The Usual

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   Nothing unusual is aloud here. no un-sunny day's without warning, no sudden bolts of lightning, they are all planned. It isn't unusual that everything is usual in the land of The Usual, because you see, years ago everything was unusual, so unusual that Professor U. (U. standing for Usual) took over so everyone would be happy and know what would happen for the rest of every ones life's.
   His first order of business was to assure everyone that he would always be there to make the usual happen, so he sent his four best usual scientists to figure out a formula that would keep him alive until the end of The Usual. He and his Scientist tried many different formulas to see which would work the best and keep him alive the longest and for how long he pleased. They finally found one and it didn't take long before a hundred-fifteen years pasted and I was born. I'm Shelly Houly, I have one younger sister and she is 6 years old. She was always called by my name when i was younger, and i was called by her name because of the similarity in our faces and bodies. Yet, she and I are almost 5 years apart. We both are curly black haired, pale skinned, green eyed children. I'm a usual 5' 1" and I have two happily married parents, and I can't complain that my life isn't perfect.

Shelly didn't understand what was really going on, she only saw what was right in front of her. Soon she will not only see what is around her but she will have to see for everyone else, too.

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Who is your best friend that you don't know of? Who is someone you have seen everyday? They are not considered a person by some, but i do, everything is a who, weather it is an animal, or a feeling. it is just respectful don't you think? i think. I think a lot. sometimes a bit too much. But that is just who i am as a person, and thinking is an essential in life i think. i don't supposed you have something you would like to add or comment on? go right ahead. an opinion deifies a person. like characteristics. whether you have brown hair or red, or blue eyes or green, you are you. some people complain, i don't. i am me. i chose me. i love me. not to be coincided... but i think i am a wonderful person, and if you don't like me as an individual, you are missing out. though to an extent i call that self-confidence. like self-esteem. though i don't use those words because i don't worry about that. there is no way to measure it, no way to tell someone that they have low or high self-esteem. there is this thing called lying. people do it all the time. quite annoying if you ask me, cant trust anyone in this world. no one. like you are the only person on earth and that is all. no one else matters. if you imagine yourself alone, with no one beside you, its not the best thing in the world. though if you think about that statement. you would be that best thing in the world, you are it. nothing else to compare to.

(by the way, your best friend is your life. you don't know him/her, you see them everyday, & no one really considers them a person... i do. he's my friend. my best friend.)

"I don't need make-up, photo shop, or someone constently telling me how beauiful I am to know that the outside is only half the story." -Rachel Ball </3

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Searching

Opening and closing the doors on the long dark hall way wondering if I am going the right way. I kneel down on one knee, hoping I have the strength to ask thy whom made the path for me to lighten. I stand with confedece and run down the long narrow hall to the last door, I knock, and he welcomes me in.

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Choose

If you dont want to do it in the first place, why should I help you?

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Relief

I cant tell you how many times I have come close to loosing my short life to defalt. My parents always tell me im doomed to die, I can see it now: Let Cassidy Bentingfield rest in pieces. Oh punny!!

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Head up

Pain and suffering always seems to find a way to seep into your life, you just have to keep your head high and fight through it, show it who is boss.

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Note To Self

                                                                                                                                 September 23
Note to self: This is all a Dream, you will wake from reality soon... at least I hope.

    I honestly have no clue how my family stays together. My mom always cries, my dad is always screaming, and throwing stuff at me. But the weird thing ism he doesn't throw stuff at anyone else. Carla mocked me just a second ago and so I smacked her in the leg. My dad then asked me what I had just done to Carla to make her mad, or crying. I told him that she had mocked me so I smacked her. He didn't believe me and told me I was a filthy stuck-up liar and smacked me in the face. I kept a straight face on the whole time holding in the tears that were pounding on the insides of my eyes. I bite my lips to keep it in, as he starts yelling at me with language I'm not supposed to use, but I do anyways just because i hear it so often. My mom walks in and goes over to Carla and puts her arm around her as my Dad send me to my room. My room isnt actually a room, it is the laundry room with a blanket. I usually put my blacket in the dryer for a lil to make it warm and fall gently to sleep, then the dryer broke because Carla put her barbie dolls in there (she has over a 100) and broke it, and of course they blamed it all on me, so now i sleep in my room cold and shivering all night, hoping and crying that in the morning the world will end.

Too Many Questions...

Gashes line my knee because I know I'm not supposed to be here. I wonder why I was put here? Why am I here? Do I actually have a purpose here? Do I want to stay here? Is my life worth it? Or should I just go? Am I willing to sacrifice what will be brought on me tomorrow? Will there be a tomorrow? How long will tomorrow last, is this a dream? What will I wake up to? Has everything here been all in my head? Do I have another family? Are they waiting for me to wake up? How long will it be until i wake? Am I making all of this happen? What is a dream inside of a dream called? Am I going to have 1 more year like everyone says? Is 1 year in my dream, two hours when I wake up? Or is it a year too? How long will I be asleep? Is everyone dreaming? Is everyone living somewhere other than here? Am I making this entire thing up? Is everyone actually a girl? Does everyone have the same dream but different people? Is that why everything seems to go really fast?

Alone and Away

My Dream is to one day be the first past the Milky-Way. I've always wondered if there is a world other than ours if someone else is waiting to see us come through the mixture of colors, and they know who it will be but just don't know when. The thing about this dream is that I'm going to have to know about science to do this and math, both of which I'm not fond of. So I need to work on that. Other than that I know I can do somewhat of that dream. Sometimes I wonder what people would say if I said that I was past the milky-way?... I don't think I would want to then. I would look like a dork or something. And I am not, I just have big dreams... Sometimes I do wish I could block everyone out and leave the planet. That would be nice. Once a month vacation, just alone, dark and no one around. Perfect. To other people that would make me sound crazy, but I think that I will be able to get past there and live happily ever after, plus it is interesting to just stop and think about.

Finding Home

Finding home is harder than you think. Some people think that where ever you live is home, some people think it is in your heart. I dont' know where it is. I am living for today having three older brothers; most people think I'm a brute. Not so much... My mind has no emotion at all. Just Blank. My room is black and empty too. We are moving, again but I dont' want to I won't move, so I sit here, in the corner, crying again.

Chelsea

Everyone is chanting Chelsea's around me. She just knocked me down with her knuckles. I'm on the concrete with my face shielded by my arms. I lick my arms and taste blood rushing down my elbow from an open wound. The crowd around me contains not only students from Bay-High School, it also contains teachers and principals. They are laughing and chanting Chelsea's name. I am appalled and still laying here. My instincts tell me to get up and run, but she is walking back to me now, and I know what this means. She pulls my face from my shield of arms and I find a blow to the nose and then, Black.
I wake up in the nurse's office my nose filled with cotton balls and it smells like antibiotic. I pull them out and sit up. My nose is twitching and then I sneeze, that catches the nurse's attention and she runs in. She glances over and sees the cotton balls that I pulled out of my nose and she gestures towards them. "They were annoying me, and smelled," I murmur. She said something over and over under her breath as well as sniffling so much she started to crying. I giggled under my breath and she yelled, "GO BACK TO CLASS," just to annoy her even more I reply, "And what period is that ma'am?" She glared and didn't answer. I knew where I was going, I just hope I don't run into Chelsea in the halls skipping class again.
As I walk out of the nurse's office I glance over to the waiting seats for the Principal's office, there was a long line as usual, but at the door waiting for me was Chelsea.