It was all just purpose.
He seemed to have everything.
Me, I have my books, and that's It.
But I'm not even sure I have those anymore.
He is ruining my life.
We stood on the limb pertruding over the water.
Everything seems beautiful from this view.
The golden glow of the sun sinking behind the horizon, leaving a small glow of light on everything.
Including Finny.
*sigh*
His movie-star tan, his perfect golden body, accented by the leftover sparkling glow bouncing off the water.
I get a thought suddenly.
A horrible one at that, and then Finny is lying crippled on the ground.
The next few days blur by.
I find out his sports career is over.
That I ruined it.
For good.
Sorry Finny, it was all my fault.
But, you ruined me first.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Extra Credit Blog: Weirdest Place I've Fallen Asleep
I was about four or five. At the time we lived up the East Boulder. Our house was pretty big, white with red shudders. Our landlords were very nice people. I always ventured over towards their horses. Horses fascinated me and still do.
Anyways, connected to the house were these stone steps. I believe they led underneath the house to a basement, but I don't ever remember going all the way down them. I would always play on the stone steps with my dog, Ginger, and here puppies. I would bring blankets and my little folding chair and play on the hard stone.
One day I brought my things outside and played with my dog, Ginger. I must have been tired because I curled up with my blankets, layed down on the little chair for it was folded up flat on the top step, and I cuddled with my dog, Ginger and her puppies and fell asleep. My mom or dad even took a picture of me like that, and I still have the picture somewhere at home today.
Anyways, connected to the house were these stone steps. I believe they led underneath the house to a basement, but I don't ever remember going all the way down them. I would always play on the stone steps with my dog, Ginger, and here puppies. I would bring blankets and my little folding chair and play on the hard stone.
One day I brought my things outside and played with my dog, Ginger. I must have been tired because I curled up with my blankets, layed down on the little chair for it was folded up flat on the top step, and I cuddled with my dog, Ginger and her puppies and fell asleep. My mom or dad even took a picture of me like that, and I still have the picture somewhere at home today.
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