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Jesse's Girl

That same girl walked past me again and I ran into that tell-tale wall - her eyes were just gorgeous. Bright blue and shining, they were just amazing. I had no idea who she was or where she came from, I just knew I loved her. My phone vibrated - snapping me out of my day dream.
Kyle, guess what? - Jesse
I smiled as I replied 'What?' to Jesse's text. He was one of my best friends, we met in first grade and - well, we've always been good friends. I waited for his reply as that girl went back and forth through my mind's eye - totally tuning out my math teacher.
I've got a GIRLFRIEND!! She's gonna eat lunch with us! - Jesse
I had to hold in an ecstatic cheer on his behalf, 'Dude, that's awesome! Are we gonna sit in the usual spot?
I was so excited for him, I mean - it's a huge step for one of us high school kids okay? It's his first girlfriend. I couldn't help wondering who she was, I mean, as far as I knew he didn't like anyone. . . maybe I already know her? I guess I just have to wait and see.
Yeah - Jesse
Sweet, see ya then, congrats man
I went through the rest of math day dreaming about that girl - and the double-dates she and I could go on with Jesse and his girl. The bell finally rang - I was the first one out of that room. I charged out fo the front doors of the school, to the tree Jesse and I always sat under. The tree came into view and I stopped dead in my tracks.
She was sitting right there.
That girl - with those eyes, the beauty that just radiated from her, the beauty I wanted to hold in my arms. And she was in my spot.
My prayers had been answered.
I took a deep breath and walked up to her confidently. I nodded and threw my backpack at the tree as usual. I sat next to her and opened my mouth and -
"You must be Kyle," she said smiling.
Wait. . . what?
She must have read my expression because she asked, "Jesse's friend? He's told me all about you."
"Really?" I choked out. "I hope it's been good things. . .I don't really know who you are though."
"Right," she said with a laugh. "Jesse's mom and mine have been friends for ages. He moved away when we were little kids. I moved here a week ago, and we just met again lat night - and well, hit it off, just like the old days. I'm Kourtney, Jesse's girlfriend."
Jesse called out from across the courtyard and I looked at him astonished. I couldn't really explain it, but suddenly something changed.
I liked Jesse's girl. I just wanted her to be mine.
Awkward. . .

Fantasy or not?

Hero's Journey in Hook

Ordinary world: Peter Banning is a lawyer. His life is work centered and his family is starting to feel the neglect. Afraid of flying.
Call to Adventure: Invitation to visit Granny Wendy over 10 years
Refusal of the Call: Keeps ignoring Granny Wendy's invatations
Meeting with the Mentor: Goes to London, speaks with Granny Wendy.
Crossing the Threshold: Children kidnapped, Granny Wendy tells him the stories are true and he is taken from the nursery by Tinkerbell.
Tests, Allies, Enemies: When he gets to Neverland he meets Pirates, and the Lost Boys. Tink is given 3 days to make him Peter Pan.
Approach: Finding his happy thought, learning to crow.
Ordeal: His son, Jack, chooses Hook over him.
Reward: He fights Hook "Dark and sinister man, have at thee!" and his son comes back (after Rufio dies).
The Road Back: Flying back to the reall world with his kids, leaving Tubbs in charge.
Resurrection: Waking up in London - he hears the Tinker of the bottles and thinks it's Tink, he tries to fly but can't.
Return with Elixar: He returns with a new found belief, a better husband and father.

Hero: Peter Banning/Pan
Mentor: Granny Wendy, Tinkerbell
Threshold Gaurdian: Rufio, Hook
Herald: Tink, Granny Wendy, Toodles
Shapeshifter: Hook
Shadow: Croc clock
Trickster: Hook, Rufio, Pan

My Hero. . . .

Name: Jesse Travern

Age: 17

Race/Religion/Gender: white/not specified, high standards and morals/male

Parents: not around - unhappy with ______'s life and decisions he's made, uncaring and unsensitive - more concerned with the outer image because it is what other people see - maybe somewhere deep down they've got some regret somewhere but they aren't planning on showing it all that soon.

