A/N: This was just a task I had for homework write a short story less than 2 pages of your choice so I thought I'd post it here see what everyone thought. Thanks for reading. xoxo
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We're not in Kansas anymore
It's any teenagers dream to up sticks from a dreary country town and déplacer into the hustle and bustle of the city but for Alyssa that was the dream she wished to come true but it just made her appreciate the saying be careful what toi wish for even more.
The rain was falling down on the City. The streets were slowly emptying people rushing into stores, office buildings anywhere where there was shelter but Alyssa didn't stop walking the streets of Manhattan. That was always a dream of hers, just wondering, roaming around, not going anywhere just being able to be free in the big pomme but it didn't feel right it didn't feel like home. Alyssa's first thoughts of knowing she was going to live in Manhattan with her brother was that of excitement, joy it was her dream since she couldn't even remember but it wasn't how she thought it would be.
Her hair was dripping rain drops onto her Cavalli coat. It better not cause any damage that manteau cost her a bomb even if it only was from a discount store but that was another thing she hadn't anticipated.
Fashion.
When they lived in Wichita it didn't seem to matter what she wore ou how she wore it. They lived in a small, country town she could wear the same thing two days in a row and no one would say anything about it, in New York she wouldn't get away with that in her new school ou wearing last seasons pumps ou an off the rack sweater. It was par brand ou be branned.
School was hardly a barrel of laughs at any time of year. Being the new girl isn't like in the movies, arrive, raise hell, instant popularity- News flash it wasn't like that. Nothing like that in fact. Having to deal with Brooke and the rest of the mean girls wasn't what Alyssa had expected, the 'bullying' ou maybe that was over doing it a bit maybe it was just light hearted teasing got so bad Alyssa made a point of getting to school early just to avoid them. They didn't even know her name, it was always 'Alison', 'Annie', 'Amanda'. Alyssa just wanted to shout 'MY NAME IS ALYSSA!' But every morning that's where they'd be all five of them sitting on the steps of Bedford Nightingale school waiting for their prey. Often that was Alyssa, and what a cruel chienne karma was because who suddenly came rushing past her doing all she could to avoid the rain.
“Move loser...” It was Brooke and her minions holding an umbrella over her pretty little head. “...Oh it's you”
she a dit with that I'm better than toi attitude but there was very few people she wouldn't speak to in that tone.
“Shouldn't toi be getting back to Queens ou whatever trash site toi come from?”
Alyssa just let out a puff of air, but she wasn't bothered par Brooke's commentaires she was used to them par now.
“Just because I'm not a spoilt princess doesn't make toi better than me”
Brooke really had a laugh about that, she didn't even seem bothered par the rain anymore.
“I think it does. See this is our world and toi just don't belong here. Go accueil Kansas”
That was the last thing she a dit before walking off with her nose held high screaming at the girls who ran behind her trying to hold the umbrella up in the right manner.
Alyssa thought of what Brooke a dit and it was true this wasn't her world and nothing would give her plus pleasure than to go home, but bad news for Brooke, Alyssa wasn't going anywhere fast.
She kept wondering the streets, the rain wasn't montrer any signs of stopping so Alyssa thought maybe finding somewhere to hide was the best option.
She finally found shelter in a Starbucks on 5th and 97th rue it was murder trying to squeeze her way in to get to the counter rushing past the suited business tycoons, after about ten minutes Alyssa finally got to the counter and ordered a cappuccino and found an empty table, tableau at the window.
She sat and took a sip of her coffee just as she gazed across the rue at the Marc Jacobs boutique. There was a beautiful plaited dress in the window oh how she wished that she could just wonder in to the store and buy it there and then unlike most of the kids at school she was not billionaire heiress that had the wardrobe of Blair Waldorf no matter how much she wished it. It was bargain, discount stores for Alyssa.
The jour dreaming continued for the suivant few minutes until a familiar voice appeared from behind her shoulder. It was her only friend. Her best friend.
There was one person she could turn too, Chloe.
