Alternative Prompt: First kiss!; CNF

She was wearing a white, sparkly long sleeve shirt that barely reached her dark blue jeans. He was wearing gray sweats and a white vans shirt. These kids were perfect for each other, they saw each other every day, and they had everything in common. They loved to play all kinds of sports like Basketball, Soccer, Baseball or Softball and many more; favorite color was blue, green, and red; ride bikes and scooters for fun; went on a rope and tire swing any chance they got; and  the list goes on. They would do the most random stuff, for example Austin pulled up his shirt to wear it looked like a bra. Stuffed each side to the max with leaves, went around singing and dancing to My Milkshake Brings All the Boys to the Yard, even comparing the size of every ones boobs and saying his was the biggest.

            The uneven patches of grass looking as if a couple of six year olds went around chopping at it with school scissors. The rusted up, broken down, wooden table that they securely managed to balance on. The tall, brown, flakey tree that the two kids were under. Taking a slight step backwards to lean his short, skinny body against the tree. His fingers entangling with hers, pulling her body into his. Sliding his hands around her tiny waist until they reach the crease of her back and they interlock. Bringing her body closer and closer to his with each step she took. Stopping one step in front of him so he can’t drag her all the way into him. Unlocking his hands and resting them upon his legs. Turning his head to the right and taking one last breath. Looking back at her he grabs her by the butt and brings her all the way till where their bodies are so close they could hold a magazine between them. Wrapping her arms around his small neck, to make things more comfortable on both of their parts. Eventually moving his hands up to her waist and squeezing her tight, as he makes sure they stay pressed together.

            Getting lost in the smile of each other’s eyes. Taking one last step in, leaning closer and closer. Until the soft, smooth, un-chapped lips of each other’s were pressed together. Thoughts racing threw her head "oh my god I can't believe this is really happening; I think I'm falling in love; he is so cute and an amazing kisser; I don't want this night to end." The thoughts racing threw his head " Damn, it's about time; she is so pretty; really good for her first time; I don't want this night to end." De-puckering are lips to smile and look back into each other’s eyes. Just for a minute later to go back into kissing. Those kids will never forget their first kiss and all the amazing ones to follow after.

Cnf; Memories is how we hold on!

You can’t forget him. He can forget you. John Hatfield’s greased up mechanic look from working, and had the personality of a crazy person.  You don’t walk by and glance, you walk by with your eyes glued on him unable to leave his sight.

            For fun he would give us nicknames from diseases. Elijah was E-coli. Ashley was Ash-tray. Desmin was Desitin. Javione was Jaundice. Lisa was Pissy Sissy. Carly was Cat-Balou, because he never figured out one for her.

            The first time having Mexican food at Carlos Murphy’s he crapped his pants while walking to the car. “No, I’m going to be blowing it up. I’ll wait till I get home,” refusing to go at Carlos Murphy’s. Minutes later... letting loose the wettest, most disgusting fart ever. To realize that it wasn’t just a fart that would be coming out of his butt hole. The brown, runny chunks of poop drained in the brown runny liquid sliding down his legs. Soaking his pants as it all flows to his ankles while he is doing the best he can to shake it out of his jeans. “Eww! You’re so gross. That is nasty.” his sister says laughing so much she almost peed her pants.

            Funny… He liked to catch people off guard by saying the unexpected. Loving… Adored his family to death, they were his everything, that’s mainly why he left. Un-modest… Sprinted around the apartment complex nude at night. Stupid… Grew pot, did drugs, smoked, etc. These are things his sister would explain John as to her kids and anyone who would ask about him. 

            The worst but most shocking surprise he would give the family would be in November 2003.  The chilly breeze through the slightly cracked windows makes that morning even more memorable. Pulling up into a mysteriously silent drive way to be told by the parents “go sit on the grass and wait till we come get you.”  Minutes that seem like hours go by. Joe Tanner’s slowed down, flushed out eyes as he walked to tell us the news. The news we would hope wasn’t true, that this was all a dream. “I’m so sorry, but John is never coming back.” Grabbing all of us for a big hug as all of us broke down in tears. Daddy’s Little Girl now dad less for life, uncle’s little niece no more with her favorite person for life, John’s wife now to be widowed for several years after that. “What, what happened” attempting to hold back the tears the best they could.  “He committed suicide, hung himself in the garage.” Walking away cause he can’t bear the sight of the kids and has to meet the coroner. No words or spoken only the sound of everyone crying.

