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The Immortal Effect

A bruised head, a pissed off boss, and a hysterical Stacy (crazy co-worker) is what it costs to get out of work, I wouldn’t recommend it.

“Stacy! Don’t let her walk to the bus alone! No, I’ll watch the store, go!”

Stacy ran-up to me throwing her arm around my neck (ouch), “Nice one girl, you got us both out of work! You look like your about to cry, Shaylee! You get a week off before Mrs. Mortimer will let you come back, that’s great!”

“Yeah, brings that internship in Africa so much closer,” I chuckled pathetically.

“Ohhh… look at you saving the world on your own” she said hitting the handicapped button as I opened my own door.

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The Immortal Effect… again

When we got to the bus Stacy took off “to get back to work” but I strongly suspect her full recovery from worrying about her co-worker, were the gorgeous guys that I so wish I could’ve fought with her, over. I showed the bus-driver my bus card and asked the person in the seat in front of me to wake me up when we got to Newport. The bus arrived at Newport at 8:37 and that fifteen minute nap hadn’t helped much but it had helped. Ok, just two more blocks, I plug myself into my I-pod and walked home. All the lights were off in that cookie-cutter house; expect for the front porch light, they were still waiting for

me even though this week was hell week for doctors…my parents were still waiting for me. I smiled and unlocked the front door.

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Still the Immortal Effect

“I think you’re just tired. That’s why you are seeing things…Shaylee? Are you Ok?”

The jewelry I was stocking fell and clashed on the white tile. The mallrats (people or things that live their life at the mall) snickered and whispered behind me as they pranced out of store.

“Hmmm…maybe you should go home” my co-worker said smacking her gum with the word home.

Apparently, I had been standing upright for too long, because my body was going to lie down whether I liked it or not. Everything went dark; maybe I’m pushing myself too hard.

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The Immortal Effect

A gray curtain held all the sunlight in for heaven and left Shaylee in a gray mood. The blue scrubs that were her only comfort, were one of three pairs she had for volunteering at the hospital. Shaylee opened up her planner for some false hope, that she could silence the thudding pulse in her head. But the shaky letters on paper assuredly took that ridiculous notion right out of her mind. Nine a.m. to 4 p.m., ISCP (Iowa State College Preparation) High school; 5-7 p.m., volunteering; 7:30 to closing at Old Navy. She dropped her head into her folded arms on her knees, three hours or more left at least. She probably should have been worried that the Iowa she was looking at was blurring and streaking past the low-rumbling bus, but she was too tired to care.

Inside my head (Oh my! Run away! I warned you! O_o etc.)... This is my old stuff...enjoy

I will

If hate comes down on me again

I will step into the line of fire again

If my family still screams perfect

I will shoulder their hideous glares

If I only hear about people living life

I will still listen

If the fire in peoples’ eyes fades out

I will still look them in the eye

If love has long since past us by

I will still dream of a time it would have worked

My resolve doesn’t want your hate

Your pity

Or your help

This resolve is for me to keep

As the most potent real hope I have

I don’t want to stop here

I really need to put a warning sign on this blog... I really do, eat alot of chocolate after this and go to a happy place hehehehe

Sky of Our Home *

Before Melika could do any more damage with that open-ended statement, Michail gently said, "take your time."
Finally Sierra cried bitterly, "I just hate the Hachzi."
There was a pause, followed by clear disappiontment in the huge anti-climax.
Melika snickered,"ya, alot of people do, hun."
Sierra's normally snow white cheeks flushed red, she seemed to have gotten some of her frustration out but proceeded to tear the wild sunflowers to bits.
"Something else is going on here isn't it? Sierra, you've never had a problem with that bastard country before this." Michail said staring at her thoughtfully.
"Tell us everythig," whispered Melika, putting pressure on "everything."
Sierra sighed sadly and looked up from shreds of sunflowers.

Sky of Our Home *

My eyes shot up, my sneaky little brother was standing there on a dirt hill, grinning from ear to ear.
"Michail!" I whispered dangerously warning him to stay out of Sierra's breakdown, Michail's grin widened as he turned to Sierra.
"Dear little friend, who has suffered being my sister's friend for so long, what in the world could make you miserable if Melika could not."
Melika made a disparaging noise, but the corners of Sierra's lips twitched, she began saying something and then stopped.
"I'm struggling to find the words.