byonde

ummmm

Sun, 02 Sep 2007 06:05:51 GMT

She pushed his hair back from his face, letting his amazing eyes free. He pulled her face close to his, gently locking his lips to hers. He stopped, and slung her over his shoulder and dashed to his bedroom. She laughed at him as when he tried to lay down on his bed, smacked his head against the wall. She kissed his forehead gently and lightly stroked the side of his face. This simple gesture caused him to turn pink. She loved it when he blushed. He slid down his bed, so his head finally rest on his pillow. Sarah slid down on top of him. Her knees to either side of his waist, and her face even with his. She lay down on him, not noticing the open door. Suddenly Trevor burst through the door and threw a sponge sopping with red paint at the bed. He immediately regretted that move when he saw that he was not infact framing Brody for the mess in the garage, but infact showing proving himself guilty. Brody grabbed the sponge from on top of Sarah and leapt off the bed thundering down the hall chasing after Trevor. Sarah felt the top of her head, bright red paint oozed down her hair, her shirt and even her pants. She groaned and dashed over to Brody’s bathroom.

“MOM.” Brody hollered at the top of his lungs. His mother and father came running around the corner with panicked looks on their faces. Their faces went from panicked to horror, then to angry when they saw the paint covered sponge, thought it was blood, then realized it was just paint.

“I thought you two were taking him to the Petersons’ today.” Brody snarled.

“I was just coming to find him.” His dad answered and dragged Trevor out from behind the dying plant in the corner.

“We’re going now. There’s nothing in the washing machine right now, so what ever the paint got on, I’m sure can fit in there. Spray it with stain out first.” His mother said exasperatedly. Brody grunted a response and watched his mother and father walking out to the car. Brody caught Trevor in a headlock.

“If you tell them she’s here, I’ll show every one of your friends the picture of you making out with your poster of princess Peach.” Brody threatened, tightening the grip on Trevor, until he was begging for breath.

“I promise not to tell.” Trevor gasped, his hands at his throat, and sheer terror gleaming in his eyes. Brody stormed off to his room and Trevor cautiously walked out the front door to the car where his parents were waiting.

Brody walked in to find Sarah bent over his shower basin, wearing one of his oversized shirts, trying to scrub the paint out of her clothes with shampoo. Brody laughed at the pitiful sight. She glared at him. He wrung out her clothes and tossed them in the washing machine, dumping most of the stain out into it, along with detergent. Brody returned to his room with his mother’s shampoo and a clean towel. He thrust the two items at Sarah. He saw her face scrunch up, the way it always did when she was un sure of something.

“Look the paint’s only ‘gona dry. And it will be impossible to get out with out shaving your head.” Brody stated. Panic flooded Sarah’s face and she grabbed the shampoo and towel from Brody, slamming the door in his face. He sighed and walked into the main room.

Sarah bent under the faucet of the sink, trying to get the paint out of her hair. She groaned when the red paint oozed down her neck and onto the rest of her body. There was no getting around it, she had to take a shower to get the paint off. She used three times the amount of recommended shampoo in order to get the paint from her hair. She hastily scrubbed the paint from the rest of her body with a relatively save looking bar of soap. For a guy, Brody kept his bathroom very clean. She rinsed the soap and shampoo from herself and reached for the handles. She had been in there for quite a while already, but the steamy water felt so good. She stood there for a few more seconds before shutting off the water. She wrung out her hair and wrapped the huge blue towel around her body. The mirror was all fogged up. She leaned over the sink and wrote Brody a note with her finger. She doubted he would ever see it, she didn’t think guys used that hot of water ever. She frowned when she noticed that aside from her bra and underwear, she had no clothes. The shirt she was wearing was covered in red paint. She wrapped herself tightly in the towel and peeked out of the bathroom, the steam gushed out of the door, surrounding her in it. The cool air caused the hairs on her arm to stand on end.

“Brody?” She asked cautiously, peeking out from behind his bathroom door more. There was no sign of him. She sighed and stepped out into the disaster area. She didn’t know if his parents knew she was here, so she didn’t want to risk them finding out by her strolling into the living room wearing only a towel. She sat on the bed, towel wrapped tighter than necessary around herself. It was only a few minutes before Brody came to inspect his room. He stopped in the door way when he saw her on his bed.

