Someday...I will mover away from this place and settle somewhere where the past won't come back to haunt me. Someday...I will help my family get whatever they need. Someday...I will make myself a better me and make a difference in where I live now...
The name's Jane Moseby. Fifteen years old. It looks pretty bad around where I live. Everything seemed to have happened in one segundo at the least. There's darkness where the light's supposed to be. I can't even fully recover from the fact that the town of Cambodia has turned into a trash land after the war planes dropped their bombs on us. I'm glad my older sister doesn't have to see this. I mean, really. She's in a better place now with greener pastures, and I'm in the same place as usual. However, this isn't a normal lifestyle for a person like me.
People have told me that this place used to be radiant and flawless. All of the significant people would come down here and make something useful out of themselves. According to some of my relatives, this area was known as Los Angeles, but that was 6,000 years ago. It was only 20 years before now that what used to be a glorious town turned into the black hole of depression o something. Now, this so-called Los Angeles turned into the current town of Cambodia, located in the first region of our country, Elopia.
These days in my life distracted me from keeping up with things lately. I'm guessing today's a Tuesday. The big flocks of black birds seem to fly past here around this day. I walked past my neighbors' stores. They weren't in very good condition, but they were still up and running. Everyone in the town of Cambodia needed to get food, water, and heat somehow. Unfortunately, for me, my family can't afford much with the necessities that we have. See, my mother is a dependent person. My father couldn't stay with us since he was taking a business trip to another region. It's unknown where he is now, but it's been a good 10 years already. He left since I was around 5 o 6 years old. I can't tell if he was trying to find más items to trade for comida and blankets, o he's trying to find himself a job so we can mover out of here. Either way, it's been a long time. I miss all of the father-daughter moments I've had with him years ago. We don't have any anymore. It seems like my whole family is torn apart.
"Janey! Janey! Janey!"
My little sister, Bailee called to me. She's only 9 years old. She didn't understand why we lived here, nor she knew where our dad was. If only we didn't live like this. I don't want poor Bailee to celebrate her 10th birthday sitting in a dark room full of the bomb disaster. Every año since she was 4 years old, she wished that we lived in a different house with all the luxury one could buy. Well, Baby Bee, this place used to have all of that. Ask the war-plane pilots about everything else.
She ran to me, scared. It felt as if she was squeezing me to death. I hugged back, knowing how worried she is about where we are now. I believe she spotted another raccoon trying to break into the house. o it could be the fact that she has to stay alone in a soot-filled room each night and have nightmares. Yep, either one. I can't really come up with any tactics to make her feel better about that, though. Sometimes, my mother tells her to think of a happy place. I look at her, thinking there's not a happy place anywhere. At least she's trying something to help her. We're all trying to help each other. It's difficult.
"You got scared again, Bee?" I asked the little girl who was literally squeezing my insides together.
She pulled me towards the house. It was a few steps away. As the wind blew, all of the charcoal-type dust blew in our faces. It smelled awful. It reeked of anger and pity. Bailee almost slipped into a dirty, black puddle when we walked into the house. We didn't have that much rainfall last night, but at least it's not as dry as a desert here, either. In fact, it's been about 2 weeks since water has fallen. It's greatly affecting the crops the families in Cambodia have. A full feast of chopped pig with a side ensalada and freshly-picked peaches would be excellent por now.
I sat Bailee on her bed. It was falling apart at a corner. We never got around to fixing it. If it broke any más than it is now, then Bailee would have to sleep with our mother. The bad part about that is the fact that the temperature lowers to about 73 degrees at night. That would be another thing to add to the lista of needs for this house that we don't have o used to have.
As I sat beside my sister, she held my arm. "I'm scared to go to cama tonight." "Why?" I ask back. I know she's only nine, but come on.
"What if someone tries to take us away? What if Dad doesn't come back to protect us?" tu can tell she was worried por her worried, high-pitched, kiddie voice. She expected an answer for anything. The world doesn't have all its answers, young one. There's a lot tu need to learn.
