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Though I may be a Freshman, and I only have three years left in my schooling days before I go off to college for even more knowledge so I can work for the rest of my life, I feel like school will never end. Like graduation is unreachable, and endlessly moving away. Kinda like those racing dogs, chasing the toy around and around, but never actually catching it. The day where I will step up onto the stage and turn my tassel to the opposing side of my cap in unison with the rest of my class, feels an eternity away. The more I think about it, the more I see about how quickly this year went by. It seems like just a few days ago, I was running around and competing in Frosh Fest, a competition for incoming Wamogo Freshmen. But now, it's already April. I'm shocked at how fast it went by. But, if you think ahead, it all kinda slows down, and feels like it's dragging. It's going to take forever. Far, far away.
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The car turns to the left and you crawl forward, edging down Downs Road. You're travelling through Hamden to visit someone, but you've become lost, and your GPS has become a broken record, repeating the word "recalculating" over and over. A young girl suddenly stepped out into the street and stuck her thumb up, indicating she needed a ride. As your car neared her, she walked farther out into the street, directly in front of you. The driver, your friend, slams the brakes, and you scream as the car doesn't stop in time. You've hit the girl. When you open your eyes again, she is standing, still with her thumb up, behind the car. You seem to have gone straight through her. Welcome to Downs Road, Hamden, Connecticut. Yes, it is a haunted road. Some eyewitness reports claim that this "Hitchhiker Girl" appears often, but other things have been known to appear to; such as men with weapons, dead women, and terrifying animals. A man and his wife were travelling down this road, and they reportedly saw an odd animal, one that appeared hairless and hunched over, ran across the street. Police said that it might have been a Sphinx cat, but the couple rebutted with the animal's size being larger than a dog. Also, people have heard screams while driving down that street, despite there being no houses on it. Would you dare to go down Downs Road? Dare to cross a demon? See a ghost girl hitchhiker? For more information on Downs Road, or other haunted places in Connecticut, see the following buttons; Image courtesy of ctparanormalsearchers.weebly.com
Do all roads lead to Rome? Maybe. Does every rose have its thorn? Maybe. I personally believe that life itself even curves and thorns, and even roads. It's crazy, really. You know something bad is about to happen when you feel like nothing bad could happen. Sometimes people say life is like a roller coaster. If life is a roller coaster, aren't the downs supposed to be more fun than the ups?
In this day and age, being different is O.K., and you can stand up and announce yourself with no fear. And yet, shadows are cast. You can call out for everyone to hear. And yet, we fear the past. You can tell those who you are close with, those who are near. And yet, we break down the mast. One may become offended and back up, and rear. And yet, we run away fast. So tell, tell me now, why do we always put on a mask?
April break may only be a week plus a weekend, but a lot can happen in nine days. I did some basic things, like hang out with my family and try to get my grades up, but I also did a few things I thought I'd never ever achieve. I feel like I should talk about it, but I also feel like it's just a little too private to put out there. So, you can just read about everything besides that thing that happened on Saturday, April 23rd. I did the usual. I went to softball and assisted my dad with coaching, I read and wrote a lot, I texted my friends, and hung out with family. I also went to my Grandmother's house and helped her out with cleaning. Overall, not including Saturday, my April break was rather boring.
You get home, step into your room, drop your bag, and fall onto your bed. "Finally, it's over. No more homework, no more getting up early, just hour after hour of time to waste." School's out for summer, and you couldn't feel more refreshed. Just endless nights and time with friends. To me, summer is the only time of year you can actually live. It's almost relieving to get home on the last day of school and sit down, having no idea what to do next.
