Once upon a time, I saw the world like I thought everyone should see it, the way I thought the world should be. I saw a place where there were endless trials, where you could try again and again, to do the things that you really meant to do. But it was Jeffy that changed all of that for me. If you break a pencil in half, no matter how much tape you try to put on it, it'll never be the same pencil again. Second chances were always second chances. No matter what you did the next time, the first time would always be there, and you could never erase that. There were so many pencils that I never meant to break, so many things I wish I had never said, wish I had never done. Most of them were small, little things, things that you could try to glue back together, and that would be good enough. Some of them were different though, when you broke the pencil, the lead inside it fell out, and broke too, so that no matter which way you tried to arrange it, they would never fit together and become whole again. Jeff would have thought so too. For he was the one that made me see what the world really was. He made the world into a fairy tale, but only where your happy endings were what you had to make, what you had to become to write the words, happily ever after. But ever since I was three, I remember wishing I knew what the real story was.
I look up at the tall, pretty tree. I toddle my way past the kitchen sink, past the table, and all the way across the room to the big, black piano. The piano was so pretty and shiny. One day, I told myself, when I was bigger, I will learn how to play music on the big piano. I climb up on top of the piano bench, on top of the keys, and onto the very top of the piano, and sit down so that my legs were swinging ...
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...g that smile. Is he going to leave now? I stop kicking the floor and sit up, watching him. But instead of walking over to the door, he stands up and walks towards the piano. I stand up and follow him anxiously, almost certain he knew my secret.
Without saying a word, but still smiling, my brother stands facing the piano, where he is tall enough to see over it, and see what is behind the piano.
"Oh lookee!" he exclaims, pretending to be surprised, "look what I found behind the piano! Looks like there's enough space for you and I to fit in there together!"
My brother again, gives me this fake smile that was to show that he never knew about the little room. I am very angry now, but I do not know what to do. I didn't want him to know that I knew that there was a little room behind the piano. I watch as he shoves the piano into the wall, my dream playhouse destroyed.
are in the room. You can tell that he thinks something's up when glances over
We looked over at each other, different expressions displayed upon our faces. She had a worried and scared expression. I was grinning from ear to ear. Unable to contain my excitement any longer, I pushed open the rotting door, the rusted hinges squeaking loudly.
“ No wasting food,” my brother teased and ran out into the yard. I was chasing after him, I felt like steam was pouring out of my ears. He ran back in right when I heard a creak. I slammed onto the door and found my brother opening his mouth and laughing at me in front of my parents. I felt more embarrassed than mad at my brother now. I scraped some skin under my chin and it was bleeding now, I hope that would make my mom feel sorry for me.
I’m going to start out with the place I’ve lived my whole life Gresham, Oregon. It’s a pretty good thing having lived Gresham my whole life. Everything is super close like parks, stores, and schools. It was the best to grow up in opinion I got to see some stuff I should avoid and got to meet people that were helpful in my life. Also a plus of living in a smaller city is if you meet one person when you go to the park you will most likely see them another time. I have friends I played basketball with at Highland one year ago and still play against them to this day. There's a community more in Gresham, I think no one's afraid to talk to each other or ask for help and if someone needs help they won’t shrug them off. That’s one thing I don’t really see if other places everyone else has their own agenda and that doesn’t include knowing your neighbors. That’s insane, but it makes me happy that Gresham has friendly people unlike other cities. Maybe some of that is to do with schooling which is the next thing I want to talk about.
I fit a piece into its spot and mumbled, "I don't wanna talk about it."
clumsy fingers clasping the rail, looking straight in front of him. The feeling that his
My perfect day would start out with Abby and I playing the Wii. The game we would be playing is Michael Jackson: The Experience. Abby would probably beat me because I'm not that well of a dancer. After that, we will play some board games, preferably The Game of Life, Clue, and Trouble. Then we would put together some puzzles.
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the door. In result to this the boy cries and decides to get a shovel
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be alone with himself. You say,“sure! It will be great to see you!” Silently relieved as you can make great use of him to move your piano.
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As he walked past me, I glanced up at him timidly. I looked into his eyes, realizing they were exactly like mine. Quickly I shifted my gaze to the floor, not wanting to make eye contact. It wasn't always this awkward between us, but something had changed.