cry

as I sit there no one notices me its like im a blank page that no one wants to write on so I cry o I cry I cry because the pian that they all cause is hurting me bad and I feel like Im going to crack like an egg that has bean dropped to many times my heart has broken my eyes are crying life has to promise me (Promise me) that this wont be the same all my life I want to find love I don't want to keep being hurt I just want to live my life as it is and try not to be some one im not I wanna I wanna live my life for ever and as long as I can

last class of my life

      I was sitting there just minding my own business in my friends desk  when all of a sudden it all went black. I guess I should have bean paying attention to what was going on but I was only 12 how would I know that it was going to happen and that my life would end that very day. I guess I never knew what my life meant till that day. The bell had rung for 2nd period as I was walking out of the class I over heard 2 teachers making a plan about some plan and to this day I still don't understand why they would do what they would. as I was in the hallway I could see my next class I realy don't like to rush to get to class but then all of a sudden mu math teacher pulled out a gun and shot me in the chest I mean she used to be a good teacher all I remember is falling to the ground in shock and not knowing what happened I started to cry as my friend grabbed me and yelled "help" until the cops showed up I felt the pain of the bullet inbeded in my chest knowing it was going to be the end of my life made me think of all the things I have done all the pain I have caused and have felt my eyes filled with tears as I began to cry my life had just flashed in a series of pictures I had sean a bright light but I didn't go into it just knowing my life was over was to much pain to bare. as I look down at my body I hear the doctor tell my parents that they have lost me and I cant stand seeing them cry it made me want to go up to them and scream no im still here don't cry but they cant see me and I know that all I wanted to know was did they catch my killer did they arrest her or is she gone with the wind my life was so short just in grade 8 almost 13 that's how it ended that's how I died and I never knew why death had to take us when we were needed the most I never asked I never asked why I was killed either but I guess I never wanted to know!


by alishia girard