Imagine Me

My grandfathers death

2012-01-23T15:14:00.001-08:00

That night I had burrowed into a futon with a set of rough, thin, white sheets. I had tried everything counting sheep, breathing slowly, and pulling the cold covers above my head. I was there with my family, their laughs still echoed in my ears from the previous day. But all that noise was gone now, and I was left in the complete silence. It was morning by the time I sat up accepted sleep wasn’t coming. I could hear movement through the house, a drawer close or a door shut. Then I heard the soft ring of the doorbell and people were coming into the house. My aunt was crying and someone’s shoes were pacing back forth in the kitchen. After I could take it no longer I pulled my self up and crept down the hallway. The floor was icy cold when my bare feet touched it and the crisp morning air lingered in the house from and open window. When I reached the living room it was filled with only a few people. My grandparent’s neighbor, my aunt and uncle, my parents and some people I didn’t know. They all crowed around something so I pushed my way through and found they had circled around a white gurney. On the bed was my grandfather, his skin once rosy and warm now as pale and cold as ice. The people I didn’t know were talking to grandma and she was crying but I wasn’t listening. MY mind had blocked out everything. I was trying to remember my grandpa because I knew what these people were here for. The people grabbed the gurney and pulled it down the hallway. The squeaky wheels scratched the sideboards but grandma never lifter a finger.

My grandma served breakfast to everyone that morning, but I couldn’t taste any of it. There were eggs, pancakes, and orange juice all of those were my favorite and just seeing them would have made my mouth water. But now my eyes were keeping all the water in my body to them selves and waterfalls of sweet and salty tears ran down my cheeks. When my grandma saw that I wasn’t eating anything she pulled me aside and told me to go back to sleep. Her voice cracked and wobbled and I told her she should sleep too. She laughed and I laughed but both were fake. We both knew we weren’t getting any sleep.

Exams

2011-06-14T12:45:00.000-07:00

My pencil sharpened
my mind overflowing with notes
a blank paper
and i'm ready to go
my legs are still
and my hands don't shake
but inside my mind aches
this whole year
all the lectures
but my brain is clear
what do I do
the tests are passed out
on the ground I tap my shoe
question one the square root of pie
this will be a long test
oh my

Life

2011-05-05T14:16:00.000-07:00

Today I ate
and she starves
today I learned
and she works
today I laughed
and she cried
today I helped
and she smiled

What did you do today?

You need a Helping Hand

2011-04-30T15:57:00.000-07:00

There is never a moment where I’m ungrateful. To live your life you have to love, and to love you need a helping hand.

First chapter of the Helping hand

2011-04-30T15:56:00.001-07:00

Many stories start happy then go bad then get happy again. Well mine is different. My life was different. When I was little I would lie in my bed and think hard about why I deserved such odds. It’s as if god had forgotten we were there; just put us aside so he could write a happy ending for everyone else. I’m not saying I was unhappy, but I had nothing and my family had nothing. It’s just I wasn’t a very good writer and trust me our story was my homework.

The sun crept through the night sky, peering behind trees and mountains. Everywhere it went it left a small ray of light. It snuck through the thick forest and the mountains. It followed a little brown bear up to the top of a tree and gave light to the world.

The thick swamps, the green forest, the fresh air, and our log cabin nestled in the woods. My name is Annie Drolinger and I live in Wisconsin. When I was born Ma wanted to move to the city, but Pa had grown up in this house and did not intend to leave it. So we stayed. We rebuilt the roof and wooded the floor. Even though the house looked different it was still the same, and it held millions of stories and untold secrets.

Pa loved the old house and the land and since I was the only child I got to help Pa in the fields. I loved the sun beating down on my back, the sweat dripping down my face, and taking a cold bath in the creek afterwards. But my life wasn’t even close to perfect: my family was poor. I mean I didn’t even have decent shoes. The people in the city did so why couldn’t I? But no matter what, I loved Wisconsin and the rolling hills, thick forests, and the freedom.

But more than Wisconsin I loved stories. I loved the good old tails of heroes and treasures, and boy did my Pa liked to tell them. My favorite is about Christopher Columbus, but Pa had his own twist. When Columbus came to America he left something, a treasure full of money and maps and all adventure stuff. Many people have tried to find it but it’s stays hidden to this day. He says it’s here in Madison and when I was little I would ask him every day “Can we go out looking for Christopher Columbus’s treasure?” Pa would giggle and shake his head and say that he had to open shop or leave early.

