Colin-Roberts
11-03-2007, 11:54 PM
Lying awake in bed is different then crying yourself to sleep. Lying awake is usually when something good happens, but when you cry yourself to sleep your usually sad or miserable.
This was a night to cry yourself to sleep because Lyra's ignorant brother and her not-so caring mother were having their continuous fight on how unhealthy fast food was. Lyra hated conflict so she had kept her opinion of agreeing with her brown haired brother Ryan, but she never said anything for fear of getting slapped wickedly across her heart shaped face by her ugly, repulsing mother. Lyra was never valued higher then, the un-welcomed resident mouse in the house. Lyra looked too much like her sandy haired father. Lyra was crying because she did better then her older brother Pete who had failed a grade and was in the same grade as Lyra. Lyra had done better than Pete on a math quiz, Lyra being her smart, independent self got a 98% while Pete on the other hand had only got 68%.
Lyra had been punished for doing better than Pete. Lyra had always thought it was normal to be rewarded to do good but no, not in this household. Lyra had been beaten by her mother, Lyra now had a black eye. And was now concocting a story for tomorrow at school where she would be questioned by her only and best friend Sam Curtis. Her story so far was she tripped and fell down the stairs. Lyra was afraid that if Sam ever found out about her mother Sam wouldn't want to be her friend.
At the same time Sam was in bed lying awake wondering about why Lyra always came to school with some form of injury whether it be bruises, cuts, or black eyes. She always had some fresh form of a story behind it about her being clumsy. But he knew better, Lyra was far from clumsy she was as graceful as a ballerina. For that matter their teacher Ms. Swaylor had asked Lyra if she had taken dance lessons when she had been little, Lyra had replied in a less than confident, no.
* * * Earlier at School That Day* * *
Like any other sweaty, embarrassing gym class for Lyra, it had started just the same as any other. Ms. Swaylor told the class to pick gym teams to play a warm-up game of dodge ball before starting their new unit... Ms. Swaylor hadn't told them what it was... Naturally Lyra had been picked second last and that was only because the other kid was a nose picker named John White. None the less this hadn't bugged sandy-haired Lyra. Lyra could care less, gym class was a sad excuse for even the dumb caveman students to do well in. Truly Lyra did not mind gym she was pretty good at sports, though she knew if she started getting better than her cave-man brother Pete in gym there would be true hell to pay. Lyra was very athletic especially out of the girls. All the girls seemed to want to do is sit around and gossip. In this gym class their hot topic this time was... Lyra.
"Oh my god, look at how Lyra dresses. You'd think she shops at garage sales," said Alicia.
"You know what? She probably does," agreed Emma.
Alicia and Emma of course had to have the trendy happening clothes. Where as Lyra was quite content with her thrift store jeans and shirts. Naturally living in the house hold she had not, been allowed, let alone offered such things as new clothes. Deep down Lyra had always hoped her mother could stop being superficial and look past what Lyra looked like, just because she had her dads green eyes, sandy hair and tight chin did not mean that she was going to grow up acting like him.
The girls continued to ridicule Lyra. Lyra tried hard to ignore them. Lyra was quite practiced in the art of setting a barrier with word whether positive or negative. A barrier had not been enough this time words had broken through.
"Guess what I heard!" exclaimed Emma.
"What?" questioned Alica.
" I heard that Lyra is a total liar. You know how she always come to school with cuts, bruises and black eyes and she always has some **** and bull story about being clumsy. Okay, I will deny this if you ever quote me but you know how she walks she has a natural grace. I heard that Sam Curtis kid talking to eye-candy Alex Linward about it. And Alex agreed that there was something about the way she walks... Yeah Alex, Alex Linward the hottest-super cutie in the world worried about the scum-bag Lyra the liar," concluded Emma.
"No, freaking way!," said Alicia in a hoarse whisper.
Lyra could put up the barrier again but this time she needed a wall and behind that a hill to slow the attack. Emma and Alicia had gotten interrupted by Ms. Swaylor when she had yelled at them for less chit-chat and more play.
