heaven forbid
tumble weeds to dust.
a household of bleakness.
roxi. roxi anderson is the name
written on my birth certificate, black hair, slit hazel eyes,
and light skin complexion. just a recipe for jealously, like no other.
people think of me as the snitch or the sneaky rat.
i used to be known as the quiet cheerleader,
cheering for the suburban wildcats basketball team.
1, 2, 3,4 my life change in a flash before my eyes. it flew away before
i could have grasp onto it for a little bit longer, but no one ever gave me the chance to do that.
if only i could have gone with the flow.
act like a soon-to-be ninth grader but someone else came over
me. the snitch came out when she saw trouble as usual.
i could have grasp onto it for a little bit longer, but no one ever gave me the chance to do that.
if only i could have gone with the flow.
act like a soon-to-be ninth grader but someone else came over
me. the snitch came out when she saw trouble as usual.
two guys fighting over a silly thing, thinking that one
of them will pull out a gun i thought as fast as i could.
call the police. no one seemed to care if the two guys were breaking stuff, didn't care if anyone
was bleeding.
the police came in time. they shut down our celebration of officially becoming freshman.
i remember the words that came out of everyone mouth as they walked out, some handcuffed others trying to hide the booze.
"what a way to end the last year of eighth grade, anderson!"
those words hit me like a small dog being mugged by a stray pitbull.
bottles of liquor came out of the house and kids were brought out in stretches. one that shock nearly the neighbors
bottles of liquor came out of the house and kids were brought out in stretches. one that shock nearly the neighbors
was two kids with hypodermic needles in their arm. already dead on the scene from an overdose.
neighbors, policemen and the local news held me as a "hero". all my peers hauled me into a box,
a different one.i was labeled as the "quiet cheerleader" to "the original snitch".
lately i have been trying new things. i've been smoking,
i'm getting used to it but it releases all the bad energy.
it's suicide. social suicide, that is.
heaven forbid that everything will be alright and at least someone would see me
behind this box with a large label that says "the original snitch" but i'm kidding myself, aren't i?
no one ever see behind that, it doesn't matter because things will always remain the same
if i change my name and my identity or move to south africa or a desert in arizona.
melted wax to no tax
dripping glitter to a sold out picture
roxi anderson has issues like kleenex tissues.
if i change my name and my identity or move to south africa or a desert in arizona.
melted wax to no tax
dripping glitter to a sold out picture
roxi anderson has issues like kleenex tissues.
4 comments:
I really like it. Keep going.
Cool descriptions..and the story has a flow. Way to go.
About the Hollyoaks questions..on the show Kieron is a priest who falls in love with John Paul. Unfortunately, the brother that John Paul doesn't even know that he has.."Neill" is plaguing his whole family(he was the oldest that their mother left on the steps of a Catholic church), and then on the show he ends up killing Kieron..but in my fanfiction I wanted to do it the other way around. Kieron doesn't want to be a priest anymore and wants to go away with John Paul. However, he'd been in a "fix" of sorts with Neill who had drugged him..so he has been angry about that ever since thus..he "had" to do Neill in. Actually, the actor who plays Kieron could play a wonderful villian. Sorry to write a novel on your comment section.
"those words hit me like a small dog being mugged by a stray pitbull." LOL. I like this imagery. A small dog getting mugged by a bulldog doesn't sound like fun, but it's funny picturing that. I like it.
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