Final Project (story that I didn' finish because it's already so long)

Getting out of bed has been a chore lately. Leaving the comfort of slumber, and being taken way from dream world, where everything is made of rainbows and gumdrops, and I'm a famous author who lives in the heart of London, and he still loves me. In dream world, his arm are attached to my hip, and his eyes don't wander. But, I don't live dream world; no one lives in dream world. I live in reality, with everybody else, with Charlie.
Ever since I've been alone, I have stopped trying. I used to get up early in the morning to do my hair for Charlie. I hid my eyes under gallons of eyeliner because Charlie liked it. I always dressed my best for Charlie. My whole world revolved around Charlie, but now that he's gone my world revolves around nothing. It's spinning absentmindedly in space with no purpose or goal.
Walking to my car (five minutes late for school because I just don't care anymore), I think about how Carlie is probably just entering cemistry class now. He's probably taking his binder out of his Under Armor backpack, and not even trying to find a pen. He's probably turning around at this very second, asking the beutiful Jennifer Connors for a pen, and she's probably smiling at him because she isn't just the girl who sits behind him in chem. She the other girl.
In a dreamlike stance, I drive to Roosevelt High Shool. I'm so removed that I don't even remember driving there. I do remember parking, though, because I saw Charlies's new Ford Escalade in his usual parking spot. Anything that reminds me of Charlie makes my brain ring like alarm clock, and my heart beat too hard, and my legs turn to jello. And I remember going to my locker because even though it's been weeks now, I still have those pictures of us from the photobooth at the Steamtown Mall. It hurts to look at them, but it hurts even more when I think about taking them down.
"CeCe!" I heard from down the hallway. Crap, I'm really not in the mood for this, I thought to myself. I turned around to face Alvin, and I couldn't help but smile. He's been my best friend ever since the first day of preschool when I was all upset that I forgot my lunch at home and we went 'halfsies' on his peanutbutter and jelly sandwich. When Charlie left me out in the middle of a rainstorm with out a jacket, all my friends left with him. And now I'm here in the middle of the hallway wearing unattractive sweats and a hoodie that's way too big for me, staring at this tall and lanky boy that's running down the hallway.
"CeCe! CeCe! I got it! I got it! We went to the dealer yesterday, and I drove it to school! Come see, come see! It's in the parking lot."
"Ugh," I sigh. "Are you talking about the green El Camino?"
"Yes! I found it in the dealer near Elm Street. It was just there, like it was waiting for me. I swear it was magical. It's like me and this car were meant to be. Me and Sully are going places, literally."
"Al, I told you that naming cars are not cool. Cars are not people, and they do not need names. Especially, if you want to name a car Sully. Nothing should be named Sully."
"CeCe, stop being such a downer. Cars need names because they are apart of the family. You name dogs, and dogs aren't people." We started walking down the hall. I think class started, like, ten minutes ago. Maybe, I should just skip that class altogether. It's just math, anyways.
"Touche," I say.
"You back down so easily. You didn't even put up a fight," he said as he swooped his bangs out of his eyes. "And now that I have a car, you know what that means, right?"
"Alvin, I think that you should go to clas-"
"ROAD TRIP! Road trip, road trip, road trip. It's gonna be great. Just me and you and Sully and the open road. And it's perfect timing. Spring break is next week and that's what spring break is all about. Beaches, beer, and the open road. I need this. Cecilia, you know you need this road trip." As he turned around to walk down the hallway, he turned around and said, "Think about it, CeCe."
I stared at him until he turned to corner. And suddenly I was alone, standing in the middle of the hallway, surrounded by complete silence. Maybe this road trip was all I needed to turn the silence into a symphony, but maybe I don't want a symphony just yet.

That night, lying in bed, I stared at the ceiling and I was think about Alvin and Charlie and Sully and the 'open road.' I was thinking about how when I saw Charlie in study hall and he was chewing on his pen. I always told him that he shouldn't do that because the ink would, one day, explode in his mouth. He didn't listen to me, he didn't care about the ink explosion in the future, and he didn't care about me.
I thought about what this road trip with Alvin would mean. It would mean sleeping in a car, and eating take out, and waiting to get to where we're going, and where are we planning to go, anyways. I don't think that it really matters to Al. He thinks of it more of a journey, and not a destination, which is so clique that it might make me barf. I thought about why I wouldn't go on this trip, and the reasons were infinite (I'd rather be sleeping, and moping, and sleeping some more, and eating ice cream). The reason to go on the trip is beacuse Alvin wants me, too. And when I think about it, sleeping is not a very productive way to spend your time. As I slowly drifted off, I think about Sully, and the infinite number of possiblities.