Style of Dress: fashionable enough to blend in, nothing top of the line (doesn't know any of the designers names or anything like that) usually just dark-wash jeans baggy and a t-shirt

Hometown: unspecified - it may come out eventually, but it will most likely be a fictional place

Marital status/family: living with best friend after he left parents home, likes a girl - can't get up the guts to ask her out

Most embarrassing moment:

Greatest fear: being unwanted - his parents, the ones you're supposed to be able to count on, obviously didn't want him - and he can't stand the idea of losing the people that matter to him

Strongest desires: asking Avi out, finding his purpose, hiding his secrets

Job: concessionist at a theatre

Where he wants to be in five years: living on his own, steady girl-friend and a high paying job, secure and happy

Guiltiest pleasure: motor bikes - going very very very fast on motorbikes

Identifying marks: tall, muscular body that stands out in a crowd - nothing really amazing

Mannerisms/gestures: he is very reserved - doesnt' talk much. He likes to sit alone and listen to music that is loud enough to hear over his motorbike's engine and the wind combined. Loyal friend and a GREAT personality when you get him to show it

What he is like in school: caught senioritus when they stopped allowing nap time. Passes all his classes, quiet enough that no one notices him, except the teachers that appriciate the one student that isn't constantly talking

Favorite sayings: FML!!!

Favorite quotes from songs: listens to mostly screamo so nothing is really intelligable.

Favorite movie quotes: . . . . in development. . .

Most valuable possession: his bike. When he is at work he parks in right in front of the windows so that he can keep his eyes on it at all times.

How he feels about love: it hasn't gone so well for him in the past. It's unconditional and the key out of the mess of a life he has - he just has to find it.

Philosophy on life: I am my own person and no one but myself can change me.

I'm Fine

These chains are heavy, dark, and hard.
They keep me here, tie me down,
I can't escape, there is no key.
I've been hurt, I've been tricked,
Each pain adds another link, another link, another ounce
For me to carry round.
Their mount, hard stone, and unrelenting
Always changing, growing higher -
Soon I'll ride the devils swing.
Change isn't necessary, I don't need to comply.
If I rebel I'll fail, these mounts won't budge,
Restricting calm complacency.
Restricting dreams, restricting life,
Restricting mind and might,
Undeveloped gifts, left unable to please.
Forget what good has been done -
It's not worth the battle -
These chains are TOO heavy TOO dark and TOO strong
They keep me here, tie me down.
Go on, leave me behind -
I'm fine.

Here's the song . . .

I've been talking to different people, and a suprising ammount of you haven't heard the song I did my adaptation on, so here's a link for it :D
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2puH0mjefE
You can look around the other links if you want to watch the video, but I didn't like it :D

Gives You Hell . . . adaptation

"Joanne!" a voice I knew called aloud.
I kept walking, not in the mood for the drama that followed him around - he knew that. What he thought annoying me more would do for him, I didn't know.
"Joanne!" he called again.
I walked a little faster, hoping to reach the safety of the class before I had to stop - a hand grabbed my arm and spun me around. I found myself staring into Ryan's eyes, they were clouded, but smiling - he was hiding something. Disoriented and annoyed, I clenched my fists so one of them wouldn't end up in his face.
"What do you want?" I asked, not bothering to fake my mood.
His smile faltered under my hard glare, "What? No hello?"
"You think you deserve one?"
"Yeah, we're friends aren't we?"
"YOU tell me. I got a pretty strong feeling YOU wanted that to end."
The bell rang and the rest of the people in the halls dissipated to their classes. I would have - but this opportunity was too good to pass up. His gaze was uneasy, the clouds in his eyes were fading, I could almost see whatever he was hiding.
"Joanne, I told you I don't know what you're talking about," he said. "Would you just-"
"I WILL NOT LET IT GO!" I screamed, man it felt good. "I'm not just going to forget this knife you jammed into my back, you- you-"
"WHAT, Joanne? What am I?"
"Traitor! You WERE my friend, didn't that mean ANYTHING to you?" I asked, the rant slid easily from my overflowing brain and right out my mouth. "Anyone of us would have put ourselves out FOR you, ANYONE. I thought I could count on you, just like one of them, to have my back, to be there when I needed to talk."
"You ca-"
"DON'T EVEN," I yelled, a teacher down the hall closed their door, I forced myself to suppress a laugh. "What possessed you to think that we wouldn't ever find out you were going behind our backs? One hour you're holding Trish's hand the next you're trying to kiss Leanne? WE'RE FRIENDS, WE TALK TO EACH OTHER! We were bound to find out sooner or later."
"If you all have so much of and issue with it, where are Trish and Leanne?"
"They believe your 'stupid-boy' act," I muttered.
That had hurt me, badly.
"And you don't?" he asked.
"OBVIOUSLY!!!" I screamed. "I'm not going to fall for it Ryan, I know you MUCH better than that. Trish and Leanne weren't the only ones you cheated, if you remember."
The clouds vanished and his pain stopped waving, I had finally made a hit that counted.
"Jo, I didn't-"
I pulled my headphones out and set them on my head, "Yeah, right, uh-huh, sure. Maybe you'll find and idiot like yourself to listen, I'm done."
I turned up my ipod and walked away, it felt like I was on top of the world.

