Living Without Her, Living Alone

I have to admit: I'm not the serious relationship type guy. heck, I've never been in a long lasting relationship to begin with. But, I know my stuff. And I know what it feels like to be in love ( just puppy love). In fact, not too long ago I had a crush. I am not the type too reveal things like these; so this is probably a once in a life time situation.
Love is a very subjective term, It means different things to different people. To me it means to have someone to appreciate, care for, and truly cherish. Love is a great part of people's lives. Or so I wished it was; I used to come down to my lockers just to see her. And I used to purposely make her laugh, because she had the most beautiful smile. I'd gently hold her; hoping she'd see what her love meant to me. I was foolish enough to believe this was love.
Its been a while now since I turned my back to that girl. And now that I have finally moved on; turns out that she likes me now. As I see it, she had her chance. I gave her a big head start; I sacrificed for her a huge amount of time. All that time, now gone down the drain. I'm not mad or disappointed, I just wished things happened at the right time. The way you wanted them too.
Living without her, living alone is how it is for now. I know that someday the right girl will appear. I guess I just don't have the patience.

The Right Thing to do

We always have a choice. What's easy isn't always right; you can always choose to do the right thing. These are the choices that reflect on who we are. My brother Brian taught me this; he never ceases to amaze me.

Gently, I held his hand as we walked down the road. Every piece of scenery, was an object of amusement. Together it seemed like endless fun. I looked down at him, only to find his bright green eyes staring right back at me. I knew I was doing the right thing.

We made it passed a stop sign. And noticed the sudden, refreshing current of air. His golden curls danced in the breeze. And his handsome smile flashed in my direction. I knew I was doing the right thing.

To our benefit, the sun hid behind the clouds. And its light was no longer pointed directly towards us. Down below, we raced up the hill. Both of us laughing and shouting in excitement. He was significantly ahead of me. But that was done on purpose. I let him win. We stopped and beneath his tired, panting self. I could see the joy and satisfaction spread about. I knew I was doing the right thing.

His friend's house was not too far away. The butterflies proceeded into my stomach. As I now remembered the great discomfort I was about to endure. I regretted ever accepting the awkward task of watching over him, at his friend's house. A place were I was only an acquaintance. And a place were I'd be forced to stay at for hours.

I cautiously knocked on the front door.
Brian, sensing my nervousness looked up and softly he whispered: "I love you Weese."

It really warmed my heart. It showed me how much he appreciated this; and it proved his great love towards me. So that's when I truly knew, that I was doing the right thing.

Soccer Game

The blanket of blue, spread across the soccer field like the night becomes the dawn. Cheers and cries greeted the players. And so did the pressure of many fans; who had been waiting hours, for these next few minutes. This soccer game meant much more than just few goals and saves. The players represented each and everyone one of us under the authority of our school. We shall not leave empty handed, not today.
The game began with a sudden flash of skill and determination. The ball traveled across the field; changing possession by the minute. Unlike the other team, our aasca boy's main priority was teamwork. A strategical plan unlike any other.
Not below the safety of roof or tent, the athletes were now facing scorching heat and a very demanding crowd. Out in the open and with no place to hide. They did not seem to satisfy our thirst, two goals just wasn't enough. We needed one more goal to seal the deal. One more goal to prove that we've got skill, and if they want some... get some.
A magnificent goal scored by one of our own, hit them right in the gut. As we cheered and applauded our great team. The whistle blew, indicating our victory. The proud cries of many, echoed across. Never before had we been so proud. We threw our arms up into the air with satisfaction and new found respect.

One More Photograph

The sky was filled with a vast array of colors. All of which smoothly decorated the sky. The breeze was clearly present. The dogs were out playing in the yard. And entertained by this perfect setting: my dad, brother and I watched carefully, savoring each moment. It all seemed too good to be true. I sat down next to my aunt Mary. All of us gazing in awe. It was beautiful. It all seemed straight out of a movie.
The dogs were a joy to watch. Both of them playfully chasing each other. Even Sandy, who hadn't been around other dogs much seemed to have known this pup for ages. A huge smile was painted on her face. And her wagging tail was swaying so fast it seemed to be preparing for lift off. I watched them play under the afternoon sun, and couldn't help grin. It just lit up my day to see them so happy...so free.
I just wish I could have captured that moment. That I could relive it once more. I wonder if its too late; the memories just don't seem to fill the gap. If I could have just frozen the picture, leave it still. That way I would have had one more photograph to my photo album. That way I wouldn't be staring at a closed door. If only I was able to go back. It was certainly a time to remember, and a moment to enjoy. I guess savoring it wasn't enough, it could never fit those shoes.

Quality not Quantity

Many say its the quality that counts, not the quantity. This statement was never of much importance to me. Until I realized what a broad meaning this phrase had. Now I can truly see what they meant.
After a long, exciting weekend: it was a great disappointment to come back to school. But for the most part, the day went by smoothly. That it is...until I got to my English class.
Because at English, I finally realized: that I really don't care about this slice of life challenge. The only reason I actually took part in it: was to win the prize at the end. And now, for not writing over the weekend. Apparently I am no longer eligible to win this competition. Apparently, its not right to have a life.
I am very competitive; an attribute I don't consider good. But this once I don't blame my shameful characteristic. I blame the criteria for this assignment, which should be based on the eloquence or skill of the writing. Not for the amount of days written. Because I know there are many people who work hard, trying to make a creative slice of life. And then there are others, who get the same grade by spending five minutes of their time; only to come up with a poor SOL. Those are the guys who should put their pens down and stop writing; because they are obviously not willing to do their best.
These SOL were literally "slicing my family life." They took away what little time we had together as a family. So I was giving up a lot, just to write. This I shall change.
I personally no longer wish to write in this competition. The only reason I shall continue to write: is for Mrs. Brown. No, I'm not writing for the pleasure. I'm obviously not writing to win. And I sure as heck, am not writing for myself. To please Mrs. Brown is about the only thing that impels me to write now. And I will write, maybe not as much or with as much effort. But I will write. However, the weekends are an exception. They are my private time with my family. Because as unlikely as it may seem, I do have a life. And I plan to live it; like there was no tomorrow.

