Okay!! I know that since they were doing all these updates and no one could
get onto this site I should have more than a chapter lol, but thats all I
got for now! Just so you know, I've decided that I'm gonna use Avril
Lavigne for the inspiration behind Marissa's voice and songs. I in NO WAY,
own either Avril Lavigne, or her music, she has created both those things
and I totally lack the talent to write songs so I'm just gonna borrow
hers... and I'll probably borrow other people's too, but for this chapter
its hers so yea. The poem however, is MINE. I wrote it I would prefer if no
one used it but I doubt anyone would want to anyhow lol. Keep letting me
know what you think, I'm not even sure anyone is reading this
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The harsh sun glared into the stale apartment. Dust floated in the air, the only movement came from the ticking of a clock in the kitchen, and the rise and fall of the human heart. Complete silence, until the alarm blared off the dresser, ruthlessly attacking the quiet calm.
"Fuck" Bosco tried to bury his face deeper and deeper into the dark hair or his guest. It smelled sweet, like daisies, and her neck was warm with sleep.
"Morning to you to sunshine" The woman rolled over to greet him with tired eyes and half a smile
"Is it morning already? It feels like 2 seconds ago we were just getting started with our after hours activities..." He smirked leaning in to kiss her neck.
"Well I have a couple hours..." she laughed
"I dont, I have work"
"Oh come on... can't you just call in sick?"
"They wouldn't believe me, I might as well just call in and say I scored with the most gorgeous woman known to man and am about to get lucky again."
"They wouldn't believe that either..." The woman laughed and wrapping the sheet around her, stood to get dressed.
"Coffee?"
"Nah, I should really be going"
"Alright, I'll call you"
"No you won't"
"What makes you say that?"
The woman smiled ruefully, "You don't even know my name"
He thought about this for a moment then laughed as she winked and exited his apartment.
"Story of my life" he smirked and tossed a pair of socks in the hamper.
Bosco jumped in the shower and blared the radio. He sung " Cherry Pie" at the top of his lungs as the hot water ran down his chiseled shoulders. His little performance blocked out any possible outside noise, including the phone, from penetrating his hearing range. The answering machine clicked on.
"Boz... It's me, Faith. Where the hell are you? Damn it. Look, when you get this...when you get this give me a call at the station or on my cell, Bosco you gotta call me back. It's real important okay? God, where the fuck are you." BEEP. The machine cut off. By this point, Bosco had finished his shower and walked out with jeans on, grabbed a shirt off the couch, noticed the blinking red light, but figured it could wait, he was already late for work as it was.
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"Cause nothin's goin right, and everythings a mess, and no one likes to be alone" Marissa sung under her breath as she fixed her hair and rearranged her clothes so they looked less wrinkled. Her pink tee shirt fit snugly and gave a nice contrast for her trademark dark denim express jeans, her favorite; she owned at least a dozen pairs. These happened to be flares. The bruises had faded from her face enough so that only a yellowy, jaundice like glow remained, easily curable with some cover up. The dark sunglasses were no longer necessary but she carried them with her still, force of habit and all. Today was Friday, the end to her first complete official week, she had still not spoken to her brother and her and Shelby were only allowed together at night in their dorms, cause there was no way around that. Other than that, life had advanced quite nicely for her, she'd found a good friendship in believe it or not, Dave, Auggie and Jules had been great to hang out with, and as hard as she fought them, she found herself pathetically intrigued by Scott, he was cute, she wasn't gonna deny that, what she was going to deny, however, was any feeling that might spring up besides a barely there crush. Daisy refused to talk with her out of loyalty to Shelby, Ezra had given her a lesson in the growing of shrooms, and Kat had been a really good help with math and on the mini missions they were assigned daily. Group sessions were as pathetic as ever but she had learned to separate herself from them, she would just mentally astroproject herself into another place. Tonight, they were all getting together in group to decide on some kind of activity night or whatnot for the kids, no issue sharing. That was something to look forward to.
"Thats a pretty song, who sings it?"
"Huh? Oh hey Jules, I didn't realize I had an audience" Marissa smiled and put on a silver necklace.
