Anne & Rebekah

Anne flops herself on Rebekah’s bed. “I’m hungry”, she says with a long sigh. Rebekah responds by nodding her head towards the kitchen. “Taco bell and Chinese on the counter”, she says. “But I’ve been doing so well, you know I can’t eat any of that junk”, she retorts pouting. Rebekah scoffs and grabs her keys.  “Fine”, she says in defeat, rolling her eyes. “We’ll go to Panera, then stop by the Farmer’s Market.” “And the Sister of the Year Award goes to…” Anne announces blissfully, as she follows Rebekah out the door. The End =)

 

Zoom in, Zoom Out

Scene I > The night was a rested well and the atmosphere was cool, a breeze, calm. You turn on your side to face the window, waiting patiently for a beam of light to slowly peak into the room and to feel the warmth on your face and – “GET UP! GET UP! CALL MOM!! CALL MOM “ You jump out of bed in a panic, look over to the clock 5:57 am. Your eyes are foggy and your head is spinning, as you look over to your closet. You reach over to the down and swiftly turn on the light. You try to focus your eyes to your sister but you see red dots on the floor, you see various colors and dots. You take a seat on the bed and slowly look over to the closet. “What the HELL STORME!” “.. you needa get mom”, her voice was cold, lost and frightened. Your heart was pounding so hard that you didn't recognized the silent sound of your surroundings. A distant whimper, crying. As you get your focus your sight, you turn your head over to you see your sister’s back faced to you and behind the closet door you see a trail, a trail of blood right to what seems to have been your brother, but half his face was covered with blood. Bloody floor. Bloody hands. Bloody face. Bloody brother.  “Where’s the dog?” Scene II < Fries McFries Stirring and sizzling Hot McFries on the menu McFries on the dollar menu McFries on the dollar menu in McDonalds McFries on the dollar menu, in McDonalds on Sunrise Hwy Can’t wait for McFries from McDonalds, on Sunrise Hwy in Long Island on a cold and stormy night McFries on the dollar menu on Long Island on in the rain. That’s me No, not me the rain I’m not rain. I am wet, and cold. I’m not the fries but I am the girl. The hungry girl, who left her mother’s food at home to walk 2 miles in the rain to get fries, but not just any fries. McDonald’s fries. Happy fries. On the dollar menu. Sizzling and hot in Long Island.

Daniel’s ManCave

Ex Boyfriend Chronicles    (Where did I leave my iPod?) 1 Door leading to one room 1 room, 4 walls 2 posters – Kim and JLo of course 9 scattered notebooks and textbooks on the floor 3 pictures on top of one dresser – one of his mother, one of his as a baby and his high     school graduation picture. I chose that tie, I bought that tie  1 wallet containing his lucky dollar, two fake ids and one picture of his grandma 1 piggy bank, Mr. Greene 1 dresser containing 3 Drawers – two of the drawers actually contained clothes while the      other was his “stash” (2 unopened boxes of condoms, 8 colognes, 4 deodorants and a      pack of 4 boxers) 3 ½ empty bottles of Gatorade 2 bottles of Henny 1 flashlight 1 Pack of gum on the bed – 1 mini fridge with 2 water bottles, 1 bottle of and a pack of Bud Light Lime a/ Straw- BER     - ritas 1 Trash bin, red and green, no plastic bag with two candy wrappers inside and one    condom wrapper … on the side 1 Pullout Couch/ Bed – 27 pairs of sneakers and two fancy pairs of church shoes if he    actually ever went. Actually let’s say 24 pairs because of sneakers because I’m taking  back 3 pairs 1 TV hanging on the wall attached to the cable box he took out of his brother’s room 2 remote controllers – but no system since that’s what His brother took when he found    out he took his cable box 1 Nike shoe box, he doesn't own Nike There it is, 1 Nike shoe box containing a couple of folded papers, letters I suppose. 1 bottle cap, 1 pin, 2 medals, and a couple of other miscellaneous items and 1 iPod, my iPod (iTouch precisely) password 1031. The day we met. Containing 365 songs and 31 playlists

The Jokes on You

 BEEP BEEEP BEEEEP. Damn, that's the alarm. You wake up late AGAIN, knowing that you shouldn’t have because with report cards right around the corner, Mr. Lawset, the attendance lieutenant will have your head.

“Goldsworthy, you’re a senior now, you should know that every lateness will result lower for your final grade.”

 You know this and yet you still stayed up last night on Netflix saying, “one more episode” to yourself and before you knew it it was 3:47am. Now it’s 8:46am and you can’t find your keys. Where your other boot? You wore it yesterday and kicked it off by the … Kitchen! There it is. You hop into one boot while the other sit right underneath your heel, half way in. You grab your backpack and head for the door knowing that you have a gut feeling that you forgot something extremely important. As you make it to school, it’s second period – perfect. You grab a late pass from the main office and take an alternate route to your locker. As you make your way, you make a left at the Music Wing stopping by the piano room to trade homework with Alison for Mrs. Turnit’s economics class, she never has all of the answers. So, you take a picture on your phone instead and hope that Fran from AP Lit will be here today to give you the rest. AP LIT! Crap, now you remember, today's  presentations on Othello are due today and you definitely left your flash drive at home right next to the cherry blossom perfume that you sprayed on yourself before leaving. Rushing out of the Music Wing you go ahead to the Senior Café, awesome breakfast if still being served. You say your greetings to Barb as she gives you the usual, bacon, egg and cheese on a croissant not a roll because you just don’t do rolls. As you make your way to AP Lit the bell rings and sworm of students fill the halls. You manage to make it up the stairs and pass the library and in one swift motion you bang your locker open. As you grab your materials for the rest of the day a folded paper falls out to the floor. When you unfold it’s an invitation to your father wedding and within that one a memoir paper of your grandmother’s passing. You take a moment and breathe. Wondering how long will it take your mother to come home when events like this spring up. You should call her –no! Shake it off, you need to get to class. When you make it to room 218, everyone is seated and the room is silent. You look to see the bookworm, Sam Cambody handing out thick stapled stacks of papers to every row. Where’s Mrs. Stickson? You sit down looking confused, Fran informs you that there’s a pop test and that the Stick has stepped out for a couple of minutes. Pop test? Who gives out a pop test? As you skip the directions and take the test, you try to think about what you know, and what you don’t and then you remember that you have testing anxiety. Your hands get sweaty and soon enough you start to hate the smell of the perfume to sprayed on this morning. The questions get more and more unfamiliar and you notice everyone leaving class at an unusually quick pace. When you finally decided that you’ll fail anyways you guess the rest of the 46 questions and fill the bubbles away. As you leave the class you catch up with Fran and decide to bring up how hard the test was.

“What test?” she says like she doesn't understand “Oh that test!” she exclaims “Didn't you read the plan? The Directions stated that once you wrote your name and the date you didn't have to take the test, April 1^st? April Fools? Don’t you get it?” she asks.