Fun in the Sun

The boards turned and twisted, as we foolishly drove the pickup over the sun baked sand. Zooming up the side of a steep hill; my Dad and I were both screaming in laughter. Only to hide our great fear for getting the car stuck in the sand...or worse: tipping the car onto the sand.
The pickup was finally parked (after minutes of wrestling with that hairball of a hill). So off we were, the start of a great day. We jumped into our bathing suits and looked out onto the ocean. Waiting for any sort of sign, telling us that these waves were "surfable". And soon they gave us the green lights. We grabbed our boards and raced to the water. I could already tell this was going to be fun.

Unconditional Love

They say that big things, come in the smallest of packages. Some of these are too small to see; while others are too obvious to ignore. I never actually believed this saying, until I met her.
She who's eyes are as brown as chocolate-covered peanuts. She who's silky, blond hair never ceases to amaze me. She who's smile is as bright as the sun. This girl is the meaning of a positive attitude. And is the only one to this day, who can place a smile on my face no matter what. She is the one and the only: my dog Sandy.
She really is a bottle of fun. I enjoy each and and every second I spend with her. Like today, as the sun slowly went down and the stars rapidly shot up: we decided to take her out to the park. Still full of energy and tired of being inside, I wasn't surprised that she agreed to this also. So off we went to the park (not minding the slightly late hour). Sandy got to play around. And of course she got into things she wasn't supposed to: mostly a nearby plant and a piece of trash. The bottom line is: she got to be a puppy.
But as the sunset glow began to fade. We had no choice but to go back. No worries though, I'm not saying she can't have fun inside. I'm just saying she can't have fun inside without bugging me. Even so, I still love her. Mostly because she doesn't care if I'm an athlete or not. And she doesn't care about what type of music I like. She doesn't worry about any of my flaws. I don't mean to go all "Marley and Me" on you guys. But its true, its called unconditional love.

Stuck Between Two Walls

The rays of sunlight blasted before us all. Slowly draining the little bit of energy we had left. There wasn't even the slightest hint of breeze. It all seemed so quiet, so still. This one mile run appeared to be endless.
I looked back and noticed the large, ominous, red and white cloud of bodies: getting closer and closer. I tried to run, I tried to escape. But like quicksand the harder I tried, the deeper I sank. My legs started to give in; I no longer looked back. I could not tell which was worse: the fear or the exhaustion.
Up ahead in the distance, I saw shimmering light. My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim. Filled with hope, I raced to this mysterious object. It was a he, and it was moving much faster than I was. So much, that for once I could not reach it. For the first time, I could not take what was rightfully mine. I couldn't take grasp of the much deserved prize. I was chasing after something; I could never catch up to. I wanted, what I could not have.
I wasn't going to aim for second place; I was in it to win it. Stuck between two walls closing in. Two bodies different in size but with the same goal: to make it to the finish line first. My heart was racing; I needed to get out. This was no longer: "I'm not going to last four laps," it was ,"I'm not going to last running around the corner."
I just wanted it to end, no more running. No more Coach Henter coaxing us to do better. No more blistering sun. I just wanted someone to put me out of my misery. So the pain would slowly wash away. And finally someone did, the boy who made it in first place. The guy who beat me to it.

Quick and Painless

I didn't live up to their expectations; heck, I didn't live up to my own expectations. But no matter, I still had time... or so I thought.

I grabbed my red composition notebook and started down the stairs. On the way down I ran into an unsuspected friend with the same problem. We laughed and pretended we didn't care, but we both knew the consequences for dismissing one of Mrs. Browns assignments. We knew, either from years of experience or years of lazyness. The noisy lunchroom seemed even louder today. I was constantly distracted, no one seemed to give me a break. The one day I didn't need my friends, was the day they chose to sit close to me and harass me...great friends huh.

I had just started writing a new sentence, or a new thought if you will. So obviously, I was lost in deep thought and did not notice the large shadow of authority looming over me. Suddenly, the hairs on the back of my neck stood. As I slowly looked up I saw Mrs. Brown peering down at me; not very happy about me forgetting the assignment. She Spoke a few words of advice, most of which I can't remember.

The bell had rung and I was still laying outside her classroom, trying to polish the mediocre piece of writing. Knowing there wasn't much I could do, I decided to bite the bullet and step into her class. Hoping it would be quick and painless.

P.E.

A slight breeze scurried about; as the large palm could not be shaken.
The blistering sun towered above us all. For the beaming heat struck me across the face. But inside, were the scorching heat could not reach. One thought remained, only one center of attention stood: The softball.
The single file line progressed slowly. Ever so slowly, almost as sluggish as the air born softball.The laughter carried across the field, but for every batter up, the noise hushed.
I stepped up to the plate. My life's goal was now to put the ball out of its misery. And slowly but surely, as the ball approached me; I could feel my thirst for excitment quenching. Violently I swung the bat, who furiously met the ball. And now looking up at the soaring ball: I had now lived.