just a little story

Sep 19th, 2006 11:19:58 am - Subscribe
Mood: apethetic
music: too many voices in the computer lab

“Hey Chloe, can I talk to you?” Grace sighed uncomfortable as she watched next to Chloe down the hall. Chloe threw her an unwelcome look. She had never liked Grace. She was one of the ‘popular kids’ here at Mount Rose High School. She had never even looked at Chloe before.
“Sure, but you only got five minuets. I’m late for Chemistry.” Chloe said, stopping and turning so she was standing in front of her. Chloe many not like her much, but she could tell there was something wrong with this girl. Call it intuition, but something was up.
“I need your help. I know we’ve never been much of friends, and we haven’t talked much, but I herd you’re the girl to go to when there is a problem. So here I am.” She sighed. It was obvious to Chloe that this was a last resort.
Chloe gave her a skeptical look. “Sorry Grace, but I’m not doing so good in math these days either. Try the library, they have tutors.” She told Grace, turning around and started to walk towards Mrs. Gilberts Chemistry Class.
“Wait Chloe, this isn’t about homework help. Someone has been stalking me.” She admitted, looking down at her feet. “I found this in my room last week.” She handed Chloe what looked like a manila envelope. Chloe opened it and pulled out a picture of Grace half naked. It looked like it was taken from outside a window. “Flip it over.” Grace encouraged. Chloe did so and written on the back with a thick black marker was a date, 11/29/1955.
“November 29, 1955? What’s that mean?” Chloe asked, flipping the picture over again. It looked pretty armature, but it was obvious this was developed in a darkroom.
“I have no idea.” Grace sighs. “But everyone one I’ve talked to said that you’re the girl for the job. Please Chloe.” Grace begged.
Chloe sighed, not sure yet that taking this case on was such a good idea, not with the whole Michael thing still such a big issue. “I’m not cheep you know. But ill take a look.”
Grace smiled a huge cheerleader smile and gave Chloe a half hug. “I knew I could count on you Chloe. Thanks again.”
“Yeah yeah, now listen; ill meet you in the parking lot after school. And oh yea, I’m going to hang on to the picture.” She nodded one last time to grace, and turned on her heels back towards class. This is going to be one long day, she thought to herself.

“A stalker?” Gorgie asked, looking skeptical at Chloe. “I think she’s making it all up. You know, looking for a little attention from daddy.”
“That’s my guess too. I don’t know, maybe it’s the cheerleading uniform that makes her so untrustworthy. But I told her I would see if I could find anything and I will. Either way I’m getting paid, so it doesn’t make much difference to me. What to help?” Chloe asked of her best friend, Georgina.
Again Gorgie looked skeptical. “Don’t you think its all a waste of time if you find out it was all just a ruse. That there never was a stalker.”
Chloe laughed to herself. “Yeah Gorgie, ill give you a cut of the money if you help.”
“Then count me in.” She smiled at Chloe. “So now tell me your theory, because knowing you there is always a theory.”
Chloe looked thoughtful for a moment. “I’m not sure yet. I have to talk to Grace. I didn’t have much time with her so I never got to ask her if she suspected anyone in particular. But I’m meeting her after school so ill find it all out then. This just seems all so weird. And the date on the back? What’s that all about? From what I figure the date must mean something to the stalker and maybe its means something to Grace too.”
“Well you know what I think, so I don’t ever need to bring it up. But she’s a whiner and a faker. I hate girls like that.”

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love poem

Aug 23rd, 2006 2:00:32 pm - Subscribe
Mood: sinful
music: ani difranco

Words winding around my throat

Cutting off my breath

Everything I wanted to say

Never really made it out

Every ‘I love you’

Snuffed out without a thought

The looks you gave me said you didn’t care

Or maybe I didn’t care

But I did

Through the tears

The heartache

I stuck by your side

But I would do it all again

If it meant that in the end

I get to wind up with you

My life

My love

The one my dreams are made of

If this isn’t love

There is no such thing

No heart could love as much

No soul could want as much

The love you have shown me

Through everything

Has been more than anyone could ask for

I want the world

And my world is you

Everything that we have

Times ten

That’s what my future will be

With you

Us together

Living eternal

Love that will last well after our death

A love that will never end

Eternal

Everlasting

forever

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for everyone of you

Aug 23rd, 2006 1:58:59 pm - Subscribe
Mood: antsy
music: ani difranco

The look everyone gives me

The same

Staring into space

Never letting on that

I am the one

Who will never know the truth

Living in my ignorance

Faking everyday with the thought that

One day I will be new

I will be transformed into the thing that I fear the most

A shadow

The shell of what is to come

Never whole

Just sitting

Staring into space

Unaware that everything is changing

Slowing

Become what was

Repeating

One after another

In lines of two or three

They fallow the leader

One two three

Pills turning into faces of the ones we lost

Each holding something that once was us

A part of us long gone

Given to the wind

Ashes floating on the breeze

Of what I never knew

Nor cared to find out

Things that never mattered

But now are life and death

The difference between night and day

Darks and whites

Never mixing

The faces

So different from the next

Each blending into one

With every given day

Never recognizing their true potential

Content to

Sit and stair into space

A space where nothing lives

Empty of all meaning

A life that was never really lived

Nor ever really look at

The movie no one wanted to see

Sitting in the dark theater

The hands that slowly move

Towards their goal

The once place they want to be

Never knowing who was watching

Not caring

Heading towards the goal

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