"Sorry, but it was really nice"
"Thanks, I make up songs in my head a lot, I don't ever really know what I'm singing, I hardly ever turn them into a full song, just bits and pieces"
"That's so cool! Well you have a pretty voice, and I bet people would love it if you made that one a song!"
Marissa laughed "I really don't think anyone would be interested, besides I can't even play any instruments. I almost knew guitar like for a period of 3 months, but that was about it"
"Well, Auggie plays the drums!"
"Jules!!! I'm not starting a band! I was barely even singing" Still laughing, Marissa took one more moment to apply some lip-gloss and began to head out the door.
"Come on Jules, we're gonna be late for math, I'm already failing as it is!"
"Alright I'm coming!"
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"So what do you think the author was trying to express in this piece?"
"Explain to me again why its so imperative we know the life history of a woman that has been dead since before the human species inhabited this earth?"
"Because its good to know the roots of our literary geniuses?" Juliette offered in response to Daisy's question.
The class was quiet after that, the reading had been, for most, an excruciating passage of torment, no one understood, or wanted to. Marissa, who struggled horribly in math and science, was absolutely in love with anything related to literature or expression, which made English her favorite subject. No one was responding the teacher, Marissa had sat there for a week, bored out of her mind due to the simplicity of the subject matter and the lack of enthusiasm from the students, and she genuinely felt bad for Ms. Garlette. Sighing she raised her hand.
"Yes Marissa?" her voice sounded hopeful yet apprehensive
"I think what she was trying to say, I mean, this is just my opinion and all but..."
Scott looked over at Marissa, she was toying with the rings of her notebook as she spoke, and a thoughtful look was on her face.
"But...It's like, so many of us we always look to our "someday" so much, that it passes us by too fast, leaving us only with everyday. She's saying do for yourself, make things happen, don't dream so much on what could happen "someday", otherwise all you'll ever have IS everyday"
The class just sat back, some raised their eyebrows, others whistled. Most were impressed, with the exception of Shelby. Ms. Garlette, speechless, nodded her head in approval. A muttered "very insightful" was all that could escape her lips before the bell rang.
"A..Alright kids, have a nice weekend. Marissa, may I speak with you a moment after class?"
"Yes Ms. Garlette?"
"Your interpretation today... well, it left little to be desired, have you always been this good in English?"
"Well, I like it, so I tend to do more in it cause it takes less energy then say, math. " she laughed
"You have a natural talent, I kept you after because there is a contest we hold every year here at Horizon. The winner gets a 1, 000 dollar scholarship reward, it's a poetry contest"
"Well, thank you, but I don't really think it's for me..."
"Why not?"
"I couldn't win something like that"
"You say that now, but you haven't heard some past submissions, Please...just consider it" Ms. Garlette looked at her so pleadingly that finally, Marissa consented to consider it.
"Alright, I'll think about it.
"Oh!! Wonderful! Submissions are due by 2:00 pm today!"
"TODAY?"
"You better be getting to your next class! I'll be waiting for you!"
Marissa walked out the door not quite sure as to what she'd gotten herself into. As she turned around the corner she ran smack into someone.
"Watch it!" she started, not even looking up
"Sorry" Scott's voice immediately sent chills down her arms.
"Stalking me?"
"Waiting for you, there's a difference"
"Ah I see"
"What you said in English, about that story, that was really good, it was like, deep and stuff"
She giggled "Deep and stuff that's a paradox if I've ever heard one."
"Yea well, I do the athletic thing"
"So, that's an excuse for being uneducated?" She began walking down the hall with him at her side, they were both heading to the same place... group, might as well walk together.
"Well, you don't understand, to be an athlete you have to have a sort of ... discipline, its a focus that doesn't leave much room for book stuff."
"Hmm... I see. Well, I'm an athlete, and I'm into the "book stuff", what does that make me?"
"Extremely capable... wait, how are you an athlete... and exercise tapes don't count"
"Please, I play lots of sports. Not big on teams though."
"So you're a leisure athlete"
"No, I wouldn't put it that way."
