With The Tide

Some of my friends were going to Coney Island today, and the ocean there gave me inspiration for this poem.

With The Tide

I'm just here
Crying
My tears splashing down
Into the ocean
My body lain
Across the sand
My tears
Flowing away
With the tide
I can only cry
Because I tried
I tried so many times
So many times
Not to cry
To be strong
As if it would only work
To keep you here
But I failed
You still went away
Slowly, softly
With an imprint left on the world
But still
Flowing away
With the tide

One Wish

This is the fourth chapter of One Wish. Go here, to read all the odd chapters. Go now, read chapter three, then come back here and read chapter four.

One Wish

Chapter Four: Penelope

BRING BRING BRING!!! My alarm clock rang loudly, waking me up.

"Stupid alarm clock." I muttered, looking for the snooze button. Somehow, I realized that it wasn't stupid, it was doing what it was supposed to do, but that really didn't matter about anything. I rolled out of bed and sleepily walked over to my mirror. I was a mess. I took a quick shower, ate a bowl of cheerios for breakfast, and grabbed my backpack. The bus would be pulling up in a few minutes. I ran out the door and waited at the corner of Cherry Lane and Browning Road.

I heard the bus before I saw it, the stinky loud cheese bus rumbling down Cherry Lane. The bus pulled up to the curb and I got on. I walked to the back of the bus, swinging my wavy hair behind me. In the third to last row of seats, I saw Mark sitting next to his friend Gregory Ravee. He looked up as I walked by, and his eyes followed me to my seat. I wondered at that for a moment. The second of wondering caught me, as the bus took a sudden swerve. I fell off balance and landed in the seat across from Mark. There was a girl sitting there, the same grade as me. I had never seen her before. She had long hair as black as a raven, and bright purple eyes. She looked at me, surprised. I muttered an apology, and got to my seat next to Megan. She was suppressing laughter, I knew it, so I frowned at her. It put her face straight immediately.

As I turned in my seat to face away from her, I saw Mark looking at me, his eyes full of suppressed laughter. I smiled ruefully, and he smiled back. I wondered briefly if my wish had come true, but then I dispersed of that thought. How? Wishes never came true. I turned back to Megan.

"How did you do that?" Megan asked.

"Do what?" I wondered.

"Act like a total fool. You never fall on the bus." She said. Her eyes narrowed.

"Yea, well the bus never swerves like that." I said. I frowned again, and took out my hair clip. I turned to the window and used the bad reflection to fix my hair. Then I settled down and looked out the window. I began to contemplate what had happened, but then Rachel got on the bus, so I gave it up.

*****

At lunch, I sat at table 14 with Rachel, Kate and Megan. I picked up my turkey sandwich and prepared to take a bite.

"Pen, Mark's staring at you." Kate said. She was ultra observant, and was good at picking up gossip. But she had never picked up gossip about me before.

"He is!" Megan said. I put down my sandwich.

"Seriously?" I asked incredulously. I didn't look his way.

"Yea! Didn't you have a crush on him for like, forever?" Kate gushed. Rachel kept quiet. That was what I liked about her. She was smart, she had good ideas, but she didn't blab like the others.
"Yea, I did." I sighed. Then I tensed up. "Stop staring at him, it isn't cool." I ordered. Kate and Megan immediately looked back at their lunch. I took a bite of my sandwich. Perhaps my wish was coming true. Stranger things had happened. I put my sandwich down again and wiped my mouth. Crumbs were not cool. Then I turned around and saw that Mark was still staring at me. He smiled. I smiled back, and then turned back to my table.
"See? You don't stare, you just make brief glances." I said. They nodded, and we finished our lunch in silence.

*****

Later, on the bus ride back, when Kate had gotten off the bus, Megan leaned in towards me.

"Why do you think Mark was staring at you during lunch?" She whispered. Rachel leaned in to hear.

"I don't know. I mean, yea, I really just don't know." I said honestly, twirling a lock of my hair on my finger, something I always did when I was confused.

"Maybe he likes you." Rachel said. This was what I loved about her. She kept to herself, but she noticed the best in people.

And the worst.

"Do you really think so?" I said skeptically. I didn't believe it, no matter how much I wanted it.

"I think so. He keeps staring at you, and whispering to Gregory. I don't know what else it could be." She replied.

"Do you want me to ask him?" Megan asked enthusiastically. I frowned at her.

"So uncool. I'll try to find out another way. But if anyone's going to ask him if he likes me, it's not you. You're to obvious. Either Rachel or Kate will do it." I said firmly.

"Awww, come on." She begged.

"I can ask Gregory when I get off the bus. He gets off at the same stop as me." Rachel said quietly.

"Good. Thanks a lot, Rach. Tell me how it goes tomorrow." I said. Just then the bus pulled up.

"Rachel Wilder, Gregory Ravee, Michelle Golderman!" The bus driver shouted.

"Get off the bus now, or never!" Not wanting to face the wrath of the bus driver, Rachel ran, shouting goodbye's to Megan and me.

*****

When I got into my room after dinner, I looked out the window again. Once again, the sky was full of stars, shining brightly. It seemed so full of promise, so full of hope. I began to believe that my wish was coming true after all. I saw a star streak across the sky. But for some reason, when I saw the star falling, a shadow fell over my heart. I wasn't sure what to make of it, so I ignored it.

