Just another writer's Stories

Secretly

2008-08-29T00:36:21Z

He looked skeptical, but still smiled.
“How bout I come in for a few min, get you settled, then I’ll leave.”
Brandi smiled “Sure,”

She went and made herself comfy on the couch.
“Hey..” she started.
Brandon looked at her, “Hmm?”

“Don’t say anything..”

“About being over here? Oh I won’t. I don’t wanna get you in trou-”

“No Brandon..I mean about the fight.”
He looked confused, “What? No, I’m telling my dad and your parents need to know and-”

“No Brandon don’t..I can’t handle that kind of mess right now.” Brandon was about to say something again but she took his hand.
“Please?”

He breathed a sigh of defeat. He looked down and shook his head.
“Alright Brandi, alright.”
She smiled in relief “Thank you,”

He looked up and smiled, “You’s a little bit on the crazy side girl. Gettin yourself mixed up in shi- er, stuff like that.”

She smiled at his sudden choice of vocabulary, “Haha I’m known for it.”

Caringly

2008-08-27T01:00:49Z

She couldn’t resist resting her head on his shoulder, and her forehead was pressed slightly against his neck.
“Dang Brandi, you’re freezin,” he commented.
“I think you’re just extra warm,” she replied sleepily.
He laughed “Fair enough.”

Brandon rang the doorbell.
Brandi shook her head, “My parents aren’t home.”
He set her on her feet, though not letting go of her waist.

“They should be home tonight, I have key,” she said pulling it out of her pocket. She unlocked the door and turned off the alarm.

“Where’s Tommy?”
Tommy was her little brother.
“I think he’s at soccer practice or something i don’t know,” her voice faded off.

“Well I don’t like leaving you here by yourself,” said Brandon, “but then again I don’t want to get you in trouble for ‘havin a boy over with no parents home’ “

For the first time that day she looked straight into his eyes. They were so dark and brown. They had this inexplicable honest look to them.
“I’ll be fine,” she whispered

Sweetly

2008-08-26T23:29:49Z

“Brandi..Brandi wake up,” hummed the deep voice. She woke up again, but refused to sit up. But suddenly she had to; Brandon stood up in the aisle.
“C’mon I’ll help you,” he said taking her arm and putting it around his shoulder. They hobbled their way off the bus, but just before they got off, Brandi heard the bus driver “You take good care of her now, ya hear?”
“Yes sir,” replied Brandon’s strong voice.

Once they had gotten to the driveway, Brandi stopped.
She focused on what she had to say first so she wouldn’t studder so bad, “Okay, you don’t live anywhere around here…I think. So why are you, here?”

“I wasn’t just goin leave you there after you dove in the middle of that shit for me,”
“Watch your mouth,” Brandi interuppted.
He smiled and shook his head, “My bad.”
Brandi started to walk up the driveway but her legs gave out and she would’ve fell to the pavement if Brandon’s arm hadn’t still been around her.
“Hey now, you just take it easy,” he said as he easily picked her up in his arms.

Confusedly

2008-08-26T02:03:13Z

She opened her eyes, feeling like she’d been asleep forever. But she felt herself moving up and down unsteadily. She focused in on what she was looking at. She was on the school bus.
“Wha..” she mumbled before a shocking pain pounded her head and cheek bone.
She sat up too quickly, feeling the pain.
“Oh good you’re awake,” said that same deep voice. Then she felt another hand besides her own on her cheek.

“You got banged up pretty badly out there.”

Brandi finally turned her head and saw Brandon sitting next to her, and she realized she must have been laying on his shoulder.

Her mind was still jumbled up with thoughts, and she knew that was the look being conveyed on her face.

“Try not to think about things, ok? I’m gonna get you home, and after you get better I’ll answer anything you ask. But for now just rest.”

She distortedly nodded her head, and she helplessly fell against his shoulder again. She felt his hand around her shoulder before she fell asleep.

