Into My Imagination

Another Day Without a Paradise

2008-03-06T22:52:00.003-06:00

She calls out to the boy walking the New York City streets. She's hungry and tired, with no where to go. It's cold, and she doesn't know where she is. He can see she's been crying and she can't walk easily but she's trying. He runs to her as she falls into his arms. He quickly takes her inside and helps her. He sees her beauty hasn't changed one bit. She's still as beautiful as ever, even in ripped and stained clothing and dirt covering her face. She's abused and doesn't have a home. She's beaten and she can't hide it. The lad recognizes her, and holds her close to his heart. They're both scared, and both haven't seen each other in so long. As he looks into her eyes, he realizes how selfish he's been and how he let her slip through his fingers. Her eyes cut through him as he sits up and starts closer towards her. She backs away and runs into the streets in fear again. The boy thinks how this could've been prevented and finds that it is too late. At 17, he walks back outside and calls for her. He won't let her go again. He remembers the sweet memories with each other, and looks for her to find her hiding again from the world. He talks to her and hugs her and loves her again.

The Book

2008-03-06T22:28:00.006-06:00

I quietly looked up from my book, and saw his smile; the gorgeous smile that made my knees weak every time I saw it. I bit my lip and shyly grinned back. He came and sat down next to me, his smile still wide.
"Hey," he said as he glanced at the book. "Whatcha reading?"
I giggled then replied, "A book." I batted my eyelashes at him and received a small chuckle in return.
"Thanks Miss Obvious," he laughed. I smiled and blushed, but tried to hide it. When I looked back up at him, I saw that he had the famous smirk on his face, and it made me blush harder.
"So, I was wondering, um..." he stuttered.
"Yeah..." I pushed him along. Just as he was about to answer me, his girlfriend came up behind us and interrupted.
"Hey, what's going on?" she directed towards me. I shook my head and slowly started walking away. I didn't turn around, and I also didn't hear him call after me. I'd seen this a million times before.

Two weeks later:

I sat quietly in the library, finishing up the book I was reading; tears silently falling as my eyes scanned the distressing pages of the book. I heard someone sit in front of me and I quickly looked up to see him, sitting in front of me. I looked up at smiled through tears. He looked back at me with eyes full of concern.
"What's wrong?" he asked suddenly. I laughed at him and put down the book.
"The book... it's sad," I sighed. I saw his face relax and his smile returned. I felt my insides flutter as he gently took my hand and told me how "beautiful" I looked that day. I had heard this before, and I stood to my feet and started walking away. He caught up and started covering for this by asking what the book was about. I turned around and said to him, "It's about how a guy cheats on his girlfriend for a girl that likes him, and ends up hurting both girls inside. Sound like anyone?"

Right Here

2008-02-23T15:48:00.018-06:00

I stood there, staring in awe at the beautiful acoustic guitar gracefully sitting in front of me. It was an amazing electric blue, that captured your eye to take in its beauty. I sat on my bed in my bedroom and shut my eyes, then majestically strummed a gorgeous chord. I heard its beauty and sighed, opening my eyes. I gazed in front of me, and instead of a wall, there was the sand and a sunset over the quiet ocean. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn't dreaming, and I saw the same. I felt a gentle breeze blow through my hair and breathed in the salt scent. I got up and shuffled toward it, and reached out my hand. There was no wall to separate, so I silently stepped into the scene. I returned to my spot and shut my eyes, imagining myself as the pop star at a concert. I let another chord sound and as I did, I heard screams and chants of people. I looked up and saw people all around the stage that I was sitting upon. I continued to play as the screams roared around me. At the end of the song, I once again shut my eyes. I wondered if it worked on people. I imagined my best friend that moved to Europe three years ago, and let my hand strum on the instrument. Like magic, there she stood, in front of me. I ran to hug her, and questions started flying. She asked how this happened and once I told her, she decided to try it. When we were together at school, three of us hung out everyday. Me, Ashley, and Cole. Cole moved to California a year before Ashley moved. I missed him terribly, but as soon as I heard the music, he appeared. We all caught up and laughed, and gossiped, like old times. It was amazing to be with them again, but soon they started to fade away, just as quickly as they appeared. I imagined them completely gone, and there they went. I was about to set down the mystical guitar, until I thought of it. The best idea I had ever had popped into my head. I reminisced the sweet, precious times I had with him, and how one simple car crash changed it all. One drunk driver, one life-crushing moment, and one completely crushed car. I thought hard and played with all of my heart. As I opened my eyes, tears flowed. I saw him; there with me. He was completely there. I ran into his arms and cried. He finally looked at me, and before disappearing he sang to me; "All you have to do is call my name; no matter how close or far away; ask me once, and I'll come; I'll come running. And when I can't be with you, dream me near. Keep me at your heart and I'll appear. All you got to do is turn around, close your eyes, look inside; I'm right here."