Lyra's mind was piercing and stinging with the words that Emma had said. not that Alex actually knew who she was but that Sam and everyone else had begun to unwind her messy knot of lies.
* * * Present* * *
Lyra sat up on her single mattress bed and looked around her white blank walls that surrounded her. Now feeling like they were enclosing her... going to engulf her if she didn't... if she didn't what? Lyra didn't know.
Sam had in fact been thinking of the same incident, well not the same. Sam was questioning and thinking about what Alex had said about Lyra.
* * *Lunch the previous day* * *
Lunchtime in the cafeteria, no it should be called feeding time at the zoo because that's all it was. The monkeys other was known as Hill's Highs Killer Bee's Football team with the hottest super cutie Alex Linward, the tigers other was known as the vicious Killer Bee cheerleaders with the Queen Bee's themselves Alicia and Emma. The giraffes or the freakishly tall basketball jocks. The pea**** or the self-absorbed drama club, the parrots or the loud and obnoxious band geeks. The owls or the know-it all math geeks Sam included. The rest pigeons picking the last remains of food from the wrapper along the street. Lyra a flamingo in a flock of pigeons. Not knowing where she is, what she is, who she is.
One of the Owls named Sam Curtis was about to began the long winding journey across the cafeteria, past the pea****s, past the parrots, past the giraffes around the pigeons, the only flamingo in his mind was still in line. Now in the center of the cafeteria was the monkeys and the tigers both trying to impress one another. None was so obvious then the most veracious and head tiger Emma Was trying to impress the Quarter-back monkey the most charming hottest super-cutie Alex Linward. Alex had looked almost bored with Emma. God only knows why. Emma was your picture perfect cheerleader. Blonde, blue eyed, perfect body, perfect hair, perfect, perfect that was the only word for her. But Alex was just sitting there staring across the zoo with complete emptiness in his coal dark eyes. Alex got up right when Emma had been in mid-sentence, looked around the cafeteria pushed in the red hard chair into he table and walked towards Sam.
Now Sam's mind was never quite clear. Usually filled with the latest math equation but right now the only clear thought that came to him is, Why the hell is he walking towards me?!
"Hey," said Alex with his famous chin-wave.
"Um...hi?" said Sam awkwardly.
"Um, I'm sorry to bother you like this, you probably have some math equation to do or something, whatever. But I know you hang out with that Lyra girl, right?" said Alex quite rudely.
"Well, yeah, I do. So...?"
"Well, I couldn't help but notice but she's like really really pretty, like prettier than Emma. And I was just wondering if their was something going on between you too.."
Sam was at a loss for words. He didn't know what to say. So he had said the most stupidest thing but first thing that came to his mind.
"Why, who wants to know?"
"Well, I've already said she was really pretty, but why does she always have those bruises or cuts?"
"Oh, I don't know she said its just because she's really clumsy..."
"Lyra! Clumsy? Are you sure we're talking about the same Lyra?" Questioned Alex.
"Well, that’s what she says!" exclaimed Sam.
"She doesn't walk like a clumsy. She glides like a swan!"
"I know"
"Oh, Alex! Don't talk to Sam the math geek, come sit with me!" Emma had snuck up behind Alex.
Sam nodded to Alex. The nod speaking for itself, saying don't speak of this again. Alex agreed and said goodbye with the famous chin wave.
Sam continued on his journey and sat with his fellow owls. Lyra had joined them as well. The rules of the jungle were going to change.
* * *Present* * *
Sam was still thinking but a little more clearly now. He had organized his mind into basically two main problems: Why in the world did Alex Linward care about Lyra? and What was going on with Lyra? First he was going to work on the Alex Linward problem, but always continued work on Lyra.
* * *Next day* * *
"Good morning Killer Bee's! Just a reminder that this Friday is Hill High's annual Christmas masque ball. So get your tickets and your date..."
"Oh my god, like I'd even be allowed too go to the dance," sighed Lyra.
"Why not?" asked Sam.