I Can't Tell You Why

2008-08-26T01:32:37Z

Today was one of my thinking days.

don’t know how else to explain it.

it was foggy and rainy all day, and i loved that.

when i got home i tied up my hair in a red ribbon and put my warm white hoody on

I isolated myself with hmwk but hardly payed attention to it cause i was lookin out the window, day dreaming and

thinking about people…why they do things, who they do them for. what makes people, people.

and then there’s this new friend of mine, don’t know why, but i want to know how he thinks about things, i wanna know how he looks at people, what he sees.

the song for this day is ‘I can’t tell you why” by the Eagles

i can’t tell you why, but it just is..it has that laid back sense with strong feeling too.

Stumbling

2008-08-21T21:16:57Z

“HEY!” screamed a different deep voice.
After a few seconds, Brandi rolled over trying to make sense of what she was seeing. A fight?
Suddenly her eyesight was clear.

It was Brandon.

Brandon had grabbed Clint’s shirt collar and thrown him against a pole, but then Clint swung one right in Brandon’s gut.

Brandi could hear herself breathing, inside her head. She hated colds.

She made herself get up and she stumbled her way in the fight. With whatever strength she had left, she used to it to get in the middle of those two. She tried to scream the words ‘STOP IT’, but air was all the came out. She felt a three more bruising pains before she felt her feet come off the ground.

Out of Nowhere

2008-08-21T21:04:37Z

After putting her bookbag in her seat on the bus, she ran back out there.
“Hey Brandi you alright?” Kelsey asked.
“Fine.”
Kelsey understood that she needed to leave, so she ran on the bus.
Clint was just standing there smiling.
“What is with you?”
“I don’t like you avoiding me.” he smiled.
“You are SO immature! I told you I wasn’t avoiding you and you just poured water all over my hea-”
“You are TOO avoiding me!”
“If I was avoiding you, I wouldn’t be talking to you right now!” she waved her hands in the air before placing them on her hips.
“Yes huh! You could just feel bad afterwards.”
“If I was avoiding someone, then I wouldn’t CARE ! Gah Clint you’re almost 20! Grow UP! This is ridiculous! You’re ridiculous!”

Clint hit her.

Out of nowhere, he striked her right across the face so hard she fell against the pavement.

A Girl Unnoticed

2008-08-21T20:43:28Z

She sniffled loudly as she got more annoyed with her cold. Only I could get a cold in August. She trudged along to her bus thinking about, somethin or another.
“I’m gonna feel bad about this,” said a voice next to her. She looked to find one of her old friends. Yes, old. He was cool at first, funny too. But not a day before had he expressed the way he really felt about her, & it made it akward.
“Oh hey Clint. Feel bad about what?” she asked not looking at him.
“This,” he smiled & threw water from his water bottle all over her.
“What the heck!?” she tried to yell, but her soar throat wouldn’t let her.
“That’s for avoiding me this morning,” he laughed.
“I didn’t even see you this morning!” she choked out annoyed that she looked like she’d just came out of the pool.
“How could you not? I was waving at you!”
Then her best friend Kelsey came off the bus, seeing what happened.
“She’s mad at me,” Clint explained as the girl got on the bus.
“Well maybe you shouldn’t poor water on her head!”

My Thoughts

2008-08-19T02:00:46Z

I wish I could make myself not think of these things

all they do is depress me.

everyone thinks i’m alright, and that’s because i am.

it’s only when i’m alone that i let the music from my black ipod

take over, and let those horrid thoughts run all through me head

i don’t know if this is supposed to make me stronger,

or if it is just flat out hurting every piece of me.

i can’t find peace anywhere anymore.

i feel like i’m always running in my mind.

like i’m never satisfied

like all the nice things people say, all the “how are you’s?”

all the “you mean so much to me’s”

all the everythings,

mean nothing if i’m not loved the way i need to be.

My Thoughts

2008-08-19T01:54:27Z

I wish I could make myself not think of these things

all they do is depress me.

everyone thinks i’m alright, and that’s because i am.

it’s only when i’m alone that i let the music from my black ipod

take over, and let those horrid thoughts run all through me head

i don’t know if this is supposed to make me stronger,

or if it is just flat outing hurting every piece of me.

i can’t find peace anywhere anymore.

i feel like i’m always running in my mind.

like i’m never satisfied

like all the nice things people say, all the “how are you’s?”

all the “you mean so much to me’s”

all the everythings,

mean nothing if i’m not loved the way i need to be.