The quote from Miley Cyrus's Right Here. Check it out!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3BwwbQDSyac

I Fake a Smile

2008-02-23T00:07:00.003-06:00

Tonight, I lost it. I screamed and cried out everything that had been bottled up inside for so long. Every single day I fake a smile that fools everyone into believing that I'm the type of girl that has it all together. Hundreds of times people have approached me and told me I'm a role model. Tons of times I have caught girls' looks as they watch me do my everyday activities in perfection. But everything is not what it seems. I'm an extremely good actress, apparently, for I am actually burning on the inside. I am confused, and scared, and stressed. No one understands me and no one cares to. Well, no one did, until you. You saw right through me, like I was transparent; and you cared for me, even though you didn't know me. Something in your eyes made me trust that you wouldn't break my heart into. You looked me in the eyes and told me to tell you what was wrong. I couldn't keep it hidden any longer. I'm ashamed of how weak I really am. I'm not the girl that everyone thinks. I'm nothing special in my eyes; but in yours, I'm a princess in disguise. You're the prince that I've been waiting for to rescue me. Everynight I prayed for you to come and save me from my emotions that flood me. I know you've come, and I know it's you; for I know that I can be MYSELF... and I don't have to fake a smile any longer.

Tear Stains On My Guitar

2008-02-21T20:38:00.000-06:00

I gently put my guitar down onto the bed. Once again, I played your song. Once again, you're not here to listen to me pour out my heart and soul singing it and meaning every word. Although foolish, I always imagine you right there listening and loving me the whole time. Only me, not her; the girl that always is first with me behind her. If she can't please you, you come to me. I don't like being used, but as soon as I say "I'm done", I look in your eyes and I forget every word I said. It's not fair what you do to me. You make me believe I'm your girl, but then your rip me apart and choose her instead. I'll always be number two in your heart. I sing this song wanting you to know what I am trying to say to your heart. I pray that the melody will somehow float to you, that somehow, you'll understand what I'm saying to you.

Tonight I was sure you meant it. You said to me I was your "dream girl" and that you wouldn't leave me. Why do I always believe you? Two minutes after that, I saw you and her, again. Did you tell her the same? I'm done with this. I don't need you, and obviously, you don't want me. So goodbye. I can recover. I can erase all the feelings for you, and delete all of the lies you sent me, and mark out all of the lyrics I wrote to you; the only thing I can do nothing about, are the tear stains on my guitar.

Goodbye

2008-02-21T10:34:00.001-06:00

Hate: to dislike intensely or passionately; feel extreme aversion for or extreme hostility

