New York is the gorilla city Fun, loudness, and business fills the air When I walk the sidewalks in my suits, I wanna feel real pretty With everybody around with their coffee, and the smiles they share
Not everybody is happy in New York Some are all about there cheddar Be confident, work, and know what you deserve Don’t get stepped on in the crowd, stand up and be better
Bikers are moving and fast moving cars Lights are flashing and conversations arousing Party people that hang out at bars Get drunk, and have fun, not remembering what they did the next morning
The kids are safe and sound asleep. Goodnight Jack and Jordan. Mike gets off of work in an hour so I will wait up for him. I might watch a movie until he gets here. I’ll watch a movie called, What Love Will Do To You. It’s about this girl who divorced an abusive guy, with the two kids they had together. Than she married a new man and lived her dream life. It sounds like a good movie. After thirty minutes into the movie, I’m starting to get tired. RING RING RING!!!
“Hello?” “Honey, I’m going to be home late. I’m in the office caught up on paperwork.” “I was waiting for you Mike.” “I know hon, I’ll make it up to you later. I promise.” “Fine. I love you.” “Love you. Bye hon.”
I guess I’m about to go to sleep then. I’ll see Mike later. After I turned all the lights off around the house, I was going to head upstairs, until I heard a noise like...
BOOM!! CLANG!!!
“Hello, who’s there?” I wimpier.
Silence
“Show yourself!!” I scream.
CLING!! Glass broke
Than suddenly... it went black, and a hand with the smell of a cigarette and latex gloves, covered my mouth. I was tightly squeezed in the arms of someone very strong, and I was hugged with a tight rope around me. When I looked behind me to see who was doing such horrible things, I was hit on the head with a glass. Then I passed out...
I woke up in a chair. I’m tied in a chair in my living room. I see someone in all black walk pass me.
“Where are my kids!!?” Was my first concern. “You mean our kids, Lisa!!” Was there response. “Jason? Why are you doing this?” “So, what does Mike give you that I can’t. Those are our kids!!” “Jason, you need to got to rehab!! Mike does not hurt me and he’s a better father figure!!” “Well, love will do this to you.” At that moment a gun was held to my head, and I was half conscious. “Jason, you don’t have to do this!! Think about our kids...” “Stop talking, Lisa!!” Jason yelled, aiming the gun back and forth between me and him.
BOOM!!!!
Jason fell forward, falling on me, smearing his blood on my glowing yellow. Mike was left standing behind him, holding a gun up, in shock.
“Mike, you just saved my life!!” I said, still in shock, with tears rolling down my face. “I know.” Mike responded, with a look of horror on his face.
I overheard Clarissa and Cindy in the hallway, across from my locker.
“He’s perfect!!” Clarissa declared. “Let me see Claire.” Cindy said. Then Clarissa showed Cindy a picture on her phone.
“Omg!!” Cindy praised. “Yes, Claire!! His eyes talk to me through his social media feed!!” I wonder who got Clarissa’s attention like this. “Peter is perfect. He can be my future husband. He can teach the kids how to play all the sports he knows now!!” Clarissa fantasied. I start to grow nervous, as I listen more to their conversation. Are they talking about Peter, as in me, Peter? I play sports. I just kept listening from my locker. “Soccer, basketball, baseball, tennis, swimming” Cindy listed with excitement. “Don’t forget that Peter also plays football.” Clarissa added. Okay now I know there talking about me, I’m Peter and I play all those sports. You definitely cant forget football, I mean look at these biceps!! “The list goes on, sista!! Peter is an angel.” Cindy mused. Well now I’m curious what else there going to say about me. I’m going to turn my face into my locker so they don’t see me nervously blushing. “Cindy, I heard he’s a big romantic and that he sweet talk his words.” Clarissa said. “That’s not what I heard, Claire. I heard that he can’t even smile at a girl without wetting his pants. That’s why they call him, “Dracula,” every Valentine’s Day. Why would he bite that poor girl?she was only going to give him a hug.” Cindy laughed. Forget you Cindy, I think as I remember that poor poor girl, and I couldn’t help but laugh a little. And a little too loud.
“Peter is that you?” I heard Clarissa ask. Dang, why did I have to laugh!!? “No, this is George from... you know what? It’s none of your business.” “ would you stop being such a girl, Peter? You know Clarissa likes you!! You know what I’ll give you guys some space, bye girl, call me later.” I heard Cindy’s footsteps getting further and further. “It’s okay, Peter. Let’s take a walk.” Clarissa said. I slowly closed my locker and held her hand.
“I love you, and I promise I won’t bite.” I joke.
