"Write an makala about your life, your thoughts, anything on your mind! Get it off wewe shoulders! Express anything"
I stared blankly at the paper. “What was I going to write?” My mind was blank. My stomach was in a tight knot. I held my fist tightly closed to my chest. I felt like crying. Those dark memories came back.
I raised my hand. She called on me. 'Miss Ivory! Yes!"
I hold back my tears but manage to mumble. All eyes were on my know. I shivered.
"Can wewe write about anything on your mind? And wewe won't tell anyone?"
She thought a little bit before answering with a smile. "Why, I don't see why not!" She giggled alttle.
I couldn't stand her. She was always laughing. Always kidding and joking. I can't even laugh anymore. au even smile. It's all fake. Just like her fake little face.
I decide to start with the title.
Name- Ivory Snow
Date- 11/4/2012
Age- 17
I don't know what it's like to smile. TRULY.
All I ever feel is pain. It comes and follows me. EVERYWHERE. There is no escaping. Like being trapped in an iron cage. Dark. Doomed. I am the REAL Ivory Snow. And here is my story.
I wasn't always an orphan. In fact i had a caring loving family. Treated me well, spoiled me with goodies. It was a dream life. Until one day. I was about 10. And my dad picked me up from school. It wasn't an ordinary day. Because he had it planned. He took me back home. Mother was at work so the house was silent. He said, "Why don't wewe hop in the shower, I'll get wewe a towel. Being a "Good Girl" I went, stripped in my bedroom and got in the shower. He didn't get a towel. He got his clothes off. He jumped in the shower, scaring me half to death. I tried to get away. He pulled me back into the torchere chamber of a shower. He was looking at me in a wierd way, staring as i tried to cover kwa looking away, but i didn't know what his filthy mind had coming. He got me in my mom's bed. he got on juu of me. He raped me. And he did it zaidi than once. He craved it. He made me. When i refused and tried to get away he would whip me, hit me. I have scars to prove it. He died. I killed him. Know i have to explain to anyone about the secret abortion. So here i am. At an orphanage, waiting for someone to say they'll upendo me. But that will never happen right? I mean who could upendo me.
I handed it in. And told her. "This is my true story" I walked out of the classroom. Looking at everone else. Tears filling my eyes. I ran. I haven't seen anyone that i knew since. After all I am the bad guy now.
I stared blankly at the paper. “What was I going to write?” My mind was blank. My stomach was in a tight knot. I held my fist tightly closed to my chest. I felt like crying. Those dark memories came back.
I raised my hand. She called on me. 'Miss Ivory! Yes!"
I hold back my tears but manage to mumble. All eyes were on my know. I shivered.
"Can wewe write about anything on your mind? And wewe won't tell anyone?"
She thought a little bit before answering with a smile. "Why, I don't see why not!" She giggled alttle.
I couldn't stand her. She was always laughing. Always kidding and joking. I can't even laugh anymore. au even smile. It's all fake. Just like her fake little face.
I decide to start with the title.
Name- Ivory Snow
Date- 11/4/2012
Age- 17
I don't know what it's like to smile. TRULY.
All I ever feel is pain. It comes and follows me. EVERYWHERE. There is no escaping. Like being trapped in an iron cage. Dark. Doomed. I am the REAL Ivory Snow. And here is my story.
I wasn't always an orphan. In fact i had a caring loving family. Treated me well, spoiled me with goodies. It was a dream life. Until one day. I was about 10. And my dad picked me up from school. It wasn't an ordinary day. Because he had it planned. He took me back home. Mother was at work so the house was silent. He said, "Why don't wewe hop in the shower, I'll get wewe a towel. Being a "Good Girl" I went, stripped in my bedroom and got in the shower. He didn't get a towel. He got his clothes off. He jumped in the shower, scaring me half to death. I tried to get away. He pulled me back into the torchere chamber of a shower. He was looking at me in a wierd way, staring as i tried to cover kwa looking away, but i didn't know what his filthy mind had coming. He got me in my mom's bed. he got on juu of me. He raped me. And he did it zaidi than once. He craved it. He made me. When i refused and tried to get away he would whip me, hit me. I have scars to prove it. He died. I killed him. Know i have to explain to anyone about the secret abortion. So here i am. At an orphanage, waiting for someone to say they'll upendo me. But that will never happen right? I mean who could upendo me.
I handed it in. And told her. "This is my true story" I walked out of the classroom. Looking at everone else. Tears filling my eyes. I ran. I haven't seen anyone that i knew since. After all I am the bad guy now.
Ivory Snow
My memory is pitch black
Like the color of the devils heart
My soul begins to rot
Like a meal that's been left out
My tears start to dry
Like a river in the desert
My dreams begin to float
Like a long Lost feather
My hopes begin to fall
Like rain from a cloud
My hunger ceased to exist
Like a mime that makes sound
My skin wants to break
Like a falling piece of glass
My fear begins to grow
Like a meadow burdened with grass
My anger builds up
Like a skyscraper, maghorofa with no ending
My sorrow fades out
Like a distant memory
My blood freezes up
Like water in the anartic
My Bones become brittle
Like a cigarette without an addict
My plan unfolds itself
Like a maua, ua beginning to bloom
My mind grows anxious
Like a bomb waiting for the boom
My conscious lies dormant
Like a volkano in the sea
My life awaits death
Like the power in a battery
As my light slowly goes out...
So does the rest of the world..
And life..
Like the color of the devils heart
My soul begins to rot
Like a meal that's been left out
My tears start to dry
Like a river in the desert
My dreams begin to float
Like a long Lost feather
My hopes begin to fall
Like rain from a cloud
My hunger ceased to exist
Like a mime that makes sound
My skin wants to break
Like a falling piece of glass
My fear begins to grow
Like a meadow burdened with grass
My anger builds up
Like a skyscraper, maghorofa with no ending
My sorrow fades out
Like a distant memory
My blood freezes up
Like water in the anartic
My Bones become brittle
Like a cigarette without an addict
My plan unfolds itself
Like a maua, ua beginning to bloom
My mind grows anxious
Like a bomb waiting for the boom
My conscious lies dormant
Like a volkano in the sea
My life awaits death
Like the power in a battery
As my light slowly goes out...
So does the rest of the world..
And life..