I look around. I'm finding trouble answering my little sister's question. What do I tell a nine-year-old who's living in poverty and danger? "One día we'll find him, and then we can live normally. Trust me." Bailee will believe anything. Me, I need to see it to believe it. Hopefully it will happen.
We both looked out the window. It got really cloudy outside. No rain yet, though. Maybe later tonight. Bailee was getting tired. I decided to tell her a story. One story I told her, passed on por many of my relatives, is about a stray perrito, cachorro named Nixie. She was the cutest pup in the land, but she was very poor. She had nowhere to run. But then...a miracle happened. A estrella glittered in the sky and lit up a pathway. At the end of that pathway was a small house. Inside that house, a little boy and girl, hoping to have a pet, waited out on the porch. They found Nixie and kept her as their own, feeding her the right comida and making her feel welcome. Bailee smiled at that story every time. It made her think if she'll find that same miracle. I did, too. That's why I loved listening to this story when our mother told it at age four.
I tucked Bailee in for bed, and went in the living room. My mother was in there, escritura in a journal and depressed as usual. Every afternoon, she'll write her thoughts about being in this place we are now. She's trying to recover from this sadness, but it's difficult. At night, she can't sleep knowing that our dad wasn't here to watch out for us. Then I would come in and hug her, assuring her that everything would be alright. The majority of time it worked, but even I get emotional.
I sat down with her and asked her how she was doing. "I'm trying. It's just--I'm trying, hun." She was really nervous. I patted her on the shoulder. "Mom...I can protect tu and Bee. It's not a problem. One day, dad's going to come back and then we'll deal with all of this together--"
"What if we don't?" My mother's voice cracked a little. "It's been years, darling. No letters, souvenirs, holiday visits--nothing!"
I really hope it's not what I think it is. I really hope it's not. I can't handle seeing another corpse. "Maybe they captured him to a place, and he can't get out. I can go find him for you. I've been practicing my hunting and scavengering." My mother had a tear running down her face. She looked at me. I couldn't help but look back. "You...you don't understand. It's not that easy, Jane."
"I know it isn't", I said, "but I have the determination to go look for him. tu just gotta believe me." She argued back with me. "I'm not going to risk another one in this house to be missing. We need you, Jane. I can't have tu killed."
I couldn't fight with her anymore. I do have the drive to go out risking life and limb to find my father. I want this family to be a whole again. But mom's right. Bailee needs me. I can't just leave her. And this would just add más pressure to my mother, who's been wishing and waiting for dad to come inicial all this time. My dear mother cried even más right in front of me. I was going to, but I can't become weak even at this time in our lives. I hug her, rubbing her and trying to comfort her as best as I can.
My mother, after moments of tearing up, spoke to me. "I amor tu so much."
"I amor you, too." I hugged her even tighter, lifting my head.
A while later, she was asleep as well. Both my mother and my sister needed some rest. They both have been having sleepless nights unlike me. It was about 5:00. I wasn't tired just yet. I decided to go out and watch the last few moments of the sun being up above the buildings. The little colina behind the house was a perfect spot to sit. The césped, hierba wasn't really green enough, but it was still calm. I could think of happy thoughts here. The last time I was here, I thought of living here back when everything was nice-looking and peaceful. Anything would be better than this.
I decided to lay in the césped, hierba and look up at the sky. My eyes closed a little. There was a strange, somewhat white-noise sound. It made me really sleepy. There was also a really strange smell. It wasn't like this when I was here last. What the hell is going on? I couldn't sit back up because the smell was making me weak.
And then...nothing. I couldn't see o hear anything. Am I dead? No, I still have a heartbeat. Well...what's going on?
The siguiente thing I know...I'm in a forest-like area. This is really strange, though, because it doesn't look like the forest that I hunt for deer and rabbits for. This forest has naranja flores in it, dripping with rainforest water. That's not right. Maybe this is a part of my forest where I didn't explore...or not.
