Melody's Stories

dear dumb diary...

2008-04-08T22:14:11Z

Dear dumb diary,
(I call you dumb because I dont think writing in one is very manly( Yes dumb diary your newest writter is a boy a boy named sue)(Not like the song!!))
Ah the open road it is truly open and road like. Of course for this meaning to truly kick in you have to well… drive on it. Not a Street or Avenue or Lane and dont even get me started on Freeways! Yes the open road oh boy! I am writing these things in my diary (dumb diary to be exact) because I am officaly 16 thats right the big one six. Not old enough to drink but old enough to get hit by a drunk driver.
Sure my first day by myself I was lucky enough to win a nice yellow ticket on the front of my car( all the other drivers were obviously jelous DUH !) yes i am talking about a parking ticket. I felt the need to clarify because well you are my dumb diary. Well i got to go dumb diary i have a party to drive, yes drive to, and you are not invited!

Missing one Purpose.

2008-02-28T01:29:01Z

Missing one purpose…. This was all I could think of. And it was true. What is my purpose. What will I do while I am here in this small town I had lived in my whole life. In every book that I have read it tells of some kid my age that sets of on a huge advanture. From the city to the deep south something exciting is going on right? Then again I havent heard of any real adventures in my world. Mabye thats why I practicly live in the library reshelve books every chance I get. Read at night untill my eyes burn. Fail my classes because all I can do is read. I find solice in the fact that I am not alone in this matter. My friend lives in the corner of the universe next to mine. Sure there are others who read… for a grade.
Can a purpose really be to simply read to read? No I thought it cant be. That is why I am driving to the keys with my one true friend when i am a senior to find the meaning of our lifes together. They have to be intwined right?

Masquared ball

2007-12-14T00:31:02Z

The smiles that had hurt me more than the fighting or days of coming home to scilence. The smiles that were more deadlly than the posion of a scorpion.The smiles that were the icing on the fake love. I wanted to burn away those days. To get rid off them almost as if it was a bad dream. Those days were not just bad dreams that I would forget though. These feelings and horrible memories had been etched into my skin. Always there, always waiting to be seen for anyone who knew the meaning of the words. Like a tattoo gone bad, I hoped and prayed that no one could see it or knew what it meant. If they did know they meaning to those horrid cryptic words. I hoped that they would find the end of it soon. And when they did they would never have to see another fake smile that said it was ok, or said it would be over soon. The smile that promised hope, and then blew it out like a candle. For everyone like me I hoped that their masquared ball would end soon, and then the maskes would be taken off.

Masquared ball

2007-12-14T00:30:41Z

Whales Tales

2007-12-10T22:08:12Z

Ok people i got one word for ya- WHALES ! Yes they are important I am one I should know. I am currently under that yatch of yours watching you shoot champange corks in my water!Not cool.You may not think I am as interesting or important as your deckboy is.( I know you like him its a whale thing.)But trust me I know you all have heard the “global warming dont litter or you will kill all things wild” sales pitch. Trust me I understand it gets old no obvious effects right? Well I can give another reason why you should treat whales with respest! Imagine this you want to go snorkeling in that beautiful reef off the beach so you decide to do it. You jump off the boat and it feels like you are swimming in rice!Eww. That so called rice is my dinner lunch breakfast and snack if youre into that. I am talking about the plankton its all around you in youre hair in you ears in you snorkel (ha ha now its your snack of the day). I eat it. So keep this and many other lovely whales alive. You will appriciate it! Gracias!

Masquared ball

2007-12-10T22:07:38Z

I sat there staring at the flight attendent trying to be cheery while passing out peanuts. Which are probably at least a few days old. I considered to ask her what the point is to wear a fake smile when she really was upest or angry. I had given that up about a year ago when my parents had started fighting. They to would wear the fake smiles. Almost as if they lived at a masquerade ball, and carried around that smile as if it would protect me. From what? I would often wonder. After all it wasnt like I didn’t know. They would scream then look at me, and smile. One day I had finally had enough. I walked in on them fighting and told them to just drop it. I was living in a whilrlpool. Circling around and around the the real heart of it, and no matter what I would eventually die trying to get out. Or I would just hit the middle of it at last. I told them how I would rather go out. They looked at me and finally dropped those horrible smiles.