She was the same, an outcast someone who wasn't important, didn't matter. She'd moved to New York City too but from St. Louis Missouri with her parents for a 'better life', a better life for who? Them ou her? Once both girls had spent the jour shopping and she told Alyssa all about her old life back in Missouri how it was all perfect, she had the perfect friends, the perfect life, the perfect boyfriend nothing could destroy it, apart from winning the lottery that was. Chloe wished so much that they hadn't won it then they would never have moved she wouldn't be an outcast she would be Queen bee in her accueil town. Alyssa had always felt sorry for Chloe having to abandon her life much in the same way she had to but it wasn't really the same, Alyssa had no real friends, no perfect life but Kansas was home. Chloe and Alyssa had really grown close over the past months she had been living in the city they both needed a friend and now they had one.
Chloe and Alyssa continued to talk for the suivant half heure just about school, Friends and of course Brooke but Chloe took real joy in talking about Brooke today. Alyssa was wondering why Chloe seemed so happy but there was an explanation. She had a new boyfriend. But it wasn't just any boy it was Brooke's ex. No wonder Chloe was so gleeful when Brooke finds out she would hit the roof and maybe the chienne in Alyssa was surfacing but she could not wait to see the look on Brooke's face- It would be one for the album.
It was an heure later when Chloe bided Alyssa farewell and it dawned on Alyssa she should be getting back to her accueil in the clouds.
The coveted sky was just clearing when Alyssa arrived back the apartment. Typical. She rushed past Ed, the security guard and gave him a friendly smile he seemed unused to this but the building was full of rich, city slicers who didn't have time to stop and smile at the man who was protecting them but he wasn't important to them. He didn't matter.
That sounded familiar.
Thirty floors later she arrived at the apartment. Nate was already in he greeted her as she rapidly wondered into the living room.
“Alyssa salut God you're drenched, have toi been outside?”
She sighed and rolled her eyes.
“No I just took a douche with my clothes on. Of course I've been outside”
That was one thing she had that was needed in the average New Yorker, sarcasm. Nate grinned back he was used to his sisters' sarcasm par now.
A few minutes past with Nate talking about his plans for the evening. Alyssa wasn't interested she cut across his current sentence,
“I want to go accueil Nate”
This time it was him who sighed,
“This is our accueil now Alyssa, you've got to get used to it we're not in Kansas anymore”
She knew that, she wasn't stupid. She replied,
“Yeah damn straight”
Nate didn't bother replying to his sister he just muttered on Alyssa didn't pay any attention she just left him talking to himself as she stepped into her room and straight to sit on the window sill. That was one of her favourite parts no matter no much she disliked living in this extraordinary city she could never deny it was the most beautiful, outstanding city in the entire world. Another thing she did when sitting on the window sill was think about her parents. She knew exactly what her Mum would say 'don't let them push toi around, stand up for yourself'. That was one good thing about living at the haut, retour au début of that Lego set of a building she could feel that one step closer to Mum and Dad. What Nate was saying was true they weren't in Kansas anymore she would have to get used to living in the fast lane, New York City the glamours Upper East Side but thinking about it maybe New York could do with a unique, quirky sixteen an old from Kansas after all how many peppy, popular, picture perfect sixteen an olds did New York have? plus than enough. Living there might not be the worst thing in the world.
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We're not in Kansas anymore
It's any teenagers dream to up sticks from a dreary country town and déplacer into the hustle and bustle of the city but for Alyssa that was the dream she wished to come true but it just made her appreciate the saying be careful what toi wish for even more.
The rain was falling down on the City. The streets were slowly emptying people rushing into stores, office buildings anywhere where there was shelter but Alyssa didn't stop walking the streets of Manhattan. That was always a dream of hers, just wondering, roaming around, not going anywhere just being able to be free in the big pomme but it didn't feel right it didn't feel like home. Alyssa's first thoughts of knowing she was going to live in Manhattan with her brother was that of excitement, joy it was her dream since she couldn't even remember but it wasn't how she thought it would be.
Her hair was dripping rain drops onto her Cavalli coat. It better not cause any damage that manteau cost her a bomb even if it only was from a discount store but that was another thing she hadn't anticipated.
Fashion.
When they lived in Wichita it didn't seem to matter what she wore ou how she wore it. They lived in a small, country town she could wear the same thing two days in a row and no one would say anything about it, in New York she wouldn't get away with that in her new school ou wearing last seasons pumps ou an off the rack sweater. It was par brand ou be branned.