But I knew it was out there because Pa told the story with such excitement he made me believe it. I would get so caught up in finding the treasure that I had to remind myself that it was just a story. As I got older the log cabin wasn’t big enough for all of us, evens stories didn’t calm me I felt like something bad was coming.

I didn’t eat or sleep, I would lie in my bed for hours listening to a horned owl waiting for it to stop, but it never did. Each day our money box grew lighter, each day weighing less. Until one day it was empty.

All of this fell through my mind like a flood. My stomach curled and I got up out of bed, and walked to the kitchen. I grabbed a glass of milk and sat down by the fire. The whispers of the city tiptoed through my house and it began to open my mind to a million different thoughts. The story of my life was unraveling.

Last snowfall

2011-04-30T15:55:00.000-07:00

At the first snow fall

New hopes are born

Trees are up

Wrapping paper is torn

You write a letter to that old Santa Clause

And hope for a bear with fuzzy paws

So many happy faces

And boxes covered in laces

All the lights

And a Christmas tree so tall

At the first snow fall

I am

2010-12-06T13:59:00.000-08:00

I am

Me,

My first loose tooth,

The day i walked down the aisle at graduation!

Seeing, learning, and doing

I had my first birthday,

And learned to walk,

And to talk.

Then princesses were important to me

Now i want to buy the new i pod touch;

I hope i can remember all those years;

I know i can just forget but that wouldn’t be any fun

Remembering, memories, and me

This is me!

Me Bear

2010-11-27T15:06:00.000-08:00

Chapter One

The first beams of sunlight tore through the mountains, and the kids in the city woke up for school. In their kitchen were glass bowls and cornmeal, and maybe even some orange juice. But I wasn’t in town; no I was far from town about forty miles away from it. I had woken up three hours ago and not to go to school but to work.

I lumbered up and down the cornfields picking the few that had survived the winter, listening to the soft cry of a crow in the forest. The wintery air blowing against my face, throwing my red hair everywhere.

Pa hated me to where my hair down when I worked but I couldn’t help it when I put it up in a bun I just found its way out again.

I hauled the basket up to the barn and began to shuck each piece. Each cornel was different, one with more hairs, one with none, all of them seemed to be different. I peeled slower now each piece of corn that I shucked missed the bucket and after ten minutes I had only done four.

“Common Mary Lou” I said to myself “finish!”

All the corn was shucked in less than five minutes. I rushed past Ma and Phoebe on the porch to do my last chore but Mama stopped me.

“Can you take these buckets to the barn?” Ma’s voice croaked and squeaked. She was most likely sick again. “Sure Ma” I said.

I hopped up each step two at a time. When I reached Ma she was almost asleep.

“Is Ma sick again?” I asked as I took the buckets. Phoebe glanced up at me and I could see that she had been up all last night. “Yes, she has the flu again.”

Phoebe’s head drooped just like Ma’s and I could tell she was asleep too.

The buckets were heavy but I could handle them, I was strong. I had beaten my brothers in arm wrestling plenty of times. I galloped across the field to our old barn with a big smirk on my face.

Don and Tommy were wrestling in the forest to my right. I glanced over at them and laughed . When would they grow up?

When I reached the barn the wind had picked up. I looked back. Don and Tommy were heading back inside and Phoebe was taking Ma inside.

I set down the milk and the cream on the bench, and sat down.

A huge limb of the tree outside tumbled to the ground with a loud crack. Maple practically jumped straight out of her stall. I threw my hand up trying calm her down but then came another loud crack. The buckets.

The milk and cream had fallen over into a bigger bucket.

My mind raced. We didn’t have enough money to replace that. Daisy only could be milked once a week.

Maple put her head down in her stall. As if she knew what I had done. I quickly picked up the milk and cream buckets and tossed them into the corner of the barn. That made Maple all riled up again. I picked up the bigger bucket with them both in it and rocked it back and forth making the two liquids mix.

The milk and cream slapped the side of the bucket like big waves in a storm. Soon they were the same color, a light beige.

I set the bucket down. No one will know. I thought to myself. No one will ever know.

Maple slapped her main around trying to get my attention. When I finally turned around she was almost breaking the door of her stall open.

I got up and walked over to her. My hand traced her face. I brought my hand down to her back but before my hand reached her neck so that I could pull myself up, I froze.

There on her back was two huge bite marks. It looked like it had been made by a bear. I stared into Maple’s terrified eyes and followed them to the floor of the barn.

There on the floor were two sets of bear tracks. They came from the door to Maples stall then to the food room. I almost choked when I heard the noise and soft shatter of glass coming from the food room.