            He had a wife, a wife who would eventually have enough. He had two kids, two kids who loved him to death and would grow up without him. He had a family, a family who would never stop loving him. He had a life, a life he would at the age 33. He was once with us, but will always in be in our hearts.

Cnf; Sometimes, A Wakeup Call is Needed!

      
         Beep, beep! Ryan opening the text message from Carly. The fine print on her black chocolate touch stating "nothing much" after she asked " what's up?'' The thoughts crap! I should of lied; is she going to figure out some things wrong; should I turn me phone off... Just as the last thought  reaches my mind opening like a new text message.
       Replying back "what's wrong, don't lie to me" my heart sinks as if it were the titanic after it crashed. One minute. No respond. Five minutes. No respond. Thirty minutes. No respond. Attempting to put myself  back to one piece, RING, RING! It's Ryan calling. My shaky frail white fingers barely able to push hard enough on the send button.
       "hello, Hello, HELLO" raising her voice with each hello. "Shh! I heard you the first time" wiping the tears from my soggy cheeks, "come over, I won't say anything over the phone." Not even waiting to hear her say alright on my way I abruptly hang up the phone and immediately do my best to clean myself up.
       Knock, knock. Getting about six steps down the stairs, not even half way, she lets herself in and follows me up my carpeted stairs into my big pink and purple bedroom. Minutes go by, no words are spoken. I kept trying and trying to tell her what's wrong but I can't get the words to come out. She finally speaks up, looking deeply in my eyes " Do I need to start or do you?" Five more minutes more pass by, no words are spoken, the awkward tensions are starting to gradually increase.
        Tears pouring down my face like a downpour. "Ryan, some things wrong. You can't tell anybody and have to promise not to be judge mental at all." Her eyes slowly filling with worry " I promise! what's wrong, whats going on?" Two minutes pass bye. " I need to leave. I need to get out of here, I cant do this anymore... Look at the door, my bags packed. Look on top of the drawer, the notes already been written." seconds pass by, cutting her off " I'm telling you this because I want you to stop me before its too late. I need someone who truely cares about me to be there for me, or Im just going to go." I can see the suprisement  in her eyes and mostly facial reactions. " Omg! Don't leave, you have to stay. I won't let you leave this house. Why would this ever cross your mind? Who is this girl your going to meet and run away with?'' All I can say is " Thank you so much, I love you and I can't tell you!"
        Looking back at all the moments these times have occured I'm so thankful I never did it. I had to realize this because my best friend and cousin Kayla Cornell had ran away from home. Missing for about twenty hours, searching for about five hours, crying and hoping everythings all right 24/7.  Seeing her after all this went down, seeing her mom in tears, seeing how it effected so many of our friends. It's a wakeup call! It's tragic we had to go through this the hard way, but I think we all learned we can't do this to our families or our friends. All she had to do was open the bottled fillings inside her to anyone of her friends or counslers. To say " nothing much" when you really need to talk to someone or need help is the worst thing you can do to yourself.
  

Not Suprising at all, thanks!

    Fake. Just like always. Two-faced. Just like usual. Lying. Just a part of you. Backstabbing. Just so you can fit in and look cool. Follower. Just something that will never leave you. Weak. Just can't stand up for anything. Out of all this, I wonder why I'm so quickly able to forgive you.
    Notice how, I'm always defending or standing up for you. When people call you fat, blonde, and stupid. I'm the one talking and you're in the shadows taking everything to heart. Always telling me how you and I weren't her friends anymore. Then how come the one time over summer I need your support, you aren't there?
How do you feel when you look  in the mirror at the disqusting person you've become? Have fun betraying the friends who truly care about you.

Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup

The last time I remember having Campbell’s Chunky Chicken Noodle Soup was October 25, 2011. The relaxing smell of a nice steamed up bowl of chicken noodle soup easing my aching stomach. The white chunks of chicken floating around in the yellow soup makes it smell just a tad bit more delightful.

            Out of all the shapes and forms it comes in, I only have a can to pleas my appetite. A quote on the can Soup That Eats Like A Meal, that lives up to its saying.   A soup that’s both special and full of magic because of the never ending taste of heaven in your mouth. The antibiotic type of quality and spiritual boost your mom gives you in hopes to make you feel better.