"So what do you play, specifically"?
"Like I said, lots, the only thing I've ever almost been on a team with has been hockey. I play street hockey mostly, sometimes Ice Hockey, but more often than not, street. I like basketball, baseball, despise football, cheerleading, all that 'home team" crap"
"I was MVP three years in a row"
"I figured"
"I'd like to see some of this "street action""
"You could never play with us, you wouldn't last"
"Wouldn't last with what?" Auggie turned the corner with Daisy and Kat, all also on their way to the meeting.
"I think I'm being challenged to a game of hockey," Scott answered laughing it off
"I didn't say hockey, I said Street hockey, and there's a difference"
"Yo meat, if she say she plays, I wouldn't mess with that"
"Oh come on, after group we'll all get together and play a game"
"That's fine, but first I want a one on one" Marissa smiled suspiciously and walked into group.
"Fine by me... very fine by me"
Auggie and Scott high fived as Daisy and Kat rolled their eyes.
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"So, the topic of today's meeting is what we're gonna do for the end of the month celebration"
"I say we have a dance"
"That's so typical Jules"
"And you Shelby, you have any ideas?"
"Yea, how about we all take a little trip to hell... oh wait, we're already there"
"Hey, a trip don't sound too bad, maybe we can go to some kinda amusement park"
"A trip DOESN'T sound too bad, Auggie, and what amusement park? We're in the middle of nowhere"
"Guys, maybe a dance DOESN'T," Kat looked at Marissa who smiled in approval, "sound so bad"
"Yes it does"
"Dave, you're anti everything"
"Shut up E Z, you're just lookin for an excuse to ask Daisy out again"
"Like you aren't"
"And who would you ask Scott?"
"Back off Daisy"
"Everyone back off"
"Jules, since you were the first one with an idea, where would we get the things for a dance, we have limited funding"
"Well, we still have the dresses we used at the MORP last year.."
"What the hell is a "morp?"" Marissa asked
"It's a backwards prom.. See..."
"Yea, I stopped wanting to know"
"Okay"
"We can make the decorations!"
"And what about entertainment?"
"I can do a mean Bart Simpson impression!" Dave piped up being obnoxious
"Oh god..."
"Well, I was thinking.. Marissa could be the entertainer"
"What?"
"Huh?"
"EXCUSE ME????, I don't think so Jules, I think the lack of calories floating around in your blood system has deteriorated your brain cells."
" You sing?"
"No, I do not sing!"
"Yes, she does I heard her! She's really good, and she writes songs!!!"
"I Barely write songs, and I play NO instruments, and we're talking the end of next week here! My god, I already have to freakin write a poem by 2 now I have to have a demo prepared for next weekend!!!! No!"
"Auggie plays the drums and Scott plays piano!! I'd do back up! It would be so much fun!!!"
"Would you just drop it??"
"Well, actually, I think it sounds like a smashing idea!"
"Of course YOU would Shelby!" Dave said
Suddenly, a sneaky look came over Marissa's face.
"I'll do it..."
"You will?" a chorus of surprised voices, including Shelby's responded
"Sure, on one condition.... Shelby is my back up"
"Good, its settled" Peter jumped up not giving Shelby a chance to object. "Jules, you're in charge of decorations, Daisy you work on getting clothes for everyone, Scott, Shelby, Marissa and Auggie, you work on music, Dave you work on sound, Kat and E Z you work on food."
"What the hell was that??"
"What's the matter Shelby, you said it yourself, this is gonna be stellar!" Marissa smiled sweetly.
"I DON'T SING"
"Well, now you do. Alright guys, I got to go write a poem. Later" Marissa strolled out of the room happily, if she had to suffer, so did Shelby.
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"Alright finished" Marissa was sitting with Dave on the benches outside for lunch.
"Let me read"
"No"
"Why not?"
"Cause you have trouble spelling your own name, what makes you think you can critique a poem?"
"Shut up" he said grabbing the paper.
* The memory fades
And the lullaby dies
Tears dim the stars
To deepen the dark skies
That last pearl rots,
In its hollow shell
Leaving only a vapid pain of hunger
And emptiness to dwell.
