more peaceful somehow.It felt good to be alone, it was quiet and I could choose what channel I want and not have to share the couch with anyone except my dog. I could check the presents under the tree, maybe ease open a couple, but I decided against it. What was the fun of Christmas eve, if you weren't lying awake with excitedness? I put in one of my horse movies, because I never got to watch them when my brothers were around.
I enjoyed the movie. Especially with the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree watching me and it's pine boughs filling the house with their sharp, nose burning scent, which was softened by the mellow smell of tea light candles. Snow fell softly outside, much to my delight, and it was all quiet except for the movie droning on.
When it was done, I was dead tired, so tired it was as if my eyelids were weighed down with 50 pound dumbbells. So I decided to try to take a nap until my family came home. It seemed like I had only rest my tired bones a minute though, when they arrived. My mom came over to my couch and asked how my night had been. At the time, I had told her O.K., but now, as I think back, it was really a nice, quiet, peaceful Christmas Eve, and I hope I have many more.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
My Lonely Hardship Days
I sat at the front of the classroom. I wasn't facing the big, bright windows, but I didn't have to to know that it was raining outside. Yep, it was a dreary day. A dreary day to match my dreary mood. Dark thoughts ran thru' my mind, as dark as the thunderheads outside.
Why did the teacher put me here? Sitting in this corner. Away from my friends. They all got to sit with drawers and writers and Scholars. But all I get to do is sit. All alone.
Except for my best friend the chair. My only friend the chair. He was always with me and beside me. Listening to my troubles and woes. Besides him I only got trouble makers. They always hurt me. I never felt a nice soft drawing on me thru' the cushion of paper. Instead, I had things written right on me. Right into me! Etching their name into my soft wooden skin with a ballpoint pen or even a knife.
I have many scars, and after a school, when all the teachers and janitors have left I have to listen to all of my fellow desks, Bragging about the many pages that had been written on them that day. Or what a masterpiece of a drawing had been drawn. Or what a well written poem. And all I have to say when someone asks me what I did that day is "Nothing" or "Just a scar". It has happened so many times now that no one asks me anymore.
I am now all alone. The chair has been taken to another room and I am alone. Alone in my hardship days.
Why did the teacher put me here? Sitting in this corner. Away from my friends. They all got to sit with drawers and writers and Scholars. But all I get to do is sit. All alone.
Except for my best friend the chair. My only friend the chair. He was always with me and beside me. Listening to my troubles and woes. Besides him I only got trouble makers. They always hurt me. I never felt a nice soft drawing on me thru' the cushion of paper. Instead, I had things written right on me. Right into me! Etching their name into my soft wooden skin with a ballpoint pen or even a knife.
I have many scars, and after a school, when all the teachers and janitors have left I have to listen to all of my fellow desks, Bragging about the many pages that had been written on them that day. Or what a masterpiece of a drawing had been drawn. Or what a well written poem. And all I have to say when someone asks me what I did that day is "Nothing" or "Just a scar". It has happened so many times now that no one asks me anymore.
I am now all alone. The chair has been taken to another room and I am alone. Alone in my hardship days.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Disbelief
How could he? I thought the question over and over on the top of my loft bed, as I stared into space. How could he? Tears fell freely down my cheeks and I didn't lift a finger to wipe them away. I was silent, mute. I couldn't talk if I wanted to. I was numb.
I trusted him. I believed him. I hung onto his every word, and he betrayed me. Told me he would be there for me. That he would never leave me. It was all a lie. Did he think I was dumb? That he could play with my heart? That I was just a five-year-old kid that he could pretend to and then just leave me in the dust? To brush me off as soon as he was alone? To pretend he didn't know my name? That he didn't know my secrets. That he didn't know that I loved him? How could he?
I would show him. He would be sorry. My unbelievable sadness had turned into raw anger. I would cut him off from me forever. He would wish he had never done this to me. He will be sorry, I vowed.
That night I didn't fall asleep when I went to bed, but instead, I lay awake and waited. I waited until everyone in the house was asleep. Until every last light was turned off. Until there was not a sound in the house except for slow soft breathing. Then I climbed noiselessly out of bed and tip-toed to the garage. I walked to where our garden tools were hanging and snatched a rope From where it was hanging on its hook. I waited at the door and listened once again. No one had waken up yet.
