Ice Rain ( January Free Choice )

Rain crashes down on the pavement with murderous intent. Everyone rest safely inside their homes, no one is will to go outside and get hurt by it. I venture out into the middle of the street, the rain slams down against my body. It feels like every heavy drop of rain is as solid as an icicle. I have to force myself to stand in this aggressive rain. This is my punishment for losing the family heirloom.

It may have just been an old rusty locket, but that locket was worth more than the 50 cents that bastard sold it for. My great grandma survived the war with that locket. Her blood stain was still on it; it wasn’t cleaned after the war. My grandma took it and survived a car accident. The bloody car didn’t even try to stop it just ran her over and kept going. There’s a rock still embedded into it from then; no one dare remove it for we thought it gave us good luck. I thought it put my grandma in the hospital and that it took her legs away from her. My mom somehow survived a robbery. She was shot in the stomach and doctors said there was no chance she would make it. The locket changed its colour that day to rose red. Over time it hardened and became a nasty colour of black. But, still we believed it brought good luck.

Now I lost it the one thing that kept my family together was this locket and I trusted a girl who I thought I loved with it. What does she do with it? She sells the locket to some “thugs” and says they were looking at me like they were gonna hurt me. So, tell me how? How does someone who looks like they’ll hurt you give you money for something instead of just threatening you and getting it for free.

A blue car approaches me I can only hear it. It comes closer and I can now see its headlights through this intense rain. It’s too late to move. I’m stuck in the middle of the road with a car about to hit me. The car sends sprawling onto the sidewalk. The car window breaks and something flies into my stomach puncturing it. I can’t move I think I may have broken a rib or two, I know my legs are useless at this point, and my right arm is a goner.

I see my blood running away from my stomach into the middle of the road surrounding  a small object. I’m blind I think it looks like that damned locket. I know I’m dead at this point. The blood is dense and even this bizarre rain storm can’t get rid of it quick enough.

Reaching with the only limb that works, i go for the locket. I manage to grasp it with my remaining strength. I see the locket. I see its blood. I see the rock. The rain begins to chip away at it. The blood no longer remains on the locket and the rock quickly flies away. The locket is the shape of a heart. Could i live from this accident somehow? Could it bring me good luck? I close my eyes and smile. I’m going to be okay. I lose all the strength in my arm and in my body and let my body relax.

The heart stays in my hand as I’m pelted by this never ending rain.

I blackout.

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E.B.F Expelling Best Friend ( January short story)

Would I have got expelled from elementary, because of this incident if I got caught? Probably. Was it worth it? For me, yes. For my friend, Jared, no. For me I got a story, a nice one as well, for him, well, he got expelled.

Flashback to when I was in grade 5, ten years of age and incredibly rowdy. It was a burning hot day when we did what we did. Most people hid in the shade of the school, while others played on either the open field or the playground. I was one of those people who played in the sun on the field. With my best friend, at the time, Jared, we threw the football back and forth. When the bell rang to call student into the school, Jared threw me the football towards me. I caught it and began to run towards him; doing a spin move to get passed him. As soon as I faced him, I saw that he pulled out a pellet gun out of his blue jeans. he shot a pellet at me; I’m so glad he had terrible aim.

We entered the school and finished our morning classes. After our classes, we met up outside with a bunch of juice boxes and cans. Making sure no one could see us shoot a pellet gun we ducked out into the alley near by. We set up the cans and juices boxes on the ground and on an a fence ledge. My accuracy was way better than Jared’s. He would knock down 7 out of 10 targets and I would hit 9 out of 10 targets. After going through a couple of rounds of practice, the bell rang to call everyone in for afternoon classes. We left our shooting grounds and headed back towards the school. On the way back I bragged about how I was so much better than Jared, even though I barely beat him in target practice. We entered the school and the hallways were empty.

Not a person in sight, except for the principal. Nobody liked her; we hated her. To us she was the meanest and most annoying person in the world. So, after hearing Jared deny that I was better than him, an idea popped up in my mind. I told him that if he could hit her from here, I would admit that he was way better than me at shooting. He took up my offer by nodding his head and simultaneously pulling out the pellet gun. Confidently he took aim and fired the gun. The pellet that flew from the gun landed with impact on the principal’s lower back. Immediately she turned around and screamed at us telling us to come towards where she was. Naturally two rowdy kids like us were used to trouble and knew what to do. Run as far as we could, as fast as we could. When we finally stopped in a safe place out of trouble, we made a promise not to rat each other out if one of us got caught. Luckily, I wasn’t very popular. So, when people snitched on us they didn’t know my name, but they knew Jared’s. They would probably say that it was Jared and some brown kid that did it. A lot of people told on us, because if they didn’t they were assumed to have done it. At the end Jared got called down to the office and got expelled. Thankfully, he kept his promise to me or else I would have got expelled as well.

He got expelled, while I got a story.

 

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Weak… (December Free Choice)

My whole life I’ve felt like a garden.

I feel amazing at times thriving and growing off kindness shown to me. Those are my spring days, the days I feel alive.

In my winter days, I’m dead. I hide away into my seed and hope to make it another day. I pray that the people influencing my garden pour kind, warm water into it rather than shovel cold, painful ice. I can never see the people who enter my garden. These large stones act like a brick wall blocking me from knowing my future. They are the only barrier I have from the outside world. This brick wall meant to protect me only hinders my growth and destroys me.

I’m unable to spread my leaves and shine with the beauty of the sun when the only energy I get is that of other people. Don’t get me wrong I love when people rain love upon me. But, sadly that never happens anymore.

People throw trash at me. This trash always stays trapped in my confined space. It’s a negative comment, a hurtful self image shown from someone else’s eyes, or a physical bruise. Never does something good stay. I use up all the positivity to overgrow the trash, but after I use it all the trash begins to take over again. I have no say in what other people do to me. I cannot stop them from throwing trash and I cannot make them rain in love. I’ll have to take the love when given and grow or I’ll have to take the trash and shrink. These circumstantial constraints have caused other people and myself to become unable to get to see my true self.

I could’ve been a beautiful rose down by a flower shop, where my outside influences only have love to give me. I could have been a magnificent lavender flower that when smelt I express all the beauty of freedom. But, sadly I’m not. Unlike the rose bathed in love, I’m covered in eternal hate. Unlike the lavender who experiences the beauty of freedom, I’m restricted by these boundaries people have forced me to be confined in. People influencing my garden have set limits to my growth and no matter what I do I cannot destroy these boundaries. Each brick that lays in front of me, reveals another constraint placed on me. Whether it be a physical or emotional constraint, I cannot change it.

For me being a weak spineless flower going up against a brick wall of restrictions, its impossible for me to win. No matter how hard I try I wouldn’t be able to move even a single brick. I am weak whenever a brick appears. It started off with one unmovable brick and slowly it grew into a brick wall as more and more people began to influence my garden. At this point I cannot even see the true horizon something that is always there.

My horizon has become the height of this brick wall.

I am forever affected by the shackles placed on me and I cannot do anything about it.

 

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