I close my eyes to feel through the storm
To the torpid breath of security
Its warmth long gone
The shadows are my soul
For within them I see
Past the pain of losing you
Past the pain of losing me*
~ Noelle~ (The author)
"Give it back"
"Marissa... this is amazing"
"Fuck you" she grabbed the paper
"No I'm serious, Marissa I'm not lying, you're gonna win" He looked at her truthfully and she blushed slightly, something she rarely did
"You really think so?"
"Yea" he laughed, "I really do"
"Well, I gotta go turn it in, I'll see you in a bit" Marissa walked away and David shook his head in disbelief on the bench.
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The game of street hockey had been cancelled because of inclement weather, but was rescheduled for the next morning, instead the kids decided to get to work on their jobs for the dance. Auggie, Scott, Dave, and Marissa were working on their music, Shelby had refused to go.
"You guys I don't know about this, I know nothing about music, or singing."
"Well, you know about writing, so let's see what you got" Dave went to grab the paper
"Could you knock it off with that?"
"Come on, we can't write music for it if you we don't know what it sounds like"
"Fine, give me the goddamn paper"
Marissa cleared her throat and began to sing:
*AN: AGAIN. I STRESS, this is in no way mine, or a creation of mine, this is a creation of Avril Lavigne, I'm just pretending its my characters, its NOT lol okay continuing*
"I'm standing on a bridge
I'm waiting in the dark
I thought that you'd be here by now
There's nothin but the rain
no footsteps on the ground
I'm listening but there's no sound
Isn't anyone trying to find me
won't somebody come take me home
It's a damn cold night
trying to figure out this life
wont you take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are but I'm with you
I'm with you
I'm lookin for a place
I'm searchin for a face
is anybody here I know
Cause nothins goin right
and everythings a mess
and no one likes to be alone
Isn't anyone trying to find me
won't somebody come take me home
It's a damn cold night
trying to figure out this life
wont you take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are but I'm with you
I'm with you
Oh!
Why is everything so confusing
Maybe I'm just out of my mind
ya yeah yeah ya yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yea
Its a damn cold night
tryin to figure out this life
won't you , take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are but I...
I'm with you
I'm with you
Take me by the hand take me somewhere new
I dont know who you are but I...
I'm with you
I'm with you
Take me by the hand take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are but I'm ...
I'm with you
I'm with you
I'm with you"
~I'm with you (Avril Lavigne)
The guys had joined in with her and had within the hour, complete their first song. The night was going good. This was not the case for everyone...
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9:00 am that morning
"Mornin' donut pushas" Bosco waltzed into the room and greeted his co workers the way he always did... with sarcasm
"Boz" Faith's voice shook from the doorway, immediately his demeanor changed and concern shook his body
"What, what is it?"
"Didn't you get my messages?"
"What?" His mind flashed to the blinking red light of his machine he'd ignored only moments before
"I've got bad news"
"Oh god. Is it Marissa?? are you sick again? alright what is it?"
"No, Marissa's fine, I'm fine, it's..."
9:45 am.... The hospital
"The damage was immense, we've already performed 3 major surgeries, the internal damage was almost irreparable, the chances of him waking up in the next two weeks are 27%, if, and I mean, IF, he wakes up, he has a 75% survival rate. It all depends on how he responds to the procedures and medication. The stab wounds were located below the jugular, above the liver, and just outside the left ventricle of the heart, We rarely see cases make it this far"
"Thanks doc" Bosco entered the room, identical to the one his little sister had lay in less than 2 weeks before and stared down at the bed, this time, it was his brother. Mikey.
"Damnit Mikey, you ain't gettin off the hook this easy, you fucked up and your gonna live long enough to fix it, you ain't leavin me alone with her and mom. You coulda been somethin, you still could be, you just gotta get in line wit the rest of us you know? You shouldn't have gone without me Mikey, you needed me to catch that asshole, now look. Fuck it" Bosco stood up and left the room to find his mother in tears.
"Ma not now" Bosco brushed past her.