I silently ran back to my room and shut the door, flicking on the lights. I took a deep breath and walked over to my loft bed. my heart was pounding, my body shaking. I could not believe what I was about to do. I hung the coiled rope on the pole of my bunk bed and knelt to the ground.
I slowly reached under the bed and pulled out the pack that I had made earlier. It contained all my clothes and money, my heaviest coat, a handful of granola bars, a survival book and a map. All the stuff I needed to run away. I pulled out a sheet of paper from my notebook and wrote a note explaining to my mom. I wrote another one to my betrayer and folded it and put his name on the front. Then I placed all of my belongings inside of a blanket, folded it up and tyed it with my rope. I slung my pack on my back, took one last look arouned my room, and left.
I put my note to my mom and him, whose name I dare not say, on the Dining Room table, and opened the door. There was a full moon tonight and it cast a clean white glow on the sleeping world outside. A playful breeze spun thru' the evergreen trees stirring up their long, gracefull branches. They looked as if they were doing a dance. I took a big, deep breath, shut the door behind me, and disapeared into the darkness.
I trusted him. I believed him. I hung onto his every word, and he betrayed me. Told me he would be there for me. That he would never leave me. It was all a lie. Did he think I was dumb? That he could play with my heart? That I was just a five-year-old kid that he could pretend to and then just leave me in the dust? To brush me off as soon as he was alone? To pretend he didn't know my name? That he didn't know my secrets. That he didn't know that I loved him? How could he?
I would show him. He would be sorry. My unbelievable sadness had turned into raw anger. I would cut him off from me forever. He would wish he had never done this to me. He will be sorry, I vowed.
That night I didn't fall asleep when I went to bed, but instead, I lay awake and waited. I waited until everyone in the house was asleep. Until every last light was turned off. Until there was not a sound in the house except for slow soft breathing. Then I climbed noiselessly out of bed and tip-toed to the garage. I walked to where our garden tools were hanging and snatched a rope From where it was hanging on its hook. I waited at the door and listened once again. No one had waken up yet.
I silently ran back to my room and shut the door, flicking on the lights. I took a deep breath and walked over to my loft bed. my heart was pounding, my body shaking. I could not believe what I was about to do. I hung the coiled rope on the pole of my bunk bed and knelt to the ground.
I slowly reached under the bed and pulled out the pack that I had made earlier. It contained all my clothes and money, my heaviest coat, a handful of granola bars, a survival book and a map. All the stuff I needed to run away. I pulled out a sheet of paper from my notebook and wrote a note explaining to my mom. I wrote another one to my betrayer and folded it and put his name on the front. Then I placed all of my belongings inside of a blanket, folded it up and tyed it with my rope. I slung my pack on my back, took one last look arouned my room, and left.
I put my note to my mom and him, whose name I dare not say, on the Dining Room table, and opened the door. There was a full moon tonight and it cast a clean white glow on the sleeping world outside. A playful breeze spun thru' the evergreen trees stirring up their long, gracefull branches. They looked as if they were doing a dance. I took a big, deep breath, shut the door behind me, and disapeared into the darkness.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Embarassing Fish
It was late October, when the salmon were spawning, and on this particuler saturday morning, everyone in Westbank was getting ready for the most wierd day of thier life. The only thing was was that they didn't know it would be wierd. They thought it would be a very historic day that would probably never come again. This was a special day because the prime minister Steven Harper was passing through town. He was going to pass through the gellatly bay area and leave Westbank passing the Powers Creek.
The area was festive. All the way down the road the PM would ride there was a continuous line of people dressed in all of the colors of the rainbow. There were no potholes, speedbumps, or ruts along his path. He would have a smooth ride all the way. All of a sudden a bike rider came cycleing speedily up the road. He gave the shout,
"Steven Harper is coming! Steven Haper is coming!" Everyone stood straighter and taller and waited. He arrived. With a rousing of cheers and the throwing of roses and the police escorts, he arrived. Everyone whooped and hollered and sang and once he passed they fell in line behind him, walking on the road.
They followed along until they came up next to the Powers Creek where they gathered to wait to here the PM's speech. He was just about to start saying how thankful he was and what a good town we were and Bla, Bla, Bla, when all of a sudden salmon started falling from the sky.