            In this case, it wasn’t my mom making me it was my friend Vanessa Manzano. The can stating cooked with care in the USA but in reality it’s the person making it for you. She has been my next door neighbor and one of my best friends growing up.  She always is so caring, generous, and thoughtful. Offering to make me food or cook me something whenever, most importantly when I’m sick.

            Scraped clean bowl, no more soup. It’s all digested in my stomach by now. I finally feel good; no bad after taste; the wanting to puke sensation is finally gone. Then a couple hours go by, the healing power is faded and I’m back to before. Sick, wanting to throw up, and in bed hoping for this to finally go away. All of this reminding me how much I love chicken soup and the person who is kind enough to make it for me.

My Uncle in a Photograph!

There’s my uncle, sitting down on the couch while his daughter Ashley and niece Carly are making his hair beautiful by making a bunch of pigtails. His hair barely reaching the ears, so all the ponies are small. There’s only four visible so far.

It’s during the year 2002, just another day unlike no other. My uncle’s blank face, leaves me wondering what he actually is thinking. I assume, it’s what the hell did I get myself into or what am I going to look like at the end of this. Only if we knew this was the last time we’d see this expression because he would have committed suicide November 2003.

If you look closely, in the window there’s a tiny little play set. Will he ever take us on this or let us do his hair again? There’s no smile on his face, but every other time he does. A couple of months earlier is when this starts. We rarely see him so it took awhile to notice it. When you were around him you could tell how hard he was trying to hide his depression. The depression of being sad, mad, and unloved because he never sees his family anymore.

John left us like the drop of a hat. We were so blinded by the good times as a family we were having that no one noticed we were slowly pushing him out of our lives. He leaves us with a note. Note that states I’m sorry if I ever hurt you guys, I’ll promise I’ll never do it again, I love you guys so much, it would be easier without me in your life and this is what needs to happen. I’m so sorry! He writes this note before making the decision to kick the wooden chair from beneath his feet. Making his body drop like a sack of potatoes and that rope is what takes his very last breath away.

I LOVE you so much uncle, I wish you were here with me right now. I MISS you like crazy and I’m ALWAYS thinking about you.

                                              <3 always,

                                             Cat Balou(:

CNF(MONOLOGUE)- It's Unfair Grandparents!

          Grandma, Grandpa, when can Brooke and I come over? I know you love us and all your grand kids, but you never call anymore.

          You always wait for us to call you, and wait till we want to something. Always say " I miss you guys; we barely see each other; you guys need to come over more often; you guys never call us; we are never busy, you can come over whenever; I LOVE YOU GUYS!(:" If this is true, then how come you don't ever call to spend time with us or see how were doing.

          Seriously, I know you love us but it's unfair we have to call you guys just to see or talk to you.

          Don't be mad at me! Don't pretend this isn't true. Don't you even think for a second we just realized this, we've know this whole time. I love you guys top death, it 's just not fair that we have to do all the work to see you guys. I LOVE  YOU, please don't be mad at me, but it's about time you guys start acting like grandparents and not like a stranger we met at the mall.

My biggest Lie- CNF

My Biggest Lie.

BY: Carly Tanner

9/21/11

Every Parent has their own rules for their kids to obey. Ones that are expected to never be broken, and the one's so serious your life can be terminated if you disobey it.  For my parents there is a list.

My parents always say "Never EVER go swimming or have people over when were gone; don't use the microwave or oven when were not home; don't play with scissors or knives," and the list goes on. I've broken almost every rule there is. The one I got the most in trouble for would have to be when I broke the swimming rule.  I had twelve guys, my nine year old sister, and one friend my age that's a girl all going swimming with no adults home.  That day it was around one hundred and five degrees outside. Your skin would turn red in minutes from the sun's bright glare. My parents went out and wouldn't be home till about four thirty and it was only two thirty. I hear a knock at the door and it appears to be all my friends.

" Hey"

" Carly, can we go swimming please?"

" No one's home and they will be shortly."

"Just for a little bit, they won't even know we were here"

"Fine, fine just real quick but when I say it's time to get it out you have to."

"Alright, thanks so much" walking by giving me hugs right before each of them jump in the pool. Doing  front flips, dives, cannon balls, back flips, and the occasional belly flop.