One Wish

I am making a story with my friend Jennifer. It is called One Wish. We are each writing individual chapters. For the odd chapters, go to Jennifer's blog: http://xd3vilxgrlx.blogspot.com/. I will be posting the even chapters here. Read chapter one before coming back here to read chapter two please. :)


One Wish

Chapter Two: Penelope

"Hey, Penelope!"

"What's up, Sparrow?"

"Love the shoes, Pen."

That was what I heard as I walked to the back of the school bus. Everyone was saying hi to me, Penelope Sparrow. I smiled, waved, and said "Hi!" in response.

"Hi Penny." Megan Goldberg said. She was one of my best friends at school. She patted the seat beside her. "I saved you a seat."

"I see." I responded jokingly. "Thanks, Meg." I shoved my bag beneath the seat and sat down. Megan grinned at me, her blue eyes sparkling. I noticed immediately. "Oh my god, your hair!" I exclaimed.

"Now you notice." She said mockingly.

"It's great! I love it!" I said. She laughed, and reached up to touch it. Her beautiful blond hair was cropped to her chin. "It really looks awesome! I might have to cut my hair now."

"No way!" Megan exclaimed. It was well known that all the girls in Emerald High loved and envied my hair. It was long, thick, wavy, and a dark brown, to match my eyes.

"Yea. You're right." I agreed. "So, how was your spring break?"

"You would never believe it! Wait, let me tell it when Kate and Rachel get here." She promised. Kate Minera and Rachel Wilder were my other two friends. Together, the four of us made up the most popular group in Emerald High. I was the leader, in a way. Megan was second in command, you could say, and Kate and Rachel were in our group. Just then, the bus stopped. Rachel got on the bus. She got pretty much the same welcome as me. She sped to the back of the bus to join me and Megan.

"Hey Meg, hey Pen." She said. She sat in the seat across from us and put her bag next to her to save a seat for Kate.

*****

Soon, the bus pulled up to the school and we got off. We were all in different classes. This was something that made me sad. We could only talk during lunch and after school. But the sooner lunch came, the better. So I ran off to class, shouting good-bye's to my friends. My teacher had written a Do Now on the board: Stand around the room and wait for your new seats. I was annoyed at this, but what could I do. I dropped my bag on the floor and waited.

Half an hour later, I was in my new seat, right next to Mark Briant, who I had a huge crush on. He was tall and had bright red hair and freckles. He played the trumpet in our school band, something which I thought was extremely hot. I played the flute, so I only saw him play in the concerts, though. I quietly moved my pencil case over to the right side of my desk and got out my notebook. I watched Mark out of the corner of my eye. He didn't seem to care at all that I sat beside him. Me, Penelope Sparrow, the most popular girl of the grade. The girl who liked him so much. Why wouldn't he just like her back?

"Now, everyone, I want you to take out your notebooks. Today we will be talking about wishes." Mr Friedner said. Mr Friedner taught literature, and every Monday we discussed something that you might find in books. Some of the topics were interesting, but this one just seemed stupid. I sighed, and began to doodle in my notebook.

"Yes, Harriet." Mr Friedner called on the red headed girl in the front row.

"Well, I know about a few types of wishes. Should I list them?" She asked tentetivly.

"Yes, go ahead." Mr Friedner replied.

"Well, I know that you can wish upon a coin, if you drop it in a well. And I've heard you can wish on a rainbow. And then there's wishing on a falling star, of course. You see the falling star and you say the rhyme and your wish should come true." Harriet babbled. "The rhyme is 'Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.'"

"Yes, Harriet. Good job." Mr Friedner said. I thought about this. I had always wished on coins in wells, but it never had worked. I was a big believer in wishes, though. I wrote the rhyme on the back of my notebook with a picture of a falling star. I saw Mark peering over my shoulder out of the corner of my eye, and I blushed, turning my notebook back over to the front, but then seeing what I had written there, I opened it to a blank page. Mark snorted, and turned away. Why had I written 'Penelope Sparrow + Mark Briant' on the front cover of my notebook in visible red sharpie? Because I liked him, so much. And now, with a sinking feeling in my gut, I realized he would never like me back.

*****

I made it through the day without incident. I hugged my friends as I got off the bus. I ran up the steps of my house and opened the door. My mother was inside, cooking dinner. I ran over, hugged her, and ran up to my room to wait for dinner.

After dinner, it was just dark. I walked up to my room and opened the curtains above my window. I sat on the windowsill and looked outside. I saw the starry sky, illuminated. For once, I thought that wishing upon a star might come true. And just as I thought that, I saw a star, streaking downwards through the sky. I stared at it.

"Star light, star bright. First star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might. Have the wish I wish tonight." I whispered upon the star. And then, with only a moment's hesitation, I said my wish.

"I wish Mark Briant would like me."

Poetry

I know I haven't posted in a while. So here are some random poems.

As Time Goes On

A hour
A day
A month
A year
The longer your away from me
The more I miss you
But as time goes on
It gets easier

Harder
As your voice drifts away
On the breeze


Immortality

Every day
Just a passing moment
You sit
Watching time go by

That might be immortality
In reality
But in truth
It's not

If you jump
Into the chasm of nothingness
And make it out alive
You are truly immortal