At least this place looks más beautiful than every sight in my town put together. Birds were flying around, pretty flores sat around me, and there was so much water that I'll literally pee myself if I drink it all. But I don't get why I'm here. It looks wonderful, but I'm supposed to be inicial with my family. Bailee and my mom may have awaken por now, but I'm uncertain.
At that moment, I hear an electronic voice of some sort. There was some type of recorder in a tree. Wait, a recorder? Is this árbol remote-controlled o something?
A voice came out of it. It sounded deep, manly, and very creepy. "Hello, Jane."
The name's Jane Moseby. Fifteen years old. It looks pretty bad around where I live. Everything seemed to have happened in one segundo at the least. There's darkness where the light's supposed to be. I can't even fully recover from the fact that the town of Cambodia has turned into a trash land after the war planes dropped their bombs on us. I'm glad my older sister doesn't have to see this. I mean, really. She's in a better place now with greener pastures, and I'm in the same place as usual. However, this isn't a normal lifestyle for a person like me.
People have told me that this place used to be radiant and flawless. All of the significant people would come down here and make something useful out of themselves. According to some of my relatives, this area was known as Los Angeles, but that was 6,000 years ago. It was only 20 years before now that what used to be a glorious town turned into the black hole of depression o something. Now, this so-called Los Angeles turned into the current town of Cambodia, located in the first region of our country, Elopia.
These days in my life distracted me from keeping up with things lately. I'm guessing today's a Tuesday. The big flocks of black birds seem to fly past here around this day. I walked past my neighbors' stores. They weren't in very good condition, but they were still up and running. Everyone in the town of Cambodia needed to get food, water, and heat somehow. Unfortunately, for me, my family can't afford much with the necessities that we have. See, my mother is a dependent person. My father couldn't stay with us since he was taking a business trip to another region. It's unknown where he is now, but it's been a good 10 years already. He left since I was around 5 o 6 years old. I can't tell if he was trying to find más items to trade for comida and blankets, o he's trying to find himself a job so we can mover out of here. Either way, it's been a long time. I miss all of the father-daughter moments I've had with him years ago. We don't have any anymore. It seems like my whole family is torn apart.
"Janey! Janey! Janey!"
My little sister, Bailee called to me. She's only 9 years old. She didn't understand why we lived here, nor she knew where our dad was. If only we didn't live like this. I don't want poor Bailee to celebrate her 10th birthday sitting in a dark room full of the bomb disaster. Every año since she was 4 years old, she wished that we lived in a different house with all the luxury one could buy. Well, Baby Bee, this place used to have all of that. Ask the war-plane pilots about everything else.
She ran to me, scared. It felt as if she was squeezing me to death. I hugged back, knowing how worried she is about where we are now. I believe she spotted another raccoon trying to break into the house. o it could be the fact that she has to stay alone in a soot-filled room each night and have nightmares. Yep, either one. I can't really come up with any tactics to make her feel better about that, though. Sometimes, my mother tells her to think of a happy place. I look at her, thinking there's not a happy place anywhere. At least she's trying something to help her. We're all trying to help each other. It's difficult.
"You got scared again, Bee?" I asked the little girl who was literally squeezing my insides together.
She pulled me towards the house. It was a few steps away. As the wind blew, all of the charcoal-type dust blew in our faces. It smelled awful. It reeked of anger and pity. Bailee almost slipped into a dirty, black puddle when we walked into the house. We didn't have that much rainfall last night, but at least it's not as dry as a desert here, either. In fact, it's been about 2 weeks since water has fallen. It's greatly affecting the crops the families in Cambodia have. A full feast of chopped pig with a side ensalada and freshly-picked peaches would be excellent por now.
I sat Bailee on her bed. It was falling apart at a corner. We never got around to fixing it. If it broke any más than it is now, then Bailee would have to sleep with our mother. The bad part about that is the fact that the temperature lowers to about 73 degrees at night. That would be another thing to add to the lista of needs for this house that we don't have o used to have.