“Are my clothes washed yet?” Sarah asked pathetically, she couldn’t help but shiver; her wet skin and hair in his uncomfortably cold room. He stood unnaturally still and kept quiet. Sarah sighed; she had hoped this wouldn’t be a problem. But he was a teenage boy after all. He took a cautious step into his room, closing the door behind him. Sarah stiffened. Some how Brody’s hair wasn’t covering his eyes for a change, and Sarah could see the deep wanting in his sea green eyes. She turned pink, his gaze was so intense she felt that she should turn away. He walked over to his bed, where she sat, clutching the towel rather tightly. She felt her heart race as he drew closer. He was creeping onto the bed now, while she edged away.

“Sarah…” He pleaded his voice rough.

She felt tears building in her eyes. She wasn’t particularly terrified, the normal cause of her tears, she had no explanation for them this time.

“Sarah I promise I won’t hurt you.” Brody had a desperate edge to his voice now. “I promise I’ll go slow.”

“Brody I’m not…” she started to say, but the pain of the tears prevented her from saying anything else. She was against the headboard now; she knew there was no more room to slide off to. She thought for a minute, he still crawled forward towards her. “He won’t do anything I don’t want him to.” She convinced herself. He was nearly on top of her now.

“Brody.” She said her tone urgent. He pulled back a little.

“Yes?” He asked cautiously.

“You love me right?” She asked, tears building up in her eyes again.

“Yes Sarah.” He replied in a gruff, but tender voice.

“You would still love me if I said no?” she asked, in her head she was praying he would say yes.

“Of course I would Sarah.” He said, a serious expression on his face. His hand slid up her calf. She shuddered.

“Brody?” She whispered, the tears were pouring down her cheeks.

“Yes?” He asked, leaning away from her, disappointment clung on his face and voice.

“Do you have a condom?” She asked, barely above a whisper. The tears had stopped and her heart raced.

He grinned widely then lay himself down on top of her towel covered body. He pulled something out from under his bed. Under different circumstances she would have laughed, but now she was just nervous. He sat back up, and opened the box, pulling one out. He pulled her into the sitting position, even though he was still basically sitting on her. Her hands lay on his muscular chest covered by a thin t-shirt. She slid her hands down his abdomen and beneath his shirt. He shuddered. He was so much warmer than she was. She slowly lifted his shirt over his head. She gazed at him. She had seen him in swim trunks before, and his shirt of many times, but she had never been this close to him. He was in incredibly good shape. Not bulging with muscles, but had nice tone. He raised himself to his knees and unzipped his pants. She clamped her eyes shut momentarily as she heard them being tossed to the ground, along with his boxers. She kept her eyes shut, but not as tightly when she felt his hands loosening her grip on the towel. She opened her eyes and stared into his sea green eyes and she saw nothing but burning passion. He was completely naked now; she took in his body with her eyes, all but below his waist that is. He slid the towel from her grip, letting it fall behind her. He stared longingly at her before flipping her on her back and thrusting himself down upon her. He was already breathing heavily, even though they were barely touching. She leaned up and whispered into his ear.

“I have no idea what to do.” His hands grabbed at her waist, and up to her rib cage.

“Follow my lead.” He tried to whisper. He grabbed the condom that lay on his pillow and ripped the package open, partially with his mouth. Sarah’s hands ran down his neck, shoulders, back and arms. He whimpered slightly at her touch. His hands returned to her sides, running firmly up and down them. He pressed his chest down onto hers, she was amazed how right it felt. She felt wonderful, his body heat kept her nice and warm. He removed his hands from her sides and gently pulled her knees apart, lowering himself down. She stared into his eyes; she couldn’t hide the panic in her face.

