~Haikus 3~

1. I dribble the ball    I rush past their defense    I shoot, then I score!!





2. The beautiful sun   Its rays beaming down on me    It lights up the world





3. Refreshing and cool    An ice cream cone in summer     A vanilla treat

~Haikus 2~

1. Swimming In water.    Or realixing on my porch.   Summer memories...




2. I come home from school.    I wait for my cat to greet me.   Oh darn, shes sleeping.





3. This haiku will rhyme.    But how will I find the time.    This is sublime.  

A Bit About Me!

Hello! I decided to write a little bit about me instead of a poem or story. I was born in Aberdeen, Washington and since then I've moved. I have a mom, dad, and sister and two fish. Here are some things about me:


Favorite animals: Giraffes, monkeys, and sheeps.{Is it sheeps? Shep? Sheep?}

Favorite Netflix show: Stranger Thingsssss!!!!!!!

Favorite season: Summer

When was I born: August 7th

Favorite You tuber: Too many to say. {Some are TheOdd1sOut, and The Try Guys}

Any social media: Musically

Introvert or Extrovert: Extrovert around family/friends anyone else introvert

Laurel or Yanny: I hear Yanny mostly but I can hear Laurel if I want to. 

Ok, so now you know stuff about me, so I'm going to thank you for a second. Even though I only have a few people who read my stuff thank you for looking at my blog. If no one had read my stuff I would probably have quit within the first week {Joking}. Peace!

~1st Few Haikus~

1.      How much can I fit

       in this haiku without it

          running out of its---

2.      Wondering in Spring

    get your head out of the clouds

         you tall neck giraffe

 3.       I'm a ghostbuster

     On a dark Halloween night 

          I want more candy.

"Shhhhh...."

“SHHH….”

I recently rented an apartment in New York. It wasn’t nice and it didn’t have a good view. I would have gotten a nicer one but I didn’t have much money. In a week, I would have a job interview and hopefully I would be able to find a better apartment so I could save up money for a house.  My friend, Lucy, had helped me find cheap ones since NY apartments cost a lot of money. She had suggested a website for me to look at since it didn’t cost lots of money. I ended up finding a woman who helped me get my apartment. She was going on vacation during the time I needed a living space. The woman was renting out the apartment for fifty dollars a night. Even though it was only fifty dollars I wasn’t sure I could pay the three hundred and fifty dollars for the week but with persuasion I managed to get the apartment for twenty-five dollars a night.

I gave her a call and we arranged the time that I would be arriving. It would be in a week, the day of my interview. I scheduled a taxi so I could arrive there. I have always thought taxis were a waste of money but I had to get one this time.

 As I was arriving, I looked around and saw the neighborhood. There was a ton of graffiti and I saw a fight in an alleyway but I took the bit of happiness I had left and tried to remain cheerful. I didn’t want to arrive grumpy.

I also surveyed the outside of the building.  The windows were dirty and in between many of the bricks was mold. I considered telling the woman that my interview was canceled but I knew that, in retrospect, this would be worth it. I trudged up to the apartment and knocked on a door. As I was waiting, I saw that on the door was a metal number, twenty-one. Slowly, the woman opened the door and greeted me with a smile that looked fake. She was about in her early forties as far as I could tell. “Come in! Come in!” she exclaimed as she ushered me into the room. It wasn’t as bad as I thought, it had the necessities. A bed, window, lights, a living room, a bathroom, and a small kitchen. In a far corner was a huge makeup light and on the sides, were many Bollywood posters. The room was clean and welcoming. A good choice for twenty-five dollars a night. It was a small space but perfect for a few months living, I would just have to ignore the bad area.

As I was still looking around, she interrupted my thoughts with a giddy laugh, almost if she was on drugs. “So, you’re all set? Great! I’ve already brought my bags to my car.” She then pointed to a truck and in the back, were many bags. “Is there anything I should know?” I inquired. She shook her head no. “What is your name?” I asked. “Dear, time is of the essence! No need for names!” she exclaimed as she left.

