Disclaimer: I do not own anything owned by somebody else... and you all would be able to recognize
which were not mine :)
Sorry for taking so long.. I have been very busy.. I am not in the position to add anything to my other stories..... yet.. so here is a start of something else may be brief but you'll Live.
hehehehe
anyways thank you all for.. keeping with me if you are that is ;) luv ya all.
mmm.. sorry this story is off the top of my head i dont know what to do .. ihave an urge to write.
but nothing to come out ont he screen except this. im thinking of something with twins but i think i will save that for my NEW NEwsie fic.
mmm well lets see how this goes over.
THe Jackson Files
MEST: 25 to LIfe.
Lyrics arent mine but the story is.
Jackson brushed his slightly long black hair from his face as he settled his guitar on his knee. His nimble playing fingers rove over the smooth surface of what he considered his life. THey contined over the strings as he plucked them slightly to tune them better.
His whole life was nothing but mested up, no where to take his fustrations out, no where to hide.
Then he found his passion for music, and the guitar. It was the only stable thing in his life that kept him from doing something stupid like ending his life. He sighed and looked up at the tent that he has just recently been moved too. He remembered everything. What happened, the sentence, and the judge
no jury, just one judge. Who decided that since he wasnt old enough to be charged as an adult and the crime was alittle understandable yet not in this state he figured he would send him to some Stupid camp to build "character" so mayhap in the future if He ever got out he would be a nice young man, who had learned his lesson.
Already a week here. and he hated it. The kids from before acted all holier then thou, that he didnt socialize with anybody and it was fine with him because no body really tried to socialize with him either and thats exactly how he wanted it.
He strummed his guitar again trying to think of what to play. He thought back to his songs he wrote but they just didnt fill his need. He closed his eyes and soon a beat seemed to form through his fingers and into the strings, he was so into his feelings that he hadnt heard a few of the tent dwellers returning from the mess hall. They had overheard some tunes and being bored decided to check it out.
They all sat down as he started to sing:
This is my story and here's how it goes. don't tell nobody cause nobody knows.
The gov't says what i did was wrong, then how come it felt so right.
Time and time it happened again years went by and she lost all her friends.
Nowhere to turn and nowhere to run she thought that her life was done.
I looked in her eyes and all i could see
Was fuckin pain and misery she's so unhappy
25, 25 to life. yea 25, 25 to life.
I coulda copped, but instead I got me a new wife.
25 to life is what I could get, but the look in her eyes I could never forget.
I knocked down the door and pulled out my gun. I said grab your things and get your son.
The pain in your life will soon be over. the pain in your life will soon be done.
I seen a smile come to her face when she heard the sound of the gun.
I looked into her eyes and all I could see
was fuckin pain and misery she's so unhappy.
25, 25 to life. yea 25, 25 to life. 25, 25 to life.
I coulda copped but instead I got me a new wife
So we packed up our things and headed out west.
For this crime I commited I'll never confess.
For once in her life she's happy
She even said yes when I said marry me.
That was my story and that's how it goes. I commited murder and nobody knows.
25, 25 to life. yea 25, 25 to life. 25, 25 to life. I coulda copped but instead I got me a new wife.
Jackson finished up his song one of the people coughed bringing him out of his thoughts. He blinked his eyes refocusing n everyone and frowned.
"When did you guys get here."
Lexis avoided his gaze and realized no one else was gonna say anything she
looked up at him brushing her long blond hair from her face.
"We've been here since you started singing, You have a nice voice."
Dickie nods. "um yeah.. so... what was it about?" he rubbed his arm. He was a wiry guy with shaggy brown hair and blue eyes.
His cot was next to Jackson's and he was always curious about what happened to Jackson to get in. He seemed like he could be a cool guy
if you were friends.
Jackson shrugs. "aww nothing.. Just some words I put together." He ran his hands over his guitar again, the song was acutally about part of his life before coming there and the events that led up to his getting caught.
Sassy flicked one of her red pigtails and blew a bubble with her gum. "oh.. I see well thats nice" she said a little disappointed.
She had hoped it had more of an interesting story behind it. She got up and walked over to her cot "well good night guys." she said and layed
down getting ready for bed.
The others stayed there waiting for alittle bit.. hoping he'd offer some more but when he said nothing else they soon got up and headed to Their own cots also.