Fantasy or not?

Blurbs

Gives You Hell - All American Rejects
Our singer has been dumped, hard, by the girl he loves. She betrayed him and he doesn't care anymore. He knows she knows what she's done - he's playing to that guilt. He's taking the opportunity to prove that he is happy without her - her plan to ruin his life failed. He's going to make sure it gives her hell.

All I Want - Steven Curtis Chapman
A little boy who has nothing throws his faith into the only thing he has left: a dream. He writes to Santa, begging for a family, because he has grown up in a orphanage. His last chance finally concluded, he says "Maybe next time I write you, I'll be at home."

Wrinkles - Diamond Rio
A grown man, looking back on his life - remembering a time he had taken a bath as a young boy. When he found his hands wrinkled (from the water), he asked his dad what they were and recieves the answer "Those are wrinkles, they ain't nothing to be scared of." The song goes on from the grown man's perspective, as he gains real wrinkles and learns the true value of old age.

Concrete Angel - Marina Mcbride
This little girl wears the same clothes to school every day. This little girl never had a mother caring enough to pack her a lunch. This little girl is abused at home, and no one knows. She hides the brusies and the pain well, but wishes she was never born to put up with this. Her dreams take her to a place where she can be a concrete angle, hard as a rock during the abuse.

Just To See You Smile - Tim McGraw
There is this boy who loves this girl, and he would do anything for her. All he wants from life is for her to be happy. He can't stand the thought of losing her so when she moves to take a job, he follows. She says she needs time so he backs off. When he returns, his love has found another, and they're in love. His broken heart lies, for her happiness, and tells her he's happy of her.

Movie Quote of the Week

"...carpe......carpe.......carpe diem."

Song With a Story

Gives You Hell* (not too bad, just abundant)
Artist: All American Rejects
Link to Lyrics: http://www.metrolyrics.com/gives-you-hell-all-american-rejects.html
Plot: This guy got dumped, and he is over it - wishes the girl a less than happy life.
Character: Singer and the girl
Conflict: The dumping, and his revenge
Theme: I'm still alive. I don't need you.
Setting: In her head, his studio

6 word memoirs

10. To be or not to be
9. Death experiences are my forte
8. 100% reason to remember the name
7. Sweet dreams are made of this
6. A dream fufilled, my life complete
5. Random for life, never ever bored
4. Laying down, proud of whats done
3. Anything is possible with and extension cord
2. I managed not to destroy anything
1. Weasley is our King, Gryffindor's sing

Here it is again. . .

For ------------
My life I'd give
for your eyes.
Dark brown and warm,
the light that shines.
It warms the day,
the hard worn ground.
They crinkle round
your smile wide:
The pillar that is my guide.
I'm often lost, though,
for I hardly see my beacon bright.
Pulled in tight and worried.
Your forehead creased,
my beating heart:
ceased.
What I'd give to see my way,
to ease your pain
for but a day.

Another attempt at better poetry. . . (and to think I used to hate writing it)

Acceptance

The deepest wish of men

is said

To love and be loved

until you're dead.

Acceptance is the key,

that others will withhold.

The thing we yearn for,

The dream that is never old.

We try our best,

work hard,

slave,

And yet they still find something wrong.

To yell about and harp upon.

The irony is,

that is how I'll die:

Never right in their eye.

Grand Theft AWESOME WRITING!!!