I threw myself on top of Maple and cantered out of the barn. I galloped her all the way to the house. We were going too fast to stop, so as we rode by I screamed.

“Pa there’s a bear in our food house!”

It took about twenty seconds for Pa and my brothers to be outside with their rifles loaded.

Pa ran down the porch steps with a ragged look on his face with Don and Tommy right behind him. I turned around Maple and cantered after them.

Pa and my brothers got to the barn before I did and the loud gun fight began. I tied Maple outside of the barn and hurried in with our mallet.

The bears were on their hind legs groaning at the guns. Blood coming from their wounds and their brown eyes searched for forgiveness. I couldn’t stand it!

I didn’t know what I had done until I was right in between the guns and the bears. Pa and my brothers stopped shooting and the bears lay hopeless almost passed on.

“They’re hungry just like us!” I wailed at my Pa. “They’re sorry, let them go, don’t make them die.”

Pa’s voice was still crazed with anger. “Move aside Mary.” He said. His voice as flat as a still pound.

I put my feet apart and stood in a position that I was comfortable in. “Let them go!”

Now I was over by the first bear. His face was covered in blood, and his black chest was heaving. I patted his head and then stroked his ear.

Pa’s face was emotionless as he stared at me touching the bears. My brothers put their guns down and came to sit by the other bear.

They were dying. We couldn’t help them anymore. I could see now that they hadn’t eaten any food they were carrying it. I buried my face into the bears’ neck. My hair now was covered in blood. Tears rolled down my face and I tried to let them die in peace so I held it in.

The bears eyes were now soft. He stared up at me and seemed to be pointing to the door. I strained my eyes through the mist of the morning and saw a small black object.

I stood up and walked over to the door the shadow winced but did not move away. As I came closer the black shadow turned into a baby bear. It huddled into the side of the door and its dark brown eyes were wet with tears.

Without any hesitation I picked him up. His claws stuck into my leg, but I knew he didn’t mean it. I set the cub down by its parents.

The baby black bear wobbled over to its mother and licked her face with his wet tongue. His tongue caressed every wound. He lay silently over his mother.

I sat down next to the dying bear and the cub, and let out the tears. By now Pa was down next to the bear, too, and Ma and Phoebe were at the door.

The bear’s breaths were shorter and harder. It was losing too much blood.

The baby bear knew too. It took one last look at his mother and made a crying sound. The bear’s eyes glanced at the baby, the father, and then me. Her eyes were gone. The room fell silent . I stood up and the baby bear ran to me. I scooped it up and cradled it. Once again it stuck its claws into my leg. I winced, but was still numb from what I had just seen.

I held the baby close and it made another crying sound. My Ma was now beside me crying. I knew it wasn’t good for her to be crying or out in the cold, so I switched the baby bear to the other hip and helped Ma up. Tommy and Don were silent next to the other dead bear and Phoebe was still at the door of the barn. Pa still had his gun in his hand but he was calm. His eyes damp with tears.

We all walked back to the house in silence, Ma, Pa, Tommy, Don, Phoebe, and me and my bear.

Chap. 2 of Letters to Mallory

2010-10-18T14:08:00.001-07:00

Chapter two

When we reached the house I opened the door and we both walked in. Mom was in the kitchen. “Morning Bella” mom turned around with a big smile. “Where have you been?” I turned to look at Mallory on what to say but she was already talking. “We were at the park by the stream!” Mallory’s voice said loud and clear.

“Well that’s great” she responded “how was it?” Mallory looked at me. “It was fun” i said and Mallory smiled happily. “What for breakfast mom.” I said trying to change the subject. “Pancakes and eggs. “Oh yes” Mallory said “ I love eggs.”

I showed Mallory to the table, and she sat down very happily. Mallory’s family was not as

Fortunate as we were, they lived in a small house next door with no electricity, and they were soon to lose their water. So Mallory spent most of her time here with our family the Briscoes.

As Mallory sat chomping on her pancakes and eggs I stared outside. Maybe it was a beautiful day outside. Maybe Mallory was right. “You ok Bella” Mallory said with a full mouth. “I’m fine” I said “I’m just fine.”

When we were both finished I brought Mallory and my plate up to the sink and washed them then we got ready to go back outside.

I immediately began to walk to the stream but Mallory stopped me. “Wait” she said “let’s do something different.” “Like what?” i asked not seeing anything els.

“Hide and seek!” Mallory’s eyes searched my face with excitement. I thought about that and realized knowing Mallory I would be it first, but who cared. So I nodded my head.