"I put a message into Peter"
"You WHAT?" He turned around to face his mother
"She deserves to know! you know how much your sister loves him!"
"God damn it ma, you don't ever think do you!, do you know... do you have the slightest idea what this is gonna do to her" He fought the urge to punch in the wall and turned to head down the stairs. He was gonna cancel that call to Peter, and tell her himself.
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The harsh sun glared into the stale apartment. Dust floated in the air, the only movement came from the ticking of a clock in the kitchen, and the rise and fall of the human heart. Complete silence, until the alarm blared off the dresser, ruthlessly attacking the quiet calm.
"Fuck" Bosco tried to bury his face deeper and deeper into the dark hair or his guest. It smelled sweet, like daisies, and her neck was warm with sleep.
"Morning to you to sunshine" The woman rolled over to greet him with tired eyes and half a smile
"Is it morning already? It feels like 2 seconds ago we were just getting started with our after hours activities..." He smirked leaning in to kiss her neck.
"Well I have a couple hours..." she laughed
"I dont, I have work"
"Oh come on... can't you just call in sick?"
"They wouldn't believe me, I might as well just call in and say I scored with the most gorgeous woman known to man and am about to get lucky again."
"They wouldn't believe that either..." The woman laughed and wrapping the sheet around her, stood to get dressed.
"Coffee?"
"Nah, I should really be going"
"Alright, I'll call you"
"No you won't"
"What makes you say that?"
The woman smiled ruefully, "You don't even know my name"
He thought about this for a moment then laughed as she winked and exited his apartment.
"Story of my life" he smirked and tossed a pair of socks in the hamper.
Bosco jumped in the shower and blared the radio. He sung " Cherry Pie" at the top of his lungs as the hot water ran down his chiseled shoulders. His little performance blocked out any possible outside noise, including the phone, from penetrating his hearing range. The answering machine clicked on.
"Boz... It's me, Faith. Where the hell are you? Damn it. Look, when you get this...when you get this give me a call at the station or on my cell, Bosco you gotta call me back. It's real important okay? God, where the fuck are you." BEEP. The machine cut off. By this point, Bosco had finished his shower and walked out with jeans on, grabbed a shirt off the couch, noticed the blinking red light, but figured it could wait, he was already late for work as it was.
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"Cause nothin's goin right, and everythings a mess, and no one likes to be alone" Marissa sung under her breath as she fixed her hair and rearranged her clothes so they looked less wrinkled. Her pink tee shirt fit snugly and gave a nice contrast for her trademark dark denim express jeans, her favorite; she owned at least a dozen pairs. These happened to be flares. The bruises had faded from her face enough so that only a yellowy, jaundice like glow remained, easily curable with some cover up. The dark sunglasses were no longer necessary but she carried them with her still, force of habit and all. Today was Friday, the end to her first complete official week, she had still not spoken to her brother and her and Shelby were only allowed together at night in their dorms, cause there was no way around that. Other than that, life had advanced quite nicely for her, she'd found a good friendship in believe it or not, Dave, Auggie and Jules had been great to hang out with, and as hard as she fought them, she found herself pathetically intrigued by Scott, he was cute, she wasn't gonna deny that, what she was going to deny, however, was any feeling that might spring up besides a barely there crush. Daisy refused to talk with her out of loyalty to Shelby, Ezra had given her a lesson in the growing of shrooms, and Kat had been a really good help with math and on the mini missions they were assigned daily. Group sessions were as pathetic as ever but she had learned to separate herself from them, she would just mentally astroproject herself into another place. Tonight, they were all getting together in group to decide on some kind of activity night or whatnot for the kids, no issue sharing. That was something to look forward to.
"Thats a pretty song, who sings it?"
"Huh? Oh hey Jules, I didn't realize I had an audience" Marissa smiled and put on a silver necklace.
"Sorry, but it was really nice"
"Thanks, I make up songs in my head a lot, I don't ever really know what I'm singing, I hardly ever turn them into a full song, just bits and pieces"
"That's so cool! Well you have a pretty voice, and I bet people would love it if you made that one a song!"
