BPOV
Squash my feelings, jump on the floor
Squash my feelings, jump on the floor
Yell certain words and run out the door
Tears in my eyes I fall to the ground
The walls are spinning, round and round
Cover my mouth with my dirty hand
Try to stand up as best as I can
Run through the door to chase after you
Running is the best I can do
So I run to the forest, collapse in the dirt
Why is there pain, why am I hurt?
I remembered our memories, I remembered our past
Too bad, too bad, it didn't last…
I set the paper down and stared at nothing. Did i just write that? Where did that even come from? Ugh. That had to be the saddest poem I've written in a long time.
I stuffed the paper in my folder as the bell rang. I stood up and ignored people as i walked past them through the door, not saying anything is someone was to bump into me.
i walked alone down the hallway, looking to the floor, and knowing exactly where my locker was so i wouldn't have to look up.
I heard a few girls whispering, and when i looked at them, they stopped talking and looked away.
I sighed and reached my locker, putting in my combination and opening it widely.
People have been doing this for a few days. Ever since i put in my poem for the contest, where the best poem will win a prize for going to an Arts school made for special writers. I would be able to go during summer, and since it was already the last day of school, i decided to try it and see what would happen. i loved writing so much...
BUT. ever since, well recently, all my poems have been dark and...emo, almost. it's always about someone leaving or dying or something like that. it's starting to creep me out, because usually all my poems are about the sun or the brightness of life or whatever. but not these past few weeks. hmm...
i closed my locker and shifted my back pack on my shoulder. I turned and walked down the hall with some other kids, aiming for the way out.
"hey did you hear about that poem contest?"
"yea, i entered that."
"i heard rumors that this chick won."
"what!?" of course. two guys get mad because a girl won.
If life were to change from open eyes...
i shook the poem that was about to come to my mind. not right now.
"yea, they said the poem was so good! they didn't even compare it to other poems after they found hers." the guys' friend muttered angrily and they both walked out the door as i stopped.
I emmidiately turned around and started running to the front office, running as fast as i could. i want to see who won...
i ran until i got there, and when i finally did i saw a group of kids gathered by the bulliton board. when they heard me coming, they all looked at me and moved out of the way. shit.
i walked up and looked at the paper.
Art of Writing
The winner of the poem contest is none other then our Bella Swan, year 10. Miss Bella Swan will have the choice to join the school or to ignore the option and let the runner-up take the opportunity.
We congratulate you, Miss Swan, and hope you continue in the life of expression in writing!
the paper continued to list the runner-ups. i gaped at the paper and took a step back.
No way.
I turned and ran out the office door, running all the way to the parking lot, while smiling like an idiot.
I won! I won I won I won I won I won I won!!
I jumped in my car and started it, making it roar to life. I was so happy!
3 WEEKS LATER... . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . .. . . . . .. . .
If life were to change from open eyes
maybe we would see the difference within
If life were to change
from one persons heart
just maybe the heart would win
If life were to change
from one persons lips
we would hear the problems and speak them loud
instead of hiding
for that would be a sin
I finished the poem on the morning of the day I was supposed to go to the Arts school. I finally jumped out of bed and gathered my back-pack, running out of my room and practically running into my father, Charlie.
"Whoa!" He grunted. "Why so fast?" He smiled and i smiled back.
"I was writing too long. I'm going to be late." He nodded and 'pet' my head.
"Okay. Run along." i groaned inwardly and continued to run down the stairs, crashing into the door as i tried to open it. "Bye Charlie!" He yelled bye back, and i ran out the door.
After a few hour drive and a million poems going in and out of my head, I finally pulled into the parking lot of the school, all the spots being almost filled up. I jumped out of the door, quickly locking it and closing the door as i quickly ran into the building.
Right outside the door, i crashed into someone, both of us falling onto the floor and grunting. my butt started to sting but i ignored it and turned to the girl i had crashed into.
Supermodel. right what i thought when i saw her. "i-i'm sorry, i didn't mean to..." she brshed herself off as she stood up.
