Chapter 2!
Juliet retrieved the papers from the chicken pen, saying hi to a few of them while she was there, and made her way towards the road. She considered going back to ask her mother about dad again, but decided that it could wait. She would talk to her about it when she got back. Jessica reached the gate leading to the road and left, taking care to remember to close it. Her farm was about a mile away from the rest of the town, so it took her about 10 minuti of walking to arrive. On the way, Juliet dropped a piece of paper. Her hands were pretty full, so she folded it and put it in her camicia pocket. Jessica took a small break and sat down in one of the empty benches. Jessica looked around. It was odd. Usually this place was pretty crowded around this time. But here she was, and there wasn’t a soul to be found. Jessica shoved the issue from her mind, there was probably some explanation. Nevertheless, she quickly got up and walked towards the bar. There may be an explanation, but it was still creeping her out. She reached the bar and opened the door, taking a few steps in. She noticed two things. First was that Phil and Steve were at the bar, having an argument as usual. The secondo was that, also as usual, there was that awful smell of cigarettes. Phil looked up from his argument and waved.
“Jules! Come on in, we need a woman’s opinion.”
“Ha ha, maybe, but I’m just here to deliver these from mom.”
“Ah yes, I have been expecting those. Thank you, dear.”
Steve watched her with an odd look. “So, how has your giorno been? Anything odd?” Juliet looked at him. Anything odd? How on earth would he be able to know about it? But then again, Steve always knew.
“Nope, sorry to disappoint, but it has been an ordinary day.”
Steve gave a sad sigh, taking a sip from his drink. “I see…well, We’ll be seeing you.”
“All right, bye!” Juliet waved to them and left the bar. She began to walk back when she remembered the piece of paper in her pocket. She took it out and ran back to the bar. She once again opened the door and took a few steps inside. “Hey, sorry, but I forgot to give…you…” Juliet trailed off. She was only gone for a minute. But everything seemed to be…different. There was no Phil having an argument with his son Steve at the bar. There was no overpowering stench of cigarettes in the air. No big, burly men having a contest in the corner of the room. No sounds floating over from the children at the daycare across the street. It was as if everything about the people here had disappeared. There was the drink Steve was having at the bar, but no sign that Steve had touched it. The building was the same, but there was no longer any sign that anyone had inhabited it. Juliet stepped back. This was getting a little too creepy for her taste. “Hello? Is anyone here? This had better not be a joke!” There was no response. Juliet took a deep breath and hurried over to the bar. She saw the stack of papers she had dato Phil earlier. She took the piece of paper she was holding and put it with the rest. The moment she did, she heard a noise from behind. “Oh, thank goodness! I was starting to think I was alo-” she trailed off in horror as she saw what was on the other side of the door.
Juliet retrieved the papers from the chicken pen, saying hi to a few of them while she was there, and made her way towards the road. She considered going back to ask her mother about dad again, but decided that it could wait. She would talk to her about it when she got back. Jessica reached the gate leading to the road and left, taking care to remember to close it. Her farm was about a mile away from the rest of the town, so it took her about 10 minuti of walking to arrive. On the way, Juliet dropped a piece of paper. Her hands were pretty full, so she folded it and put it in her camicia pocket. Jessica took a small break and sat down in one of the empty benches. Jessica looked around. It was odd. Usually this place was pretty crowded around this time. But here she was, and there wasn’t a soul to be found. Jessica shoved the issue from her mind, there was probably some explanation. Nevertheless, she quickly got up and walked towards the bar. There may be an explanation, but it was still creeping her out. She reached the bar and opened the door, taking a few steps in. She noticed two things. First was that Phil and Steve were at the bar, having an argument as usual. The secondo was that, also as usual, there was that awful smell of cigarettes. Phil looked up from his argument and waved.
“Jules! Come on in, we need a woman’s opinion.”
“Ha ha, maybe, but I’m just here to deliver these from mom.”
“Ah yes, I have been expecting those. Thank you, dear.”
Steve watched her with an odd look. “So, how has your giorno been? Anything odd?” Juliet looked at him. Anything odd? How on earth would he be able to know about it? But then again, Steve always knew.
“Nope, sorry to disappoint, but it has been an ordinary day.”
Steve gave a sad sigh, taking a sip from his drink. “I see…well, We’ll be seeing you.”
“All right, bye!” Juliet waved to them and left the bar. She began to walk back when she remembered the piece of paper in her pocket. She took it out and ran back to the bar. She once again opened the door and took a few steps inside. “Hey, sorry, but I forgot to give…you…” Juliet trailed off. She was only gone for a minute. But everything seemed to be…different. There was no Phil having an argument with his son Steve at the bar. There was no overpowering stench of cigarettes in the air. No big, burly men having a contest in the corner of the room. No sounds floating over from the children at the daycare across the street. It was as if everything about the people here had disappeared. There was the drink Steve was having at the bar, but no sign that Steve had touched it. The building was the same, but there was no longer any sign that anyone had inhabited it. Juliet stepped back. This was getting a little too creepy for her taste. “Hello? Is anyone here? This had better not be a joke!” There was no response. Juliet took a deep breath and hurried over to the bar. She saw the stack of papers she had dato Phil earlier. She took the piece of paper she was holding and put it with the rest. The moment she did, she heard a noise from behind. “Oh, thank goodness! I was starting to think I was alo-” she trailed off in horror as she saw what was on the other side of the door.
I'm cheerful on the outside yes, but under this huge hyperfilled, cheerful girl is a fragile antique.
On the outside some see me as normal o energetic maybe the one mela, apple with a hole in the barrel.
I'll plaster a smile every now and then to mostra the me-the fake me- to disguise the actual one pulling the strings.
As I stand before the mirror starring at myself I see that figure looming behind me his hand on my shoulder.
And at that moment my mask breaks and I'm stunned at my actual self.
I'm filled with depression, sadness, anger and haterid.
Never did I want to ever see the true me.
The mirror breaks and the man successivo to me whispers "Your mine." I look down in defeat.
Dropping to the ground-on my knees-I begin to cry.
He got the better of me and now I am no more.
"I'm a monster." I say to myself through a sob.
On the outside some see me as normal o energetic maybe the one mela, apple with a hole in the barrel.
I'll plaster a smile every now and then to mostra the me-the fake me- to disguise the actual one pulling the strings.
As I stand before the mirror starring at myself I see that figure looming behind me his hand on my shoulder.
And at that moment my mask breaks and I'm stunned at my actual self.
I'm filled with depression, sadness, anger and haterid.
Never did I want to ever see the true me.
The mirror breaks and the man successivo to me whispers "Your mine." I look down in defeat.
Dropping to the ground-on my knees-I begin to cry.
He got the better of me and now I am no more.
"I'm a monster." I say to myself through a sob.
I am a broken-winged eagle
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
Let us hold hands in joy
Let us sit on the warm white sand
And let us watch the sun set tonight
We're gonna be a pair
We're gonna fly away
And let nobody go into our minds
Toni-i-ight
We're gonna slowly stand up
Listen to the waves
Roar and wash into the sand
And I'm gonna lean on you
Oh where were the times?
Where were the moments?
It seems like last year
When I kissed te and locked eyes
The sun's settin
But we're never gonna leave each other
Not if we stay together
Like ever...like forever
Watch the sun set
Watch the waves roll into each other
Oh my dear,
We're gonna never be separated
Sun sets,
Waves roll,
We're gonna sleep...
Side da side.