Just Me.

2008-08-14T02:21:56Z

Today made me shaky.

it made me realize how fast you can lose someone.

how hard it hits you when you realize how much you’ll miss them

how much it really upets you that the simple things won’t be there anymore.

walking by yourself lets you think.

thinking about things you wouldn’t think of otherwise.

thinking of things you shouldn’t think of otherwise.

not crying almost seems impossible these days.

being strong for someone else has a total new meaning.

and the word “love” never meant so many things, whether you have it or not.

idk what i'm doin writin this

2008-08-11T22:11:03Z

She unlocked the door and stepped in her house. The wooden floors made her voice echo as she called out “Hello?”

But nobody was home except her. She smiled and whispered “Yes.”

She loved being home alone. It was freedom she rarely got.

She popped a Stevie Nicks album in the CD player in the kitchen. She turned it up all the way, something she rarely got to do. She put it on Edge of Seventeen.

She had never really listened to the words before, and this time was no different. She just liked the mysterious voice of Stevie, and the song itself.

She made

Facing Anna

2008-08-10T23:13:00Z

“I’m gonna have to take you in with me son.”
“Can I just go back up to my room first to explain things to my girl? She’s here in the hospital.”
“I’ll have to walk with you. I can’t let you out of my site.”
Jack nodded & they both headed up to Anna’s room.
“Jack what is going on? You tell me right now or so help me-”
“Shh hey calm down,” Jack said taking her hand, but she yanked it away & folded her arms.
“Well?”
“There was a man in our hotel room & he was rumaging through our stuff. We got in a fight & there was knife involved so he’s gotta take me in.”
Anna put the pieces together.
“Jack…” her face grew pale, but she knew if she mentioned that Jack had planned to hurt Lance, Jack would go to jail for sure.
“I love you. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Jack kissed her forehead.
As mad as Anna was she couldn’t help it. She grabbed his shirt & pulled him back in & kissed his lips. She didn’t know when she’d see him again. Jack ran his thumb across her cheek & smiled.
He kissed Taylor’s head & left.

Warren

2008-08-10T03:38:11Z

Jack was placed in a small room alone with a detective.
“Alright what’s your name son?”
“Jack Dunn.”
“What’s your middle name?”
“Isaiah.”
“I’m Detective Warren,” he said scribbling things down on paper. “What exactly happened?”

“I went to my hotel room and I found a man in there in the bathroom. He was going through all of our stuff. So I snuck up behind him and pulled him to the ground with my bare hands. But he pulled out a knife and stabbed my leg. Then I pulled his leg in and he fell to the ground. I pulled the knife out of my leg and stabbed it in his chest but I know for a fact I didn’t stab his heart or his lungs because I took a lot of health classes in highschool. And I also took a lot of outside classes about safety and life saving procedures. I wanted to be a firefighter but that never worked out. But all the memory stayed. So I knew where to stab him and it wouldn’t do anything but hurt him and make him bleed.”

Detective Warren just stared at Jack with his mouth slightly open.

Back at the Hospital

2008-08-10T03:21:34Z

Within minutes the ambulance came. Jack got in too and rode back to the hospital.

But he didn’t follow Lance into his room. He went to the bathroom to fix himself up so he wouldn’t look like he’d just put a knife in someone’s chest. Then he headed up to Anna’s room.

“Where have you been?”
“I just ran back to the hotel.”
Anna figured he’d went to pay the bill or check on the room or something .
“Taylor’s been sleeping good this whole time,” Anna smiled.
“That’s good,” Jack tried smiling.
“So what’s this newspaper project Randy had you working on?”
“Oh well he-”
“Excuse me sir? We need you on the floor below us,” a nurse interuppted.
Anna looked confused. “Why do you need him down there?”
The nurse looked at Jack. “Aren’t you the boy who rode in the ambulance with man who got stabbed?”
“What?!?” Anna asked horrified.
Jack didn’t even look at Anna.
“Yes.”
“Well we need you down here to answer some questions,” then she turned to Anna, “He’ll be back shortly miss.”