Now it's time where we are kicking all the boys out, and have forty five minutes left. So when we finally get all the boys left we turn to look at the timer clocking down. "We only have twenty five minutes left now." The girls decide, what the heck lets jump in for five and get out and dry off as fast as possible. Which seems like a good idea, until we didn't hear the timer and all of a sudden we got ten minutes. When my parents finally arrived, we were shaking in our boots, our hair was drenched and wrapped up in towels as if we just got out of shower, and the water dripping of our bodies. We had a slight of relief when they didn't mention  a thing about it. We were sold on the fact we got off until they asked around five times. My dad figuring out what really had happened cause some of the guys had left their wet t shirts and socks in the back also big puddles of water covering the edges surrounding the pool. Around the fifth time he asked we knew we were screwed. I ended up getting grounded for only six months. The reason it was so short cause is I had to have it for school. My parents had lost all trust and  respect for me. This all happened the summer before high school. Till this day my parents still have no trust or respect for me.

Freshman Year Memories!

                I remember my first day of high school, how I shook so much and started to smile when friends started to show up. I remember my first high school dance. I was jumping up and down so much and shivering. I remember my science group in tutorials. We were constantly laughing, making jokes, eating pop corn, and constantly being told to "quiet down". I remember my friend Ashley's black light birthday. I remember the international fair with Thomine and Josefine Mortensen. We preformed a dance to the Lilo and Stitch theme song(Hawaiian version). I remember my first college fair in Avid. My group had Menlo, I was shivering and shaking almost the whole time. I remember Mrs. Hadjes Spanish 2 class. It involved a lot of work, but each day was full of laughter. I remember my wall of pictures I made. It is a wall full of memories, friends, and times I wish I could go back to.
               I remember Mr. Clemmner's class, I was constantly being picked on. I remember making my friend constantly read this book in class, and have to sing out loud. I remember how my English group was constantly laughing, talking, smiling and most involved in class. I remember when coach Dunn had asked me " If I wanted to play for the school's soccer team?" My jaw had dropped, my eyes grew big and I said "Yes" with the biggest smile on my face. I remember the slap war me and some friends had during soccer season, around twenty people participated in it. Brittany Davis slapped my leg so hard, there was an immediate sting; to soon realize I would have her handprint on my leg for over a week. I remember having my phone fly out of my pocket on a ride at Pow Wow Days. There were so  many people searching for it, which  I was grateful for but unfortunately we came up short.  I remember the Avid pool party, and how a bunch of my friends walked down there as a big group. It was so hot, and the best part was that the lifeguard only yelled at me five times. I remember how I got a bunch of friends and decked out Mr. Horner's car with streamers and window paint. When he saw his car, he immediately had a giant smile on his face and was full of laughter. He ended up wanting pictures of the car with us in it. I remember my last day of school that year. There was barely anybody there, but we still made the best of it and ordered pizza.  Mr. Shoemake gave me favorite bracelet, that is in memory of Ian McCue. It's really tragic that he died so young, and how he lost his life to a skateboarding accident. He will always be in everyone's heart, and this bracelet will always be with me even though I didn't know him at all.

CNF-Growing is forever( real one)

 Who has ever realized the affection of new borns. Who are reaching out for our guidance in life. That bloom in your eyes, and smile so big it hurts your face. When your holding a new born or baby sister/brother for the first time. All you can hope is that you guide your child in the right direction, and they follow your footsteps. Who always will rely on you, that you'll always be there for them. For parents, seeing there baby's face is an ever lasting feeling. To love them and to hold them.

Eyes wide Open

When your in the hall ways, there's many things going on. When its dead silent, you can hear the footsteps slowly fade away into the darkness. Reminding you your not always alone. As the sun hits your skin, you have the feeling of warmth, and sunshine. The cool breeze that goes along with it gives you a nice relaxing feeling. Which together is a really amazing feeling. The chit chat from other classes always reminding you that your not alone.

Why I Write?

           Everyone  has their reasons to write. Out of their anger and into their passion. Others write for the surprise of a sentence. Not everyone writes for the same reason, but I write for many.

               One of the main reasons I write is to remember or to forget. When I'm stuck in a tough situation or in a really bad mood, that's when and why  I write to forget. So I can clear my mind and hopefully get a better view on what I'm going through, so it gives me a chance to think before I make things worse .Whenever I am in a really good mood or see something I'd love to remember  and never forget. So I can look back and never forget the good times.