Friday, August 23, 2013

Object Inspired; That Kid from Canada

"All around the world people want to be loved

All around the world they're no different than us"

That Kid from Canada
Lakeisha was a normal girl at one point, but she took a turn whenever she fell in love with a celebrity. On an early Saturday morning, Lakeisha was searching new music on YouTube; she had seen a new trending video, with a kid from Canada singing.

“This is going to be good,” she had thought sarcastically to herself.

She stared at the video waiting for the eleven or twelve year old to mess up, by the end of the video her jaw was dropped and she was amazed. She started looking up more and more videos of this child singing. She was on the computer for hours just looking up information about this kid, until her mother told her she had to get off and go to bed. With no arguments Lakeisha got off and went to her room to go to bed.

The next morning, Lakeisha turned on the T.V. and the kid named, Justin Bieber from Canada, was on there. His first single and music video was playing on the television. Lakeisha got excited, and went back on the computer to get his new song. She instead started looking up interviews with Justin Bieber, and she began to like him even more. She couldn’t stop with the obsession; she counted down the days until his CD came out, and when he went on tour. The bigger that Justin was getting, the bigger her obsession had gotten.

There had come a time in her life that a gentleman had adored her more than anything, but she didn’t notice him because of her love for Justin Bieber. She ended up leaving behind her old friends and gaining new ones who had an obsession as big as hers for Justin Bieber. Her old friends missed the old Lakeisha and had teamed up with, the gentleman, who had his heart stomped on by her, to get Lakeisha back.

They snuck into her house on a late Friday night, while she was with her new friends, and took her Justin Bieber doll, her Justin CDs, and her Justin Bieber shirts. They made sure to replace them with other objects, so she would not notice that her stuff was missing. They snuck back out of her house without making a peep and were very proud of themselves for the job well done. After they celebrated they went home and waited for her to transition back to normal.

Lakeisha had come home and noticed something different, she looked around the room a few times, and then stepped back and studied it for a moment or two. She ran to the place that her Justin doll had been and was very furious. She called her mom and made sure she didn’t move it, which she had not. Afterwards, she cleaned her room until it was spotless, and still couldn’t find her prized possession. She sat on the floor and just began to cry, when suddenly she heard the door bell go off. Lakeisha went to the door and was surprised to see it was her old friends. They admitted to taking Lakeisha’s Justin Bieber items, just so they could get her back to normal. In addition they told her that they were hurt that she had left them behind.

Lakeisha just stood there for a moment trying to take all of this in, she took all of her stuff back, and slammed the door in their faces. She was angry, and didn’t understand why they would stoop so low to get their friendship back. Lakeisha went back to her room and put her stuff up, then called her new friends and told them the situation. She continued to obsess over Justin Bieber, have her new friends, and never talked to or associated herself with her old friends again.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

"I Am" Poem

                                                                        I am…


I am…



A daughter, the middle child of three, raised on good manners, in a city with the intentions of getting out.



A friend, to go to with any problems or secret, that has your back unconditionally, and makes free time whenever needed.



A cheerleader, that is fighting most stereotypes, spending all of hours at the gym and at school, who is leading students and fans at games, that is struggling to get new skills, and is almost too old to do it anymore.



A single lady, who doesn’t need any man, who plans to travel, who doesn’t take it from anyone, and has a bright future ahead.



A sister, who follows a shadow, that is second to do everything, who everyone knows, and has to live up to the standard that has been set.



I am…



Energy drinks and coffee in the morning, sweet tea in the summer, pumpkin pie in the fall, and sweets all year long.



Old crumpled notes and letters, glossy pictures, and pencil streaked drawings.



Worn uniforms, unused bows, gold, silver, and bronze medals, and trophies that sit on a shelf.



Seashells, graphic t-shirts, and keys chains, souvenirs from trips and vacations.



A metallic pink straightner and a huge walk in closet.



Sleeping in any chance I get, cuddled in a bed with lots of covers.



I am…



Dark brown eyes and original beautifully tanned skin, and blurry eyed until I put my contacts in.



Short and small, but not tiny like a twig, curvy with muscle that could lift up to ninety pounds.



Wedges and sandals, Uggs and skinny jeans, messy buns and mascara, lots of black and white.



Growing older quickly and leaving the past behind.



Wiser and still learning.



Not a child anymore.