Marissa laughed "I really don't think anyone would be interested, besides I can't even play any instruments. I almost knew guitar like for a period of 3 months, but that was about it"
"Well, Auggie plays the drums!"
"Jules!!! I'm not starting a band! I was barely even singing" Still laughing, Marissa took one more moment to apply some lip-gloss and began to head out the door.
"Come on Jules, we're gonna be late for math, I'm already failing as it is!"
"Alright I'm coming!"
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"So what do you think the author was trying to express in this piece?"
"Explain to me again why its so imperative we know the life history of a woman that has been dead since before the human species inhabited this earth?"
"Because its good to know the roots of our literary geniuses?" Juliette offered in response to Daisy's question.
The class was quiet after that, the reading had been, for most, an excruciating passage of torment, no one understood, or wanted to. Marissa, who struggled horribly in math and science, was absolutely in love with anything related to literature or expression, which made English her favorite subject. No one was responding the teacher, Marissa had sat there for a week, bored out of her mind due to the simplicity of the subject matter and the lack of enthusiasm from the students, and she genuinely felt bad for Ms. Garlette. Sighing she raised her hand.
"Yes Marissa?" her voice sounded hopeful yet apprehensive
"I think what she was trying to say, I mean, this is just my opinion and all but..."
Scott looked over at Marissa, she was toying with the rings of her notebook as she spoke, and a thoughtful look was on her face.
"But...It's like, so many of us we always look to our "someday" so much, that it passes us by too fast, leaving us only with everyday. She's saying do for yourself, make things happen, don't dream so much on what could happen "someday", otherwise all you'll ever have IS everyday"
The class just sat back, some raised their eyebrows, others whistled. Most were impressed, with the exception of Shelby. Ms. Garlette, speechless, nodded her head in approval. A muttered "very insightful" was all that could escape her lips before the bell rang.
"A..Alright kids, have a nice weekend. Marissa, may I speak with you a moment after class?"
"Yes Ms. Garlette?"
"Your interpretation today... well, it left little to be desired, have you always been this good in English?"
"Well, I like it, so I tend to do more in it cause it takes less energy then say, math. " she laughed
"You have a natural talent, I kept you after because there is a contest we hold every year here at Horizon. The winner gets a 1, 000 dollar scholarship reward, it's a poetry contest"
"Well, thank you, but I don't really think it's for me..."
"Why not?"
"I couldn't win something like that"
"You say that now, but you haven't heard some past submissions, Please...just consider it" Ms. Garlette looked at her so pleadingly that finally, Marissa consented to consider it.
"Alright, I'll think about it.
"Oh!! Wonderful! Submissions are due by 2:00 pm today!"
"TODAY?"
"You better be getting to your next class! I'll be waiting for you!"
Marissa walked out the door not quite sure as to what she'd gotten herself into. As she turned around the corner she ran smack into someone.
"Watch it!" she started, not even looking up
"Sorry" Scott's voice immediately sent chills down her arms.
"Stalking me?"
"Waiting for you, there's a difference"
"Ah I see"
"What you said in English, about that story, that was really good, it was like, deep and stuff"
She giggled "Deep and stuff that's a paradox if I've ever heard one."
"Yea well, I do the athletic thing"
"So, that's an excuse for being uneducated?" She began walking down the hall with him at her side, they were both heading to the same place... group, might as well walk together.
"Well, you don't understand, to be an athlete you have to have a sort of ... discipline, its a focus that doesn't leave much room for book stuff."
"Hmm... I see. Well, I'm an athlete, and I'm into the "book stuff", what does that make me?"
"Extremely capable... wait, how are you an athlete... and exercise tapes don't count"
"Please, I play lots of sports. Not big on teams though."
"So you're a leisure athlete"
"No, I wouldn't put it that way."
"So what do you play, specifically"?
"Like I said, lots, the only thing I've ever almost been on a team with has been hockey. I play street hockey mostly, sometimes Ice Hockey, but more often than not, street. I like basketball, baseball, despise football, cheerleading, all that 'home team" crap"
"I was MVP three years in a row"
"I figured"
"I'd like to see some of this "street action""
"You could never play with us, you wouldn't last"
"Wouldn't last with what?" Auggie turned the corner with Daisy and Kat, all also on their way to the meeting.
