As I enter the kitchen, I see my mom chopping carrots and putting them in a pot full of stew. "Hi Mom! What's that?" My long citrus orange jupe sways underneath the air conditioning vent. "I'm making vegetable stew. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. "I'll get it!" I call. I run towards the wooden door and I turn the bronze-colored knob. A man with shaggy dark brown hair appears behind the door. "Hello. Is your mother here?" Who is this guy? "Yes. She's in the kitchen." I make a left towards the small cuisine and my mom looks at me. "It's for you." I mouth the words silently. "Oh!" My mom, walks to the door to chat with the man. "Hello Daniel!" Daniel? Who is Daniel? Could that man be Daniel? I don't trust him. He looks...suspicious. As I walk towards my room, I see my mom hugging Daniel. "This can't be happening." I mumble to myself.
With my door wide open, my mom enters the room without knocking. "Chanhassen," she starts. I look up from my homework and see my mom is dressed up in her business clothes. "Why are toi dressed like that, mom?" She stares down at her outfit. "What do toi mean? I'm going to work." Work? "Work? Now? Why?" I'm good at asking questions! "Daniel will be driving me to work. We had an emergency meeting. I'll be back in about an heure and a half." She kisses my cheek and runs out the door in her tight black dress underneath her black blazer. "Mom?" I yell. "Yes dear?" She peeks her head through the door. "Ummm...nothing." I shake my head. "Oh. Ok." She nods.
I watch Land of the Lost every time it comes on T.V. Tonight is the newest episode. Where is my mom? It's been three hours! "Huh?" The door knob makes a sound and I see the door open. It's my mom. "Mom!" I run towards her and hug her. "Uh-oh." I whisper. Daniel is behind my mom. "What are toi doing here?" I snap at him. "Chanhassen!" My mom says. "I was just dropping your mother off. I'll be leaving. I just need to use the restroom." Good! Before he heads for the bathroom, he grabs my rare china bowl from the side table, tableau in the living room. He slowly puts it in his pocket. I gasp.
With my door wide open, my mom enters the room without knocking. "Chanhassen," she starts. I look up from my homework and see my mom is dressed up in her business clothes. "Why are toi dressed like that, mom?" She stares down at her outfit. "What do toi mean? I'm going to work." Work? "Work? Now? Why?" I'm good at asking questions! "Daniel will be driving me to work. We had an emergency meeting. I'll be back in about an heure and a half." She kisses my cheek and runs out the door in her tight black dress underneath her black blazer. "Mom?" I yell. "Yes dear?" She peeks her head through the door. "Ummm...nothing." I shake my head. "Oh. Ok." She nods.
I watch Land of the Lost every time it comes on T.V. Tonight is the newest episode. Where is my mom? It's been three hours! "Huh?" The door knob makes a sound and I see the door open. It's my mom. "Mom!" I run towards her and hug her. "Uh-oh." I whisper. Daniel is behind my mom. "What are toi doing here?" I snap at him. "Chanhassen!" My mom says. "I was just dropping your mother off. I'll be leaving. I just need to use the restroom." Good! Before he heads for the bathroom, he grabs my rare china bowl from the side table, tableau in the living room. He slowly puts it in his pocket. I gasp.
It’s the color of you
toi always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid form them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our orange book bags
Saved us from some pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two orange crayons
When everyone else was green
Then toi left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
toi were in the orange field in the sky
toi always a dit was there.
The orange of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though toi left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone orange in the rainbow
Without toi here
I protect my own
Though I wish toi were here
Now orange is my color
A color for toi bravery
A color for my survival
orange will forever be our color
Even though death took toi away
Forever orange for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
toi always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid form them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our orange book bags
Saved us from some pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two orange crayons
When everyone else was green
Then toi left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
toi were in the orange field in the sky
toi always a dit was there.
The orange of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though toi left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone orange in the rainbow
Without toi here
I protect my own
Though I wish toi were here
Now orange is my color
A color for toi bravery
A color for my survival
orange will forever be our color
Even though death took toi away
Forever orange for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
Your cœur, coeur is sore, crippled up like paper.
Your voice is weak, barely passing par you.
Your body is tired, let it lay for tonight.
toi are but you- a stranger to much.
No one cares to know you.
They do not wish to after all.
And all those times toi told everything-
It was a lie, I l’amour toi became a lie. A horrible lie not one can ever take back to you. How could they, breaking your very soul to the apple's wrinkled core? It shook and broke, just like that. Lonesome and ever so exhausted of even thinking it would be different this time around.
You're so hopeless. toi probably cannot déplacer away from the pain, the desecration left in the path at the end. Then again, in the end it probably doesn't even matter, does it?
Once a joy, now a misery forever scared, alone.
Your voice is weak, barely passing par you.
Your body is tired, let it lay for tonight.
toi are but you- a stranger to much.
No one cares to know you.
They do not wish to after all.
And all those times toi told everything-
It was a lie, I l’amour toi became a lie. A horrible lie not one can ever take back to you. How could they, breaking your very soul to the apple's wrinkled core? It shook and broke, just like that. Lonesome and ever so exhausted of even thinking it would be different this time around.
You're so hopeless. toi probably cannot déplacer away from the pain, the desecration left in the path at the end. Then again, in the end it probably doesn't even matter, does it?
Once a joy, now a misery forever scared, alone.