Chapter Five:
Wendy and Yvonne:
“There’s that guy again.”
“Which guy?”
“That guy that came over to me last week and told me he was God.”
Wendy laughed. “That’s the guy? I would have thought God would… I don’t know, be a little bigger.”
Yvonne looked back over at Benny. “He’s weird. Someone should do something about him – he shouldn’t be allowed to go around harassing people like he does.”
“Oh, he’s not harassing people. I mean, he leaves if te ask him to, right?”
“It’s still weird,” Yvonne insisted. “I mean, didn’t te see him talking to that guy that fondere, c'era un odore like booze earlier? He left looking pretty mad.”
“Yeah, but some people Amore him. And why not?” Wendy asked, leaning back in her chair.
“Because it’s ridiculous to try and tell someone that you’re God.”
“But why? We don’t know God, we don’t know what he does.”
Yvonne sighed. “Wendy, sometimes I think you’re just as insane as he is.”
Wendy shrugged. “Maybe… but what’s it hurt? Maybe he’s just some crazy guy who tries to help people or…”
“Or?”
“Or maybe we’re sitting five feet away from God.”
“On a bus?”
“Hey,” Wendy smiled, “God’s got to get around somehow. It’s not like he’s Superman.”
End.
Wendy and Yvonne:
“There’s that guy again.”
“Which guy?”
“That guy that came over to me last week and told me he was God.”
Wendy laughed. “That’s the guy? I would have thought God would… I don’t know, be a little bigger.”
Yvonne looked back over at Benny. “He’s weird. Someone should do something about him – he shouldn’t be allowed to go around harassing people like he does.”
“Oh, he’s not harassing people. I mean, he leaves if te ask him to, right?”
“It’s still weird,” Yvonne insisted. “I mean, didn’t te see him talking to that guy that fondere, c'era un odore like booze earlier? He left looking pretty mad.”
“Yeah, but some people Amore him. And why not?” Wendy asked, leaning back in her chair.
“Because it’s ridiculous to try and tell someone that you’re God.”
“But why? We don’t know God, we don’t know what he does.”
Yvonne sighed. “Wendy, sometimes I think you’re just as insane as he is.”
Wendy shrugged. “Maybe… but what’s it hurt? Maybe he’s just some crazy guy who tries to help people or…”
“Or?”
“Or maybe we’re sitting five feet away from God.”
“On a bus?”
“Hey,” Wendy smiled, “God’s got to get around somehow. It’s not like he’s Superman.”
End.
I wrote this yesterday when me and my boyfriend had a big fight and it's a fight that may go on for a long time. I know I am young to write something like this but, I guess it helps. Plus If te don't like it just tell me, ok?
The Power of Words
te and I had this big long fight,
It felt like the storm during the night.
It was verry sad and cold,
My Friends had to like te a lot
and te felt like I forgot,
forgot about you.
But I had a prodject due.
te think you're mr. I'm so cool
but te used to act like a ghool.
Not to the people te love,
to the sensetive people like a dove.
How we spoke with eachother,
made te feel much better.
But the fight we had,
te detto was nothing but it was bad.
See ya pal we're ova,
take the cell te gave me and do me a fava.
Just don't ever,
Never...
Talk to me again!
The Power of Words
te and I had this big long fight,
It felt like the storm during the night.
It was verry sad and cold,
My Friends had to like te a lot
and te felt like I forgot,
forgot about you.
But I had a prodject due.
te think you're mr. I'm so cool
but te used to act like a ghool.
Not to the people te love,
to the sensetive people like a dove.
How we spoke with eachother,
made te feel much better.
But the fight we had,
te detto was nothing but it was bad.
See ya pal we're ova,
take the cell te gave me and do me a fava.
Just don't ever,
Never...
Talk to me again!
Shaun
I wonder, sometimes, if she ever thinks of me.
If she knows that I kept only one picture of her. Anything else was just too painful. In the picture, she doesn't know I am taking it until the camera flash goes off. She has been sitting at the scrivania, reception in her old bedroom, and she is half-smiling.
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I walk up to her, not breaking eye contact. Nothing existed but her.
The little girl was perched on her hip.
I trailed my fingers down her jawline. She still didn't move.
"Why did te leave?"
I wonder, sometimes, if she ever thinks of me.
If she knows that I kept only one picture of her. Anything else was just too painful. In the picture, she doesn't know I am taking it until the camera flash goes off. She has been sitting at the scrivania, reception in her old bedroom, and she is half-smiling.
**************************************************
I walk up to her, not breaking eye contact. Nothing existed but her.
The little girl was perched on her hip.
I trailed my fingers down her jawline. She still didn't move.
"Why did te leave?"