Maybe someday, when we all find eachother, we can start over. We can have fun like we did in the good old days, and forget the pain and heart ache. We can forget that we ever seperated, if that is even truly possible. Maybe we can all pretend that we were in highschool again... Before our senior year. We can be weird and have the time of our lives without a fear of bursting into a battle. Maybe she will stop hating him and he will stop being stupid, maybe she will grow up and she will losen up. Maybe someday, when our children are with our spouses, we can board the earliest flight away from home and meet in Auburn, Washington where we grew up together. For those wonderful six years. Maybe it will pour rain like it used to in the state where the sun don't shine, maybe when the clouds clear we can drive to Seattle and determine if you can see the stars with all the blaring lights... Maybe if we all slowed down and sat in a hotel to watch a sad movie with a bow of choclate, or a funny movie with hotpockets, or a scary movie and hold eachother close we would see how much we need to be together. There were seven of us, six sisters and one brother... And no matter how much we fought we loved each other. So maybe the next time when the laundry is clean, instead of hanging it up pack it in a bag and head towards the evergreen state because maybe someday, when we all see each other again, we can start over.
Soft pale hands picked the lead of the pencil up off the paper that sat on the cheap metal desk. The room was dark and the only light on in the room was a floresent desk lamp that was bent directly over the paper, even the body to the girl writing the paper wasn't visible. Soon the pencil was placed on the desk in a slanted form next to the paper as the girl pulled herself up and flipped off the light. There was quiet fumbling as she stepped over laundry, pillows, bear bottles, and a variety of DVD's. Soon the room lit up with light to reveal a small apartment with two couches one couch was folded out into a bed where a little white dog slept next to a blonde haired woman, the girl's friend. Laundry laid in piles everywhere and a mixture of unused objects or empty objects sat scattered throughout the room. A large TV sat by the window that looked out to ther beautiful bright city of Seattle and the door leading to the room where a little girl and boy slept peacefully. A kitchen sat a distance behind the couchs. The normal appliences sat on the bland limnolium along with a table for four. Then there was the desk, placed on the dark carpetting against dark carmel brown wall next to the kitchen. By the enterance door to the apartment stood one of seven from the story she had wrote. She had curly brown hair and dark chocolate brown eyes, she wasn't exactly thin nor was she fat. She had her own sence of style, standing in the middle of the apartment in bright green pj bottoms, a white tank top, and a black zip up hoodie that she had decided to leave un-zipped. She was pale, she had never been able to get too much sun on the short vacations she took and where she lived the sun never shinned. She looked as if she had been crying, she had bright pink cheeks like she had had six years ago when she had waved good-bye to almost all of her close friends. Another of the seven slept on the couch, they had always planned to live together in the city no matter how hard life got or what happened. They had been put to the test a few times, first when the blonde girl had met Jared something and gotten pregnant... A little girl had arrived and prices of the apartment had gone up. Then there was 'Cat' and 'Doogy'... 'Cat' was a stray that had snuck into the apartment through an open window and never left. 'Doogy' was a big shaggy dog that the brown-haired girl had found on a trip to the store with the blonde girls baby girl, although Doogy and the old white fluffy dog didn't hit it off too well at first they grew on each other. Shortly after that the brown haired girl had met Tom Fanem, he fell in love with her and they started to date. Soon her belly had grown and a baby boy had arrived in the world, Jack. Tom didn't leave because of Jack, Tom left because of war. Tom was a solider and he left to fight in the war... He hadn't returned home for some time and everytime he did he would only be back for short periods of time, so the girl decided to keep the old apartment until he was done fighting. So no matter how much money they owed or how messy the apartment was their lives were unbearable great... Except for one thing. The senior year of highschool was supposed to be the best but turned out to be the worste. A fight and a break up, hateful words were exchanged and then everyone left. We all hated to leave, knowing if they stated or they joined we could make things better again... Some way. The brown haired girl smiled at Doogy as he padded towards her, his big floppy tongue swinging from side to side. She flipped off the light and walked to the smaller couch where she lifted Cat off the couch and set him on the floor and then layed down and starred in the darkness until she could make out he rest of the room. She layed alone on the un folded couch, Doogy laid next to it breathing heavily. She closed her eyes as more tears streamed down her cheeks and she fell asleep.
For maybe if we start all over again, we could all laugh like we once did and smile like we really ment it. Will you forgive me if I forgive you?
Soft pale hands picked the lead of the pencil up off the paper that sat on the cheap metal desk. The room was dark and the only light on in the room was a floresent desk lamp that was bent directly over the paper, even the body to the girl writing the paper wasn't visible. Soon the pencil was placed on the desk in a slanted form next to the paper as the girl pulled herself up and flipped off the light. There was quiet fumbling as she stepped over laundry, pillows, bear bottles, and a variety of DVD's. Soon the room lit up with light to reveal a small apartment with two couches one couch was folded out into a bed where a little white dog slept next to a blonde haired woman, the girl's friend. Laundry laid in piles everywhere and a mixture of unused objects or empty objects sat scattered throughout the room. A large TV sat by the window that looked out to ther beautiful bright city of Seattle and the door leading to the room where a little girl and boy slept peacefully. A kitchen sat a distance behind the couchs. The normal appliences sat on the bland limnolium along with a table for four. Then there was the desk, placed on the dark carpetting against dark carmel brown wall next to the kitchen. By the enterance door to the apartment stood one of seven from the story she had wrote. She had curly brown hair and dark chocolate brown eyes, she wasn't exactly thin nor was she fat. She had her own sence of style, standing in the middle of the apartment in bright green pj bottoms, a white tank top, and a black zip up hoodie that she had decided to leave un-zipped. She was pale, she had never been able to get too much sun on the short vacations she took and where she lived the sun never shinned. She looked as if she had been crying, she had bright pink cheeks like she had had six years ago when she had waved good-bye to almost all of her close friends. Another of the seven slept on the couch, they had always planned to live together in the city no matter how hard life got or what happened. They had been put to the test a few times, first when the blonde girl had met Jared something and gotten pregnant... A little girl had arrived and prices of the apartment had gone up. Then there was 'Cat' and 'Doogy'... 'Cat' was a stray that had snuck into the apartment through an open window and never left. 'Doogy' was a big shaggy dog that the brown-haired girl had found on a trip to the store with the blonde girls baby girl, although Doogy and the old white fluffy dog didn't hit it off too well at first they grew on each other. Shortly after that the brown haired girl had met Tom Fanem, he fell in love with her and they started to date. Soon her belly had grown and a baby boy had arrived in the world, Jack. Tom didn't leave because of Jack, Tom left because of war. Tom was a solider and he left to fight in the war... He hadn't returned home for some time and everytime he did he would only be back for short periods of time, so the girl decided to keep the old apartment until he was done fighting. So no matter how much money they owed or how messy the apartment was their lives were unbearable great... Except for one thing. The senior year of highschool was supposed to be the best but turned out to be the worste. A fight and a break up, hateful words were exchanged and then everyone left. We all hated to leave, knowing if they stated or they joined we could make things better again... Some way. The brown haired girl smiled at Doogy as he padded towards her, his big floppy tongue swinging from side to side. She flipped off the light and walked to the smaller couch where she lifted Cat off the couch and set him on the floor and then layed down and starred in the darkness until she could make out he rest of the room. She layed alone on the un folded couch, Doogy laid next to it breathing heavily. She closed her eyes as more tears streamed down her cheeks and she fell asleep.
For maybe if we start all over again, we could all laugh like we once did and smile like we really ment it. Will you forgive me if I forgive you?