"My mom wouldn't let me... you know, over protective mother," lied Lyra. More like over abusive mother, if I asked it would just be another thing for her to hold over my head.
Lyra rolled her eyes.
"Come on, your mom has to let you come. I'll talk to her if you want?"
"NO, well no its okay.. its not like I have a date anyway?"
"Well, I think I could change that.." whispered Alex Linward in Lyra's ear.
Ring, ring.
"Oh well, that's the bell," said a flustered Lyra.
"But your answer?"
"Later," replied Lyra as her and a befuddled Sam were swept away into the jungle once again.
Here they were once again, in the torture chamber, gym class... Today there were starting on their second day of their new unit...dance. Lyra thought it was funny that even the dumb caveman couldn't dance. But then Lyra considered that back in the stone age rhythm hadn't been invented by then. Lyra laughed her gentle, smiling chuckle, grinning at Sam. Sam was thinking the same thing.
"Since you obviously think this is so funny, Ms. Lyra. Why don't you show us a prefect arebasc?" sneered Mrs. Swaylor.
"Umm... sure?" sighed Lyra.
Lyra started in fifth position, chaussing into a well placed fourth position while positioning her arms into a perfect first position. Lyra then, at the same time, lifted her left, back leg while straightening her supporting leg. Her arms then placed on third arebas with an amazing eye line. But that wasn't it, her posture was amazing as well as her turn-out. Her turn-out started from the inside of her hip socket wrapping itself all the way down her legs.
"Was that fine?" asked Lyra, as she gracefully came out of the position.
"Fine? Fine, child? It was truly breath-taking. It surpassed fine!" exclaimed Mrs. Swaylor.
"Sure," cautiously replied Lyra, not knowing if Mrs. Swaylor was serious or pulling her leg. Lyra walked back beside Sam, aware of all the eye's following her.
"where did you learn that?" murmured Sam in Lyra's pierced ear.
"I don't know. But shut-up before she makes me do something else," murmured Lyra back.
After gym class, there was English class. Lyra didn't mind English. The only bad thing about it was Sam had English next semester. But right now they were studying poems. Alex was in Lyra's English class and much to Lyra's dismay so was Alicia and Emma.
Surprisingly though Alex although he may be amazing at sports, he wasn't a dumb cave-man like all the others. Alex had a 96% in English right now and was amazing with words. Alicia and Emma on the other hand were your stupid dumb blonde cheerleaders, with an average of 47% each. Lyra was pretty good at English she had 92% only 4% under Alex.
But poetry was something both Alex, and Lyra were exceeding at. The resident hag of a teacher Mrs. Pawdo had assigned a project with partners selected by Mrs. Pawdo her self. Mrs. Pawdo selected Lyra and Alex as partners for this special assignment. This assignment had nothing to do with old, dead poets, this assignment was to come up with a selection of different poems, touching on a variety of different emotions. Lyra was uncomfortable with this partnering especially after what happened this morning. Alex on the other hand couldn't have been more thrilled.
"So... do you have an answer?" inquired Alex.
Lyra looked up from her doodled on notebook, "No, not yet."
"Oh, okay," replied a surprised Alex.
Wow, what's wrong with her... Any other girl would have snapped up this chance like that. Well, maybe its me. What's wrong with me though? I'm smart, I'm athletic, I'm hot, what more could she ask for. It's not like Sam who's smart but not athletic and far from hot. Thought Alex to himself.
Why won't he leave me alone! It's probably some scheme to embarrass me... Well I'm not going to let him have that chance, but I'm not going to give him an answer till I find out more, thought Lyra to herself.
"Okay so, what emotions do we want to cover with our poems?" asked Lyra trying to get the project back on track.
"Love, anger, jealousy, happiness, preoccupied..." answered Alex in a bored tone.
"Okay anything else?" questioned Lyra.
"Beauty, creativity, uniqueness," answered Alex looking into Lyra's green eyes.
"Okay that'll start us then," concluded Lyra quickly avoiding Alex's brown eyes.