As I sat beside my sister, she held my arm. "I'm scared to go to cama tonight." "Why?" I ask back. I know she's only nine, but come on.
"What if someone tries to take us away? What if Dad doesn't come back to protect us?" tu can tell she was worried por her worried, high-pitched, kiddie voice. She expected an answer for anything. The world doesn't have all its answers, young one. There's a lot tu need to learn.
I look around. I'm finding trouble answering my little sister's question. What do I tell a nine-year-old who's living in poverty and danger? "One día we'll find him, and then we can live normally. Trust me." Bailee will believe anything. Me, I need to see it to believe it. Hopefully it will happen.
We both looked out the window. It got really cloudy outside. No rain yet, though. Maybe later tonight. Bailee was getting tired. I decided to tell her a story. One story I told her, passed on por many of my relatives, is about a stray perrito, cachorro named Nixie. She was the cutest pup in the land, but she was very poor. She had nowhere to run. But then...a miracle happened. A estrella glittered in the sky and lit up a pathway. At the end of that pathway was a small house. Inside that house, a little boy and girl, hoping to have a pet, waited out on the porch. They found Nixie and kept her as their own, feeding her the right comida and making her feel welcome. Bailee smiled at that story every time. It made her think if she'll find that same miracle. I did, too. That's why I loved listening to this story when our mother told it at age four.
I tucked Bailee in for bed, and went in the living room. My mother was in there, escritura in a journal and depressed as usual. Every afternoon, she'll write her thoughts about being in this place we are now. She's trying to recover from this sadness, but it's difficult. At night, she can't sleep knowing that our dad wasn't here to watch out for us. Then I would come in and hug her, assuring her that everything would be alright. The majority of time it worked, but even I get emotional.
I sat down with her and asked her how she was doing. "I'm trying. It's just--I'm trying, hun." She was really nervous. I patted her on the shoulder. "Mom...I can protect tu and Bee. It's not a problem. One day, dad's going to come back and then we'll deal with all of this together--"
"What if we don't?" My mother's voice cracked a little. "It's been years, darling. No letters, souvenirs, holiday visits--nothing!"
I really hope it's not what I think it is. I really hope it's not. I can't handle seeing another corpse. "Maybe they captured him to a place, and he can't get out. I can go find him for you. I've been practicing my hunting and scavengering." My mother had a tear running down her face. She looked at me. I couldn't help but look back. "You...you don't understand. It's not that easy, Jane."
"I know it isn't", I said, "but I have the determination to go look for him. tu just gotta believe me." She argued back with me. "I'm not going to risk another one in this house to be missing. We need you, Jane. I can't have tu killed."
I couldn't fight with her anymore. I do have the drive to go out risking life and limb to find my father. I want this family to be a whole again. But mom's right. Bailee needs me. I can't just leave her. And this would just add más pressure to my mother, who's been wishing and waiting for dad to come inicial all this time. My dear mother cried even más right in front of me. I was going to, but I can't become weak even at this time in our lives. I hug her, rubbing her and trying to comfort her as best as I can.
My mother, after moments of tearing up, spoke to me. "I amor tu so much."
"I amor you, too." I hugged her even tighter, lifting my head.
A while later, she was asleep as well. Both my mother and my sister needed some rest. They both have been having sleepless nights unlike me. It was about 5:00. I wasn't tired just yet. I decided to go out and watch the last few moments of the sun being up above the buildings. The little colina behind the house was a perfect spot to sit. The césped, hierba wasn't really green enough, but it was still calm. I could think of happy thoughts here. The last time I was here, I thought of living here back when everything was nice-looking and peaceful. Anything would be better than this.