"I think I'm being challenged to a game of hockey," Scott answered laughing it off
"I didn't say hockey, I said Street hockey, and there's a difference"
"Yo meat, if she say she plays, I wouldn't mess with that"
"Oh come on, after group we'll all get together and play a game"
"That's fine, but first I want a one on one" Marissa smiled suspiciously and walked into group.
"Fine by me... very fine by me"
Auggie and Scott high fived as Daisy and Kat rolled their eyes.
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"So, the topic of today's meeting is what we're gonna do for the end of the month celebration"
"I say we have a dance"
"That's so typical Jules"
"And you Shelby, you have any ideas?"
"Yea, how about we all take a little trip to hell... oh wait, we're already there"
"Hey, a trip don't sound too bad, maybe we can go to some kinda amusement park"
"A trip DOESN'T sound too bad, Auggie, and what amusement park? We're in the middle of nowhere"
"Guys, maybe a dance DOESN'T," Kat looked at Marissa who smiled in approval, "sound so bad"
"Yes it does"
"Dave, you're anti everything"
"Shut up E Z, you're just lookin for an excuse to ask Daisy out again"
"Like you aren't"
"And who would you ask Scott?"
"Back off Daisy"
"Everyone back off"
"Jules, since you were the first one with an idea, where would we get the things for a dance, we have limited funding"
"Well, we still have the dresses we used at the MORP last year.."
"What the hell is a "morp?"" Marissa asked
"It's a backwards prom.. See..."
"Yea, I stopped wanting to know"
"Okay"
"We can make the decorations!"
"And what about entertainment?"
"I can do a mean Bart Simpson impression!" Dave piped up being obnoxious
"Oh god..."
"Well, I was thinking.. Marissa could be the entertainer"
"What?"
"Huh?"
"EXCUSE ME????, I don't think so Jules, I think the lack of calories floating around in your blood system has deteriorated your brain cells."
" You sing?"
"No, I do not sing!"
"Yes, she does I heard her! She's really good, and she writes songs!!!"
"I Barely write songs, and I play NO instruments, and we're talking the end of next week here! My god, I already have to freakin write a poem by 2 now I have to have a demo prepared for next weekend!!!! No!"
"Auggie plays the drums and Scott plays piano!! I'd do back up! It would be so much fun!!!"
"Would you just drop it??"
"Well, actually, I think it sounds like a smashing idea!"
"Of course YOU would Shelby!" Dave said
Suddenly, a sneaky look came over Marissa's face.
"I'll do it..."
"You will?" a chorus of surprised voices, including Shelby's responded
"Sure, on one condition.... Shelby is my back up"
"Good, its settled" Peter jumped up not giving Shelby a chance to object. "Jules, you're in charge of decorations, Daisy you work on getting clothes for everyone, Scott, Shelby, Marissa and Auggie, you work on music, Dave you work on sound, Kat and E Z you work on food."
"What the hell was that??"
"What's the matter Shelby, you said it yourself, this is gonna be stellar!" Marissa smiled sweetly.
"I DON'T SING"
"Well, now you do. Alright guys, I got to go write a poem. Later" Marissa strolled out of the room happily, if she had to suffer, so did Shelby.
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"Alright finished" Marissa was sitting with Dave on the benches outside for lunch.
"Let me read"
"No"
"Why not?"
"Cause you have trouble spelling your own name, what makes you think you can critique a poem?"
"Shut up" he said grabbing the paper.
* The memory fades
And the lullaby dies
Tears dim the stars
To deepen the dark skies
That last pearl rots,
In its hollow shell
Leaving only a vapid pain of hunger
And emptiness to dwell.
I close my eyes to feel through the storm
To the torpid breath of security
Its warmth long gone
The shadows are my soul
For within them I see
Past the pain of losing you
Past the pain of losing me*
~ Noelle~ (The author)
"Give it back"
"Marissa... this is amazing"
"Fuck you" she grabbed the paper
"No I'm serious, Marissa I'm not lying, you're gonna win" He looked at her truthfully and she blushed slightly, something she rarely did
"You really think so?"
