Saturday, September 4, 2010

Savior

I have fallen; I have fallen hard and no one is here to pick me up. I lay on the cold, hard ground and stare lifelessly at the gray clouds forming in the sky.
The lump in my throat tastes bitter and I choke out a soft cry as I try to get up, struggling with my shaking limbs.
I glance at the wreck before me, looking at all the crumpled metal and debris, unable to grasp that I have caused all this damage.
     I hear sirens in the distance and I try to get up, I know I have to get away before I get caught but I feel nothing in my legs. "Nn..." My teeth chatter as I begin to crawl away as fast as my body can handle and I take deep breaths.
There is no trees that I can hide behind, in fact, there is nothing. I caused an accident in the middle of nowhere in Silver Springs, Nevada and there is nothing out here for me to hide.
The sirens begin to get closer and I hold my breath, trying not to scream in agony as I use all my strength to crawl to a patch of sage brush and hide.
      Police officers and EMTs are there, getting out of their vehicles and looking for any injured people. I bite down on my split lip a little, knowing that they would find dead bodies. I know that one of them is my own little sister, and I know the amount of trouble that I am in.
I start crying softly again, and I feel bad. All I was doing was driving my little sister, Rachel, home from school and I saw something in the road and I swerved. By this, it caused my car to roll over and I know that I felt something hit us from the side or else I wouldn't have gotten thrown from my vehicle...or was the roll over that strong that I really did just fall out?
      "There! There is a person of there!" A man yells as he starts running to my hiding spot. "Miss! Are you okay?" He asked as he motioned others to bring a stretcher. 
I wince and try to hide some more. "No! G-go away...go!" I breathe hard as the man and a couple others gently lift me onto the stretcher. "It's okay, miss. You're safe." One says as they wheel me towards the ambulance.
Wind picks up as I start screaming, crying out for Rachel. "I'M SORRY! I DIDN'T MEAN TO DO IT!"
The man puts his hand on my shoulder. "Calm down, young lady. What are you talking about?"
       "R-Rachel! My baby sister! She was in the car...she's dead! Sh-she has to be!" I stutter, starting to shake from the cold weather.
The man, who - from what my eyes could see- is a cop, draped a blanket over me. "I'm sorry...there was no one in the car. There are no other bodies injured except for yours."
I begin to feel confused and I stare at him. "What? No...that's impossible! I...Rachel was there in the car with me when I crashed!" I look at his name tag. "Um...Rick...right?"
Rick nods and sighs slowly as he rubs his temple. "Miss, have you been drinking?"
      I feel offended. "No...not at all!" I try to remember if I actually did have a drink and I come to the conclusion that I actually didn't drink.
Rick looks me in the eyes and takes my hand. "Listen to me...listen to me closely: There are no other cars here. There are no other bodies. Only you were driving on this abandoned road. You have to have been drunk driving and flipped your car over..."
I yank my hand away, now scared. Have I lost my mind? Of course there had to have been another car! Rachel was there! I know it!
     "Officer! My sister WAS in the car! I'm telling the truth!"
...but was Rachel in my car? Was I telling the truth? Was I even alive? Was I asleep and just dreaming?
I don't know...


 (Okay! This is just one of these exercises I've been doing. But I changed it up a bit. This girl was hit in the head at a ball game, I think - it was in the book my mom got me - and she was knocked out for quite some time to have this dream. Now this idea didn't come from the book but the knocking out thing did. Haha. And the title is called Savior because that is the title of the song I'm listening to.)



Thursday, September 2, 2010

Famousss~♥



 My heart is pumping, the people are screaming. I walk out onto the stage, my hands clasped around the microphone. Can you guess what I want to be? Or...want/wanted? A famous singer.
     I want to feel the rush of having to sing in front of three thousand or more people. I want to tour the united states and other countries. Especially Ireland. GO IRISH!
I mean, I'm sure everyone wonders what it would be like to be famous, to be in a movie. To be a musician, to be an artist! Or maybe even a model.
Why I wouldn't want to be famous is because I would probably have no time for home and stuff, family, friends. I'd always be going around.
    And...besides, I can barely sing in front of my own mother so what makes me think that I could possibly sing front of three to six thousand?!
No thanks. Lol, I think I'll just stick to doing homework and stuff. :0 But it would be nice... *thinks* hahahahahaha...


 SOoooooOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooo! Why? Would? You? Want? To? Be? Famous?!
   

