Ordinary World.

Tracy's birthday was next week, 19 years old.

She's pretty excited.  She's young, and loving life.  Living among the streets of Chicago and has the greatest boyfriend.  She is a beautiful girl who has an impeccable imagination and creativity about life.  Her life is art.


She was unfathomable.  She could draw anything; when she drew, she put her soul into it.

She started to draw one day, what seemed to look like a tree.  All of the sudden she had the sudden urge to puke her stomach out.  After she did, she got another horrible sick feeling, but it was different this time.

Travis was a regular 20 year old, with a killer intellegence going for him.  He had a beautiful girlfriend and was loving life.  Speaking of which, she was calling.
It was so sweet to hear her voice, but it had a different tone to it.  Worried, yet excited.
Travis couldn't breathe.
He dropped the phone.

Tracy was back to her drawing of the tree.  She doesn't have the same inspiration because her whole world had changed in 2 ways.  She was pregnant, and her boyfriend was long gone.

She draws an amazing picture of a tree being so strong and free on one side, and wilted and broken on the other.

Questions:
What will happen to Tracy and the baby?
Will Travis come back?
How will her life change even more?

Blurbs.

Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen:
What a debatable, beloved song this is.  It fights between the meaning of  life, love or deeper meanings.  A deep song that does in fact, move you.  When every thing is left cold and broken, all you can say is, Hallelujah.


Miserable at Best by Mayday Parade:
Katie loves Dave, but when it comes down to it, she thinks she can do better, but Dave knows this, so he thinks she will leave him for that other guy, he can live without her, but without her, he'll be miserable at best.

Old School by Hedley:
Remembering the good old days of when you were young, and taking that adventure before you grow up.  Every one clings to their youth, so don't close your eyes, or you'll fade away.

My Story.

 Hey, what's up? yeah, you're 17 and you're almost an adult? I don't think so.  I don't like that idea. 

Do you remember when you were 7?  And your friend told you that she won't be your friend unless you walked bare foot over broken glass.  You're not stupid, that's gonna hurt.  She never really spoke to you again, but she was crazy anyway, so it's okay.


Remember when you were 6 and all you did was chase boys around the playground? and then they told you you had bugs in your hair and teeth?  See, now those were the good, fun times.


Remember when you just turned 15 and your parents got divorced? Ya, that was hard, still is.  Remember when your group of friends split up? yeah that was hard too.  Remember those times you felt lonely?  Ya, that sucked.


Remember how you're shy and awkward? How it's so hard to talk to boys. Yeah, now that's more stories for another day.  Remember how you found flowers on your door step?  Ha ha, good day.  Remember that day you looked inside your coffee cup and the foam made a heart?  It was too cool not to take a picture.

It's those little things that life's all about.  Looking back, I believe the theme is love.  Love is all you need. 

Over-all, you get bits and pieces of my story.  My story seems too average though.  I'm just another person, with another story.  So why am I different?  Get to know me and you'll find out.

Or maybe, I am just like every one else... I HOPE NOT. 

KEY:
Red: Character
Blue: Plot
Green: Setting
Italized and Underlined: Conflict
Bold: Theme

Found Poem.

Writer's Inc. 003:
"Read the bold statement above, read it again; repeat it after every meal; have it tattooed on your arm and by all means remember it every time you write.
Let this statement be your constant reminder that when you write, you are often involved in uncharted thinking and exploring. 
For example, at the beginning of this process, you may be searching for possible subjects that related to your assignment. 
At another point, you may be experimenting with different ways to write about one of these subjects. 
Later on, you may be searching for the perfect idea to tie all your main points together."


Found Poem: Remember, you.

The beginning of every main idea is a bold statement.
Remember when you write: experiment, search and

BE DIFFERENT.

Remember, Let it be.

Read it AGAIN.
Remember that l a t e r on, you'll change it for the perfect words to TIE it all together.
You are involved in an uncharted process called literature.
Remember it's yours.

Remember to always search for another way to write it.
So your statement is bolder than ever.
Begin.

Looking through the Glass.

A fragile, petite girl was swinging on her old swing set for the last ten minutes that she could; tracing her fingers up, down and through the cold chains.

She hasn't spoken in almost four days.

And she doesn't want to leave.

The moving vans just finished packing up.  She lived here her whole life, but it was too painful to be here anymore.  She didn't want things to change so fast.

She's terrified.

Her Daddy pulls up in the black car.
He walks towards her holding back tears.
"Have you got everything sweetheart?" he said in a gentle voice.
"Yes, but I'm not going back inside that house" she said her high, sad voice.
"Okay, I understand" he said softly.
"Are you ready to go?"

She looked up at him with tears of heartache rushing down her small, angelic face and whispered,
"Daddy, I don't want to go."
Tears erupt from his sad, blue eyes as he embraced his small angel.

They wept together in a sorrowful hug.

He carried her to the car and slid into the back seat as Grandpa backed up the black car.
The fragile, petite girl looked through the glass at the sad house.
"I love you Daddy, and Mommy" She breathed.
"I love you too, and Mommy" Daddy whispered.

He hugged her tighter as they drove to Mommy's funeral.

One Word.

FREE.

Freedom is that sweet watermelon in the summer heat.  Freedom is crying after you found out that he cheated.  Freedom is eating 50 pounds of greasy food on a Tuesday night just because you're with your fellas.  Freedom is moving out after graduation day.  Freedom is love.  Freedom is music.

Freedom is NOT suicide.  Freedom is NOT discrimination.  Freedom is NOT money. 

being free is being yourself no matter what.

being free is going for your dreams no matter how huge they may be.

being free is allowing yourself to fall.

being free is not free.  But can't obtain being free, you can only be it.

being free is dancing the night away.

being free is never giving up.

being free is... hard.

It seems so easy to do whatever you please, so doesn't that mean that life would be easy? well it's not.  

Life is hard.  You gotta be who you want to be.

We design our dreams, our wants, fears.

We design our lives.

Then, just then,

we become free.

Rock out like That day has Arrived.

You have been given a direct order to rock out.

Rock out like it's 1979.  Like it's a busy street and you're blind.  Rock out like you won the lottery, like you won a free burrito.  Rock out like a ride in that smooth Maserati.  Rock out like it's nobody's business.  Rock out like it's graduation day.

Rock out like you'll never die, like there's no tomorrow.

Rock out like the party never stops.  Rock out like your parents were still together.  Rock out like music's all you got.  Rock out like you just walked on water.  Rock out like you've never rocked out before!  Rock out like you've never been told to.  Rock out like a rebel, like you just heard your favorite song for the first time.

Rock out like things never changed and things stayed the same.

Rock out like you got the last twinkie in the box.  Rock out like you just got transparent socks.

Rock out like you felt like you mattered... to them.

Rock out like you don't know anything!  Rock out like you know everything!  Rock out like you made the winning touchdown.  Rock out like your heart just broke for the first time.  Rock out like you don't know yourself.  Rock out like KISS rocks out.  Head banging baabby.  yeaah buddy.

Rock out like that day has arrived.

Rock out like you don't know.

Rock out like you've never lived.

Rock out like you were clean:

from reputation

from drugs

from all the things you said

from all the things you did

from all the mistakes you made.

Rock out like you have no regrets.

Rock out like you just jumped off the edge of a cliff, rock out because you can fly.

Rock out like you can break dance.

Rock out like you just broke out of jail.

Rock out like your dreams just came true.

Rock out because your scared to.

ROCK OUT LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDED ON IT.

because it does.