“Be sure to lock the door after we leave, okay?” my mother said while putting on her coat. “Yes, mom,” I replied. My parents were getting ready to leave for a movie, they haven’t gone out in a while. I haven’t been home alone in a while either. My parents prefer to stay in, watch TV and do crossword puzzles. I was happy that I would be home alone for once.
Terry walked into school like any other day. He sluggishly walked over to his locker that was located on the first floor and opened it, just like every other time. When he opened his locker this seemingly ordinary morning, there was something in there that didn’t belong. “What is this?” Terry mumbled.
Amanda began her day like any normal day. She had breakfast in the living room while watching television and she flipped through the channels, unable to find something interesting to watch. Ignoring what was on the TV, she read the back of the cereal box that she had with her just in case she wanted more. “So bored,” she thought to herself. She slumped down into the couch and continued to scarf down her breakfast while mindless commercials blurred across the television screen.
I have written poetry my entire life. Words dancing together on paper, creating stories with but a few words; the thought has always brought me a sense of peace. The manuscript was my canvas and the pen was my brush.
Alone in her room,
With the heat nice and cozy,
A girl with pink hair,
In a sweater, so toasty.
She cleans off her bookshelves,
There they grow, rushing up the wall.
Along the brown brick, they do not fall.
The stems climb high, look and see.
A bird is perched atop the towering tree.