“Bye, Diana!” Albert yelled across the room
It seems impossible for her to leave the office
The way he walks, talks, smells, and looks
Creeps her out
“Bye Albert?” she mumbled
Entering the garage she realizes no keys
“Ugh I have to go by Albert again…”
She turns around
**loud gasp**
“Albert! I didn’t…”
THUG!

I like to walk when I’m in a bad mood. The day has been impossible. Nothing at all is going right. I feel like my whole world is going to crash any second. I walk past the tall skyscraper of trees, then I smell something that makes me stop, it seems familiar. It feels warm and gentle. It smells like crisp and untouched but then again it seems like it has so many secrets. It’s a relief when I see the heaven on earth. All my worries float away with the current of the lake. I slowly creep up to it like I’m not supposed to be there. A sigh of relief, I sit down with no worries on my mind. I just watch as the water reflects the moon; it looks like the lake has stars lying on its surface. Have you ever wondered if music played all the time, what kind of music would play? Would it be the same all the time? Or would it change with your mood? If I had to chose it would be calm music that makes you want to cry because that’s all you can do. It reminds you of everything that has happened good or bad. It’s just calm and soothing. Suddenly, tears slide down my face like rain on a window. CRUNCH! CRUNCH! The silence broke. There was someone coming, but I didn’t know whom. Strangely I wasn’t scared, or frightened. It was… my brother. He came and sat next to me and said nothing. I put my head on his shoulder and cried. That’s when I realized, why the smell, feeling and the place seemed so familiar. It was that strange day in July. My brother and I ran down here when were 7 years old or so and started to skip rocks. The rocks were perfectly round, flat rocks just for skipping. The first one went far. The next one had bigger skips. Just before he skipped the third one I told him, I’ve always wondered if you skip a rock, would someone on the other side find it? He seemed excited. “Well, It’s time to find out.” He took marker and wrote, “How long is forever?” Then he, pulled his arm back, wound up and put all his focus into the throw. So it would defiantly land on the other side. Then the release. For some reason I held my breath for a second. We waited for a while then gave up. Right when we were about to turn around we hears something. SPLASH!  It was the rock! I ran over and picked it up I flipped it over to the side that once was blank. It wasn’t blank anymore it read, “Forever is only how long you make it.” I lifted my head off my brother’s shoulder and looked around. I can’t believe that I forgot that strange day in July. I looked back at my brother he wiped the tears off my face. “What’s wrong?” he asked. I whispered, “How long is forever?” He chuckled and said, “Forever is only how long you make it.”

There is something happening
The clouds try to run from it
The trees that out look to the pedestrians
Dupree, sad, low branches warn them

First the ruffles in the trees
They don’t try to hold up against these demanding winds
Relaxing is the only option

Then the clouds draw closer together
Cuddling like toys in a small toy box
Looking back there is nothing but black

Finally the shaking of the ground
People turn in shock
Scream in surprise
The wind howls and roars

Even before you reach shelter
It’s over

Fluffy white clouds separate
After the sign of the end of the storm
The trees are thankful for the end of the rush

There is still a strong push from the wind
But it’s gentle like a mother’s touch
The song has changed from a
Powerful, loud song
To a
Joyful, calm song

Could you please move? Dude! OK you need to seriously move. Every single time they throw us in here with out even thinking about it. I bet you that every single color of the rainbow is in here. Oh GOOD! She’s taking us out finally! I wonder what color she is picking this time? Pink? Blue? Orange? White? Most of the time she picks exciting colors, and lucky Mr. Clear gets to leave every time. There is a certain way she does her nails each time so Mr. Clear gets a free be. And the winner is… Yes!! She’s picking me! I can finally move out of this cramped place. Some times she picks 50 different colors because she can never decide. Not saying that it’s not a bad thing, you get some space from other colors. Did you know that every color has it’s own personality? Blue expresses that you are calm and are in a good mood. Green expresses that you are in a crazy mood and are rambunctious. Pink (that’s me) expresses that you are an outgoing person with an awesome attitude, and sometimes a very loud person. Maybe that’s why at times she pick a million colors at one time, she’s in different moods. Personally, I think that a great combination of colors would be blue and pink. One because, you can be a mix being in a calming and outgoing mood at the same time. Also, because I have a little bit of a crush on blue and as long as she has us on, we get to talk. Anyways, here she goes. Each brush is like a brush of personality into your life. Then… JUST LIKE THAT! You’re finished. Then you have to take responsibility of not running in any walls, or getting you finger caught in something. I hope that it’s a good start to you’re week, a little bit more of personality on your fingertips. Now, back into the cramped box with EVERYONE ELSE. That’s how it goes until the next time she pulls us out again.