author - "Tianna"
This is my greatest fear. In fifth grade (last year) I was asked what I was most afraid of. I had to think very hard, and this is what I came up with. I know this would NEVER happen, but fears aren't always realistic.
It's an informational book about a made up creature. Weird, right? Read it! (This story is pretty short, just a heads up for you)
What would you do if you could fly? I was just pondering how I would feel if I could take flight into the beautiful blue sky. Here is a fantastic dream of mine.
"Sami! Sam, don't do it! Sami, please!" I have never resented the distance separating us more than in this moment as I try to reach her through the webcam. "SAMI, COME BACK HERE NOW," I shriek, crying hysterically.
When the black-haired girl walks out of her bathroom and back into my sight, her look says it all; I know instantly it happened again. It's never hurt quite this much, though. This time, there's the heart-wrenching pain of knowing that I was right here, unable to do anything. And she did it on purpose. She knew it would hurt me.
She looks at me, expressionless. "I'm sorry," Sam whispers, closing the laptop as the tears stream down my face.
The words echo through my mind relentlessly.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Warning: poems are a bit dark. (Maybe that's an understatement.)
The last poem, however, is just fun and imaginative--about childhood dreams and wishes.
Have you ever had a childhood friend you still wonder about? I do, and there's no way I can ever see my former best friend again, and there's no way I can send this letter since I don't know her family's address or if they even still live in the same place. I just started crying, thinking about this, so I decided to write down the few memories I have.
This is my greatest fear. In fifth grade (last year) I was asked what I was most afraid of. I had to think very hard, and this is what I came up with. I know this would NEVER happen, but fears aren't always realistic.
It's an informational book about a made up creature. Weird, right? Read it! (This story is pretty short, just a heads up for you)
What would you do if you could fly? I was just pondering how I would feel if I could take flight into the beautiful blue sky. Here is a fantastic dream of mine.
"Sami! Sam, don't do it! Sami, please!" I have never resented the distance separating us more than in this moment as I try to reach her through the webcam. "SAMI, COME BACK HERE NOW," I shriek, crying hysterically.
When the black-haired girl walks out of her bathroom and back into my sight, her look says it all; I know instantly it happened again. It's never hurt quite this much, though. This time, there's the heart-wrenching pain of knowing that I was right here, unable to do anything. And she did it on purpose. She knew it would hurt me.
She looks at me, expressionless. "I'm sorry," Sam whispers, closing the laptop as the tears stream down my face.
The words echo through my mind relentlessly.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Warning: poems are a bit dark. (Maybe that's an understatement.)
The last poem, however, is just fun and imaginative--about childhood dreams and wishes.
Have you ever had a childhood friend you still wonder about? I do, and there's no way I can ever see my former best friend again, and there's no way I can send this letter since I don't know her family's address or if they even still live in the same place. I just started crying, thinking about this, so I decided to write down the few memories I have.