The days passsed as they have been for a while now, like a world wind of unimportant moments where the highlight is falling asleep for the night, and traveling to the world of dreams. Friday came faster than I expected it to. I began to question the calender. Walking into school, and for the first time in a long time, I wondered what was going to happen today,and for the next few days.

I waited at my locker a little longer than I would have normally, hoping Alvin would be there because deep down in my heart, I want to go with him, but my love for charlie shuts up that part of my heart everytime. He didn't come. Maybe he forgot about the road trip, and maybe he invited someone else, someone who was able to have fun, and not someone who was ging to cry herself to sleep. This was the only thing that I was looking forward to today because it was mystery. Was I going to go on the roadtrip? Only time could tell. I was too disappointed to do anything today, so I went through the back door of the school and dragged my feet all the way to my car. I unlocked to door and laid down the back seats, and fell asleep. I arrived in the world where Charlie loved me more than I loved him.

How long was I sleeping? I really don't know. I could have been for fifteen minutes, or fifteen days. As long was as I was concerned, I was dancing in a garden of roses, dancing with him, and "The Way You Looked Tonight" by Frank Sinatra was playing on loop. That's Charle and me's song. That was the song that we danced to at his cousin, Billy's, wedding. And it was at that time that I knew that I was going to marry him, and I'd love him until we lost our hair, and took ten pills each morning. I woke up to the slow rock of the world around me. It was like it trying to rock me back to sleep, and I didn't deny them of that pleasure. I wanted to be sleeping, anyways. It felt like I've been sleeping for days, months, years. My hibernation ended and my eyes opened, but I was still in my would, and the world was still slowly rocking. So I just lied there thinking about how much I want to go with Alvin, but Charlie is holding me here. Here at school, and here at home, and here sleeping.

I sat up, stretching after months of hibernation. I wonder if school's over yet, and I wonder if night has fallen yet, and I wonder if it's summer yet. "Good Morning." I stared at Alvin with amazement. Is this real? "Alvin!" I screech.
"Yes," he says. I can only see the back of his head, but I know that he's smirking.
"Alvin! Why are you driving my car?"
"We're going on a road trip."
"Alvin! Are you kidding me? WHAT ARE YOU DOING DRIVING MY CAR?! Oh, my god! ALVIN! Take me back! TAKE ME BACK!"
"You want to go back?"
"Yes, Alvin. I want to go back." Is he serious, I thought to myself. Is he seriouly kidnapping me? This is, basically, kidnapping.
"Well, it's going to take, like six hours, but, yeah we can go back."
"You've been driving for six hours? Al, are you kidding me? I've been sleeping for like twelve hours? And you didn't wake me up? For six hours! I don't care how f***ing long it's going to take us to get back. Take me he home, Al."
"CeCe, come one. It's going to be fun, and you've haven't had fun in a long time. I miss the old you that liked to do stuff other than sleep. Come on. Let's do this. Live a little, CeCe."
I jumped into the passenger seat from the back, and looked at Alvin. He looked disappointed in me, like my love for Charlie has affected him or something. "I have," I told me. "And it was brilliant. Yeah. I remember it, it was really good."
"Yeah?" He turned to look at me.
"Yeah, I have!"
"I don't remember it."
"You weren't there."
"I think I was, a long time ago."
"Yeah. It was a long time ago." I think about life before Charlie, which is not as easy as it seems. Was there even life before him? Well, there was late nights at the playground behind my house, and the summer Alvin and I went to seven concerts, and all those times that we played Mario Kart on his GameCube. I remember that I was always Mario and he was always Luigi. I always beat his butt, but it was still so much fun anyways.
"Come on, CeCe. Look at me." His big, brown eyes were staring at me. Teasing me. "Do you really want me to turn around?