“You’re okay?” Brody asked, a little too late for her to say no, but that didn’t matter now. He thrust himself into her. She let out a yelp, and grabbed his shoulders, her nails dug into his skin, but he said nothing. She cringed, waiting for the pain that she had come to expect from reading and other girl’s shared knowledge, but it never came. She felt his breath on her neck, and his body pressed against hers. He moaned ever so slightly and continued to thrust. She pressed herself against him more, and moved slightly as he started to go faster. His hand slithered up to her chest and let it lay there momentarily as he gained speed. She winced; it was starting to hurt a little. He noticed her pain, and laid his head by her ear.

“Thank you Sarah, I love you, thank you, I’m sorry if it hurts, what will make it better?” he managed to utter at an even tone.

She whimpered and loosened her grip on his shoulders when she saw blood trickle from his shoulder. he kept gaining speed. He was starting to sweat, and she noticed she was as well, when his hand slipped from her side and down to her thy. His head fell against her chest. He stopped for a second before resuming. His face was bright red. She wanted to laugh. Of all the things to blush about he chose that moment. She ran her hands down his torso as far as they could go before she ran her hands through his hair. The pain had stopped and she felt weird. She started to breathe harder and faster as he pumped harder and faster. Now every time he pressed against her, she felt amazing. She grasped his fore arms and pressed herself harder against him. He let out another moan. She noticed she had been holding her breath, she sighed slightly as she let it out. He suddenly squeezed her sides tighter. She had no idea what was happening but she was enjoying every second of it. It felt like he was slamming himself on her now, the bed creaked every so often. She prayed his parents wouldn’t hear. She reached up and brushed the hair from his face, and the sweat from his forehead. He kissed her wrist then let out a louder moan. She didn’t notice it at first, but she was involuntarily moaning herself, very quietly. He laid his ear by her neck and listened. She let out a final yelp, so far the loudest she had been, as he hugged her tightly and moaned deeply and thrust himself against her one last time before he collapsed on top of her, panting, stroking her side. She laid back, her hands feeling the muscles of his back, free, unblocked by a shirt. She was panting just as much as he was. He suddenly tensed up, squeezing her until it became hard for her to breathe. She felt a sudden jerk inside her, and all at once Brody’s muscles contracted and he made a noise similar to a growl. He lay his head on her chest, panting in exhaustion, his hands were wrapped underneath her, still squeezing the breath from her lungs.

“Brody, I can’t breathe.” She choked out. He took a deep breath and pulled himself from her, tossing the condom into the garbage. He cleaned himself off with his sheets, then flipped Sarah onto his stomach, while he lay on his back, pulling the clean covers on top of them. Her head rested on his chest, she could feel his heart hammering against his ribcage. He stroked her hair, and exhaled deeply. Her elbows were at his sides, her hands by his neck. She could feel Brody’s breathing slowly become even, and his hand stopped moving through her hair. She was about to look up and ask him what was wrong when she heard him snoring the slightest bit. She closed her eyes and listened to his heart. She wasn’t the least bit tired, but she didn’t want to ruin this moment so she lay still, and let him sleep.

random snippets no sex

Sun, 02 Sep 2007 06:02:41 GMT

His arm felt so warm against her wind chilled skin. She wondered if he could see her blushing behind his mask of blonde hair. She looked up at him in wonder; she had still never seen his eyes. He glanced at her from the corner of his eyes.

“What’s that look for?” he asked in a bemused tone.

“What color are your eyes?” Sarah asked, trying to hide her burning desire to know. Brody laughed.

“That’s all?” He asked, sliding his hand up his face, brushing the white blonde hair from his eyes. He leaned close to Sarah, staring her in the eye. She couldn’t help but gasp. They were the most intense sea green she had ever seen. She had imagined ice blue, or burnt umber, certainly not an intense green such as this. Brody laughed aloud.

“Why do you hide them?” Sarah asked, sad to see them covered in hair once more.

“I’m not hiding, I just like my hair like this.” He said as he pulled out a cigarette.

“My mom will think I’ve been smoking.” Sarah said, letting a little whine into her voice. Brody sighed and shoved it back into the glove compartment.