Back into the hallway, avoiding one person, avoiding dropping books and especially avoiding Alex was all that was on Lyra’s mind.
This was a night to cry yourself to sleep because Lyra's ignorant brother and her not-so caring mother were having their continuous fight on how unhealthy fast food was. Lyra hated conflict so she had kept her opinion of agreeing with her brown haired brother Ryan, but she never said anything for fear of getting slapped wickedly across her heart shaped face by her ugly, repulsing mother. Lyra was never valued higher then, the un-welcomed resident mouse in the house. Lyra looked too much like her sandy haired father. Lyra was crying because she did better then her older brother Pete who had failed a grade and was in the same grade as Lyra. Lyra had done better than Pete on a math quiz, Lyra being her smart, independent self got a 98% while Pete on the other hand had only got 68%.
Lyra had been punished for doing better than Pete. Lyra had always thought it was normal to be rewarded to do good but no, not in this household. Lyra had been beaten by her mother, Lyra now had a black eye. And was now concocting a story for tomorrow at school where she would be questioned by her only and best friend Sam Curtis. Her story so far was she tripped and fell down the stairs. Lyra was afraid that if Sam ever found out about her mother Sam wouldn't want to be her friend.
At the same time Sam was in bed lying awake wondering about why Lyra always came to school with some form of injury whether it be bruises, cuts, or black eyes. She always had some fresh form of a story behind it about her being clumsy. But he knew better, Lyra was far from clumsy she was as graceful as a ballerina. For that matter their teacher Ms. Swaylor had asked Lyra if she had taken dance lessons when she had been little, Lyra had replied in a less than confident, no.
* * * Earlier at School That Day* * *
Like any other sweaty, embarrassing gym class for Lyra, it had started just the same as any other. Ms. Swaylor told the class to pick gym teams to play a warm-up game of dodge ball before starting their new unit... Ms. Swaylor hadn't told them what it was... Naturally Lyra had been picked second last and that was only because the other kid was a nose picker named John White. None the less this hadn't bugged sandy-haired Lyra. Lyra could care less, gym class was a sad excuse for even the dumb caveman students to do well in. Truly Lyra did not mind gym she was pretty good at sports, though she knew if she started getting better than her cave-man brother Pete in gym there would be true hell to pay. Lyra was very athletic especially out of the girls. All the girls seemed to want to do is sit around and gossip. In this gym class their hot topic this time was... Lyra.
"Oh my god, look at how Lyra dresses. You'd think she shops at garage sales," said Alicia.
"You know what? She probably does," agreed Emma.
Alicia and Emma of course had to have the trendy happening clothes. Where as Lyra was quite content with her thrift store jeans and shirts. Naturally living in the house hold she had not, been allowed, let alone offered such things as new clothes. Deep down Lyra had always hoped her mother could stop being superficial and look past what Lyra looked like, just because she had her dads green eyes, sandy hair and tight chin did not mean that she was going to grow up acting like him.
The girls continued to ridicule Lyra. Lyra tried hard to ignore them. Lyra was quite practiced in the art of setting a barrier with word whether positive or negative. A barrier had not been enough this time words had broken through.
"Guess what I heard!" exclaimed Emma.
"What?" questioned Alica.
" I heard that Lyra is a total liar. You know how she always come to school with cuts, bruises and black eyes and she always has some **** and bull story about being clumsy. Okay, I will deny this if you ever quote me but you know how she walks she has a natural grace. I heard that Sam Curtis kid talking to eye-candy Alex Linward about it. And Alex agreed that there was something about the way she walks... Yeah Alex, Alex Linward the hottest-super cutie in the world worried about the scum-bag Lyra the liar," concluded Emma.
"No, freaking way!," said Alicia in a hoarse whisper.
Lyra could put up the barrier again but this time she needed a wall and behind that a hill to slow the attack. Emma and Alicia had gotten interrupted by Ms. Swaylor when she had yelled at them for less chit-chat and more play.