I've been driving Sully for the past four hours. It's now 1 AM, and Alvin is sleeping in the passenger seat next to me. He said that he could keep driving, but I could see his eyes twitching with slumber, and, even though he tried his hardest to hide them, I could see his yawns. Now I'm driving in the silence, in the pitch black. Everyone else is in dream world, but I'm in reality. Driving to the shore. I've figured out that we would get there at ten at night. I looked over again at Al. He's leaning against the door, his feet a couple of inches away from my leg. He's been sleeping for a while now, and he's deep in dream world. I wonder where his dream world is. I smile when i think about Al swimming in a bowl of ice cream, or dancing with Megan Fox. I don't think we could ever really guess another person's dream world, though. I would never tell anyone about my dream world because it's a secret palce that takes me to the world I wish I could be. With Charlie. Charlie. Wow. I haven't thought about Charlie in a while. It's been four hours since. Four hours. I think that's a record for me. Even though, I try to hold myself back, I can't help but to think about Charlie, sleeping in bed with his Superman pajama pants, slightly snoring. I wonder where his dream world is. One thing for sure, I know I'm not in it.

"CeCe. I'm getting hungry. I need some breakfast," said Alvin at nine that morning after he woke up. "Think we passed a diner a couple of minutes ago. Let's turn around. " We were driving through a small town, and it was the first town we passes through our whole trip that I know of.
"We can't, Al. We have to keep driving. We are almost to the beach. We can't drive off coarse." My stomach was telling me turn around and get a cheese omelet, but my heart is telling me to keep driving. I need to get to the beach. I know that I'll find something there, but I'm just not sure what it is yet.
"Do you really have to think about whether to turn around or not? Come on. If I don't eat anything soon , I'm going to throw up,and I'll throw up on top of you, and you'll smell like hungry throw up for days, maybe years, and then I'll throw up again."
"Oh my god, you're such a drama queen," I smile.
"Yes, I am. It's like a superpower. Superman can fly, Spiderman can walks on walls, Flash can run at the speed of light, and I can be a drama queen, which I use to get people to do what I want them to do. It's like the force, I swear."
I laugh all the way to the Broadway Diner.

"Yes, I'll have the chocolate chip pancakes with beacon," said Al to the waitress. Her hair was too big for her head, and her lips were too red for ther complextion.
"The chocolate chip pancakes don't come with beacon," she said as she rolled her eyes. I wonder how long she's been working here and how many times she had to tell customers, that"the chocolate chip pancakes don't come with beacon."
"Well, can you just get me a plate of beacon on the side?"
"Sure, how many pancakes did you say you wanted?"
"Um, can I have six?"
"Okay," she said. "And for you?" she said as she looked at me.
"Yeah, I'll have a vegetable omelet."
"Okay, so a vegetable omelet, six chocochip pancakes, and a plate of beacon. Is there anything else?"
"Nope, we're fine."
After she was out of earshot, I glared at Al. "What's wrong with you?" I said.
"What?" he said with his mouth full of whipped cream from his hot chocolate.
"Six pancakes? Seriously? She must think that you're a six thousnd pound man. It's so embarrassing."
"That makes absolutely no sense. First of all, I was able to get into this place in the first place. A six thousand pound man would not be able to get through the door, let alone into this booth. Second of all, would a six thousand pound man have these muscles?" He pulled up his sleeve, and flexed, but there really wasn't anything there.
"Ooo. Look at those guns. How much do you bench? Like three pounds?"
"Excuse you. I bench ten pounds."
"Ha Ha. But seriously, did you see the waitress when you said that you wanted six pancakes. She looked like that happens everyday."
"It probably does. Do you know how fat Americans are?"

Final (Battle)

Wake up to the sound of my alarm.
For the first time in a long time I didn't snoozed
Because today is battle

I ate a a bowl of cereal when I went downstairs.
And for the first time in a long time, I ate breakfast
Because today is battle.

I found my green shirt at the bottom of my bag
And for the first time in a long time I cared about what I wore
Because today is battle.

I found some eye black in the back of the medicine cabinet
And for the first time in... well... ever
I smudged some underneath my eye
Because today is battle.