School was hardly a barrel of laughs at any time of year. Being the new girl isn't like in the movies, arrive, raise hell, instant popularity- News flash it wasn't like that. Nothing like that in fact. Having to deal with Brooke and the rest of the mean girls wasn't what Alyssa had expected, the 'bullying' ou maybe that was over doing it a bit maybe it was just light hearted teasing got so bad Alyssa made a point of getting to school early just to avoid them. They didn't even know her name, it was always 'Alison', 'Annie', 'Amanda'. Alyssa just wanted to shout 'MY NAME IS ALYSSA!' But every morning that's where they'd be all five of them sitting on the steps of Bedford Nightingale school waiting for their prey. Often that was Alyssa, and what a cruel chienne karma was because who suddenly came rushing past her doing all she could to avoid the rain.
“Move loser...” It was Brooke and her minions holding an umbrella over her pretty little head. “...Oh it's you”
she a dit with that I'm better than toi attitude but there was very few people she wouldn't speak to in that tone.
“Shouldn't toi be getting back to Queens ou whatever trash site toi come from?”
Alyssa just let out a puff of air, but she wasn't bothered par Brooke's commentaires she was used to them par now.
“Just because I'm not a spoilt princess doesn't make toi better than me”
Brooke really had a laugh about that, she didn't even seem bothered par the rain anymore.
“I think it does. See this is our world and toi just don't belong here. Go accueil Kansas”
That was the last thing she a dit before walking off with her nose held high screaming at the girls who ran behind her trying to hold the umbrella up in the right manner.
Alyssa thought of what Brooke a dit and it was true this wasn't her world and nothing would give her plus pleasure than to go home, but bad news for Brooke, Alyssa wasn't going anywhere fast.
She kept wondering the streets, the rain wasn't montrer any signs of stopping so Alyssa thought maybe finding somewhere to hide was the best option.
She finally found shelter in a Starbucks on 5th and 97th rue it was murder trying to squeeze her way in to get to the counter rushing past the suited business tycoons, after about ten minutes Alyssa finally got to the counter and ordered a cappuccino and found an empty table, tableau at the window.
She sat and took a sip of her coffee just as she gazed across the rue at the Marc Jacobs boutique. There was a beautiful plaited dress in the window oh how she wished that she could just wonder in to the store and buy it there and then unlike most of the kids at school she was not billionaire heiress that had the wardrobe of Blair Waldorf no matter how much she wished it. It was bargain, discount stores for Alyssa.
The jour dreaming continued for the suivant few minutes until a familiar voice appeared from behind her shoulder. It was her only friend. Her best friend.
There was one person she could turn too, Chloe.
She was the same, an outcast someone who wasn't important, didn't matter. She'd moved to New York City too but from St. Louis Missouri with her parents for a 'better life', a better life for who? Them ou her? Once both girls had spent the jour shopping and she told Alyssa all about her old life back in Missouri how it was all perfect, she had the perfect friends, the perfect life, the perfect boyfriend nothing could destroy it, apart from winning the lottery that was. Chloe wished so much that they hadn't won it then they would never have moved she wouldn't be an outcast she would be Queen bee in her accueil town. Alyssa had always felt sorry for Chloe having to abandon her life much in the same way she had to but it wasn't really the same, Alyssa had no real friends, no perfect life but Kansas was home. Chloe and Alyssa had really grown close over the past months she had been living in the city they both needed a friend and now they had one.
Chloe and Alyssa continued to talk for the suivant half heure just about school, Friends and of course Brooke but Chloe took real joy in talking about Brooke today. Alyssa was wondering why Chloe seemed so happy but there was an explanation. She had a new boyfriend. But it wasn't just any boy it was Brooke's ex. No wonder Chloe was so gleeful when Brooke finds out she would hit the roof and maybe the chienne in Alyssa was surfacing but she could not wait to see the look on Brooke's face- It would be one for the album.
It was an heure later when Chloe bided Alyssa farewell and it dawned on Alyssa she should be getting back to her accueil in the clouds.
The coveted sky was just clearing when Alyssa arrived back the apartment. Typical. She rushed past Ed, the security guard and gave him a friendly smile he seemed unused to this but the building was full of rich, city slicers who didn't have time to stop and smile at the man who was protecting them but he wasn't important to them. He didn't matter.