“My house is just around to the left.” She mumbled, sad that their private moment was coming to an end. Brody turned into her drive way and put his car into park. Sarah gave a sad smile and thanked him for the ride. He leaned over and opened her door for her. She smiled awkwardly at him. His face was so close to hers… she felt her face heat up as he exhaled. His minty breath was warm against her collar bone. She quickly got out of the car, thanking him once more. Brody gave her an odd smile, nearly all his teeth showing.

“See you tomorrow?” He stated rather than questioned.

“It’s inevitable, we have math together don’t we?” She teased and walked away from the car.

“So have you ever had a boyfriend?” Brody asked out of the blue.

“I came close.” Sarah admitted.

“What happened?”

“Well, we were pretty friendly and he invited me to a party on the fourth of July. Had my mom been a little more trusting in me, I’m sure we’d be have dated, but my mom made me come home an hour after the party had started. I was too embarrassed to talk to him after that and we were just friends after that.”

“That’s too bad. It’s not like you did anything to deserve such distrust… or did you?”

“No, I’m the closest thing to a perfect child.”

“And you say I have a swollen ego.”

“Take a good look. I don’t do drugs, I get straight A’s in high placed classes, I abide to the curfew I NEVER disagree with my mother and follow all her ridiculous rules. I’ve never scratched any surface on her car, I have my own job and pay for my own things now.” Sarah seethed.

“Okay didn’t mean to get you worked up about it.” Brody said with a laugh, and gently placed his hand on her shoulder. Her heart fluttered. This was bad; she was falling for him against her own will. She scowled. It would be just a few days before he had another girlfriend who was not her.

“Now what’s wrong?” Brody asked disappointed.

“Nothing, now finish the warm up so I can check it.” She sighed.

“One more question.” He mumbled.

“What?” She snapped.

“Since you’ve never had a boyfriend… you’ve never been kissed?” He said with a grin.

“That’s a statement not a question, stop belittling me and do the math.” Sarah said hostilely and opened her math book. Brody smiled and started the warm up. He got most of it wrong, leaving Sarah to fix and explain what made it incorrect.

“We’ve got to stop running into each other like this.” Sarah grumbled as she shoveled papers back into her bag.

“You need to watch where you’re walking!” Brody laughed and snatched a paper before it was trampled on by the stampede of students.

“I can’t exactly see around the corner.” Sarah fumed.

“Yeah that is a problem.” Brody agreed and took her bag.

“What are you doing?” Sarah asked in a panicked tone.

“Uptight much.” Brody sighed and walked to where her next class was.

“NO stop what are you doing?” Sarah asked, her tone sounding miserable.

“Well if it makes you this ticked then fine.” He pouted, handing back her bag.

“What about your girlfriend Brody, she’d give me living hell if she saw this.” Sarah said.

“What girlfriend?” Brody asked and kept walking to her class. Sarah stopped.

“Were you dumped again?” She asked, heavy with concern and pity.

“I’m offended. I’m capable of ending relationships too.”

“… So you dumped Jaymie? Why? You haven’t even been dating a month.”

Brody stopped and looked down at her. Sarah felt like a dwarf. They stood their awkwardly for a few more seconds before Brody walked away.

“See you in math.” He muttered. Sarah sighed and entered her English class. She was doing it again, annihilating another friendship. Her chest throbbed with pain at the thought of him. It was a sickening pain that she felt when she liked a guy but wasn’t going to let anything jeopardize her friendship.

He effortlessly lifted her until they were eye level. She tightly wrapped her arms around his neck, her body pressing up against his. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed back with just as much force. She let one hand slide up through his hair, as her other traced the contours of his gorgeous face. His free hand slid up her back, catching her shirt slightly, exposing her warm skin to the cool night air. Before she could fix it, he pressed his lips against hers. She could feel him opening his mouth slightly, she followed his lead. His minty breath escaped into her open mouth, the inside of his lips brushed against hers. Her heart thudded. Would she ever get use to this? He started to close his lips, pursing them outward. She did the same. Her head felt light, and her heart kept beating faster. She ran her hand through his thick hair, it felt just as amazing as she had imagined. He clutched her tighter to his chest. She suddenly felt very dizzy, then her vision blurred. Her eyelids fluttered and then the world around her became nothing but blackness, her senses faded away as if she were sleeping. Suddenly she opened her eyes to find herself in Brody’s arms still, but she was being held as if she was unable to walk, one of his arms under the bend in her knee, the other supporting her neck. She looked up at him confused.