“I love you too, Dracula.” Clarissa said
Why do we crave equality? Like we want or need someone to tell us if we qualify for this society?
A friend for company isn’t too bad, sometimes You won’t get too lonely within your soul, body, or mind
We convince each other that we need each other,
But really, we just need that affirmative dominance within one another
This love keeps us alive
The vulnerability, and the commitment
We want one another But we are totally opposite
I’m green, your blue, I’m going right, and your going left, I’m going in a circle, but your going in a square, I’m going over here, but your going over there
Stay safe, love And have a smooth ride And come back to me, like you always do Because love is the lie that keeps us alive
The wine in your glass, makes every hour more tense Your red lipstick and red dress adds chaos to what’s already extreme Your perfect smile, and your derision-based laugh is as loud as a fire My feelings were strong, they were haywire They were out of control, and lost But, when you burned me in your fire, I realized you don’t deserve that much power, your nothing but a liar.
Your taste was too expensive And I’m a cheap knockoff We were never good, we were never in common I should of never complicated things, Because now, all I see are extensive fires.
Don’t patronize our love I love you But do you really love me back? Your a clown, and I’m just as foolish
I love you I love your selfish, Boujiee ass Your a clown, but I’m just as foolish Don’t patronize our love
I’m depressed, and vulnerable I love you I want to run this car right off the road, definitely no happy ending, no bliss Your a fucking clown, but I’m just as foolish
Why do I feel pathetic For feeling emphatic? Like I’m being used And ran through like credit.
I would be sacrificial For the ones I love most I get too attached And don’t know how to let go
I get too close And when the energy isn’t returned It leaves a empty hole like the nostril At the bottom of my nose 😪
I know I can’t be what you want I can’t be him or her I’m a liability and an absolute I’m just destitute And I will not keep getting hurt, Keep my distance and be in solitude
“This is Aimee from AA News, we here stand by four murders in the room of a thirteen year old. She goes by the name of ANDERSON.” DoN dOn Donnnnn!!
The television is lying!! Those reporters are lying!! I am thirteen and I refer to being Anderson, but this can not be me, I mean can I really be capable of FOUR murders. I’m being framed and I have to get to the bottom of this.
I looked up all the people in this town with their name containing the name Anderson. I found a lot of people, but one name that I saw, really intrigued me. That name was Aimee. This could be that reporter. After all, it is called AA News. I don’t know.... maybe for Aimee Anderson!!! It’s time for that reporter to stop asking questions and be questioned.
The next morning, I snuck into the AA News office, and I hid in the closet, waiting for Aimee to come to work. When she finally did, I didn’t come out of the closet until she went live in television.
“Hello folks, Aimee speaking, and I have come today to give an update on Anderson and the four murders she’s been accused of.” Aimee said, looking uneasy. And that’s when i busted out of the closet and got down to business.
“Aimee, darling, why do you call this show the AA News?” I ask. Aimee started to sweat, and she stuttered over her words.
“Look who’s joining us today folks.” Aimee fabricated.
“Answer the question, Aimee!! Why is this show called the AA News?”
“Why, my name of course dear.” Aimee brushed me off with a smile.
“What exactly is your name? Your full name?!”
“Um... Aimee Adams.” Was her nervous answer.
“Adams? That’s strange all for the fact that the government has you in their data for Anderson!!”
“I’m afraid I don’t know what your talking about.” Aimee sweats more intensely.
“Oh, I think you do, and you better start talking!! Tell me and your live the truth, Aimee!!” My eyes bulged and my ears smoked. My teeth grunting and my arms folded, Aimee looked guilty and broke out in a screech.
“Okay!! I’m sorry, it’s me. I made up a fake story line and your life matched it perfectly. I committed the murders!! Yes, I did and the four people I murdered were the love of my life, and three of my co-workers from the show. That’s why you haven’t seen Steve, Stacy, or Robert, alongside me on the show. I’m sorry.” Aimee starts to cry. “I’m sorry, I had to!! The love of my life, Kyle, figured out that I was cheating on him with Robert and Steve and Stacey were bad for business when they figured it out by putting the pieces of the puzzle together. I was just protecting my title!!” Aimee cried more. “Well, Aimee Anderson, the only title you have now, is MURDERER!! Take her away boys.” She was seized.
The future, to me, is a terrifying leap, on an interesting adventure. You have stages of life. Your once a child than a pre-teen, teen, and adult. You jump right into responsibilities. My future career is going to be a big leap, I feel. I’m taking writing opportunities and I’m going to New York. It’s big, a place eight hours away. Sometimes you have to rip off that band-aid to see if the scab healed. I have to get to New York to see my opportunities. My future would be a terrifying leap to an interesting adventure.