SparklingCrystal7554

     Julia stood in her kitchen, with her hands on her hips. She frowned, her eyes darting across the various cupboards and drawers, filled with typical food ingredients. The soft morning light was matched the pale yellow walls. Even though it was several hours before noon, far earlier than her normal waking period, Julia had pressured me into getting out of bed to eat. Of course, instead of the normal 'Get out of bed I'm hungry', sort of tactic, Julia basically forced me out of my warmth under a set of blankets. It wasn't often that I stayed at her house over the night, but I enjoyed it when I did. She spent the time

"Yo, Julia!" I faintly heard a voice travelling through my house. Something crashed about on the main floor, and the footsteps were louder than ever.     I groaned, and rolled over. The blankets on my bed tangled around my waist, and wouldn't allow me to roll any farther than halfway. My feet were stuck peeking out from the sheets, and my shoulders were straining to fall onto the mattress. The shirt I was wearing had twisted around so that I could see the design on the back with slited eyes.      The thing that had barged unexpectedly into my house crashed through my bedroom door. The door swung open with speed

December 26th, I awoke numb. I no longer shivered. I had lost all feeling in my toes, nose, fingers, and all my limbs ages ago, but I still had emotion. The anger that I had thought I got rid of had still coursed through me. All that was on my mind after I couldn't feel the cold seeping towards my bones was that anger. Dad was there a lot. He was never there physically, but he crossed my thoughts often. Once I lost the anger, and the willing to go on, I just lay there.    I moved from park to park every few hours. I was near the government buildings, now, several agonizing hours' walk to get back home.  The park there was just as deserted

December 24th.    The day before Christmas. Snow fell from the clouds, sprinkling like icing sugar. Flakes landed in my bangs. I watched them tumble down, where they would land on my nose, or flutter away. The weather was considered perfect Christmas weather. There was no breeze, but there was also no sun. It wasn't chilly, but it was still cold. The cold was stealing my warmth. I kept my hands stuffed in my pockets, wrapping my fingers together. I could feel them turning purple, as my nose had hours ago. My toes were soon to follow suit. I had pulled my favourite purple toque over my head.  In the rush of running out of the door, I hadn't

May 5th,   Pale sunlight danced across my eyes. The wind blew branches of the willow tree outside of my bedroom window, causing shadows to be thrown around, temporarily leaving me in darkness. My heavy, winter blanket was falling off my bed, only half draped on top of me. I could hear birds chirping outside, and a slight breeze blowing across my face. I realized that I must have left my window open the night before, trying to let some air movement inside our thousand-degree temperature house. I lay in bed for a few minutes, letting myself fully wake before stumbling out of bed.   I tried to enjoy sleeping in, since it was Saturday, but I

May 11th,    Quietly, I assumed position and aimed. My target was his forehead, a quick an easy shot. He was asleep, with no sudden movements other than the odd adjustment of his blankets; a motion done in unconsciousness. I found the best spot to be in, a clear target to his head. I was careful not to make the floor squeak or to move to fast and wake him up. That wouldn't be good. I stood next to a large window overlooking a dead quiet street, and aimed.     Then I pulled the trigger, and the bullet lodged in his forehead. Well, a Nerf-bullet attached itself to Sam's bed-head hair. The suddenly unexpected object in

November 27th,  "I'll have a classic chocolate milkshake please." I told the woman behind the counter. She adjusted her red-and-white striped hat before writing down my order. Samuel nudged me. "Oh, and can I have an extra straw?"  "Yes, ma'am. That'll be six-dollars and ninety-seven cents." She told us. Sam handed her a handful of change, which she dropped in the cash register.  "I like these milkshakes." I said, waiting in anticipation. Our hockey team stood behind us in line, waiting for our post-hockey-game milkshakes here at the Coffee Den.  "I know you do. That's why all the employees know you by name." Samuel smiled, taking