“Ok then, will you be it, please!!!!” Mallory begged. Once again I nodded my head.

Mallory dashed off and screamed that i had to count to 10.so I did “1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10… here I come!” This had to be easy where she could have gone. I walked over to the stream to look there. “Mallory!” But nothing. Then i walked over to the edge of the forest “are you in there.” But she wasn’t where she was.

“Mallory!” I screamed “I give up.” I listened very closely to the sound of the wind and then I heard leaves cracking behind me. I quickly turned around and there was Mallory lying on the ground looking at something.

“What’s that?” I asked. “Come see.” When I got to her side she held up a pink flower. “It’s the last one in the park I’ve never seen it before.” Mallory’s eyes were locked on the plant. “I was hiding behind this tree and I saw it under the leaves.”I stared at the plant she was holding it was very beautiful. “Maybe we could keep it” I said “and put it in a glass of water.” Mallory smiled “ok” she said.

On the way home I was still wondering what type of flower it was and when we got home i asked mom. “What type of flower is this” I said holding up the pink flower. “Oh” said mom “it’s an Erigon, sweetie I had those at my wedding.” Mom didn’t bother to look again she just kept on doing the dishes, so ran back to Mallory.

“It’s an Erigon” I said to her excitedly. “Great she said then that what we’ll call it”

Mallory smiled at me. “call what?” i said completely confused. Mallory danced to the door and looked out over the park “that!”

Letters to Mallory

2010-10-14T18:25:00.000-07:00

The beginning

Chapter one

It was a cold winter morning and the wind hit the side of the window at a steady beat. The house was very quiet and Mallory and I crept through the kitchen. “Shhh” I whispered.

The sky was still dark but in spots there were blotches of purple. And outside I heard the birds just waking up.

“Do you think it’s too early Bella?” Mallory stared at me her small face layered with messy long brown hair. “No its fine, there’s no way we’ll wake up Chris but we should be quite for Jacob” Chris is my older brother who is 15 and Jacob Is my younger brother who is 2.

I peeked in the cupboard, and grabbed the brown box. “Here it is!”

We each poured ourselves a hot cup of water and poured in the hot chocolate. Mallory’s eyes followed her small white marshmallow in her cup as she twirled it around and around. “What should we do today” Mallory was still watching her marshmallow when she answered. “Let’s go to the park.” I was surprised Mallory wanted to go outside at all it was cold and windy and besides we never go to the park. “Really” I asked almost as if she said she wanted to jump off a cliff.

Usually going outside wouldn’t be a problem but it was for Mallory. All she had on was a thin t-shirt, jeans and a pair of old shoes. Mallory couldn’t afford a new jacket so she usually used mine.

“Yay its beautiful outside” she replied looking outside. My eyes followed hers out the window and all I saw was a forest a rusty swing set and a half way frozen over stream. But by the look in Mallory’s eyes it looked like so much more to her.

“Ok” I said but I knew it would be a waste of time; the second we got out there she would want to come back in.

Mallory grabbed my jacket and I grabbed my mom’s. By the time Mallory’s hand was half way to the door knob I had closed my eyes preparing myself for a gust of freezing cold wind, but nothing happened. I opened my eyes and found the door open and Mallory already outside. “ come on lets go” Mallory’s voice rung out through the neighborhood. “Shh, you’ll wake miss barkly!” I whispered knowing that Miss Barkly never woke up but my mom sure did. So I quickly grabbed an extra scarf for Mallory and headed out side.

It really wasn’t that bad but it was bad enough that Mallory should have been wearing mittens and a scarf.

Mallory was ahead so I quickened my pace. When I got there I stared at her face, the wind was brushing strides of hair from side to side across her face. Mine was not as long as hers and it was red, her hair matched the scenery perfectly mine just stuck in a messy bun.

We were following the old gravel path to the stream, and when we reached it Mallory stopped and picked up a stone. She studied it for a second and then tossed it on to the ice. The ice stayed in one peace and Mallory tried again this time harder. So I picked up a rock to and threw it at the ice. Now it was a game me and Mallory laughed and threw rocks at the unbreakable ice.

Ten minutes passed and there was not one crack in the ice. “Come on lets go” I said almost out breath form my last throw. Mallory smiled at me and began back up the small bank of the stream.

“See, that was fun”, she said and turned her face to me. Her excited face made me smile too. “Ya it was.”

The morning was cold, and warm light from the house was beckoning us. Without a word we both headed toured the house. “Maybe we could go back there after breakfast” Mallory was now skipping. “Sure” I said “That was a lot of fun.”