"No matter. would've happened sometime." she held out her hand and i grabbed it, thankfully. i brushed myself off and looked at her again.
her body the curve no one would expect...
i shook my head and got rid of the poem. instead, i held out my hand. "My name's Bella." she smiled. "My name's Rosalie. well, Rose, either is okay." We shook hands.
I felt a tug on my arm and she was suddenly gone, practically being choked by someone an inch shorter than her. "Rosalie!! you're here!" Rose gasped and pleaded, "Alice, let go, im not indestructable!!" Alice, i guess, let go of her and letRosalie massage her throat. "Thanks." Alice nodded and looked at me, smiling big. "Hi!" she was about ot hug me when rosalie stopped her; "I don't think she's ready yet." Alice nodded.
Her short pixie style, her short pixie hair
the way she laughs without a care...
UGH!! i need to stop!!
"I'm Bella," i quickly said. she shook my hand. "Alice." I nodded.
More people started to gather at the door, so all three of us walked in together, being carried in by the crowd. Alice held both mine and rosalie's hand so that we wouldn't be seperated.
"so, Bella, how'd you get in the school?" Alice tried to speak as we were being pushed around.
"i won a poem contest." Alice gasped and and looked at me, looking me over and getting a certain look in her eyes.
"Rosalie...do you think..?" i saw rosalie nod. "yep," rosalie agreed to something while looking at me.
"Bella, you have to meet our friends!" Alice suddenly pulled me a new way and led me through a door that led into a cafeteria. "do you want anything?" Alice asked. i shook my head. i was already being trucked around by a stranger!
some people jumped up on their table and began waving their arms. one, especially. he was huge, built muscles and looked like he could be a whole army. one other was a smaller guy, but still looked built. Alice squeeled and let go of mine and rosalie's hands, running toward the table. before Alice came running, the smaller dude was trying to get the big one down (without much success). but then Alice attacked him, and the big guy openly jumped on the table, yelling "Rosalie!! over here!" rosalie tsked and jogged toward the table, leaving me carefully walking through the less packed in bodies.
I finally got to the table and saw Rosalie hug and kiss the big guy and Alice hug and smooch the smaller guy. Alice trned to me. "Bella, this is Jasper"-the smaller guy-"and Emmett"-the bigger guy. i nodded and said hi to both of them. they looked nice enough. though the big one looked...
he suddenly smiled ad waved his arms up, making me think of a teddy bear instead of an army. "Edward!! over here!" Rosalie looked over at Alice and Alice winked. what odd girls...
i turned around slowly, not wanting to hit anyone as i turned. i froze, and i felt my jaw drop.
His eyes...they were looking down, but i could still see the green pop out from under his lashes. his hair was slight messy, but fit him perfectly. he walked with such posture and poise, it was amlost odd seeing him look at the ground.
but when he got in safe proximity away from the groups of people, he finally looked up and saw me. i closed my mouth, and my hand jerked to my bag where my poem journal was, aching to write.
it was like he froze when he saw me. he was looking me over, looking slightly confused at first, but when he got to my face his eyes widened and he locked eyes with mine, making little tingles in my spine.
the green as an emereld, or as topaz can be
the colors of his skin, filling up my mind
the colors of his hair, filling my eyes
the color of his lips...
whoa, whoa, whoa! snap out of it! i literally shook myself, breaking away from his stare. i looked back at him and held out my hand. "I'm Bella." he stared at it for a moment, then realization took in his eyes. He took my hand.
"Edward." if i would be abe to faint, it would've been there. his voice was...soft, sexy almost.
his voice i waited for so many years
the answer to so many tears
as i wait for him to answer my call
i would wait for him forever and more...
i need to stop doing that. i snapped back into reality and realized we were still holding hands. i had felt it; i felt the shock when he took my hand, it's like that's what triggers my poem side of my mind...which is almost 95 of my brain.
i grabbed my hand away and put my hands behind my back to keep from going into my bag and writing the poems i so eagerly wanted to start.
This is what I've been waiting for. My insperation.
yay, first chapter!! hooraayyy!! pls tell me wat u tink, good or bad, itll make me happy :)