Kristen
I felt powerless as Jim slapped me again. I looked up and the palm of his hand connected with my face again. I stood still until he was done and went down the hall to play perfect boyfriend to my mom. I sat down until the stinging eased then I got up and looked out the window down によって the neighborhood pool everyone splashed and had a blast but I admit I was terrified to 表示する my face. I don’t really know why, maybe I was scared of people calling social services, because if that happened then my stepdad Jim might 移動する on to hitting my mom. または maybe I’m scared….. either way I’m putting on a smile and wearing my best clothes tomorrow for my first 日 back at school.
Peter
My foster mom smiled at me encouragingly, it didn’t help though school was terrible, it always is. But either way I let her elp me pick out a new book bag plain as always and plain folders etc. I think it makes her feel better being a mom reliving it… I can’t imagine what she must have went through when she found out her only son and her husband where killed at a hold up at some local 7-11 maybe that’s why I 愛 Janie so much she understands what its like to lose. Unlike all the other people “call me mom” “call me dad” “blah blah blah”. She shakes me lightly bringing me out of my thought “Pete?” she asks, “Yep?” I reply. We start talking about well nothing. That’s how we are we talk about everything, we’re really close. I’m scared though for when I get moved to a new family. My social worker thinks it will be nice for me to branch out and meet new people. It’s not my fault I went through a phase of depression…..is it?
Kristen
I wake up and realize I have school today. I’m excited and nervous all at the same time. School is my escape. I pull out my お気に入り ピンク tee and smile at my appearance until I notice the bruises lining my inside arms. I quickly grab my other choice the light long sleeve that will hopefully cover my bruises all day. I try to smile but blues not really my color. So I breathe in deeply and decide to leave ホーム at ホーム and enjoy today. I sneak out of the house to avoid any slap marks on my face. Then I catch up with my フレンズ at school and go about catching up.
Peter
I’m sitting at the lunch 表, テーブル when I see her…she’s one of those annoying rich kids the ones with the squeaky voices and everything. Who can get away with everything. My thoughts are interrupted as my few フレンズ walk in and sit with me. I’m caught up on the latest gossip, it’s so sad how we gossip like girls. I try to focus on what they’re saying but I feel like I’m being stared at I turn around and the same stuck up rich girls are talking about my group I can make out a few words here and there like “trash” and “worthless” then a bunch of giggles I can feel the hurt but I won’t let it show. Then I see the one blonde girl look away from her フレンズ as if she’s ashamed of the hurtful things they are saying. Hmmm maybe there is hope in all of us.
I felt powerless as Jim slapped me again. I looked up and the palm of his hand connected with my face again. I stood still until he was done and went down the hall to play perfect boyfriend to my mom. I sat down until the stinging eased then I got up and looked out the window down によって the neighborhood pool everyone splashed and had a blast but I admit I was terrified to 表示する my face. I don’t really know why, maybe I was scared of people calling social services, because if that happened then my stepdad Jim might 移動する on to hitting my mom. または maybe I’m scared….. either way I’m putting on a smile and wearing my best clothes tomorrow for my first 日 back at school.
Peter
My foster mom smiled at me encouragingly, it didn’t help though school was terrible, it always is. But either way I let her elp me pick out a new book bag plain as always and plain folders etc. I think it makes her feel better being a mom reliving it… I can’t imagine what she must have went through when she found out her only son and her husband where killed at a hold up at some local 7-11 maybe that’s why I 愛 Janie so much she understands what its like to lose. Unlike all the other people “call me mom” “call me dad” “blah blah blah”. She shakes me lightly bringing me out of my thought “Pete?” she asks, “Yep?” I reply. We start talking about well nothing. That’s how we are we talk about everything, we’re really close. I’m scared though for when I get moved to a new family. My social worker thinks it will be nice for me to branch out and meet new people. It’s not my fault I went through a phase of depression…..is it?
Kristen
I wake up and realize I have school today. I’m excited and nervous all at the same time. School is my escape. I pull out my お気に入り ピンク tee and smile at my appearance until I notice the bruises lining my inside arms. I quickly grab my other choice the light long sleeve that will hopefully cover my bruises all day. I try to smile but blues not really my color. So I breathe in deeply and decide to leave ホーム at ホーム and enjoy today. I sneak out of the house to avoid any slap marks on my face. Then I catch up with my フレンズ at school and go about catching up.
Peter
I’m sitting at the lunch 表, テーブル when I see her…she’s one of those annoying rich kids the ones with the squeaky voices and everything. Who can get away with everything. My thoughts are interrupted as my few フレンズ walk in and sit with me. I’m caught up on the latest gossip, it’s so sad how we gossip like girls. I try to focus on what they’re saying but I feel like I’m being stared at I turn around and the same stuck up rich girls are talking about my group I can make out a few words here and there like “trash” and “worthless” then a bunch of giggles I can feel the hurt but I won’t let it show. Then I see the one blonde girl look away from her フレンズ as if she’s ashamed of the hurtful things they are saying. Hmmm maybe there is hope in all of us.
Time is just a thing.
あなた can't ever have to little.
あなた can always have enough.
But when あなた look at it,
our lives are just a piece.
A piece of what time has to give.
So why not live the fullest,
to what we can.
Why waste it wishing,
on something you'll never have.
Let time do its own thing,
so we can do ours.
あなた see time is mysterious.
It controls our lives.
And in one quick second,
our time may be up.
So take what you're given,
and give nothing back.
With time nothing is ever what it seems.
あなた can't ever have to little.
あなた can always have enough.
But when あなた look at it,
our lives are just a piece.
A piece of what time has to give.
So why not live the fullest,
to what we can.
Why waste it wishing,
on something you'll never have.
Let time do its own thing,
so we can do ours.
あなた see time is mysterious.
It controls our lives.
And in one quick second,
our time may be up.
So take what you're given,
and give nothing back.
With time nothing is ever what it seems.
Photograph by Ansel Adams
I'm just drifting, drifting down this road.
The dust kicking up behind me,
Just a 雲, クラウド to hide my past.
My feet don't leave any footprints,
My name never graces those lips
That I'm watching from a distance,
A distance that grows greater
As I'm drifting, drifting down this road.
I'm not on the way to anything great,
I'm just hiding, hiding down in the dark.
The shadows closing in around me,
Just a blanket to smother my past.
My eyes can't see in the gloom,
My voice never breaks the silence
That I keep deep in my heart,
A ハート, 心 that grows blacker
As I'm drifting, drifting in the dark.
