Photo's of Rememberence *continued*

I tore at the paper with lines, circles, tornados; anything, anything to keep my hand moving across the page. Until the bell for the end of lunch rang I looked down to see I had drawn a scene of a person standing in an open door way looking at the foreground where a girl lying on the floor in a black puddle of-

I ripped out the page; picked up my stuff and slammed the hateful picture in the trash. I sauntered into my math class, tardy, without realizing I had tears rolling down my cheeks.

I hastily rubbed them away before the others took the chance to look at me with curiosity and pity; shaking my head as I sat in my seat taking out my books and needed paper and pen.

“Hey.” a voice said. I glanced to see a girl with brown wavy hair sitting next to me.

I gave a slight smile as I replied with  “ hello.”

“You’re name is Ty right?’ she inquired.

She must be new, I do not know her name; in a small town like this I’ve know these people since I was conceived.

“Yes, I am, and you are?” I asked

“Viviane. Viviane Jada.”

“Hello Viviane then.” I smirked

Mr. Gunny started our class with everyday first day of school routine. Roll, introduction, documents, and homework.

Bell rang and I entered that class after class until school was out and was free from the madness!

Photos of Rememberence

I need to get out of here. But there were still three more classes I needed to go to. My mother would let me skip on them given the way my life is right now but it was only the first day. I need to get a grip on myself.

I was with her since ninth grade; it would be four if she ‘d stayed…

No. Stop. Don’t think.

I was out on the open field in the front of the school. I trudged out on the grassy hills and passed dying trees, as they were getting ready for winter. This was going to be my coldest winter. Christmas will never hold joy again.

I took deep breaths and took out a paper and pen from my fraying backpack. I scribbled, doodled, sketched I had no experience with drawing and I sure didn’t have the talent either but it kept my mind busy.

to be continued

I feel a story coming on

Walking though the double doors of Sand Storm High School. Home of the Dirt Devils of Gunther,Nevada. After the long hot summer of fun for others as for myself; I sat at home trying to keep my world from going upside down.
"Hey, Ty." called my friend Steven Tided trotting toward me. I grimaced in greeting and looked down the hall longing for my locker.
From the corner of my eyes I could see Steven look me over as pity crossed his face he patted my shoulder. "You holding in there bud?"
I shrug him off lightly and remained silent. I was afraid if I did answer I would shatter. Just remembering she is not here; not this year.
Steven nodded solemnly "Are you sure you want to be at school today?"
I stiffly walked to my locker; Steven lagged behind. Its my senior year of course I'm going to stick it out even though I felt like I was slowing fading to nothing.
"You got to talk it out sometime, ya know?" Steven commented shyly.
I turned my head sharply to him, I knew he could see what was in my face; he imminently looked at his feet but it didn't stop him from continuing.
"Its been five months right?"
I slammed my locker shut walking off to my first class gulping back the tears.
i sat in the back of my photography class looking out the window. i forgot to bring something to keep my mind busy as my mind unwillingly slipped into the memories.
      Waking to the phone call in the mist of night; a crying voice as it told me my love was gone; she was  gone...
i jumped in my seat as the statically fake bell rang for the start of first day of school. though i think it should of ended that morning in April. Mrs. Mckracken began roll into introduction of herself and what she what she would like to do this year to the passing out of discloser documents, thankfully no homework.
I'm so sorry Ty she's gone.... i flinched.
at the end of class i headed to the next and the next and the next. before i really cared to notice it was lunch time. People who called me their friend are going to want me to speak to them and how my summer was.
Hell-ish. You tell me how to take a summer like mine.
"Yo, man! Over here!" Steven waved me over to an already over crowed table. "This is my buddy Ty Welter! He is awesome! Tina you should get to meet him." Ah Steven showing me off to the new girls that transferred here; like that would change anything.
he mumbled to me "I'm sorry about earlier; try to be nice?"
I couldn't deal with this. I stood up said some mess about needing to do something walked away from everything.