This is probably one of the most touching and well deserved funeral scenes I've ever read in my life, I figure I should share it :D
"Harry placed the elf into the grave, arranged his tiny limbs so that he might have been resting, then climbed out and gazed for the last time upon the little body. He forced himself not to break down as he remembered Dumbledore's funeral, and the rows and rows of golden chairs, and the Minister of Magic in the front row, the recitation of Dumbledore's achievements, the stateliness of the white marble tomb. He felt that Dobby deserved just as grand a funeral, and yet here the elf lay between bushes in a roughly dug hole."
~Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Chapter Twenty-Four: The Wandmaker, pg.480, J.K. Rowling

Better Poetry. . . Maybe?

Memory
Click
The spotlight falls,
Caught in time,
They freeze.
The floating ice,
Glinting, Shining
Sighing. Spinning,
Spirals, wild and fee
landing as one
white blanket, pure.
Click
Her hair is down,
headphones on.
The beat has stopped,
Her heart thumps on,
Taking its place, the notes flow,
The feeling lingers.
Hope, sorrow, delight, pain,
This one struck.
Her face is calm,
True feelings concealed,
We'll never really know
How far away she feels.
The music pushes and pulls
Catching you only to throw you once more:
The ever changing lure.
Click
The words were said
His smile stretches,
His face, the light
Shines through his eyes
That crinkle together -
My own surprise.
His eyes reopen,
Happiness and glee, unspoken.
Click
The memories are gone
Click
They run away from everyone
Click
Which ones would you save?
Click
Which ones stay?
Click
Or do they all get away

Movie Quote of the Week

Okay, this one is one of my personal favorites :D
"MOM!! Without that show I have nothing!!!" "Having nothing builds character!!!!"

Grand Theft Poetry

My Tears
The tears I cry are bitter and warm,
They flow with life but take no form.
The people I know, the things that they've done,
Exploded and meshed into one big mistake.
They beckon me forward,
And I can't escape.

I won't escape -
I can't just leave them behind in the dust,
Broken and crying for help.
I'd never forget their terrified faces,
Tear stained and red as they pick up the pieces.
Their stories would haunt me for years on end,
I'd be too selfish to just push a head.

I couldn't just leave because one things for certain,
Those pieces they're saving will all come together,
To create a much more personal picture.
Whether they know it or not, its their fault.
They're the reason I'm here, with everything I've got.
If I could give five reasons for my heart to keep thumping,
They'd be there.

Every tear that falls, cascading down,
Is filled with their stories, the ones I can't change.
Their pasts have happened,
They're set in stone.

The glimmer of hope for this depressing tale?
Their futures could be something still.
Those pieces they're saving could come together,
Making their life something much better.
But the glue is in my hands,
Stuck and dry.
I won't escape because the tears keep falling.
I know why.
This challenge might me more than I can handle,
But I have the glue, so it's up to me.

They're all depending on me.

Movie Quote of the Week

Okay I'm late this week :D here we go again:
"So then 'muffin' is a code word?" "No, it is comfort food, and quite more fattening than most people realize. Which begs the question: why would two hardened CHAOS agents risk the carbs?"

Bad Poetry . . .

Life

It's short,

Only four letters long.

It takes a mere second to see,

And is passed over uncaringly.

Did you ever care to notice what the four little letters meant?

They all stand for something,

We can't live without.

For each person its different,

It's something else.

"L" could be love,

Person or thing.

Something that caught your attention once,

And has haunted you ever since.

It could be long

For the years a head,

Or the time you wish you had.

"I" for imagination,

The things you saw and heard.

The magic that made yours worth living,

The things no one else.

It could be for you,

The things you missed,

But wish had been.

"F" for freedom,

The blessing of choice.

The things that made you,

good and bad.

It could be for flat,

boring and wide.

If you didn't even try.

"E" for everything combined,

The people you met,

The ones who lied.

The few that you remeber,

Changed your life forever.

The feeling of dying,

While grasping for life,

The memories and images you'll leave behind.

Life,

It's short.

Just a four letter word.

Four important letters,

Making people who they are.

Don't just lay it down,

Make it something to be proud of.

Movie Quote of the Week

Here we go again :D
"He was on the bus this morning, he TRIED TO KILL ME."