'Friend Request' (OC Development)

Jeff sat there memorized by his computer screen, he'd been awake for 4 hours longer then he should have. It's two am, he has work tomorrow and trust me when i say it doesn't fill him with joy either. He cant bring his eyes to look away, his Sunday night had been pleasant until now. Until his eyes settled on his Facebook page.

'Friend Request'

Had never looked so insulting before, Jeff swallowed hard. He could feel the hot, sickening anger grow inside. His eyes locked on her fake blue ones, her profile picture was new. She'd dyed her hair and changed her style, maybe in hopes of forgetting their time together. How dare she! How dare she, after all this time she is trying to be his friend after what she did!

Jeff's fury was melting away, as her cover photo stabbed him hard in the chest. "Damn." A word murmured into the silence, although Jeff should be mad, her cover photo of the two at high school makes him realize  just how long it had actually been. She doesn't owe him anything, why should she apologize for the tears he shed for her all those years ago?

He grits his teeth, swallows his ego and mentally kicks himself as he clicks the painful 'accept'.

The Time In The Park.

Not fair. It's not fair. They always get to go on the big swings. I may be 8 years old but i'm no baby! They laugh victoriously as they place their black school shoes on the plastic seat, then beginning to rock themselves back and fourth to challenge air resistance in battle. They'd laugh at me saying things like "Your too small!" "You'll fall off." This is stupid. Yes, i have small, tiny hands and weak pathetic muscles but that doesn't mean my determination wont hold on for me!

I stick my tongue out at them, which is a pretty big deal in my house, i don't mean to be naughty but they really be-little me a lot and it gets under my skin. But heh, i have the slide which is a way cooler play thing then the swings if you think about it. My Nan is a kind angel, i think God sent her to us so i wouldn't end up planning world domination on my sisters, not that i have time for that anyway. Being 8 years old you have to make some hard decisions you know, sometimes Rugrats comes on the same time as Power Puff Girl, the decision is fatal!

 So, yeah my Nan is always there when my sisters egg me off, she even tires herself out by going on the slide with me, keeps me safe. The automatic nanny cushion! She also pushes me on the round-about which i can hold onto and do not fall off, even if my feet are dragging against the floor as long as my hands are securely on the cold metal bars then i'm still holding on.There's an abandoned house beside the park, Nan often says to not go in there because it's dangerous, cant be that bad or policeman Plod would of taken it down, silly Nanny.

The Meeting (OC Development)

I dragged my feet against the shiny floor of this 70's themed cafe. Ugh, old music. I direct myself towards the counter top, where the cashier glares at me UN-amused like I'd just ruined her whole life just by being there. I know i said i didn't care before, but the absence of my backpack  has left a chilling feeling on my back. I drum my fingers across the counter, trying to keep a straight face although i feel like my memories have been stolen from my mind. But it's just a backpack right, i shouldn't care. Right?

I just want to disappear, fade away into nothing. The silence of my thoughts is rudely interrupted as someone taps my shoulder , i turn around swiftly so quickly my shoes squeak in protest. Oh my gosh, why is there this stunningly beautiful human being acknowledging my existence let alone talking to me. I feel my throat go dry as her soft blue eyes gaze upon me, hidden behind thick black lashes. Her hair is tied back, out of her face, lips plumb and bright pink like flower petals. Geez, her cheekbones are sharp enough to cut yourself on, her skin is slightly tanned why am i looking? Stop it! But i cant help myself, collarbones so thick and whoa! She's got big-...ahem. Anyway, i better stop staring or she'll think I'm some pervy weirdo. "Uh, Yes?" I said softly unsure how to act around such an angel.
She gave me a warm smile, her eyes closed before opening once more . "Hello, my name's Scarlet." She force-ably shook my hand all while smiling. "Is this yours?" To my absolute surprise she held up my lost-now found backpack. I held it close to my chest like part of me had been returned. "Hehe , actually i know it's yours because i saw it get taken from you." She explained, all while i tried to focus on anything but her lips. I looked up to her like she was my Savior , heh if I'm honest if she was a goddess I'd defiantly attend church more.

"Thank you,...did you...beat the guy up?" I asked in slight disbelief that a woman that looked so delicate could actually cause damage. "Oh, heavens no, my bodyguard dealt with him for me." She stated, she must of heard the uncertainty in my voice because she then said "Do you think i cant take him on?" Her eyes a now challenging dark blue.
"Uh no, course not!"  I exclaimed , I'd never seen or met someone like her so i was determined to make a good first impression, or at least get her number. "Wait, you have a bodyguard ? That would suggest your important." I stated,
"And your not important?" She asked,
"No." I immediately responded, she looked at me for a moment, the confused look on her face was morphed into a forced smile. "Well, it was nice meeting you, have a good day." She left in a hurry, probably thought i was weird, she didn't even know my name and i didn't ask why she helped me. All these questions screaming inside my head for answers. My palms felt sweaty as i adjusted my backpack comfortably back in it's rightful place. A certain burst of reassurance and happiness settled inside me, why thought? it was just a backpack. That woman sure was mysterious but i guess angels don't need to explain themselves. Maybe I'll see her again, or maybe i wont. Who cares? i defiantly don't, and since this story is about me neither should you.

The Thing In The Back Garden

When you're young,
you spend a lot of time with friends.
Not me.
I preferred the company of only myself.

I'd sit in the garden for hours,
my imagination painting a whole new world just for me.
But this thing was not from my mind,
it was new and sat at the back of the garden.

Curiosity seeped through me as i timidly got closer,
it was spikey to touch but intriguing.
It didn't attack me or growl,
it just stood about taller than me swaying gently to nature's tune.

It was cute, so i asked it to dance.
Grabbing hold of its thin branches i began swaying and twirling myself,
around it like the earth around the sun.

We danced and it was so much fun,
i wanted to show him to mummy and daddy,
but his body was sealed to the ground so he could not move.

This made me very sad,
but i promised him i'd always come out and dance after nursery.
i kept this promise, well...that was until we moved house.

Second Choice

"If Danielle said no, i would have definitely asked you out." 

The burst of joy only lasted for a moment,
before his words settled deep in my heart.
It stung , a burning sensation,
that made my insides quiver with disappointment.
He'd gone inside to leave me in blind happiness,
unaware of the fact behind his words.
Or so he wouldn't have to face my saddening face,
as i dawned on the harsh honesty he'd given me.

I'd wasted my time thinking about you,
I'd wasted my time worrying about you,
I'd wasted my life caring about you.

My dream, my fantasy blew out like a dying flame,
and my reality was set in stone.
But i sucked in my sadness and stood tall,
i wont give you the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

And you know what? I'm no one's second choice!

My Companion. (First Draft)

My First Draft.

The sadness i felt was too deep for me to handle,
my hands shook in fear as the loneliness settled comfortably in my heart.

My best friend lay there lifeless and so empty,
he wasn't responding, why wouldn't he respond?
What had she done?

What has she done to him to make him too weak to respond to me?
I don't understand.

My mother grasped his rigid body and carried him,
i prayed God would give him back to me.

She retrieved her special box and unraveled the magic cloth,
and began wrapping it around his scorched eye.

A moment of painful silence touched my ears,
then the sound of sniffling,whimpering and crying erupted from my trembling lips.

But then my eyes widened as i felt the soft reassurance.
 and the tender existence comfort me.

I reached my tiny hands towards his fluffy coat,
pulling him close to my heart, my companion.

I wouldn't be alone.

I held the tip of his floppy ear and whispered "Stitch..your back."
Letting my tears stain his face, i knew he was happy to see me too.