“I actually made you pass out.” Brody said in wonder.

“I think I forgot to breathe.” Sarah said, equally mystified. He let go of her legs, letting her slide down the front of him until her feet reached the ground. She pulled her shirt down to where it should be. He leaned over and kissed her once more, with less intensity than before, his hands hovering by her waist. She slowly pulled back. He frowned and pulled out his phone.

“Seven thirty.” He muttered. She cringed and grabbed it from his hand and dialed her mother’s phone number.

“Sarah?” was her mother’s panicked voice on the other end.

“Yes hi mom, I’m sorry, the movie went on later than I expected.” She said, her voice flooded with guilt. Her mother did not reply immediately.

“Whose phone is this?” She asked cautiously.

“A friend’s.” Sarah replied meekly.

“well tell your friend to bring you back no later than ten, and he better not set foot in this house until I meet him. I’ve got a date with Jared in twenty minutes, and I don’t know how late I’ll be out.”

“Okay thanks mom!”

“I’m warning you Sarah, be back by ten… and you’re not allowed into his house until I meet him. Promise?”

“All right I promise.”

“okay bye hon., I love you.”

“you too, bye mom.”

Sarah handed back Brody’s phone with a grin.

“What’s your sentence?” He asked with a fake grimace.

“I’m yours ‘till ten.” She declared. He grinned widely and wrapped his arms around her waist, hoisting her up once more. “Breathe.” Was all he said. He kissed her intensely, as if when he stopped, she would disappear. She felt his tongue brush against her lips. She opened her mouth slightly; she could feel her face growing red. He had so much more experience than her it was embarrassing. His tongue brushed against hers briefly. She opened her eyes and pulled back in surprise.

“What?” he panted in annoyance.

“I don’t know what to do.” She murmured, her face still beet red. He kissed the corner of her mouth.

“Just follow my lead.” He said after swallowing. She watched his Adam’s apple bob once, and then shut her eyes. His lips were back on hers in no time. She felt so awkward. She didn’t know what to do. He pulled back this time.

“Relax, it’s no big deal.” His voice husky. His hot, moist breath against her ear made her blush again. She tried once more, trying to understand what his lead was. He explored the inside of her mouth with his tongue, his frequently rubbing up against hers; she tried the same, avoiding the roof of his mouth. She nearly gagged when she felt his tongue on hers. She pulled back slowly, but he leaned forward, he wanted more. His hands unconsciously tugged at her shirt. She abruptly pulled back, his tongue still hung from his mouth.

“What now? That was great?” he said, his voice lustful.

“How many girlfriends have you had Brody?” She asked unsure if she wanted to know the answer.

“Hey I’m clean I have nothing wrong with my body.” He said slightly offended, and covered her mouth with his. She sighed, her will power crumbled away.

kjc

no sex yet.

Sun, 02 Sep 2007 05:59:00 GMT

It was January 23^rd,

the time for schedule changes due to the end of the first semester. Many of the students had little to no changes in their schedule, except maybe from p.e. to an elective of their choice, or to take a higher or lower paced class. In Sarah’s case she was moving up to a junior math class. She was elated due to the sole fact that it increased her odds of getting into collage. She didn’t bother to stop and think that she wouldn’t have any one in her grade in that class. Even if she did stop to think about it, she wouldn’t have changed her mind. She saw the life her mother had and it was not the life she wanted for herself, she wanted better and knew the only way to get that was to go to collage. Unlike so many of her peers, she cared. She cared about her future. She would start class next Monday, leaving her a week to “tie up loose ends” or so her councilor so crudely put it. Natalie was more than unhappy about sarah’s decision to change math classes.

“But Natalie I'm trying to think about my future!” Sarah reasoned when it came time for her to leave.

“You have two more years before you need to think about your future.” Natalie said, thoughts of betrayal flooded her mind.