That sounded familiar.
Thirty floors later she arrived at the apartment. Nate was already in he greeted her as she rapidly wondered into the living room.
“Alyssa salut God you're drenched, have toi been outside?”
She sighed and rolled her eyes.
“No I just took a douche with my clothes on. Of course I've been outside”
That was one thing she had that was needed in the average New Yorker, sarcasm. Nate grinned back he was used to his sisters' sarcasm par now.
A few minutes past with Nate talking about his plans for the evening. Alyssa wasn't interested she cut across his current sentence,
“I want to go accueil Nate”
This time it was him who sighed,
“This is our accueil now Alyssa, you've got to get used to it we're not in Kansas anymore”
She knew that, she wasn't stupid. She replied,
“Yeah damn straight”
Nate didn't bother replying to his sister he just muttered on Alyssa didn't pay any attention she just left him talking to himself as she stepped into her room and straight to sit on the window sill. That was one of her favourite parts no matter no much she disliked living in this extraordinary city she could never deny it was the most beautiful, outstanding city in the entire world. Another thing she did when sitting on the window sill was think about her parents. She knew exactly what her Mum would say 'don't let them push toi around, stand up for yourself'. That was one good thing about living at the haut, retour au début of that Lego set of a building she could feel that one step closer to Mum and Dad. What Nate was saying was true they weren't in Kansas anymore she would have to get used to living in the fast lane, New York City the glamours Upper East Side but thinking about it maybe New York could do with a unique, quirky sixteen an old from Kansas after all how many peppy, popular, picture perfect sixteen an olds did New York have? plus than enough. Living there might not be the worst thing in the world.
I thought it would be a good idea to try and write goodbye
but i was stuck when I realized there were too many lovely things to write about.
and not enough words invented yet to say them aloud.
and i know there are a number of things wrong with this,
but i really don't want to fix it right now.
i don't feel like doing anything but sitting upside down
but trust me, when it comes down
to having the choice of being right..
ou protecting you, I'll be wrong every single time.
Because it's just who I am...
but i was stuck when I realized there were too many lovely things to write about.
and not enough words invented yet to say them aloud.
and i know there are a number of things wrong with this,
but i really don't want to fix it right now.
i don't feel like doing anything but sitting upside down
but trust me, when it comes down
to having the choice of being right..
ou protecting you, I'll be wrong every single time.
Because it's just who I am...
OK so i was walking down the street...all alone...in the rain...not happy but not sad ether...when suddenly I ran into a magnolia tree!I don't know how I didn't see it...or why it was in the middle of the road-but it was there and when I looked at it I saw it was the biggest magnolia I had ever seen;it was absolutely GINORMOUS!it to be at least as tall as a skyscraper. I couldn't even see the top.Now what is the easiest way to get past a tree? Go around it of course! but when i looked there was a wall!Two walls!on ether side of the arbre that prevented me from passing(again,how didn't I see this before?)It was not an ordinary
mur ether,and must have taken allot of work to build because it was as tall,or taller than the tree!so I was stuck with a magnolia and two walls
what was I to do?turn back?I had come too far!so knowing this,what do toi think I did?What would toi have done?
mur ether,and must have taken allot of work to build because it was as tall,or taller than the tree!so I was stuck with a magnolia and two walls
what was I to do?turn back?I had come too far!so knowing this,what do toi think I did?What would toi have done?
I look at the old photographs. It kills me to see him smile. I've only heard about him. I hear he would have loved me. I hear he was nice. I hear that he was a good dad. I hear he was an okay husband. I hear that he would have made a good grandfather. It's not fair. It kills me when my dad talks about him. My dad a dit one of his last words to him were "Dont miss me when I'm gone." Those words run through my head. jour and night and keep me up thinking of him. Why did he have to go? I pray he's okay and fine in heaven. I pretend he's still here. If only he were ... I miss him....
I guess he's just....
Hard to Let Go
Dedicated to my grandfather I miss toi ... even if I never met toi =,[
suivant journal entry coming up in few please
R&R
Thanks!!
I guess he's just....
Hard to Let Go
Dedicated to my grandfather I miss toi ... even if I never met toi =,[
suivant journal entry coming up in few please
R&R
Thanks!!