After Amy sat down on her bed to start writing in her diary, she realized
that she forgot to close the door behind her and put some music on.
She stood up, leaving her diary lying open, but face down on her bed and shut her door. She skimmed the titles of all her CDs and her finger followed her eyes. Her eyes stopped on Avril Lavigne. She pulled it out and opened the case. The stereo was already ajar and she placed the CD in it. Her finger made contact with the play button and music erupted from the speakers.
She got into the music and walked over to her nightstand. She extended her arm and grabbed her flashlight. Her voice matched Avril's perfectly and she sang along pretending that she was up on-stage. She danced around her room, using the flashlight as a microphone. ~~ Please tell me what Is taking place Cause I can't seem To find a trace Guess it must have Got erased somehow Probably cause I always forget Every time someone tells me their name Its always gotta be the same
Never wore cover up Always beat the boys up Grew up in a 5,000 population town Made my money by cutting grass Got FIRED by a fried chicken ASS! All in a small town "NAPANEE"
You know I always stay up without sleeping And think to myself where do I belong forever In whose arms is the time and place.
Can't help it if I space in a daze My eyes tune out the other way I may switch off and go in a day dream In this head my thoughts are deep Sometimes I can't even speak Would someone be and not pretend I'm off again in my world
I never spend less than an hour washing my hair in the shower It always takes 5 hours to make it straight. So I'll braid It in a zillion braids though it may take all friggin there's nothing else better To do anyway.
When you're all alone in the lands of forever, lay under the milky way, on and on it's Getting to late out....I'm not in love this time, this night.
Can't help it if I space in a daze My eyes tune out the other way I may switch off and go in a day dream In this head my thoughts are deep Sometimes I can't even speak Would someone be and not pretend I'm off again in my world
Take some time Mellow out Party it up but don't fall Down don't get caught Sneak out of the house
Can't help it if I space in a daze My eyes tune out the other way I may switch off and go in a day dream In this head my thoughts are deep Sometimes I can't even speak Would someone be and not pretend I'm off again in my world
Can't help it if I space in a daze My eyes tune out the other way I may switch off and go in a day dream In this head my thoughts are deep Sometimes I can't even speak Would someone be and not pretend I'm off again in my world ~~
She put her flashlight down again and sat down on her bed. She picked up her pen and diary and began:
Dear Diary,
Normally I would just complain to you about how everything that can go wrong in my life always does and how miserable and rotten my life is. But today, was different...I mean, bad stuff still happened to me but something was different. Every day is like a conspiracy against me, but not today. The morning didn't start out good, like every morning. I went through my daily routine of getting ready; tripping over that box in the hallway, though the blood thing was new. Mom woke me up after my alarm clock went off and I jumped and hit my head. I walked down the driveway and a car spit slush at me. I ran back into the house to change, so I didn't look totally horrible, which is nothing different either. I got to the bus stop only to find that the bus had already come. I knew my parents wouldn't drive me because of Mikey and his stupid heart condition. They can't ever leave him alone or he might die. So, I walked to school. From the outskirts of the parking lot, a group of the popular kids sat outside the entrance. As I walked towards the entrance, one of the boys there made eye contact with me and I was the first to break it. When I finally reached the entrance after walking through the cold for so long, the group sniggered at me and threw an egg at me. I went to the bathroom to clean up and the boy who made eye contact with me waited to apologize. I slapped him and kicked him in the crotch, which I feel bad for now because I realize that he meant no harm and that he truly was sorry. He followed me to my locker and introduced himself. His name is Antonio. I told him my name and he told me it was angelic. Later, he sat with me at lunch, probably because he felt bad for me. Anyhow, he did. He walked me to class after lunch. And just before I got on the bus this afternoon, he said bye to me. Something about him is different. I don't know how to place it.
~Amy
She locked her diary and then put it in her dresser. She walked over to her CD player and switched it off. The music ceased and the house became very quiet. A pin being dropped downstairs could be heard from upstairs.
She began to get a creepy feeling and explored her house. She heard a thump and went to check it out.
When she got to the kitchen, she found that a bottle full of milk had fell off the counter and spilled onto the floor.
The house was totally empty and she had it all to herself. She cleaned up the spilled milk with a damp cloth and tossed into the laundry room.
She was starting to get very stressed out lately and decided to go take a Jacuzzi bubble bath in her parent's bedroom.
Her feet felt very heavy to her as she trudged up the stairs.
She went to her bathroom to get some bubble-bath and then went to her parent's bathroom. The tub began to fill with water, steam steadly rising from the hot water. She poured a small amount of the bubble-bath in and stripped herself of her clothes. They were tossed into the corner, just like they were in her own room.
She stepped into the tub and applied pressure to the button that switched the jets on.
She laid back, her head against the back wall, and felt the jets massage her skin under the water.
For a half hour, she stayed in the bathtub, her eyes closed. She felt refreshed afterwards and got dressed in her pajamas.
Her parents arrived at five o'clock and her mom fixed dinner for the family. Amy watched as her mom put the pasta into the boiling water and stirred the sauce in the pot. She watched the steam rise up and then felt it hit her in the face.
They sat down at the table and Amy's mother fed Mikey. She sat across from her father.
After dinner, she walked into their family room (which wasn't much of one to begin with) and the TV sat in the corner. She switched it on and flipped through the channels. She began her homework as she listened to MTV's TRL.
Her homework occupied her until ten o'clock and then she went up to bed.
She combed her out and then brushed her teeth. As she moved the toothbrush over her front teeth, it moved into intricate circles.
She fell into bed and the second she hit the pillow, her eyes closed, and she went into a peaceful sleep. Her thoughts raced through her head for a few moments, and then they ceased. Her brain began to process new thoughts and they in turn converged into a dream....