I laced up my shoes whe precision.
And for the first time in a long time, I was actually excited to go to school
Because today was battle

Final (Battle)

I wish I had a twin. If I had a twin my life would be totally different. If I had a twin then I could do the whole twin switcheroo that happens in movies, and they'd help me out when I don't study for my biology test. It would be like having a clone which is kind of cool but also kind of creepy. I would always have someone to talk to, and I know that she'd understand me because we'd be the same peron. We could help each other picking out clothes because we would have the same fashion sense because we would be the same person. I would never feel scared at night when the night crawlers come because we would share a room. We would laugh at all the same jokes because we would have the same type of humor. She would watch all the same shows that I watch because she would have the same taste in comedy that I have. I would love to have twin. She would give great advice because she has been through everyting that I've been though, and she would understand me best. She would always laugh at my jokes because she would not want to hurt my feelings, and I would do the same for her. She would be my best firend, and I would be hers but I don't have twin, so that won't happen. So, yeah. Sucks for me.

Final (Battle)

It was a rainy Wednesday, and I rolled out of bed, tossed around all of the clothes on my floor looking for my white v neck and jeans. Running out of my house, I grabbed a granola bar. I drove my car 10 miles above the speed limit. I parked, got out of my car, and ran into school.

I knew that something was out of place when a monkey greeted me at the door, talking with in a perfect British accent, and gave me a bran muffin. Hmm....... I thought. The monkey has excellent manners.

I should have been more suspicious when I saw that the walls were covered with granny smith cotton candy, and the librarian was licking it off the walls. That's not sanitary, I thought. As I was walking to the cafeteria to get my daily carton of orange juice, I passed the gym teacher wearing a tutu, and cute little pink tails. The gym teacher is a man.

As I entered the cafeteria, to my surprise, there were no more tables. The tables were replaced with the teacup ride at Disney World. There were five year old purple kids on the ride, yelling like the world was coming to an end. Why are there kindergarteners in a high school, I thought. And why are they purple? I guess I need to find an alternative to orange juice for my daily source of viatmin C.

Walking to my locker I passed a group of girls who were wearing tuxedos with black tinted ray bans. Interesting... Still walking to my lockers I saw thirty baboon sprinting down the hallway with toothbrushes in their little monkey hands. Okay.. this is getting weird.

Oh crap! I get it now! It's wacky day, I realized as looked down at my out ift and realized that I was underdressed for the occasion.

Final (other poem- Irish curse)

To the lady in the food industry who banished us from her diner

I hope you get eaten by a carnivore.
And be denied food when you wanted more.
May you find a ticking bomb in your bed,
And may you find your mother lying dead

May you get in a car accident on the highway
After you are all alone on St. Valentines Day.
And may you lose your dog at a park,
And get eaten by a big white shark.

I hope fall head first into a well,
And be crying as you make your way to hell.
May you swallow a fly when you ride your bike,
And be around too many people you really don’t like.

You’re an evil, evil lady, I thought you should know
Me and my friends will never ever let it go.
You’ll be a story told at every party we attend
And may it be your down fall, your bitter end

Final (other poem)

The days are getting longer
And I need to get out of the quick sand.
I’ve been sinking, and sinking,
For the last four years, and it’s
Time for the final stretch.

The tippy top of my head is sticking
Out of the debris, and it’s the last chance
To escape. I’ve packed my bags, and
My toothbrush is waiting patiently
On top of the sink. It’s the last thing to pack.

My escape plan has been finalized
And when the first ray of light
Shines through my window in the morning,
I won’t be there to see it.

And I will pass the high school, and
I will not turn back.
And I will pass the corner pizzeria, and
I will not turn back.

And I will pass your house, and
I will think about you thinking about me,
And I will not turn back.

And I will think about you staring outside your
Window waiting for me to appear outside
Like when we were kids. But you and I

Both know that those times are done, and
You and I both know that even though
I will think about turning back, I won’t

Do it because even though you are slowly
Sinking into the quick sand of the small
Town lifestyle, I have found away out,
And it’s in Los Angeles.

Final (sonnet)

The morning sunlight comes through the wind pane.
She rolls out of bed after a long night out.
Walking to the sink, she thinks about the rain.
Brush in mouth, she could have lounged about.
Looking for socks, she thinks about the snow.
Pouring coffee, she could’ve gotten frostbite.
Read the funnies, she does not really know
Look for keys, what excuse will she recite?
Stumble to the car, I’m too tired, yo.
Cruise down the highway, she dreads what might occurred
Mosey out of the car, should I have inferred.
Drag my feet to the door of the school
Maybe I should just forget about the cruel
Nothing could be worse than the day before