Friday, December 31, 2010
Foresight
"But-but how can that be?" Allison stuttered. "I thought they lived in this neighborhood!" Mrs. Haversand sighed. "They do-did, I mean. Until they went on vacation to California."
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Foresight
It was the face of the boy in her dream.
But that's not possible, right? It must be a freaky coincidence. Either that or she wasn't remembering her dream correctly. Maybe her mother would have an idea.
Stumbling down the stairs, Allison checked her watch. Noon? How on Earth had she slept so late? "Mom?" Her mother's face appeared around the corner. "Oh good, you're up. I was afraid I'd have to break out the old guitar and sing to you to wake you up. Hey, listen. Winnie is over at Kathy's, and I need you to go pick her and Kathy up and bring them back here. Kathy is spending the night so after you all get back, please start some laundry and clean your room." "But, mom-" But Mrs. Pickins had already disappeared into the kitchen, undoubtedly to mop the floor again, or something like that.
Allison hopped into her car, backed out of the driveway, drove down the cul-de-sac, around the corner, into another cul-de-sac, and pulled into Kathy's driveway. She rang the doorbell and Mrs. Haversand opened the door, crying. "What's wrong?" asked Allison, totally creeped out. "My nephew was just killed in a boating accident." Allison gaped. "Matt? Matt is your nephew?" "Yes," said Mrs. Haversand. "My sister's son."
But that's not possible, right? It must be a freaky coincidence. Either that or she wasn't remembering her dream correctly. Maybe her mother would have an idea.
Stumbling down the stairs, Allison checked her watch. Noon? How on Earth had she slept so late? "Mom?" Her mother's face appeared around the corner. "Oh good, you're up. I was afraid I'd have to break out the old guitar and sing to you to wake you up. Hey, listen. Winnie is over at Kathy's, and I need you to go pick her and Kathy up and bring them back here. Kathy is spending the night so after you all get back, please start some laundry and clean your room." "But, mom-" But Mrs. Pickins had already disappeared into the kitchen, undoubtedly to mop the floor again, or something like that.
Allison hopped into her car, backed out of the driveway, drove down the cul-de-sac, around the corner, into another cul-de-sac, and pulled into Kathy's driveway. She rang the doorbell and Mrs. Haversand opened the door, crying. "What's wrong?" asked Allison, totally creeped out. "My nephew was just killed in a boating accident." Allison gaped. "Matt? Matt is your nephew?" "Yes," said Mrs. Haversand. "My sister's son."
Monday, December 20, 2010
Foresight
"Hi. I'm Matt. Nice to meet you."
"I'm Allison. I've heard a lot about you."
Turning to her friend Bertie, Allison said, "He's pretty nice. You hang out with him a lot?" Bertie grimaced. "Yep, sadly." From behind them, a protesting "Hey!" was heard. Bertie laughed. "Come on, the play's about to start." And they took their seats, in front of Matt and his family.
Waking up, Allison shook her head. What a weird dream, and she didn't even know a guy named Matt. Wiping the sleep out of her eyes, she reached over to her bedside table and grabbed her television remote. Pressing the power button, she mulled the dream over in her head. She was at a play with Bertie and her mom, and Bertie had introduced her to a guy. Named Matt. But she didn't know anyone named Matt.
The TV brought her back from dreamland. Katie Couric was saying, "And now, a tragedy off the coast of California. A family of five was enjoying a vacation and getting ready to celebrate Christmas, when their preparations were cut short. While swimming, their thirteen-year-old son Matt was killed when a motorboat drove too close, knocked him in the head, and he drowned." Stunned, Allison shot upright in bed. Matt? The name- it had to be a coincidence, right? "Here's a picture of the victim." The screen flashed from Couric's face to a photo of a young teenage boy. It was the face of the boy in her dream.
"I'm Allison. I've heard a lot about you."
Turning to her friend Bertie, Allison said, "He's pretty nice. You hang out with him a lot?" Bertie grimaced. "Yep, sadly." From behind them, a protesting "Hey!" was heard. Bertie laughed. "Come on, the play's about to start." And they took their seats, in front of Matt and his family.
Waking up, Allison shook her head. What a weird dream, and she didn't even know a guy named Matt. Wiping the sleep out of her eyes, she reached over to her bedside table and grabbed her television remote. Pressing the power button, she mulled the dream over in her head. She was at a play with Bertie and her mom, and Bertie had introduced her to a guy. Named Matt. But she didn't know anyone named Matt.
The TV brought her back from dreamland. Katie Couric was saying, "And now, a tragedy off the coast of California. A family of five was enjoying a vacation and getting ready to celebrate Christmas, when their preparations were cut short. While swimming, their thirteen-year-old son Matt was killed when a motorboat drove too close, knocked him in the head, and he drowned." Stunned, Allison shot upright in bed. Matt? The name- it had to be a coincidence, right? "Here's a picture of the victim." The screen flashed from Couric's face to a photo of a young teenage boy. It was the face of the boy in her dream.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Depression
What's wrong with me?
Why can't I get out of this funk?
I was happy just a second ago-
Now I sit and sigh.
It's not just angst, it's a lot more than that.
I'm not tired, lonely, or morbid.
I'm just
depressed.
That's me.
Right now.
Why can't I get out of this funk?
I was happy just a second ago-
Now I sit and sigh.
It's not just angst, it's a lot more than that.
I'm not tired, lonely, or morbid.
I'm just
depressed.
That's me.
Right now.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Mrs. McReilly
I strive to make her happy,
hate it when I can't.
She's nice to everyone,
keeps everyone sane.
I love it when she smiles,
it lights up the room,
banishes any gloom,
and instantly,
you
feel
better.
Who is this,
this amazing,
talented,
role model of mine?
Mrs. McReilly,
my teacher who sings.
hate it when I can't.
She's nice to everyone,
keeps everyone sane.
I love it when she smiles,
it lights up the room,
banishes any gloom,
and instantly,
you
feel
better.
Who is this,
this amazing,
talented,
role model of mine?
Mrs. McReilly,
my teacher who sings.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Missing from Cyberspace
Hey everyone!-
Sorry i haven't blogged in a while. I've been kinda depressed lately, and I've been reading, knitting, and contemplating the meaning of life for about a month. I either have writer's block or the creative juices have stopped flowing permanently. I haven't written anything since my last post, which was vanfullofnuns. So..... While I drink magic elixers and potions one after another, trying to be able to write again, how about I suggest some books that y'all can amuse yourselves with in the meantime?
1. The Diary of a Young Girl, by Anne Frank
2. The Harry Potter series, by J. K. Rowling
3. The Percy Jackson series, by Rick Riordan
4. The Runaway Jury, by John Grisham
and 5. Kid Lawyer, by John Grisham
Sorry i haven't blogged in a while. I've been kinda depressed lately, and I've been reading, knitting, and contemplating the meaning of life for about a month. I either have writer's block or the creative juices have stopped flowing permanently. I haven't written anything since my last post, which was vanfullofnuns. So..... While I drink magic elixers and potions one after another, trying to be able to write again, how about I suggest some books that y'all can amuse yourselves with in the meantime?
1. The Diary of a Young Girl, by Anne Frank
2. The Harry Potter series, by J. K. Rowling
3. The Percy Jackson series, by Rick Riordan
4. The Runaway Jury, by John Grisham
and 5. Kid Lawyer, by John Grisham
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