Jackson watched them then slipped his guitar back under his cot and layed back his mind wandering back in to his own thoughts again.
which were not mine :)
Sorry for taking so long.. I have been very busy.. I am not in the position to add anything to my other stories..... yet.. so here is a start of something else may be brief but you'll Live.
hehehehe
anyways thank you all for.. keeping with me if you are that is ;) luv ya all.
mmm.. sorry this story is off the top of my head i dont know what to do .. ihave an urge to write.
but nothing to come out ont he screen except this. im thinking of something with twins but i think i will save that for my NEW NEwsie fic.
mmm well lets see how this goes over.
THe Jackson Files
MEST: 25 to LIfe.
Lyrics arent mine but the story is.
Jackson brushed his slightly long black hair from his face as he settled his guitar on his knee. His nimble playing fingers rove over the smooth surface of what he considered his life. THey contined over the strings as he plucked them slightly to tune them better.
His whole life was nothing but mested up, no where to take his fustrations out, no where to hide.
Then he found his passion for music, and the guitar. It was the only stable thing in his life that kept him from doing something stupid like ending his life. He sighed and looked up at the tent that he has just recently been moved too. He remembered everything. What happened, the sentence, and the judge
no jury, just one judge. Who decided that since he wasnt old enough to be charged as an adult and the crime was alittle understandable yet not in this state he figured he would send him to some Stupid camp to build "character" so mayhap in the future if He ever got out he would be a nice young man, who had learned his lesson.
Already a week here. and he hated it. The kids from before acted all holier then thou, that he didnt socialize with anybody and it was fine with him because no body really tried to socialize with him either and thats exactly how he wanted it.
He strummed his guitar again trying to think of what to play. He thought back to his songs he wrote but they just didnt fill his need. He closed his eyes and soon a beat seemed to form through his fingers and into the strings, he was so into his feelings that he hadnt heard a few of the tent dwellers returning from the mess hall. They had overheard some tunes and being bored decided to check it out.
They all sat down as he started to sing:
This is my story and here's how it goes. don't tell nobody cause nobody knows.
The gov't says what i did was wrong, then how come it felt so right.
Time and time it happened again years went by and she lost all her friends.
Nowhere to turn and nowhere to run she thought that her life was done.
I looked in her eyes and all i could see
Was fuckin pain and misery she's so unhappy
25, 25 to life. yea 25, 25 to life.
I coulda copped, but instead I got me a new wife.
25 to life is what I could get, but the look in her eyes I could never forget.
I knocked down the door and pulled out my gun. I said grab your things and get your son.
The pain in your life will soon be over. the pain in your life will soon be done.
I seen a smile come to her face when she heard the sound of the gun.
I looked into her eyes and all I could see
was fuckin pain and misery she's so unhappy.
25, 25 to life. yea 25, 25 to life. 25, 25 to life.
I coulda copped but instead I got me a new wife
So we packed up our things and headed out west.
For this crime I commited I'll never confess.
For once in her life she's happy
She even said yes when I said marry me.
That was my story and that's how it goes. I commited murder and nobody knows.
25, 25 to life. yea 25, 25 to life. 25, 25 to life. I coulda copped but instead I got me a new wife.
Jackson finished up his song one of the people coughed bringing him out of his thoughts. He blinked his eyes refocusing n everyone and frowned.
"When did you guys get here."
Lexis avoided his gaze and realized no one else was gonna say anything she
looked up at him brushing her long blond hair from her face.
"We've been here since you started singing, You have a nice voice."
Dickie nods. "um yeah.. so... what was it about?" he rubbed his arm. He was a wiry guy with shaggy brown hair and blue eyes.
His cot was next to Jackson's and he was always curious about what happened to Jackson to get in. He seemed like he could be a cool guy
if you were friends.
Jackson shrugs. "aww nothing.. Just some words I put together." He ran his hands over his guitar again, the song was acutally about part of his life before coming there and the events that led up to his getting caught.
Sassy flicked one of her red pigtails and blew a bubble with her gum. "oh.. I see well thats nice" she said a little disappointed.
She had hoped it had more of an interesting story behind it. She got up and walked over to her cot "well good night guys." she said and layed
down getting ready for bed.
The others stayed there waiting for alittle bit.. hoping he'd offer some more but when he said nothing else they soon got up and headed to Their own cots also.
Jackson watched them then slipped his guitar back under his cot and layed back his mind wandering back in to his own thoughts again.