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Post by Tina Rene Parker on Jun 21, 2007 17:56:38 GMT -5
Tina looked around as she rubbed her tired eyes. She had moved to this school recently, and she just liked taking a look around the school grounds. She really hoped nobody really knew who she was. As she walked on she noticed a rose garden. The sight of all the beautiful roses gave Tina a slight smile, but still a sick sad feeling in her stomach. She loved roses so much. They were so bright, and loving, and they could easily cheer anyone up. She remembered the time before those silly Stand-stills when on mothers day she would go out for some Roses, and bring home the whole garden of flowers just for her mom. And how her mom would pick her up, and hug her telling her it was the greatest gift that she had ever gotten.
Tina Plucked a rose from the ground still smiling, but you could see the water forming in her eyes. A lump formed in her throat as she walked to go take a seat at a park bench. She let her tears slide down her Pale cheeks. She twisted the Rose stem in her Hands. She cried some more as she wished she could actually laugh with her mom again, but now she was so busy being careful, and listening to all the whispers, seeing all the old faces, trying to face the world she lost. Oh how she missed the old days. the days where being sad wasn't a problem. Where laughing, and running around crazily was the thing she did. Where people never whispered. Oh she wished she could go back to the world she use to know.
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Post by Giselle Honeycutt on Jun 23, 2007 9:20:22 GMT -5
Giselle felt like being alone today. She was sick of the drama in her life. She was sick of her father. He had written her a letter to say that he wasn't going to be able to make it up to the school for the next break they had. He told her that work was just piling up and that although he felt bad about not being able to come he really didn't have a choice. Giselle had just rolled her eyes and crumpled up the paper, throwing in the nearest trashbin. She didn't want to listen to his lies. She was becoming less and less fond of her father and that made her just a little sad. She had been a Daddy's girl when she was younger and it made her sick to see what had become of the two of them, although it affected her little sister more. Her sister would still cry for the family that they lost and Giselle, thank God, had finally gotten past that stage. The place in her heart that used to ache for what they had had was now cut off and numb.
She made her way out into the rose garden. She loved it out there. It was so peaceful, the only noise was the hum of bumble bees making their way through the flowers, drinking what they needed and the rustle of the breeze through the greenery.
She made her way to a small bench that faced a particularly pretty grouping of rose bushes, the colors mixing together in an array of pinks and yellows. Giselle stretched out on the bench, her head resting on her arms and her feet hanging over the other side. She closed her eyes and inhaled the sweet scent of the flowers.
Just as she was starting to drift off into an afternoon nap a small noise carried on the breeze to her. It sounded like someone was crying. Frowning, Giselle got up and looked over towards the noise. On the other side of yet another set of roses was a younger girl. Giselle wasn't sure if the girl could see her but she decided to go investigate. If she was being picked on the Giselle wanted to know who had hurt her.
She walked over to stand next to the girl's bench. She leaned down a little because the girl was so short on the bench. "Are you okay?"
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Post by Tina Rene Parker on Jun 23, 2007 11:45:46 GMT -5
Tina twisted the Rose with her fingers as she thought more deeply about how things were different. How she had to lie to everyone, and become a whole different person than the person she use to be. She always wished she could go back, but there was no possible way for that to happen.
Tina could hear that something was present. She looked from the corner of her eye to see someone. She quickly whipped the tears from her face, and forced a smile. No matter how sick she felt by pretending that she was fine. Her smile looked so pitiful you know that she really was crying, and that she really wasn't fine. But as the girl spoke she sighed, and leaned back. She couldn't tell her. It was her secret, and she didn't trust it. But what could she do with this secret? She didn't know her, nor did she know her past. What could she do? Tina looked up into the girl's eyes, and just stared blankly. She wasn't sure if it really was safe to just tell her everything, but when your sad you usually just want every one to know what you've been through. But if she told her could she understand? People don't notice the way others react. How they won't become friends with you because they act as if there was something wrong with you, or you were some kind of special kid. And when they did talk to you they were extremely nice, but never became friends. Probably because being friends with someone who may die is pretty scary.
Tina then frowned. What would she say. The rose she was holding in her fingers now laid on her lap, as she played with her fingers. "God," She whispered, but in a soft way not in an angry way, more of a starting of a sentence, "I've been tortured so many times. People won't talk to me. I'm like some weirdo now, and i don't understand why." She never explained it completely, and she never looked back up to her as she just tried to think of a way to explain it.
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