The bodygaurds quickly wisked Steven Harper into the limo and drove away without a word. Anything that was out of the ordinary could be dangerous to the PM. This was what they were trained to do and this is what they did.
The area was festive. All the way down the road the PM would ride there was a continuous line of people dressed in all of the colors of the rainbow. There were no potholes, speedbumps, or ruts along his path. He would have a smooth ride all the way. All of a sudden a bike rider came cycleing speedily up the road. He gave the shout,
"Steven Harper is coming! Steven Haper is coming!" Everyone stood straighter and taller and waited. He arrived. With a rousing of cheers and the throwing of roses and the police escorts, he arrived. Everyone whooped and hollered and sang and once he passed they fell in line behind him, walking on the road.
They followed along until they came up next to the Powers Creek where they gathered to wait to here the PM's speech. He was just about to start saying how thankful he was and what a good town we were and Bla, Bla, Bla, when all of a sudden salmon started falling from the sky.
The bodygaurds quickly wisked Steven Harper into the limo and drove away without a word. Anything that was out of the ordinary could be dangerous to the PM. This was what they were trained to do and this is what they did.
Everyone was embarrased and hung their heads in shame. But nobody was as embarresed as Ringo . . .
TO BE CONTINUED
Ringo's Side
One night in late October, Friday night, to be exact, Ringo was up and about and cleaning his house. He was doing the fall cleaning, a great time to do so, the time being just before the great fishing of salmon. Ringo was hosting it this year and he wanted his house nice for his friends.
Now all of his friends were clean freaks and they all had to do certain things or they would feel dirty and that would make them go crazy. They all had to wash thier food in the creek so that it wouldn't be poisened. They had to keep leaves from their cave to keep things tidy. They had to remove any dead things from their property. Or anything in the way.
And that was what Ringo was doing this very night. There was a big boulder sitting right in front of his doorway and he knew they would notice it. So, tonight he thought he would move it to his arch enemys tree, the squirrel. Right where he would land, jumping down from his tree. Hopefully he would die.
So he started to work, but it was heavier then he expected. He pushed and shoved and worked all night long. Twice he fell on his face and once he rolled it over his toe. But by the dawns light he still hadn't gotten it down to his enemies tree.
He was so tired, and he knew the squirrel would be leaving his nest soon. He leaned against the boulder to rest his aching limbs. But he had only rested for 30 seconds when the boulder rolled away from him! It was rolling towards the creek! He started to run after it and then stopped. It was going too fast and he was too tired.
It rolled into the creek and then there was an explosion. The red salmon flew into the sky and came down a few minutes later. There was a few screams and a car door slamming coming from the road. But Ringo didn't care. He was ready for bed, he would worry about it in the nighttime.
Ringo crawled into bed and curled his tail around his nose.
Ringo the Raccoon was asleep.
Now all of his friends were clean freaks and they all had to do certain things or they would feel dirty and that would make them go crazy. They all had to wash thier food in the creek so that it wouldn't be poisened. They had to keep leaves from their cave to keep things tidy. They had to remove any dead things from their property. Or anything in the way.
And that was what Ringo was doing this very night. There was a big boulder sitting right in front of his doorway and he knew they would notice it. So, tonight he thought he would move it to his arch enemys tree, the squirrel. Right where he would land, jumping down from his tree. Hopefully he would die.
So he started to work, but it was heavier then he expected. He pushed and shoved and worked all night long. Twice he fell on his face and once he rolled it over his toe. But by the dawns light he still hadn't gotten it down to his enemies tree.
He was so tired, and he knew the squirrel would be leaving his nest soon. He leaned against the boulder to rest his aching limbs. But he had only rested for 30 seconds when the boulder rolled away from him! It was rolling towards the creek! He started to run after it and then stopped. It was going too fast and he was too tired.
It rolled into the creek and then there was an explosion. The red salmon flew into the sky and came down a few minutes later. There was a few screams and a car door slamming coming from the road. But Ringo didn't care. He was ready for bed, he would worry about it in the nighttime.
Ringo crawled into bed and curled his tail around his nose.
Ringo the Raccoon was asleep.
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