"Yea" he laughed, "I really do"
"Well, I gotta go turn it in, I'll see you in a bit" Marissa walked away and David shook his head in disbelief on the bench.
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The game of street hockey had been cancelled because of inclement weather, but was rescheduled for the next morning, instead the kids decided to get to work on their jobs for the dance. Auggie, Scott, Dave, and Marissa were working on their music, Shelby had refused to go.
"You guys I don't know about this, I know nothing about music, or singing."
"Well, you know about writing, so let's see what you got" Dave went to grab the paper
"Could you knock it off with that?"
"Come on, we can't write music for it if you we don't know what it sounds like"
"Fine, give me the goddamn paper"
Marissa cleared her throat and began to sing:
*AN: AGAIN. I STRESS, this is in no way mine, or a creation of mine, this is a creation of Avril Lavigne, I'm just pretending its my characters, its NOT lol okay continuing*
"I'm standing on a bridge
I'm waiting in the dark
I thought that you'd be here by now
There's nothin but the rain
no footsteps on the ground
I'm listening but there's no sound
Isn't anyone trying to find me
won't somebody come take me home
It's a damn cold night
trying to figure out this life
wont you take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are but I'm with you
I'm with you
I'm lookin for a place
I'm searchin for a face
is anybody here I know
Cause nothins goin right
and everythings a mess
and no one likes to be alone
Isn't anyone trying to find me
won't somebody come take me home
It's a damn cold night
trying to figure out this life
wont you take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are but I'm with you
I'm with you
Oh!
Why is everything so confusing
Maybe I'm just out of my mind
ya yeah yeah ya yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yea
Its a damn cold night
tryin to figure out this life
won't you , take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are but I...
I'm with you
I'm with you
Take me by the hand take me somewhere new
I dont know who you are but I...
I'm with you
I'm with you
Take me by the hand take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are but I'm ...
I'm with you
I'm with you
I'm with you"
~I'm with you (Avril Lavigne)
The guys had joined in with her and had within the hour, complete their first song. The night was going good. This was not the case for everyone...
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9:00 am that morning
"Mornin' donut pushas" Bosco waltzed into the room and greeted his co workers the way he always did... with sarcasm
"Boz" Faith's voice shook from the doorway, immediately his demeanor changed and concern shook his body
"What, what is it?"
"Didn't you get my messages?"
"What?" His mind flashed to the blinking red light of his machine he'd ignored only moments before
"I've got bad news"
"Oh god. Is it Marissa?? are you sick again? alright what is it?"
"No, Marissa's fine, I'm fine, it's..."
9:45 am.... The hospital
"The damage was immense, we've already performed 3 major surgeries, the internal damage was almost irreparable, the chances of him waking up in the next two weeks are 27%, if, and I mean, IF, he wakes up, he has a 75% survival rate. It all depends on how he responds to the procedures and medication. The stab wounds were located below the jugular, above the liver, and just outside the left ventricle of the heart, We rarely see cases make it this far"
"Thanks doc" Bosco entered the room, identical to the one his little sister had lay in less than 2 weeks before and stared down at the bed, this time, it was his brother. Mikey.
"Damnit Mikey, you ain't gettin off the hook this easy, you fucked up and your gonna live long enough to fix it, you ain't leavin me alone with her and mom. You coulda been somethin, you still could be, you just gotta get in line wit the rest of us you know? You shouldn't have gone without me Mikey, you needed me to catch that asshole, now look. Fuck it" Bosco stood up and left the room to find his mother in tears.
"Ma not now" Bosco brushed past her.
"I put a message into Peter"
"You WHAT?" He turned around to face his mother
"She deserves to know! you know how much your sister loves him!"
"God damn it ma, you don't ever think do you!, do you know... do you have the slightest idea what this is gonna do to her" He fought the urge to punch in the wall and turned to head down the stairs. He was gonna cancel that call to Peter, and tell her himself.
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