Here I am
Here am I Stand so small But reach so high Conceal it all I cannot fall Bitter- sweet Until we meet Always alone But continues on; known Conceal it all I will not fall Open the book Read it's pages Observe and judge The many faces Conceal it all I feel I may fall Loud words Quiet gestures Gentle herds Brutal pastures The world may be stalling And I know that I am falling I ran my hands through my hair, putting my head down, and letting out a groan. "I'm so stressed, I can't even sit still." I mumbled. "Well, maybe if you weren't so distracted and a daydreamer you wouldn't have so much stress!" I grumbled to myself. "And now... I am officially crazy. I'm talking to myself in a full blown conversation." I put my head down on the table. "Are you okay?" I looked up.. "Huh?" The little girl looked up at me. "Are you okay?" I sat up. "Uh... yeah." She sat next to me. "No, you're not. My name is Jacy and I'm 6 and I can tell you are having a bad mood." I looked down at her, surprised. "Uh, Jacy, where is your mother?" Jacy looked at me, her dark brown eyes not even twitching at the mention of her mother. "Where is your's?" She asked, pointing at me. I looked around, my heart dropping to my feet when I saw my mom wasn't in line at the pizza place anymore. "Uh... She was in line for pizza." I said. Jacy looked around. "Does she look like you?" She asked. I nodded. "Yeah, but she's got dark brown hair and brown eyes. She has on blue jeans and a black coat." Oh boy, way to go, Kaylee. Asking a six year old to find your mother for you. Jacy looked around and then pointed. I followed the path of her small arm and saw my mom, standing at the entrance to the bathroom. I sighed in relief. "If you need to calm down, you should try to stop, take a deep breath, and focus on one thing at a time. That way, you won't be so worried. You should also take your time. And, if people tell you bad things about you that aren't truth, you need to ignore them because they aren't good people." I looked at her. Everything she had just said lined up with my self conscious thoughts exactly. "Also, if someone says you are not pretty, you need to turn around and remember that you are beautiful, and that you always have The Father behind you." She put her small hand on my knee, smiled, and got up, walking tall for the mall exit. I stood, a little weirded out. But even to this day, her advice has made me feel better about myself, and I've started ignoring the things people say.
The gavel- er... fist- slams, a loud bang against the hard oak table. "Be quiet!" I flinch, and look up from under my bangs. "S-Sorry Mom." I mumble. She glowered at us, her stare sharp enough to cut and draw blood. Where does my authority stand in this family? What is my role? Well, let's say you have a pack of wolves. My parents are alpha and omega. I'd be one of the older members. My sisters? Mindless children. My role is hard to pinpoint. I have authority over my sisters, but only if that authority is appointed by a parent. In a way, the authority scale say my parents are at 10, I am at 6, and my sisters are at 4. To put things as straight-forward as possible, mom is the "Mother Superior". She is at the very top, and has all the authority. Dad abides by her rules, sometimes inputting his own (or sometimes breaking a few rules). Our house is actually pretty strict. Nothing 'fun' or 'extra-curricular' unless you are COMPLETELY caught up, all homework is done, and you've prepared for the next day. And sometimes no 'fun' or 'extra-curricular' if Mom isn't up to it. Or if Mom is unsure of it. Or if Mom doesn't like someone else who's going to be there. Or if Mom can't get Dad to agree with her (I think you get the point). This role matters in how we all get along. Sometimes I get too authoritative and arguments break out between my sisters, causing me to get in trouble while trying to stop it. Sometimes Mom looses her top. Or Dad doesn't want to help on a decision and says "Go ask your mother" only for mom to reply to your questioning with "Go ask your father". My sisters sometimes scramble up the authority chart, and believe they can do whatever they want. At 9 and 10, this is extremely annoying. For example; I have gone into their bedroom to ask for something, and they've been sitting on their iPods for the past hour or two, and they rudely say "Get out.". No please. No question. Just force. Sometimes, we all need to sit down and take into account who we are, who we are talking to, and how to keep everything under control.
A car? For graduation? Any car? A 2016 black and red Camaro! Get out of your mom's car and run up the driveway to the garage, and the door slowly opens, dramatically revealing the gorgeous car.
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