After she left, I made myself comfortable, unpacking and such. I ate a quick snack before calling a taxi again and heading to the interview. I’ll spare you the details of it, since they are long and boring and not as important as what happened afterwards.

It was very late when I got back. Everything was pitch black. I walked up the stairs since there was no elevator. Not that I would have trusted the elevator anyways. As I was opening the door, I wondered who else lived in the apartment building. I hadn’t seen anyone else yet but they were probably asleep.

Once I turned on the lights, I noticed that some of my clothes were sprawled over the floor.  I concluded that I must have knocked over my bag spilling my clothes. At the time I didn’t notice that the bag wasn’t unzipped and it was where I had left it.

I was exhausted and I decided to take a shower in the morning. So, I jumped into bed for a good night’s sleep. The mattress was comfortable and not squeaky. I was surprised. And I drifted off to sleep.

There was a loud shuffling in the middle of the night and I awoke. Just before I was about to fall back to sleep, thinking it may have been one of my neighbors, I saw a figure. At first, I thought I was hallucinating but then it moved ever so slowly. The shape was tall and skinny, it nearly resembled a person. I inched my arm toward the light switch, my heart pounding.

Just before I reached it the figure jumped down and crawled out of sight. “What in the world?” I whispered. When I turned on the light I got up and started walking around the apartment trying to find the figure. When I saw nothing, I went to bed. In the morning I called the woman. I must have sounded very peculiar asking if there was anyone or anything else that lived with her. She paused for a while and then and answered with no. She insisted that I was imagining things but her voice was trembling.

I proceeded with my day, heading off to my  first day of work. As I came back that night, I was extra cautious. I locked the door twice and checked each room but nothing was there. I placed a knife on my bedside stand and got in bed and went to sleep.

That night I was woken up again around two. This time the figure was much closer than the previous night. The figure was so skinny that I could nearly make out the rib cage. I could see two dark circles were its eyes must have been. I tried to scream but I just couldn’t. Then, it reached its finger up to its mouth and slowly said, “SHHHH.” The sound was so haunting it sent a shiver down my neck. “SHHHH,” it continued.  

I must have passed out because when I awoke, it was day. It couldn’t have been real! I was taught my whole life not to believe in these things. But what if it was real? I shook my head to be rid of the insaneness. I must have been having nightmares. But this happened, not every night, but many nights.  Over and over.

I went to my final day of work, the last day I would have to be here. As I arrived back, I couldn’t help lingering outside of the door. Should I go in? But I did. All I had to do was last one more night.

I decided to sleep on the couch this night so I could be closer to escape if it came with intentions of harm. It took me a long time to fall asleep, but, I did manage to finally drift off.

I awoke at three because of a cold breeze. I sat up to see that the window was open. I got up to close it, ready to scream and call the police. I heard a soft “SHHHH,” beside me. I closed my eyes ready to cry. “SHHHH.” It got louder. I got my courage to turn and face this creature. It was about seven feet away. It just kept its finger up and kept shushing me. “SHHHH.” I feared that if I tried to call the police it would jump and kill me. “Please.” I whispered. “Go away.”

“SHHHH,” it said, “don’t tell.” It stayed there for a few minutes until it crawled back out the window, looking at me one last time.

I jolted for my phone to call Lucy. I was surprised she understood me since I was a mess. “Should I call the police?!” I screamed. “No,” she replied. “They won’t believe you, you need to come home. You’re just seeing things.” My heart sunk, she didn’t believe me. “But...” “Go to sleep and then tomorrow come home as soon as possible.” I curled up into a ball and stayed there awake for the rest of the night.

The next morning, I packed my bags and rushed to call a taxi. I didn’t care about my car, even though it was still in the parking lot. It was silly but I needed to be with someone, anyone. As I was leaving I bumped into the woman, she was back early. She asked how my stay was but I looked at her and rudely pushed her aside. “I have to go. My friend isn’t answering my calls.” “Wait!” the woman said. I kept on going down the stairs. “Why isn’t she answering?” she asked again. I sped up my walking and made it to the taxi stop, which was next to the apartment, when she said, “Did you tell? You did, didn’t you?” I stopped. “What have you done?” she said and then she collapsed to the ground. She whispered, “ Tell your friend never to tell. Never…..SHHHHH” then she shut her eyes.

