The early morning sun casts light into my dark room, i hate the light, just reminds me of what i wake up to every morning. The yelling from across the hallway, the creaking sound of my siblings bedroom doors opening and closing as they continue to refuse to exit their rooms.
Its not such a good life really, My family has so many issues that its hard to even sort out one without starting another,we never stop arguing, its like the essence of our life as a family. I don't particularly mind the main family issues, i guess its just that brother of mine.
He has a major issue with who i am, and what i like to be. My black clothes, my personality, my hair, whatever appeals to me, he hates. He uses the word "emo" to label me, and yells at me till the eyeliner pours.I guess that's normal for a brother, but everyday is too much.
I throw the sheets off my bed, and open the curtains, letting the light brighten my room, revealing the many posters covering my wall, bring me the horizon, escape the fate, tokio hotel, I've got it all. Another aspect that my brother hates. Forgetting about him i decided to tie up my long black hair and head off to have breakfast.
The Hallway is easier to pass through this morning, my brother and sister have decided to déplacer off into the cuisine as well. i guess I've just walked into another rare moment. The quiet so sincere, even though we may not be talking, its better than anything else.
As i walk barefoot on the cuisine tiles, i notice the tears in my sister Erina's eyes. " whats wrong Erina?" i call across to her, she looks up, and leaves me with no reply. Looking into her eyes, i see plus of what i love, than what i despise, how did i miss this? Flooded with confusion, i run up to the counter and take a banane from the bowl of fruit and run off back into my room.
How could i let something like that happen, why did i run? my emotions mixed I've seen her cry so much, and I've enjoyed it, shes caused me so much plus pain but at the same time, i still have that sisterly l’amour for her. I guess that's natural. i guess this is another phone call to Tim, my bestfriend. he usually helps.
I pick up the phone on my bedside table, tableau and dial his number "0422568745" its hard to remember but i try.
The phone rings, beep..beeep...
" hello?" he picks up par the third ring.
" salut Charlotte" the sound of him sitting up on his lit is clearly heard.
"Tiimm!! i really need yo----"
" another "odd" experience?"
" yeah yeah!!!"
" Mu----"
" no no no! my sister! it was so----"
"weird" he finishes my sentence with a smile " Charr, that's okay! it wont kill ya' to have some kinda l’amour for your family"
" i know.. but it was so sad.. she was siting there crying! and when i asked whats wrong she looked at me and just rejected my question" tears fill my eyes but the reassurance of his voice heals me.
" Don't worry, Where there any fights in the morning?" he asks
" No, i didn't hear any.." i sound so innocent, but i still feel its my fault
" sweet, its probably just her own problem, i gotta go okay? " he pauses" I'll call toi later okay?"
Saying goodbye, i hang up the phone, and peel the banane and eat it, slowly, bit par bit, enjoying the amer taste. I was so reckless, i should have gotten a dammed apple, i hate bananas. But either way, i just had to put up with it.
I discard the banane pill into the rubbish bin beside my door and vers l'avant, vers l’avant back into the kitchen, where i see that both Seth and Erina have finished their breakfast and once again, locked themselves in their rooms. Glancing at the plain ruins of my kitchen, i see how lonely this place really is. we don't even sit here anymore. Tears fill my eyes as i walk over to the table, tableau that we once sat at every morning for breakfast, every afternoon for lunch and every night for desert. How i miss these moments, i cant describe. how much i miss my family, just makes me cry.
I sit down on the rusted chair, driving my elbows into the table, tableau softly as i bury my head in my hands and cry. I remember those summer days that we used to spend together, the snowy winters that we spent making snowmen with smiles on our faces. its just so hard to think about how it all fell apart. but now that's the past.
that's Part 1 of my story (: i hope yu like it (:
Its not such a good life really, My family has so many issues that its hard to even sort out one without starting another,we never stop arguing, its like the essence of our life as a family. I don't particularly mind the main family issues, i guess its just that brother of mine.
He has a major issue with who i am, and what i like to be. My black clothes, my personality, my hair, whatever appeals to me, he hates. He uses the word "emo" to label me, and yells at me till the eyeliner pours.I guess that's normal for a brother, but everyday is too much.