Lyra's mind was piercing and stinging with the words that Emma had said. not that Alex actually knew who she was but that Sam and everyone else had begun to unwind her messy knot of lies.
* * * Present* * *
Lyra sat up on her single mattress bed and looked around her white blank walls that surrounded her. Now feeling like they were enclosing her... going to engulf her if she didn't... if she didn't what? Lyra didn't know.
Sam had in fact been thinking of the same incident, well not the same. Sam was questioning and thinking about what Alex had said about Lyra.
* * *Lunch the previous day* * *
Lunchtime in the cafeteria, no it should be called feeding time at the zoo because that's all it was. The monkeys other was known as Hill's Highs Killer Bee's Football team with the hottest super cutie Alex Linward, the tigers other was known as the vicious Killer Bee cheerleaders with the Queen Bee's themselves Alicia and Emma. The giraffes or the freakishly tall basketball jocks. The pea**** or the self-absorbed drama club, the parrots or the loud and obnoxious band geeks. The owls or the know-it all math geeks Sam included. The rest pigeons picking the last remains of food from the wrapper along the street. Lyra a flamingo in a flock of pigeons. Not knowing where she is, what she is, who she is.
One of the Owls named Sam Curtis was about to began the long winding journey across the cafeteria, past the pea****s, past the parrots, past the giraffes around the pigeons, the only flamingo in his mind was still in line. Now in the center of the cafeteria was the monkeys and the tigers both trying to impress one another. None was so obvious then the most veracious and head tiger Emma Was trying to impress the Quarter-back monkey the most charming hottest super-cutie Alex Linward. Alex had looked almost bored with Emma. God only knows why. Emma was your picture perfect cheerleader. Blonde, blue eyed, perfect body, perfect hair, perfect, perfect that was the only word for her. But Alex was just sitting there staring across the zoo with complete emptiness in his coal dark eyes. Alex got up right when Emma had been in mid-sentence, looked around the cafeteria pushed in the red hard chair into he table and walked towards Sam.
Now Sam's mind was never quite clear. Usually filled with the latest math equation but right now the only clear thought that came to him is, Why the hell is he walking towards me?!
"Hey," said Alex with his famous chin-wave.
"Um...hi?" said Sam awkwardly.
"Um, I'm sorry to bother you like this, you probably have some math equation to do or something, whatever. But I know you hang out with that Lyra girl, right?" said Alex quite rudely.
"Well, yeah, I do. So...?"
"Well, I couldn't help but notice but she's like really really pretty, like prettier than Emma. And I was just wondering if their was something going on between you too.."
Sam was at a loss for words. He didn't know what to say. So he had said the most stupidest thing but first thing that came to his mind.
"Why, who wants to know?"
"Well, I've already said she was really pretty, but why does she always have those bruises or cuts?"
"Oh, I don't know she said its just because she's really clumsy..."
"Lyra! Clumsy? Are you sure we're talking about the same Lyra?" Questioned Alex.
"Well, that’s what she says!" exclaimed Sam.
"She doesn't walk like a clumsy. She glides like a swan!"
"I know"
"Oh, Alex! Don't talk to Sam the math geek, come sit with me!" Emma had snuck up behind Alex.
Sam nodded to Alex. The nod speaking for itself, saying don't speak of this again. Alex agreed and said goodbye with the famous chin wave.
Sam continued on his journey and sat with his fellow owls. Lyra had joined them as well. The rules of the jungle were going to change.
* * *Present* * *
Sam was still thinking but a little more clearly now. He had organized his mind into basically two main problems: Why in the world did Alex Linward care about Lyra? and What was going on with Lyra? First he was going to work on the Alex Linward problem, but always continued work on Lyra.
* * *Next day* * *
"Good morning Killer Bee's! Just a reminder that this Friday is Hill High's annual Christmas masque ball. So get your tickets and your date..."
"Oh my god, like I'd even be allowed too go to the dance," sighed Lyra.
"Why not?" asked Sam.
"My mom wouldn't let me... you know, over protective mother," lied Lyra. More like over abusive mother, if I asked it would just be another thing for her to hold over my head.