“Unlike you Natalie, I don’t have a trust fund to keep me on my feet, my mom can’t pay for collage, so I have to take any opportunity that I can to get ahead in life. I don’t want the life my mother has.” Sarah said full of anger now. Natalie was supposed to be her friend. Shouldn’t friends want the best for each other? Tears glistened in Sarah’s eyes as she gave her math teacher the sophomore book and left the room. Sarah managed to compose herself upon entering her new class. She thought she had the wrong room, for all but the teacher, the class was empty.

“M-Mr. Shew?” Sarah asked timidly as she approached the middle age man’s desk.

He looked up from his computer with a surprised look.

“OH you must be the sophomore!” he said with a delighted tone, but his face was strangely un changed. Sarah nodded.

“The fact that you are on time gave it away.” He chuckled. Sarah turned pink and shrank away.

“I’m not that early.”

“Oh I know, but most of my class floods through the door just before or after the bell rings.”

“oh…”

“Well let me see my seating chart… no…. no…. Ah perfect one opening! I hope you’re all right with a spot in the front?”

“Yes, that’s perfect, thank you.” Mr. Shew shook his head in amusement. “Underclassmen.” He mumbled under his breath and showed her to her seat. The class was arranged into three rows. As you entered the room, you were at the back of the class, to your left was the front. Sarah sat in the row closest to the door. The tables were big enough to fit two students. The teacher explained that occasionally he would allow them to work in teams of four. Every other table would turn around to work with their two new team mates. Sarah nodded, this was simple information yet the teacher treated her as if she were an incompetent oaf. Two students entered the class and went right to their seats. The bell rang and even more students flung themselves into the classroom for fear of being marked tardy. Then to Sarah’s dismay she heard an all too familiar voice. It took her a second to realize who owned it. Brody.

“Ah! I have a partner at last!” He said as he took a seat by Sarah, who was debating whether or not to go crawling back on all fours to her old classroom and begging Natalie for her forgiveness. All though Sarah had no reason to apologize in the first place. Brody leaned a little too close to Sarah than she thought was comfortable.

“Boy you look familiar.” He puzzled. Sarah smelled the faint trace of mint on his breath. She glared at him. He shrank back.

“Dodge ball… right?” He asked in a guilty yet entertained tone.

“yup.” Sarah replied.

“Well won’t this be an interesting semester.” Brody chuckled.

The teacher started them out with simple algebra as a warm up from winter break. The class teased seemed more like a bunch of friends as apposed to her other class, where the teacher was the instructor, seemingly dictator, and the students were scared underclassmen. She prayed that this new teacher wouldn’t bring up the fact that she was still a sophomore. He didn’t.

“I didn’t know you were a junior.” Brody muttered quietly to Sarah.

I’m still a sophomore. She wrote on the margin of her paper. Brody chuckled.

“I can tell.” He said, and then was suddenly pelted by a dry erase marker.

“Mr. Hoekstra, are you trying to corrupt your new partner already?” Mr. Shew accused, rather than asked.

“Not at all sir.” Brody answered in mockery. A good portion of the girls giggled at his remark. He flashed a toothy smile and brushed the hair from his face to see Sarah’s un amused reaction. Brody gave her a questioning look before quieting down.

“all right, if there will be no more distractions I’ll have every one turn to page twenty four and get started on problems three through seven.” Mr. Shew announced, and wrote the information on the board for the students who didn’t bother to listen to teachers any more.

“I hope you’re good at this.” Brody muttered to Sarah as he flipped through his abused text book.

“Why else would I be here?” Sarah spat back.

“Touche.” Brody chuckled.