She stood up, leaving her diary lying open, but face down on her bed and shut her door. She skimmed the titles of all her CDs and her finger followed her eyes. Her eyes stopped on Avril Lavigne. She pulled it out and opened the case. The stereo was already ajar and she placed the CD in it. Her finger made contact with the play button and music erupted from the speakers.
She got into the music and walked over to her nightstand. She extended her arm and grabbed her flashlight. Her voice matched Avril's perfectly and she sang along pretending that she was up on-stage. She danced around her room, using the flashlight as a microphone. ~~ Please tell me what Is taking place Cause I can't seem To find a trace Guess it must have Got erased somehow Probably cause I always forget Every time someone tells me their name Its always gotta be the same
Never wore cover up Always beat the boys up Grew up in a 5,000 population town Made my money by cutting grass Got FIRED by a fried chicken ASS! All in a small town "NAPANEE"
You know I always stay up without sleeping And think to myself where do I belong forever In whose arms is the time and place.
Can't help it if I space in a daze My eyes tune out the other way I may switch off and go in a day dream In this head my thoughts are deep Sometimes I can't even speak Would someone be and not pretend I'm off again in my world
I never spend less than an hour washing my hair in the shower It always takes 5 hours to make it straight. So I'll braid It in a zillion braids though it may take all friggin there's nothing else better To do anyway.
When you're all alone in the lands of forever, lay under the milky way, on and on it's Getting to late out....I'm not in love this time, this night.
Can't help it if I space in a daze My eyes tune out the other way I may switch off and go in a day dream In this head my thoughts are deep Sometimes I can't even speak Would someone be and not pretend I'm off again in my world
Take some time Mellow out Party it up but don't fall Down don't get caught Sneak out of the house
Can't help it if I space in a daze My eyes tune out the other way I may switch off and go in a day dream In this head my thoughts are deep Sometimes I can't even speak Would someone be and not pretend I'm off again in my world
Can't help it if I space in a daze My eyes tune out the other way I may switch off and go in a day dream In this head my thoughts are deep Sometimes I can't even speak Would someone be and not pretend I'm off again in my world ~~
She put her flashlight down again and sat down on her bed. She picked up her pen and diary and began:
Dear Diary,
Normally I would just complain to you about how everything that can go wrong in my life always does and how miserable and rotten my life is. But today, was different...I mean, bad stuff still happened to me but something was different. Every day is like a conspiracy against me, but not today. The morning didn't start out good, like every morning. I went through my daily routine of getting ready; tripping over that box in the hallway, though the blood thing was new. Mom woke me up after my alarm clock went off and I jumped and hit my head. I walked down the driveway and a car spit slush at me. I ran back into the house to change, so I didn't look totally horrible, which is nothing different either. I got to the bus stop only to find that the bus had already come. I knew my parents wouldn't drive me because of Mikey and his stupid heart condition. They can't ever leave him alone or he might die. So, I walked to school. From the outskirts of the parking lot, a group of the popular kids sat outside the entrance. As I walked towards the entrance, one of the boys there made eye contact with me and I was the first to break it. When I finally reached the entrance after walking through the cold for so long, the group sniggered at me and threw an egg at me. I went to the bathroom to clean up and the boy who made eye contact with me waited to apologize. I slapped him and kicked him in the crotch, which I feel bad for now because I realize that he meant no harm and that he truly was sorry. He followed me to my locker and introduced himself. His name is Antonio. I told him my name and he told me it was angelic. Later, he sat with me at lunch, probably because he felt bad for me. Anyhow, he did. He walked me to class after lunch. And just before I got on the bus this afternoon, he said bye to me. Something about him is different. I don't know how to place it.
~Amy
She locked her diary and then put it in her dresser. She walked over to her CD player and switched it off. The music ceased and the house became very quiet. A pin being dropped downstairs could be heard from upstairs.
She began to get a creepy feeling and explored her house. She heard a thump and went to check it out.
When she got to the kitchen, she found that a bottle full of milk had fell off the counter and spilled onto the floor.
The house was totally empty and she had it all to herself. She cleaned up the spilled milk with a damp cloth and tossed into the laundry room.
She was starting to get very stressed out lately and decided to go take a Jacuzzi bubble bath in her parent's bedroom.
Her feet felt very heavy to her as she trudged up the stairs.
She went to her bathroom to get some bubble-bath and then went to her parent's bathroom. The tub began to fill with water, steam steadly rising from the hot water. She poured a small amount of the bubble-bath in and stripped herself of her clothes. They were tossed into the corner, just like they were in her own room.
She stepped into the tub and applied pressure to the button that switched the jets on.
She laid back, her head against the back wall, and felt the jets massage her skin under the water.
For a half hour, she stayed in the bathtub, her eyes closed. She felt refreshed afterwards and got dressed in her pajamas.
Her parents arrived at five o'clock and her mom fixed dinner for the family. Amy watched as her mom put the pasta into the boiling water and stirred the sauce in the pot. She watched the steam rise up and then felt it hit her in the face.
They sat down at the table and Amy's mother fed Mikey. She sat across from her father.
After dinner, she walked into their family room (which wasn't much of one to begin with) and the TV sat in the corner. She switched it on and flipped through the channels. She began her homework as she listened to MTV's TRL.
Her homework occupied her until ten o'clock and then she went up to bed.
She combed her out and then brushed her teeth. As she moved the toothbrush over her front teeth, it moved into intricate circles.
She fell into bed and the second she hit the pillow, her eyes closed, and she went into a peaceful sleep. Her thoughts raced through her head for a few moments, and then they ceased. Her brain began to process new thoughts and they in turn converged into a dream....