I decided to lay in the césped, hierba and look up at the sky. My eyes closed a little. There was a strange, somewhat white-noise sound. It made me really sleepy. There was also a really strange smell. It wasn't like this when I was here last. What the hell is going on? I couldn't sit back up because the smell was making me weak.
And then...nothing. I couldn't see o hear anything. Am I dead? No, I still have a heartbeat. Well...what's going on?
The siguiente thing I know...I'm in a forest-like area. This is really strange, though, because it doesn't look like the forest that I hunt for deer and rabbits for. This forest has naranja flores in it, dripping with rainforest water. That's not right. Maybe this is a part of my forest where I didn't explore...or not.
At least this place looks más beautiful than every sight in my town put together. Birds were flying around, pretty flores sat around me, and there was so much water that I'll literally pee myself if I drink it all. But I don't get why I'm here. It looks wonderful, but I'm supposed to be inicial with my family. Bailee and my mom may have awaken por now, but I'm uncertain.
At that moment, I hear an electronic voice of some sort. There was some type of recorder in a tree. Wait, a recorder? Is this árbol remote-controlled o something?
A voice came out of it. It sounded deep, manly, and very creepy. "Hello, Jane."
I walk into
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood por me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To mostrar them that...
Their work was useful.
To mostrar them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to mostrar all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood por me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To mostrar them that...
Their work was useful.
To mostrar them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to mostrar all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
Run. It was the only thing going threw Leven,Evie, Matthew and Cameron's mind right now as the perros and people chased them into the forest.They went as fast as they could as the perros got closer and closer.
They weren't suppose to be running from the perros right now. Then again they weren't suppose to be convicted of a crime they didn't do but it had happened.
"Hurry they're gettin' away!" A loud and gruff voice dicho behind them. The barking got louder. A sharp pain was in Leven's side as she ran. She had taken track at school so she was use to it but it was terrible. She could barely breath as she ran.
Matthew turned his head to look back at the others for a división, split segundo and had came in contact with something hard. The thing fell back and Matthew staggered. They all stopped then as the body picked herself up. They looked I to the eyes of a criminal. The most wanted person alive in america. Brig.
They weren't suppose to be running from the perros right now. Then again they weren't suppose to be convicted of a crime they didn't do but it had happened.
"Hurry they're gettin' away!" A loud and gruff voice dicho behind them. The barking got louder. A sharp pain was in Leven's side as she ran. She had taken track at school so she was use to it but it was terrible. She could barely breath as she ran.
Matthew turned his head to look back at the others for a división, split segundo and had came in contact with something hard. The thing fell back and Matthew staggered. They all stopped then as the body picked herself up. They looked I to the eyes of a criminal. The most wanted person alive in america. Brig.
I never thought it would be that easy,
Cause we are both so distant now.
And the walls are closing in on us,
And we are wondering how.
No one has a solid answer,
But just walking in the dark,
tu can see the look on my face,
It just tears me apart.
When I first met you,
I thought,
How would I get to know this girl well?
Now,
I think,
Why do I have to leave this girl already?
But tu and I,
Both of us are walking alone,
In the dark.
Even though tu are not with me,
I can feel tu with me in my heart.
It just breaks me to think
That tu are not with me.
But now,
As I have pondered this situation
For a while now,
I have made a decision.
I am alone.
I am not alone, however, in my heart.
tu are with me,
Walking in the dark,
Together.
Cause we are both so distant now.
And the walls are closing in on us,
And we are wondering how.
No one has a solid answer,
But just walking in the dark,
tu can see the look on my face,
It just tears me apart.
When I first met you,
I thought,
How would I get to know this girl well?
Now,
I think,
Why do I have to leave this girl already?
But tu and I,
Both of us are walking alone,
In the dark.
Even though tu are not with me,
I can feel tu with me in my heart.
It just breaks me to think
That tu are not with me.
But now,
As I have pondered this situation
For a while now,
I have made a decision.
I am alone.
I am not alone, however, in my heart.
tu are with me,
Walking in the dark,
Together.