Monday, August 30, 2010

Favorite Season


   My favorite season has to be Fall/Winter. Why? I love the way it feels when I go outside in jeans and a jacket and I can still feel the cold air seep through my jeans, and you know how when you breathe in cold air for too long and you start to get a headache? I love it. But it's funny how when it's Winter and you are all like. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh!!!!! I can't WAIIIIIIIIIITTTTT for SUMMERRRRRR!!!!" And then towards the middle of August you're like. "OMGOSH I CAN'T WAIT FOR WINTER I'M FREAKING SICK OF THIS MAN!!!"
Yeah...that's how I am. :/ 
     Summer is nice but nothing compares to Winter when you can walk to the park and not be sweating your butt off half way there. :-0
Plus, thunder storms are pretty amazing. I love dark clouds. To me it looks so much prettier than a cloudless blue day. :/ Those are really no fun to me. 
   I'm more of a storm girl, that's why I love the cold season. It's just the feeling of coldness and cuddling up by a fire with hot chocolate and wearing jeans all the time. :)


    Annnnnd by the time it's like...March I'll be. "OH GOSH COME ON SUMMER HURRY UP!!!"


 Soooooooooooo... *looks around and just stands there* ............. what's your favorite season?

Saturday, August 28, 2010

.................................

...Five ways that I would entertain myself if I didn't see a single person in one week would be hard to find...because I'm usually sort of bored when people are around me...so let's see!


 1. My iPod. Hands down. I can't live without it, I think I would cry if it broke into tiny pieces in my hands.


 2. Write...yeah...

 3. I would definitely take my most emo and depressing songs that I have that have the most meaning to it and make a drama out of it and play it by myself.


 4. Go to the park and try to do that flippy thing on the swing that is nearly impossible.


 5. Redo tenth grade all over again. Haha. And do Geometry.


There are so many things that would keep me from being un-bored, such as going to the park with my brother and sister, going shopping with my sister, listening to music 24/7. And then doing homework 24/7.


   There are SO many things...


...but what would you do for seven days with no one around? What are five ways to entertain yourself?



Thursday, August 26, 2010

~*♥Letter to Me♥*~


 Dear Eimilee,

 I am you from the future, nearly eight years from your time. You are ten years old, and if you are anything like me (lol, which you are, since you are..um...ME) it would have taken you a bit to add that together. LOL.
  Why am I writing a letter to you? I want to tell you stuff that you shouldn't do!
Okay, here it goes mini-me: One, do NOT cut your hair in the future! Ask mom to trim your hair a little bit so you don't get split ends. I hacked most of my hair off and I hate it. Thank GOD it's growing back. HAHAHAHA!
   Learn how to write stories, I started writing when I was thirteen and I loved it. Guitar and piano are not our passions. Although, you'll be in love with guitar for about three more years. I would say don't give up guitar but I think that writing just made me happier as a person. More creativity.
    Stay Internet-happy. Hahaha.......something happens in the future. It's a big surprise. Okay, it's not a surprise but I LOVED IT. Also you will get addicted to Role Playing. I don't think that was a bad choice......but it took me a bit to get out of it. Hahaha...but man...fifty notebooks. ANYWAYS.
You love music, I love music. Of course. My tastes now are a TON different than the tastes you have. Seriously...I am ashamed. WOW Worship CD number something and a stupid song that reminded you of Danny Phantom singing to you and you shivered like a stupid little freak. HAHAHA...yeah, I can call you a freak. XD
    Oh, and you become addicted to homework too. No. You did not become a nerd. YOU are a nerd...kind of...okay, no you are a nerd. Haha..

 Anyways!
    Love, You're older self.
 Eimilee.

 SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
   This took me a while to come up with, I'm so brain-dead tonight.

 So, if you could write to your ten-year-old self, what would you say to yourself? What would you ask for your younger self to change?

 

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Pet Peeviness




Pet peaves. Am I spelling this right? No? Pet PEEVES, haha, there you go.
Anyways, yes, pet peeves. We all have them, the most retarded ones sometimes.
     What are my pet peeves? And how many times am I going to even say that word?
Mine have to be a couple of ones that are pretty weird, or…I don’t know, I’ll let you decide.

PLASTIC BAGS IN THE SINK!!!! ZipLocs, grocery store bags, TRASH for that matter! You don’t know how bad this is until you get it all wet and have food all over it. IT IS NOT FUN TO PUT IN THE TRASH! It’s all gross and disgusting and I don’t like to touch it, I hate it when people do this to me when I have to do the dishes. It’s like they are secretly trying to torment me.

And, second…

Dun, dun, DUNNNNN….an open closet door.

It bugs the hell out of me. I’m lying there on my bed and I had finished watching TV. I’m tired, I want to go to bed, but the closet door is open (that’s where the TV is) and I’m sitting there wondering: “CLOSE YOURSELF!”
It just shows off everything you have in there and it bugs me so much!

Another pet peeve has to be when I set a goal for myself with school work to do so many pages and I don’t finish my goal at the end of the day, I’m kicking myself for not finishing it. I mean…it’s just like, lying there on my table whispering to me: “Why didn’t you finish me? Eimilee? Pleasssssssseeee finnniiisssh meeeee….”

And the last one has to be cracked eraser tops. You know, those cute, colorful ones that go on top of your pencil? When they crack…it just…drives me insane… XD

Anyways…

 ……What’s your pet peeve?