Fri, 24 Aug 2007 23:54:10 GMT

"How could you talk to him like that?" Nataile asked in jelosy and awe, as she tied the laces to her shoes.
"It's simple. He's a jerk." Sarah said, her t's and M's sounding awkward due to her plugged up nose. The bleeding had stopped, but she didnt want to take any chances, for the time being, she had shoved a bunch of tissues into her nostrils.
"You're not going out in public like that are you?" natalie asked.
"why, do you not want to be seen with me?" sarah snapped. Natalie looked hurt.
"No, it's becasue Brody is waiting outside the locker room." She half whispered, as if her voice would be heard from behind the heavy metal door.
"GREAT." Sarah mumbled and pulled the tissues out carefully. She cleaned the blood from her lip and chin, pulled her hair down, and forced natalie out the door.
"Distract him." She whispered as she slammed the metal door shut. With luck, natalie could make him feel awkward and he would end up going to the parking lot instead of the assembly. She smoothed out her shirt, and took a deep breath, ready to run into the auditorium if need be. She pushed the door open, and darted out amongst the crowd of seniors and juniors, who towered over her, she was a mere five foot four. The door to the gym was open and free of any unwelcome visitors. She stepped out the door and into the growing sunlight. Her upperclassmen coverage dispersed and she beelined right to the auditorium. She silently praised natalie in her head. She took a seat right by the door for an easy exit in the auditorium and stared blankley at the stage. Natalie came running over to her.
"Wow." She said, her face flushed and a dazed expression on her face. Sarah payed no attention to natalies detail of her conversation with Brody. For a week afterwards Brody would always apologize to her when ever he passed bye, but it eventually turned into a joke for him and his friends. Then things calmed down and the regular routine of silence begain once more. That is untill it came time for winter break.

It was a miserable looking friday afternoon, school had just let out and sarah was in a hurry to get to the parkinglot where the busses waited. The teachers were espeically cruel at this time of the yearh, heaping on projects, papers and presentations. Her back pack was full, as were her arms.

Fri, 24 Aug 2007 17:37:19 GMT

first period p.e. was the horror she would start her day with. She was not an athletic gilr,so she found p.e. to be one of the many annoyances in her life. Along with the junior in the parkinglot, he was in her class and was a constant destraction. She rushed into the girl's locker room and changed from her nice school clothes to the un flattering p.e. clothes, which were nothing more than a large t-shirt and oversized swets. The other girls had cute gym outfits, but not her. Her mother wouldn't buy her things that were that expensive when her old clothes would be just fine. The girl shook her head. Long, sleek auburn hair fell in her face, it came to the middle of her back. She pulled it back into a ponytail. The only thing she was proud of was her hair. Her friend natalie jogged over to her, and they both went into the gym.
"Only eight more months!" Natalie whispered, and both girls giggled before running to their attendance spot on the rubber gym floor. It was only eight more months untill they were finished with p.e. once and for all. All the freshmen and sophomores were lined up, waiting for the teacher to come and instruct them to do some mindless warm up activity before the public humilation of team sports began. Most of the juniors were in attendance line as well, except for a small group of boys. They came out of the boys locker room, making quite a sceen, brody, the tall blonde had pulled the pants of his friend, an equally tall brunnete, down to his ankles and was hiding behind some terrified freshmen. Had it been any other student to pull something like that, they would be given detention. But seing as it was brody, the highschool god of sports, the teacher just rolled his eyes and continued to take attendance. It was people like him that brought out the worst of her. Natalie groaned beside her, and grabbed her arm.
"Isn't he amazing?" she asked, her voice full of awe. The girl rolled her eyes and gave a sarcastic response. She looked at him closely. He was rather attractive. His hair was almoast white blonde, and was about 4 inches long, but covered his eyes in the front. He had a toned muscular body, but he was incredibly pail. He looked like he was about 6'4" but she wasn't sure. She felt very ugly sitting in a room full of muscualr skinny girls with tight clothes that showed off their bodys, where she sat in frumpy mom clothes. The teacher blew his whistle and announced that, since today there was a manditory assembly wich would cut into first period, they would be playing dodgeball. A quiet groan spred through out the underclassmen section, where as the upperclassmen let out laughs of joy.
"C'mon sarah, lets go hide in the back." Natalie whispered and pulled the girl off the floor. Sarah nodded. The likely hood of all the underclassmen being picked off before class was over was a slim one. The class was divided into two, upperclassmen stood on the left, underclassmen to the right. Sarah grumbled quietly how P.E. teachers were miserable little people who only tormented studends because their own lives sucked, which made her and natalie burst into a fit if laughter. Unfortunatley the upperclassmen took that as a sighn of weakness and targeted them.
"Way to go sarah, you blew our cover!" natalie said with fake anger. Sarah gulped and ducked behind a freshman, who got nailed in the face by the foul smelling rubber dodgeballs. The freshman scampered to the side of the gym, where now more than 3/4ths of the underclassmen stood. It was a massacre, only about two of the upperclassmen were out. Sarah peeked out from behind her newest sheild, her friend bobby who was just as cowardly as her, only to check the time. If only she hadn't done that. Suddenly all she could see was red, and smell the awful rubber ball. Then pain erupted, starting from her nose and leaching out to the rest of her face. She slumped to the ground, her hand shot to her nose. There was blood. IF looks could Kill, brody would have dropped to the ground. He laughed at first, untill he saw that he had caused Sarah the misery of a bloody nose. The teacher blew his whistle.
"time's up. Go dress up and report to the auditorium."
Brody jogged over to sarah, nataile and bobby. Natalie turned bright pink at his arrival, boby shrank away and sarah glared.
"Sorry about that! are you okay?" he asked his voice containing little concern.
"Does it LOOK like i'm okay?" She said, her nose still dripping with blood. Brody cringed.
"i guess not. Look, let me take you down to the nurse's it's the least i can do." He said, extending out his arm. Natalie let out a little whimper of jelosy, that only sarah could hear.
"Drop dead." She grumbled and stormed off to the locker room.