       I called 911 and an ambulance came and took her to the hospital. Some of the workers gave me dirty glares as if I was the one who did it to her. I wanted to scream at them that I didn’t do it, but I held it in.

       As they took her away one of the workers told me to go home. But I didn’t. I went up to the apartment, room twenty-one.

       I left my luggage downstairs since I wouldn’t need anything. But I put my phone in my pocket in case Lucy called back.

       My heart was pounding as I walked in, yet I knew that the monster wasn’t there. He only came at night. I was looking for any sign of that monster.

       I pushed aside a Bollywood poster and a tin of makeup. I found nothing. I moved to the kitchen, then the bathroom, the bed, and lastly the living room. Yet I still found nothing.

       I was about to leave when I heard a screeching noise outside. It scared me so badly that I fell backwards between the makeup mirror stand and a wall. As I was getting up my hand brushed against a small round shape, that was under the mirror stand. It was a zip drive.

       Quickly, I rushed downstairs to where I stowed my luggage and took out my computer and ran back upstairs. I plugged in the zip drive and pulled up the image.

       The image made my heart nearly stop. It showed the exact picture of the monster. This was the first time I could get a good look at it.

       Underneath it was words in Greek, Αυτός που λέει, θα χαθεί. Θα είχε μια μέρα which meant, “He who tells, will perish. He would have one day. “

       There were also plans to create more. They would take over the world. The woman was going to make more, but I accidentally killed her. And I was going to die in a few hours.

       I reached for my phone and started texting Lucy. I was telling her not to tell anyone, ever. And I told her that I was going to die.

       After I hit send, I collapsed to the floor. I thought I was going to die. But instead my limbs grew and I became something. I looked in the mirror and I smiled. I raised my finger to my lips and whispered “SHHHH…” then I leaped out the door, looking for my next victim.

THE END

MY BEST FRIEND PENNY

MY BEST FRIEND, PENNY

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It was Winter Break and I was watching T.V, when my mom and dad walked in with a horribly grim look on their face. “What happened?” I asked blindly. Mom and Dad exchanged looks then they came and sat down. “We need to talk.” A rushed sense of panic came across me. Did they know about the fight? But before I could apologize my dad uttered two words that would haunt me, destroy me for many months. “Penny…” He paused and took a breath. “Died.” No, no, no, no! This can’t be true…. then I blacked out.

“OhmygoshisshealiveisshebreathingisAliceokpleaseletherbeok!” My mother’s frantic voice sounded a thousand miles away. Black and white specks danced in my head. I didn’t move. I didn’t want to. Penny was dead. My best friend since preschool, the one who I shared all my secrets with. Who I gave my peanut butter cups to for nothing in return. Only true friends give up their peanut butter cups. We would pool together our money to buy them at the   vending machines at school. But it was all over.

Slowly, I opened my eyes and took a shaky breath. “H-how? When?” My mom and dad's relieved faces were the first things I saw. My dad told me how she died. “Penny was going to Oregon to see her family when she was in car accident.”  I couldn’t bear it any longer, I started sobbing uncontrollably. Hot tears fell down my face like a flowing river and it felt like my heart was scrunching up and my ribs were building walls around it so nothing could come and help me or save me.

For what felt like an hour I cried and cried. My mom started crying too. It was no surprise. Penny was like another daughter to her. Dad just rubbed our backs with a sorrowful face. “The fight!” I cried out, “Our stupid fight! We never made up! NO!” I knew there was nothing I could do about it. She was… gone.

Gone.

The fight happened near the end of the school year, when everyone was desperately looking for a date to the End of the Year School Party. Penny and I were never considered popular but we weren't not popular. People acknowledged us, they knew we were there. For years we had a crush on Will Byers. He was the most popular boy and many girls liked him. We would joke around about what we would say if he asked us to the dance but we never thought we would ask us.

