Tuesday, 25 January 2011
12:08:15 AM (GMT)
I love writing in poerty form,
and I've been writing a lot lately,
I guess you could say it's a book.
I think it's going to be called:
Broken & Differnet.
Please critic me and give me some ideas,
for future writing.
I don't know where I am,
but I haven't landed yet.
I hear a faint noise.
It gets louder the more I fall.
I realize it's my alarm clock.
And my eyes fly open.
My name's Allison.
and partially drug free.
I used to live in New York,
but now I'm forced against my will to live in senic nowhere.
I have a fraternal twin sister;
she's the exact opposite of me.
Though the only thing we share is our birth mother.
I have natural platinum blond hair,
I'm 5-foot 6-inches,
I have an olive tinted skin.
I play the piano,
I write poetry,
and I love reading,
and I like any type of music,
but not rap.
Jody's got naturally dirty-blond hair,
but she dies it lighter to match mine,
she takes the Irish skin,
she plays bass guitar,
and the flute,
she loooves to paint,
and reading Teen magazines,
she's a cheerleader,
and she loooves hip-hop. :|
See the difference?
I guess you could say we come from an interesting family.
My 'father' left my 'mom', Jody, and me to fend for ourselves on the streets of
She couldn't afford us and she left us in foster care when we were five.
We haven't seen then since.
When we were eleven, some rich guy and his posh LA fiancee came in a saw the two of
us reading aloud to a group of six-year-olds.
That rich guy happened to be some big CEO of an agriculture company in the middle of
And he just so happened to become our father a few weeks after his visit.
Thinking about living in a foster home gave me chills,
I'm just about to fall asleep when someone knocks on my door.
I reply with a groan and crawl out of the covers.
After taking an extremely hot shower,
I blow-dry my hair.
And start doing my make up.
Next to me is half awake Jody,
who's caking her face with foundation.
At least it's not the bronser.
(never been a big fan of calling her that)
is an amazing chef.
Since she doesn't have a job,
not there's no need for a chef when you've got Maryanna making homemade food!
Since we're officially starting school,
(we were homeschooled),
she woke up two hours before us and started making food.
you ask her,
99% of the time she can make it.
After the two of us stuff our faces,
while Maryanna and Jody make lunches.
When I come out,
I grab my bag,
mainly filled with pans,
a manuscript notebook,
and my lunch.
And I head out the door.
Last edited: 25 January 2011