Concrete AngelConcrete Angel9 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Angela Grace Carter stared at the steps to her school. It was hardly a week into the second quarter of her second grade year. She sighed as she shuffled towards the looming doors that led to the academic maze. This was her one escape from the hell she lived at home.
She quietly walked to her homeroom, eyes staring at the floor and her pair of old, dirty sneakers. She switched her gaze a little higher as she neared room 47, her eyes finding the frayed hem of the tattered dress she had worn to school the day before.
She slipped into her class unnoticed, as usual. She slid into her seat and slumped down, hiding in her ever present shadow. She cautiously pulled out the homework she had managed to finish in the dead of night just hours before. Glancing about, she uncrumpled it and smoothed it out, sighing as she looked over the recycled paper. This was her fifth time using this particular sheet, her past assignments faintly showing up in the lines that had escaped her small eraser.
A Child AbusedMelissa was in my 4th grade class. She was the sweetest girl any one could ever be blessed to meet, and she was my best friend. I will never forget her, not even now that she's gone.A Child Abused6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When I first met Melissa, she looked so sad. Actually, she often looked sad, but I will never forget that dejected look on her face that bright Monday morning when I first saw her. She walked with her head down, golden brown hair sheltering her face, hands clutched tightly around her little red lunchbox. When I approached her, she seemed surprised, but she smiled. I noticed she was missing her two bottom teeth. Melissa told me she was new to the area; her mother had moved them there after remarrying a man from the local police station. As we walked to school, I noticed her fidget with her sleeves a lot, wrapping them tightly around her thumbs. I figured she was just shy.
I sat next to her in class, and it always warmed me when she smiled over at me. But something in her eyes...they hurt me. They looked so
butterfly wings s h a t t e r.In my own six-year-old way, I idolized you.butterfly wings s h a t t e r.7 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I loved seeing you and I wished I could be like you. Most of the memories I have from those days have you weaved inside their depths somewhere. I don't even know if they're real to you, but they're real to me. Even if every single one of those memories never really happened, so instead they're just mere dreams, they're everything to me. They're my childhood in a nutshell, at least, the outside of the shell.
On the inside it was rotten as the eggs laid by the dead sparrows in the broken trees. I don’t remember a time in which there was no yelling, and the only time I can remember the taste of something other than fear in my mouth is the times I used to read to the blob they call my sister, back when she was still an Innocent. I used to carry every Little Golden Book from my room and stack them on the kitchen floor. I'd squeeze into the middle and make her sit next to me, in some strange contraption. Then I'd read to her, book after book,
Happy MaskI feel so numb,Happy Mask7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
deep down inside.
Must I succumb?
Must I hide?
Must I hide,
using this Mask?
Put all feelings aside,
Use 'Happy' as a mask?
Why is 'Happiness' such a task?
For other to Believe?
So I can Deviate from their questions?
So they could be Decieved?
And why must they be Decieved?
Must I allow for the gloom to show?
or keep inside the agonising grief,
and hide what they must never know.
im sorry dadIm so sorry,im sorry dad10 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
if I could say these words to u I would,
if I could say one final word,
if I could spend one final minute,
if I had one chance to say how I feel,
if I had one last sentence to say to 2 u,
now I no the times weve been thro,
I no through thick n thin weve been thro,
I no when I was a child,
we got on so well,
you would lift me up high and spin me around,
you would tuck me in at night,
you would rock me to sleep in your arms,
all the good times we spent together,
u always made me laugh just to comfort me,
every night you would come in my room just to say how Im your special daughter,
and say how much u loved me and always would,
its since Ive got older things have changed,
Ive realized what your really like,
now every night I fall asleep and this is all I think about,
I wish I could b a child again,
so I didnt understand you and mom arguing,
I would be asleep dreaming of toys,
now I sit in my room just crying and crying listen to u n