-One Week Later-
"Let's go, we're going to be late for school", Francine called from outside my front door.
I hopped my way toward her, since I apparently sprained my ankle on the night of the accident. "Thanks for the help." I roll my eyes. She grabs my livres off the cuisine table, and I grabbed my crutches.
-At School-
Zoey was waiting for us at the entrance. "Finally!"
I came toward her. "Nice to see you, too." They helped me to my locker. "Why didn't toi guys come see me in the hospital?"
"I don't like hospitals. They're fill of sick people and germs", a dit Zoey.
"And I had a football game", a dit Francine.
"For the entire week, Francine", I asked.
"Well..not the entire week..", She trailed off.
"Cameron came to visit me."
They both gasped. "He did? Why", they asked in unison.
"Well, he was the one who hit me. And he was keep me caught up in school."
"Did he the She Devil", Zoey asked.
That's one of our nicknames for Mercury. "Yeah."
"Did she say anything to you", asked Francine.
"She told me that I saw his car and jumped in front of it."
"Was Cameron in the room", they both asked.
"Of course not." The cloche, bell rung. "Help me to my first class." They did.
-after school-
Francine, Zoey, and I rode the school and got off at Zoey and Francine's stop.
As we went towards Zoey's house, I told them about the spark I felt when Cameron touched my hand.
"You telling us he might still have feelings for you", asked Francine.
I nodded.
Zoey unlocked her front door. "Do toi still have feelings for him?" We walked inside her house.
I thought for a few seconds. "Yeah." We walked upstairs to her room. "What should I do?" I sat on her bed.
"Take him back."
"How?"
"A makeover, duh?"
"You guys can't be serious." They just looked at me. "Fine. Let's get this over with." Zoey dragged me to a siège in front of her mirror on her makeup table.
"Now, let's see what I can do." Zoey fake cracked her knuckles. She grabbed some rose blush, but before she could apply it I stopped her.
"Pink blush? toi even be able to see it on my face."
"You have caramel skin, of course it will show." She applied it. She let me look in the mirror.
"Hmm. You're right, it does show. What's next?"
"Some eyeshadow." She grabbed some dark purple eyeshadow.
"Dark purple? Are toi trying to make me look like a-"
"I'm not done." She applied the dark purple eyeshadow. Then she put a little black eyeshadow above my eyelid, just below my eyebrow. "There."
I examined myself in the mirror. "I l’amour it!"
"Now toi look mysterious."
Francine came towards me. "Now the clothes." She dragged me to Zoey's walk in closet. She scanned the closet and finally selected a black capri dress. " dress to metPerfect."
Zoey came to see what Francine picked out. "That's my favori dress!"
"C'mon Z, it's a l’amour emergency." Francine held up the dress to me. "And it just fits."
Zoey sighed. "Fine."
I took the dress from Francine, went to the mirror , and held it up to myself. "I'm not sure toi guys remembered, but it isn't summer."
"In the school it's, like, 80 degrees", Francine said.
"True." I looked at myself once more. "I'll wear it."
"Go try it on."
I went to the bathroom and did what Francine said. When I came out, Francine and Zoey gasped. "How do I look?"
"Four words", Zoey said.
"Cameron. Will. Love. It", Francine exclaimed.
I went to look in the mirror. "And I l’amour it, too."
"Let's go, we're going to be late for school", Francine called from outside my front door.
I hopped my way toward her, since I apparently sprained my ankle on the night of the accident. "Thanks for the help." I roll my eyes. She grabs my livres off the cuisine table, and I grabbed my crutches.
-At School-
Zoey was waiting for us at the entrance. "Finally!"
I came toward her. "Nice to see you, too." They helped me to my locker. "Why didn't toi guys come see me in the hospital?"
"I don't like hospitals. They're fill of sick people and germs", a dit Zoey.
"And I had a football game", a dit Francine.
"For the entire week, Francine", I asked.
"Well..not the entire week..", She trailed off.
"Cameron came to visit me."
They both gasped. "He did? Why", they asked in unison.
"Well, he was the one who hit me. And he was keep me caught up in school."
"Did he the She Devil", Zoey asked.
That's one of our nicknames for Mercury. "Yeah."
"Did she say anything to you", asked Francine.
"She told me that I saw his car and jumped in front of it."
"Was Cameron in the room", they both asked.
"Of course not." The cloche, bell rung. "Help me to my first class." They did.
-after school-
Francine, Zoey, and I rode the school and got off at Zoey and Francine's stop.
As we went towards Zoey's house, I told them about the spark I felt when Cameron touched my hand.
"You telling us he might still have feelings for you", asked Francine.
I nodded.
Zoey unlocked her front door. "Do toi still have feelings for him?" We walked inside her house.
I thought for a few seconds. "Yeah." We walked upstairs to her room. "What should I do?" I sat on her bed.
"Take him back."
"How?"
"A makeover, duh?"
"You guys can't be serious." They just looked at me. "Fine. Let's get this over with." Zoey dragged me to a siège in front of her mirror on her makeup table.
"Now, let's see what I can do." Zoey fake cracked her knuckles. She grabbed some rose blush, but before she could apply it I stopped her.
"Pink blush? toi even be able to see it on my face."
"You have caramel skin, of course it will show." She applied it. She let me look in the mirror.
"Hmm. You're right, it does show. What's next?"
"Some eyeshadow." She grabbed some dark purple eyeshadow.
"Dark purple? Are toi trying to make me look like a-"
"I'm not done." She applied the dark purple eyeshadow. Then she put a little black eyeshadow above my eyelid, just below my eyebrow. "There."
I examined myself in the mirror. "I l’amour it!"
"Now toi look mysterious."
Francine came towards me. "Now the clothes." She dragged me to Zoey's walk in closet. She scanned the closet and finally selected a black capri dress. " dress to metPerfect."
Zoey came to see what Francine picked out. "That's my favori dress!"
"C'mon Z, it's a l’amour emergency." Francine held up the dress to me. "And it just fits."
Zoey sighed. "Fine."
I took the dress from Francine, went to the mirror , and held it up to myself. "I'm not sure toi guys remembered, but it isn't summer."
"In the school it's, like, 80 degrees", Francine said.
"True." I looked at myself once more. "I'll wear it."
"Go try it on."
I went to the bathroom and did what Francine said. When I came out, Francine and Zoey gasped. "How do I look?"
"Four words", Zoey said.
"Cameron. Will. Love. It", Francine exclaimed.
I went to look in the mirror. "And I l’amour it, too."
Her eyes were feu red,
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why toi are
mad at me.
Why toi shoot
those harsh words
at me.
Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.
I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.
My Friends ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why toi are mad.
Why do toi have to do
what toi do to me?
Why does it give toi
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my Friends take action?
Why cant toi tell me WHY?
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why toi are
mad at me.
Why toi shoot
those harsh words
at me.
Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.
I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.
My Friends ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why toi are mad.
Why do toi have to do
what toi do to me?
Why does it give toi
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my Friends take action?
Why cant toi tell me WHY?
Streetlamps, houses, gates, remotes, books, CDs and televisions. Brothers. Pairs. Each has a twin. In this chaotic place of materials the world has come to be, everything has a brother. But brothers are family. And family is connected somehow; if not par blood, then par what?
Energy.
Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.
Now, toi ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time écriture in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.
Energy.
Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.
Now, toi ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time écriture in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.