"I hate all this! I hate us now! What happened to us? What happened?" His voice screamed. A tear rolled off my cheek.
"I don't know..." I said slowly and softly. Tears tickled my face as they silently rolled down. I let out a small sob. He walked to me and sighed.
"I didn't want this to happen. I really didn't. I meant to stay in touch, but, hello? I kinda got a tad famous! Sorry if I have been 'neglecting' you, but it's also your fault! You stopped calling just after a few times!" He yelled. I felt my face go hot.
"OK! NOW LISTEN TO ME! I TRIED CALLING YOU, BUT WHAT DID I GET EVERY SINGLE TIME?????? Your voicemail! YOU NEVER ANSWERED!! OR CALLED BACK! OR EVEN TEXTED ME!!!! Some best friend!! So then you decide it's a great idea to come back and TRY to surprise me?? Yeah... bad mistake! You stopped calling because you started dating that stupid, blonde, freak of a girl, Maddi! AND COMPLETELY IGNORED ME!! You don't even know how much this hurts!" I screamed in tears.
"THIS CAN'T POSSIBLY HURT YOU MORE THAN ME, Sara! SO JUST STOP BEING THE BIG DRAMA QUEEN YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN!" he screamed. As soon as he said that, I looked at him in horror and I saw his face soften and his eyes grow wide.
"Oh Sara, no I didn't mean that! No I didn't I swear! Sara," he said softly, just above a whisper. Fresh tears started pouring out of my eyes.
"Save it, Joseph. This was a mistake, us ever meeting. This is one big accident. I hate it now. I hate this. I hate how you're never there for me now. I hate you, Joe."
I stormed out of room, leaving Joseph confused and lonely. I didn't know where I was going, but I was sure getting away from my ex-best friend, Joseph Timothy Andrews. As I thought about what I said to him, memories flooded my mind:
Flashback:
"Hey that's mine!!" I yelled trying to get the toy from the kindergarten bully. He smirked and continued to torture my doll. I started to cry, but my tears stopped when I heard a voice.
"Hey that's hers! Give it back!" He said heroically.
"Why don't you make me?" the bully stuck his tounge out at him.
He bravely poured his cup of water on the kid and grabbed my hand and my doll and we ran away as fast as we could.
"Trisha! You save her! Thanks." I flashed a smile at him. He grinned back.
"No problem! My name's Joe. Wanna be my friend?" He asked. I nodded.
"My name's Sara!" I exclaimed.
"Cool! Let's go play!!" He took my hand and we ran to the playground.
End of Flashback:
As I walked down the street I came across the same playground. Joseph and I went there all the time just to talk and hang if not at the mall. We sometimes took Frankie, his little brother with us, that was, before he had to go on tour for two years. He and his band were discovered not too long ago and everything changed. They left me and went on tour and we couldn't keep in touch. I would come here all the time thinking of him. I remember in six grade; I had the biggest crush on him, but I never said a thing about it. Then I remember in eighth... when he and his band first made up Infinity and played private gigs. Then tenth, when he had to leave me.
Flashback:
"I don't... want you... to go..." I sobbed. He pulled me in a close hug.
"I don't want to go, Sara. But this is a lifetime opprotunity! I have to take it! You understand don't you?" he asked softly in my ear. I nodded and placed my face in the crook of his neck. As I cried he held me tight.
"Joseph! Time to go!" His mom called. I let out a sob as he slightly squeezed me again before letting go. We hugged one last time before he looked in my eyes.
"Goodbye, Sara," he sang softly.
"Goodbye, best friend."
I immediately felt sick for saying those things to Joe. I started running toward my house and burst through the door. But when I entered, all I found was a note.
To Sara:
It looks like you and I are just too different to get along. I can't be around someone who hates me like you do, so goodbye ex-best friend.
~Joseph

On the table next to the note I found his string braclet that I gave him when he was seven. It was our friendship braclet. I silently cried as I held it close to my heart.

"Goodbye Joseph."

Hate: A strong word that can tear people down and destroy lives, yet it's used millions times a day without people realizing what it can do. It hurts, and it kills. Think about what you're saying before you say it. A single word can do more damage to a person than an F5 tornado can.

Just a Dream and Just a Miracle

2008-02-21T08:22:00.002-06:00

This can't be happening to me. It can't. I'm asleep; stuck in a nightmare that I can't get out of. Yet I know I could pinch myself a thousand times and I know it would still be here. The people around me cry and frown, but I am just standing here, not knowing what to do, or believe. The best day of my life, and in one minute, it turns to the worst. I finally feel what all these other people feel: anger. Why did this happen to me? As I run, my dress tears and the beautiful white majesty of it, is ripped into; just like my heart. I run into the streets screaming for him to come back to me, but no one hears and the wind is the only one to reply. I start to cry, as does the heavens for now my hair is soaked with the rain that has started falling. He won't come back to me; he never will. I look into the clouds and search for him, but he's not there. I loved him, and I still do; probably more than ever. He was my college sweetheart since freshman year, and we stuck together through all four years and no doubt I was in love with him. I knew the marriage would've been hard, and I knew it was probably a mistake, but I was sure I loved him. I'm no longer sure of anything. I say a short prayer asking Him for a miracle, but I had no faith. How could one car wreck ruin everything?

I stood to my feet and turned around to see him there, with flowers in his hand. I looked at the heavens as the clouds rolled away showing the sun shining all around us. I looked up at him, and I didn't have to say anything; his beautiful eyes said it all.