One day after history he came and asked me to the dance. I was so flabbergasted I replied, “Do brown bears eat honey? Yes!” He laughed and then walked away. To me it all seemed like he knew that I was going to say yes. But he did so many sports and activities I wouldn’t have been surprised if he could mind read.

The news got around school fast and by next period nearly every girl knew. How? Social media? Gossip? I still don’t know. Half of the girls congratulated me like I won an award and the others glared at me if I just blinked.

                            Penny was in between.

After school we made plans to go to the movies but first we went to Jamba Juice. She asked about the dance but I could tell she wasn't happy. I don’t know why to this day I did what I did but it’s one of the biggest regrets of my life.

 I asked why she wasn't happy for me and that I would have been happy for her. She told me that it was complicated and then I exploded and poured my Jamba Juice smoothie on her then she poured hers on me and then we ended up being kicked out. Not my proudest moment.

That night I couldn’t sleep. I felt too horrible. The next few days I tried to apologize but I couldn’t. We didn’t speak to each other all summer. I never even told her that I didn’t go to the dance.

I snapped back to reality and confessed what happened to my parents. Surprisingly there was no punishment. I trudged up to my room and cried myself asleep.

    I stayed in my house watching T.V, listening to songs, and scrolling through endless pictures of us, together, until school started

 When I walked in it was like time stopped for everyone except me. All eyes on me, and not in a good way. It wasn’t because I was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt or that I didn’t brush my hair. It was because I wasn’t with Penny. Now for those kids who didn’t know that she was gone they now knew. It wasn’t us anymore. It wasn’t Penny and Alice anymore.

    Whispers flew all around me that I couldn’t stop but I could hear. “Did you hear about their fight?” “What happened to Penny?” “Did they ever make up?” I walked to my locker and then headed toward class.

The rest of the school day wasn’t much better. There were still kids gossiping. The school day flew by and finally it was time to go home.  

     I got home and walked into the kitchen. My parents weren’t home yet, they were doctors and sometimes they had to stay an hour extra. Sighing, I opened a cupboard door and got out bread planning to make a sandwich.  There was a knock at the door. K-Knock Knock Knock. It was Penny and my special knock. I rushed to the door and swung it open. It was Mrs. Raths, Penny’s mom. Quickly, she stepped back but the box she was holding nearly fell. “Hi, Mrs. R. Come inside.” She smiled her bright smile and stepped in. “Hi Alice. Can I show you something?” She looked nervous and that made me worried. “Sure.” She walked over to a table and pulled out various notes and letters, all in Penny’s handwriting. My heart nearly stopped as I reached forward for a letter then stopped. “May I?” Mrs. R nodded and I picked up the letter and read.

Dear Alice. I’m so sorry for our fight. I should have been… Then the letter stopped so I read another.

My old friend, I’m so sorry. Our fight was all my fault. I should have been happy for you. Please accept …

These were apology notes from Penny. But she got it wrong. I should've apologized.  

                                     

“Mrs. R...” Then she stopped me. “Shh… You keep these notes. I have go but I hope you can make it to the funeral.” Then she left me staring at the letters and in that moment, I felt more alone than I even had felt in my life.

It took me at least thirty minutes to go through all the letters, by the end I was in tears. If she had a few more days then we would have been friends again. Best friends.

All the sudden I knew what I had to do. A small gesture but it would make a huge difference to me and her. I knew it would.

I rushed upstairs and grabbed my phone. I scrolled through my text messages and I found Penny’s and started typing.

Dear Penny, It's all my fault and I’m so sorry. I exploded when you didn’t do anything and I jumped to conclusions. I miss you so much, I wish you were here. Your mother showed me the notes, but I didn’t deserve them. I didn’t go to the dance either. You were and are my best friend and I would never betray you. Not a day goes by when I don’t think about you. I will never forget you. My Best Friend, Penny.

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THE END