Trip to Japan

“I can’t wait for this weekend! It’s gonna be so amazingly awesome.”   
“Yea.” “Can you believe it? Japan!” 
“Yea.” Her questions keep coming and all I could bring myself to say was yea.  They questions didn’t stop till me crossed the parking lot, bought tickets, and entered the movie. As the lights dimmed her question faded. Thank goodness.

“Dude, I hate that the bad guy always loses.” 
“What do you mean, Savannah? The bad guys lose on ‘cause they’re the bad guy.” She said with an playful tone. 
“Yea, but, you don’t know why they are the way they are. Maybe their mum made them that way. Or.. I don’t know. But it would be nice for them to win for a change.” 
“Whatever. Let’s go.” She pulled me by the arm and we left.

How am I going to tell her she’s not going? God!
“How was the movie, Savannah?” My mum asked.

 “I didn’t tell her mum. I feel horrible.”

“Well, Savannah, you’re gonna have to do it. You can’t take her and Jasmine. It’s impossible.”

“I know. I wish I could.”

“Get the phone, Mija.”

“Ok.” After answering it and talking to Tori I decide it’s time to tell her that she’s not going. “Mum , I’m going to webcam with Tori.”

“Ok, you better tell her! No more hiding.” She said with a smile.

“Hey. Tori. I-“ Before I could tell her she cut me off. 
 “I’m so excited to go to Japan. Look I bought up both really awesome Japanese bags!” Then she lifted up two of the most gorgeous bags ever. And it just slipped out. 
Well rather, ran out. “You’re not going, Tori. I’m sorry.” Then I shut the session and sat there in silence. What did I do. Dang.

“Savannah! Hey! Wait up!”
Oh, my, gosh.  “Hey, Tori. Umm, what’s up? Listen I’m sorry.”

 “It’s OK. I understand. You can’t take me and Jasmine.”

“How did you know I was taking Jasmine?”

“Well, she told me. Actually I knew for a while. I just wanted to see how long it would take you to tell me.” She said with the worlds hugest smile. “I’m seriously OK with it. We haven’t seen her in over 3 years. I understand why you would take her. I just feel sorry for her.”

“Why?”

                “Because she will be in one of the most advanced, amazing places in the world” She said with her hands lifted in the air and bliss on her face, as she continued, “and have to see your ugly face everyday.” She finished with a little shrug.

                We both laughed and walked to class. “You’re such a jerk, Tori!”

                                               

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What Is An Everyday Hero?

Who is a hero?
Definition is tough,
Even unrealistic,
Everyone tries, still.

A hero may be present,
Unknown, but present,
To be a hero is trying.
Expects nothing in return, but gives always.

Non-judgemental,
Honest,
Caring and compationate,
Someone who is always there,

For any one.

My have been inspiring in secrecy,
Hiding.
Acting as one is unnecessary, and a joke.

A hero,
May have come and gone,
But is remembered.

Meaningfull Song Lyric

Song: Breathe- Ryan Star

she's fine, most of the time
she takes her days with a smile
she moves like a dancer in lights
spinning around to the sound
sometimes she falls down 

breathe, just breathe
take the world off your shoulders
and put it on me
breathe, just breathe
let the life that you live
be all that you need 

she likes New York at night
she dreams of running away
shine on, bright like the sun
when even the sky turns gray
i need you to hear me say
i need you to hear me say

breathe, just breathe
take the world off your shoulders
and put it on me
breathe, just breathe
let the life that you live
be all that you need 

let go of the fear
let go of the doubt
let go of the ones
who to try to put you down
you're gonna be fine
don't hold it inside
if you hurt right now
then let it all come out

breathe, just breathe
take the world off your shoulders
and put it on me
breathe, just breathe
let the life that you live
be all that you need 

breathe, just breathe
take the world off your shoulders
and put it on me
breathe, just breathe
let the life that you can
be all that you need

Expressive Writing.

“The half draw curtain moved!” He said. Just as that sentence finished my mind began racing. What was he talking about? Nobody lives there. Nobody…. Would if they did? They’re going to leave us out here? She’ll find- NO! Yes, she will. She’s smart, and that house is dead. No, there’s people! They’re just…just..just scared. Do they think we are dangerous?  Could they smell the horrible sewage stench? Your onion perfume from your lack of showering? My awful tang of sweat and blood? The mascara smeared all over my face, no longer flattering my eyes. Could this add to their uncertainty? The mixture of mascara, eyeliner, and eye shadow now consumed my already horrible face. Glossy black splotches. Fudge! My cloths. I wouldn’t open the door for us either, lie, l would. Maybe. Maybe. Yes. Aww, man, my favorite shirt! A bright yellow now turned a dingy green. Great. Now I have a V-Neck too, how cliché. You can easily see the scars now. Thomas was worse. He looks disgusting. Blood everywhere. Man, I owe him my life. I wish they would let us in. Gosh! Just let him in, please. What’s the use? Don’t say that. Why? Where’s Thomas?

He’s still bleeding? So I fallow the blood, ok, where is this going? Eww, smoke. Tata? Stupid thought. It’s Thomas?  The building is in horrible condition. The walls burnt like my mums fries.  Where’s Thomas? “Thomas!” Why won’t he answer. The blood, Savannah, fallow the blood!

“Thom-“ What the hey? How did she get her? Who cares, more importantly why is she here? I miss my mum. What are they doing? Let him go! No, he didn’t do anything! It’s my fault! Dude, say it out loud. I can’t.

My mind isn’t connecting with my body. Every thing’s all wrong! If I didn’t go out, say those things, do those things we wouldn’t be here. Thomas would be in English, learning as he should be. No, he’s here. I’m so stupid sometime. I swear. “You gave my life direction, a game show love connect-“  SHUT UP, SAVANNAH! This isn’t a singing time. Ok that’s too long. I have to help! I have to!

Oh my god. What did I do?

“Savannah, why did you do that?” His question’s on repeat. So is my answer. “She hurt us.” She hurt us. She hurt him. She hurt me. SHE HURT US! I don’t regret it. C’mon, you know you do. No, no, I don’t. I wish she didn’t hurt us. She took my childhood! You let her. Why did you leave? Then expect nothing to happen when you called Thomas? Really? Really. I didn’t expect this. Him to come. He hates me. Hates you? You know that’s not true. I know.

                The smoke from the building is starting to become nothing. The smoke doesn’t choke my lungs anymore. Thomas does. “We should go.” The only words left to be said. But neither of us say it. You know this isn’t your fault, right? But it is! It really is. I should have stayed where I was. It was best for all of us. I wish this didn’t happen. I wish I could just disappear. Then do it. You’ve been gone this whole time. Go. You can’t go with her though, she’s no longer capable of anything, thanks to you. Fine. I’ll start out there on my own. My own boss.

Fine! The blue bag! Grab the bag. There’s money, cloths. Just to get us started, right? Sure. You can say that. The heavy breathing stopped. Thomas? Did he leave? He’s done, Savannah. Done. No. He can come too. Why won’t he move? Why won’t he look at me? Thomas? Wipe your eyes! It’s done!  

He hates you. Start over.