I throw the sheets off my bed, and open the curtains, letting the light brighten my room, revealing the many posters covering my wall, bring me the horizon, escape the fate, tokio hotel, I've got it all. Another aspect that my brother hates. Forgetting about him i decided to tie up my long black hair and head off to have breakfast.
The Hallway is easier to pass through this morning, my brother and sister have decided to déplacer off into the cuisine as well. i guess I've just walked into another rare moment. The quiet so sincere, even though we may not be talking, its better than anything else.
As i walk barefoot on the cuisine tiles, i notice the tears in my sister Erina's eyes. " whats wrong Erina?" i call across to her, she looks up, and leaves me with no reply. Looking into her eyes, i see plus of what i love, than what i despise, how did i miss this? Flooded with confusion, i run up to the counter and take a banane from the bowl of fruit and run off back into my room.
How could i let something like that happen, why did i run? my emotions mixed I've seen her cry so much, and I've enjoyed it, shes caused me so much plus pain but at the same time, i still have that sisterly l’amour for her. I guess that's natural. i guess this is another phone call to Tim, my bestfriend. he usually helps.
I pick up the phone on my bedside table, tableau and dial his number "0422568745" its hard to remember but i try.
The phone rings, beep..beeep...
" hello?" he picks up par the third ring.
" salut Charlotte" the sound of him sitting up on his lit is clearly heard.
"Tiimm!! i really need yo----"
" another "odd" experience?"
" yeah yeah!!!"
" Mu----"
" no no no! my sister! it was so----"
"weird" he finishes my sentence with a smile " Charr, that's okay! it wont kill ya' to have some kinda l’amour for your family"
" i know.. but it was so sad.. she was siting there crying! and when i asked whats wrong she looked at me and just rejected my question" tears fill my eyes but the reassurance of his voice heals me.
" Don't worry, Where there any fights in the morning?" he asks
" No, i didn't hear any.." i sound so innocent, but i still feel its my fault
" sweet, its probably just her own problem, i gotta go okay? " he pauses" I'll call toi later okay?"
Saying goodbye, i hang up the phone, and peel the banane and eat it, slowly, bit par bit, enjoying the amer taste. I was so reckless, i should have gotten a dammed apple, i hate bananas. But either way, i just had to put up with it.
I discard the banane pill into the rubbish bin beside my door and vers l'avant, vers l’avant back into the kitchen, where i see that both Seth and Erina have finished their breakfast and once again, locked themselves in their rooms. Glancing at the plain ruins of my kitchen, i see how lonely this place really is. we don't even sit here anymore. Tears fill my eyes as i walk over to the table, tableau that we once sat at every morning for breakfast, every afternoon for lunch and every night for desert. How i miss these moments, i cant describe. how much i miss my family, just makes me cry.
I sit down on the rusted chair, driving my elbows into the table, tableau softly as i bury my head in my hands and cry. I remember those summer days that we used to spend together, the snowy winters that we spent making snowmen with smiles on our faces. its just so hard to think about how it all fell apart. but now that's the past.
that's Part 1 of my story (: i hope yu like it (:
'It was March 1957 and I was taking photographs in Paris.1 afternoon I went up the Bastille and I saw 2 amoureux on a balcony.They were standing very near each other.They were talking.I took just 1 photo and they didn't hear me.I called it amoureux at the Bastille.Luckily for me this photo became very populaire in France.Soon posters and postcards with my picture of the 2 amoureux were everywhere.But I never knew who the 2 young people were.They never contacted me.'
'30 years later I had an exhibition of my photos in Paris.I was talking to some Friends when suddenly a man came up to me and said,'I know your 2 lovers.They live near here.I can take toi there if toi want.'I immediately decided to go and meet them.This was their story.'
'30 years later I had an exhibition of my photos in Paris.I was talking to some Friends when suddenly a man came up to me and said,'I know your 2 lovers.They live near here.I can take toi there if toi want.'I immediately decided to go and meet them.This was their story.'
Marshall