Some of tu may go through life,
Thinking something,
That is,
Who the hero is in your life.
I am one of those people.
But what I found is that
Even though many people are major influences
On my success in life
Such as my closest friends,
My teachers,
My parents,
Those serving for our country,
Others around me,
o even my worst enemies.
This año I have found that
The hero that I have
Is no one else
But me.
My hero is myself.
I inspire myself to do everything I do.
I am the light of my life.
Thinking something,
That is,
Who the hero is in your life.
I am one of those people.
But what I found is that
Even though many people are major influences
On my success in life
Such as my closest friends,
My teachers,
My parents,
Those serving for our country,
Others around me,
o even my worst enemies.
This año I have found that
The hero that I have
Is no one else
But me.
My hero is myself.
I inspire myself to do everything I do.
I am the light of my life.
I deny the truth,
But really,
That is nothing.
I do that just to protect myself.
I cannot let the truth overcome me
All at once,
I must let it come at me
Pieces por pieces.
The truth is always shocking,
At many times sad.
But I must accept the truth
Even after a while.
Because denying the truth
Is like lying to myself
Denying the truth hurts my soul
But it also protects my soul at the same time.
I don't know what to believe.
It's all too shocking for me.
I deny the truth.
I protect my soul.
I protect myself.
But I also hurt myself.
But really,
That is nothing.
I do that just to protect myself.
I cannot let the truth overcome me
All at once,
I must let it come at me
Pieces por pieces.
The truth is always shocking,
At many times sad.
But I must accept the truth
Even after a while.
Because denying the truth
Is like lying to myself
Denying the truth hurts my soul
But it also protects my soul at the same time.
I don't know what to believe.
It's all too shocking for me.
I deny the truth.
I protect my soul.
I protect myself.
But I also hurt myself.
Why,
Is everyone being so cruel
Everyone is abusing each other
It seems like there is no good at all
In this world.
Why is everyone
Leaving me out of everything
Like I am this puppet with no string
I feel out of place,
And I am sure other people feel the same
I have searched for all these years
Someone special
Who would lead me through
The darkness
And all of my troubles would fade away.
Someone that would be named,
"My Hero."
I found who she was this year
And it was extremely unexpected,
Because...
No one else is my hero.
My hero is myself.
Is everyone being so cruel
Everyone is abusing each other
It seems like there is no good at all
In this world.
Why is everyone
Leaving me out of everything
Like I am this puppet with no string
I feel out of place,
And I am sure other people feel the same
I have searched for all these years
Someone special
Who would lead me through
The darkness
And all of my troubles would fade away.
Someone that would be named,
"My Hero."
I found who she was this year
And it was extremely unexpected,
Because...
No one else is my hero.
My hero is myself.
This is for all the kids who are bullied por words. My teachers always say be bleacher people. Lift others up. I hope this poem gives that message to others.
tu yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I mover on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
o lift
me up.
Why must
tu hurt
me?
tu yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I mover on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
o lift
me up.
Why must
tu hurt
me?
Why should I live,what's with life?He gave me 5 libros I know them so well I know everyone page I could read it with out actually lectura it!!!One día i awoke with a holy bble on my bed.It was from one of the demon's junior demon wives.It had a tag and a note saying"srry for ur troubles hope u havnt read this before lol".The oldest thing is i knew who she was because she was a human like me before the demon turned her into one of his own.Then i thought wait why havnt i been turnd in to a demon yet?Then it hit me! maybe he needs fresh to keep him alive!
por AuthorForPooh
The bare moment when no one's
there to guide her
feet down the worn path.
She's traveled this path times before,
but tu are always there
in her way.
tu scare her with your
harsh words and strong hands,
she runs back every time.
tu laugh.
What she doesn't realize, is that
we too are on that path.
Her friends.
We pull her to her feet
and push past you.
Because she's never alone.
Im tried of bullying. Its mean. As a friend i will stick por my friends. Help stop bullying!