Lyra rolled her eyes.
"Come on, your mom has to let you come. I'll talk to her if you want?"
"NO, well no its okay.. its not like I have a date anyway?"
"Well, I think I could change that.." whispered Alex Linward in Lyra's ear.
Ring, ring.
"Oh well, that's the bell," said a flustered Lyra.
"But your answer?"
"Later," replied Lyra as her and a befuddled Sam were swept away into the jungle once again.
Here they were once again, in the torture chamber, gym class... Today there were starting on their second day of their new unit...dance. Lyra thought it was funny that even the dumb caveman couldn't dance. But then Lyra considered that back in the stone age rhythm hadn't been invented by then. Lyra laughed her gentle, smiling chuckle, grinning at Sam. Sam was thinking the same thing.
"Since you obviously think this is so funny, Ms. Lyra. Why don't you show us a prefect arebasc?" sneered Mrs. Swaylor.
"Umm... sure?" sighed Lyra.
Lyra started in fifth position, chaussing into a well placed fourth position while positioning her arms into a perfect first position. Lyra then, at the same time, lifted her left, back leg while straightening her supporting leg. Her arms then placed on third arebas with an amazing eye line. But that wasn't it, her posture was amazing as well as her turn-out. Her turn-out started from the inside of her hip socket wrapping itself all the way down her legs.
"Was that fine?" asked Lyra, as she gracefully came out of the position.
"Fine? Fine, child? It was truly breath-taking. It surpassed fine!" exclaimed Mrs. Swaylor.
"Sure," cautiously replied Lyra, not knowing if Mrs. Swaylor was serious or pulling her leg. Lyra walked back beside Sam, aware of all the eye's following her.
"where did you learn that?" murmured Sam in Lyra's pierced ear.
"I don't know. But shut-up before she makes me do something else," murmured Lyra back.
After gym class, there was English class. Lyra didn't mind English. The only bad thing about it was Sam had English next semester. But right now they were studying poems. Alex was in Lyra's English class and much to Lyra's dismay so was Alicia and Emma.
Surprisingly though Alex although he may be amazing at sports, he wasn't a dumb cave-man like all the others. Alex had a 96% in English right now and was amazing with words. Alicia and Emma on the other hand were your stupid dumb blonde cheerleaders, with an average of 47% each. Lyra was pretty good at English she had 92% only 4% under Alex.
But poetry was something both Alex, and Lyra were exceeding at. The resident hag of a teacher Mrs. Pawdo had assigned a project with partners selected by Mrs. Pawdo her self. Mrs. Pawdo selected Lyra and Alex as partners for this special assignment. This assignment had nothing to do with old, dead poets, this assignment was to come up with a selection of different poems, touching on a variety of different emotions. Lyra was uncomfortable with this partnering especially after what happened this morning. Alex on the other hand couldn't have been more thrilled.
"So... do you have an answer?" inquired Alex.
Lyra looked up from her doodled on notebook, "No, not yet."
"Oh, okay," replied a surprised Alex.
Wow, what's wrong with her... Any other girl would have snapped up this chance like that. Well, maybe its me. What's wrong with me though? I'm smart, I'm athletic, I'm hot, what more could she ask for. It's not like Sam who's smart but not athletic and far from hot. Thought Alex to himself.
Why won't he leave me alone! It's probably some scheme to embarrass me... Well I'm not going to let him have that chance, but I'm not going to give him an answer till I find out more, thought Lyra to herself.
"Okay so, what emotions do we want to cover with our poems?" asked Lyra trying to get the project back on track.
"Love, anger, jealousy, happiness, preoccupied..." answered Alex in a bored tone.
"Okay anything else?" questioned Lyra.
"Beauty, creativity, uniqueness," answered Alex looking into Lyra's green eyes.
"Okay that'll start us then," concluded Lyra quickly avoiding Alex's brown eyes.
Back into the hallway, avoiding one person, avoiding dropping books and especially avoiding Alex was all that was on Lyra’s mind.