Rain

2010-10-14T12:39:00.000-07:00

Can rain ruin a day
will it build of happinise
or wash it away
today
there was rain
and i soaked me to the bone
does it bring all your freinds close
or leave you alone
this is for you to answer
not me
rain to the tree
falls hapily

hello

2010-10-13T17:32:00.000-07:00

When you meet someone you say
Hello
when its awkward you say
hello
Its not just for talkative people
lazy or mello
everyone says
Hello
its a universal word
that everyone knows
hola
Nǐ hǎo
or even hallo
Moo says the cow
and a duck says quack
Hello is the word
it has your back

My Brother

2010-10-13T17:25:00.001-07:00

my brother
he is smart
not always a sweet pea
tricky
and too think that he is only three
He steals
and stales
and doesnt eat his brocolii
but of course
he loves me
he makes a huge mess
and doesnt clean it up
he even spilled orange juice on my new dress
and when im asleep
he gives my hair a trim
but of course
i love him

The most like home (not finished)

2010-10-13T17:17:00.000-07:00

Though many people question the ways of life I don’t. I believe everything happens for a reason. Everything comes and goes and you can never be happy forever. Never have something forever. I realized that the night my parents went missing. When a defining scream broke my peaceful sleep. I had gotten out of my bed and walked over to my parent’s room. When I arrived there was nothing there but a broken window, a empty bed, and a note.
I know you’re thinking what’s in the note, well so was I. But when I picked up the crumpled piece of paper there was nothing on it. Nothing just a blank piece of paper. I still have the paper I keep it with me all the time, of course because I was an only child I had to move so I moved to the most wonderful place in the world, or that’s just what they said.
I actually ended up moving to France. Enche to be specific, right on the beach, I came by plain and when I landed I had an emotionless family waiting for me. The highlight of that day was riding in the plain. There were nice women and sweet little chocolate chip cookies. I had never been on a plain because me and my family were just fine where we were. Dad used to say “This house is our lives.” So when they dragged me away from it I was dead, theoretically.
The family was the Bonnet family, only a husband wife and three children, now four. I didn’t enjoy the awkward silence on the ride to their house; in fact it was very horrible.
No one talked, for that I was thankful it’s hard for me to talk in a conversation. The Bonnet family sat quietly in the car not moving. I swear they didn’t move once. It was if they were statues. But of course I was still too but not as a rock. I sat politely with my hands crossed in my lap, though my body was almost still my eyes wondered like a stray cat.
It was quite pretty, actually. I had thought of it to be dreadful but that’s only because they were sending me here directly after my parents funeral. Of course it wasn’t a real funeral they didn’t have the real bodies, but they suspected they were dead. I didn’t appreciate that I was trying to keep my head up and they were cramming all this negative death stuff in my head.
I still believe my parents are alive, they escaped from the kidnapper and came looking for me. They wouldn’t leave me behind they could never; they would have to come find me. But until they did I was stuck here in Enche.
The Bonnet’s lived on the sea; they had a huge house and were very wealthy. I didn’t care I just hope I get my own room.
The car slowed down and Ms. Bonnet turned around in her seat. “Analeas you will be living in the guest house until we can finish your room.” She attempted a smile which ended up looking like a flash of pain. The car slowly turned a corner to a wide open street, the sign read “Calico Drive.”
Then finally the car pulled into a huge driveway. Then at the end of the driveway there was a huge house. It was as big as the woman had said.
On the plain I sat next to woman and she told me all about the Bonnet family, and so far she was completely right. Her name was Ms. Holly, and supposedly she lived close by.
The old car pulled up into a giant garage. I stepped out grabbed my bags and fallowed Ms. Bonnet to the guest house. “I thought you said guest house.?” I said when I stood in front of a huge one story house two times bigger than my old house. “ I did, sorry for the mis understanding were you expecting something bigger.” Ms. Bonnet hung her head low in embassesment. “No of course not, it’s huge, thank you!” I said and opend the door to drag my few bags in. “Here is the key” she said and gave me a small shiny metal key with gold trimming. I was once again shocked. “Thank you so much Ms. Bonnet.” I said smiling.
She smiled too and turned to walk away. “Oh” she said “you can call me mom.”
Chapter two
No offence to her but I didn’t want to call her mom. I dragged my bags into the large guest house, and looked around. Infact I gave myself a little tour. There were two bathrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and three bedrooms. Out of the three bedrooms I picked the one that looked the most like my old one. It had a light yellow piant and a wooden frame bed, with white sheets.