Fri, 24 Aug 2007 07:34:46 GMT

It's strange how fragile life is. One moment the world could be in perfect balance, youu might be ligher than air, living a natural high from the wonderful life you are given. Then in the blink of an eye everything can change. Your once perfect world has been shattered into a million pieces with no chance of putting the pieces back together the way they once were. You struggle to pick them up, they slip through your fingers, leaving you to piece it back together all on your own. You find yourslef with something resembling the life you once knew, but deep within your heart you know it will never be as sweet and wonderful as the one you had grown accustomed to. Despair rises deep within your heart. Each day it slowly consumes you. It flows through you like a poison, affecting you and those arround you. You wish it could all just end, failing to see the light at the end of the tunnel, the possibility for happiness to exist once more. Your personality has changed and you realise the saying is true. YOu don't appreciate what you have untill it is taken from you. Not untill something truly awful happens does one truly apprecieate life and gain a new perspective on things.

The shrill howl of ambulance sirens pierced the silence of night. It cut through the dark like a knife. Hearing them had become a regular event these days, people rarely took notice of them any more. So coincidentally it makes perfect sence that when I found out the ambulance had something to do with my loved ones, it came even more of a shock to me than it should. It is a situation like this, that you always hear of happening to someone else. But to some one else, you are some one else. And i realised that life comes and goes in the blink of an eye. it is the most precious gift we can ever be given and it should never be taken lightly. As i stood in the street, watching him being lifted onto the strecher, i knew my life was never going to be the same. His eyes had lost the lustrous glint they once had, the indicator that he was so full of life. It was gone. I stood in a daze, the paremedics helped me onto the ambulance and we were wisked away to the nearest hospital. I stared at his body in a mix of hurt and shock. How could he still be doing that to himself? He had sworn to me that it would end. My emotions got the better of me, betrayal and anger flooded my conciousness. I could feel the hot tears stream down my face. The paramedic by my side mistook my tears of hurt as those of fear. He put his arm across my shoulder and spoke of Brody healing, and getting help, and being allright. I shook my head, my voice broke as i wailed, he had broken his promise. My life was on its way to ending.

I met Brody as a sophomore in highschool. He was a junior. we met in the most unconventional of ways.

A teenage girl, 16 years at the most, stepped off the crowded yellow schoolbus and headed towards the main building of her highschool. After three weeks into october she had finnaly gotten the swing of things. A squeel of rubber against the wet pavement caught her attention. she turned her attention to the upperclassmen parkinglot where she could see a tall blonde boy laughing from his beater car. She scoweld, knowing that he was too far away to see her face. First period P.E.

"Howcome you gasp every time you see me? It kinda' hurts 'ya know?"