Sweet CherriesHave you tasted the sweetness of cherries?The succulent tartness of those heart-shaped berries?If you've had them before, you'd believe me when I say,that their sweetness can brighten the darkest day.But, how about this cherry of life?The sweet cherry that eliminates strife?What would that be, to you, alive?Is your sweet cherry found in your drive?Your drive to be happy, in all that you do,your drive to be smiling, to all those you knew.If sweet cherries you lack, you will know why,someone you love gave you a sweet cherry pie.
Chapter 8: As Soon as it was Over...I felt a heavy breath of anticipation well up inside of me as we turned the corner to my house.< I'm headed back to my house now. I hope that me being a werewolf won't show.> I looked at the scout beside and saw that he took no notice of me, like nothing had changed.When the truck stopped, I grabbed my stuff out of the back and quickly ran for my front door, throwing it open and running inside. My feet glided up the stairs so fast, I thought I was bound to trip and fall before I made it to my room. As to why I was in a hurry, I didn't know.Making it inside, I quickly put the stuff in my backpack away before pulling out the letter. I began to read it, noticing the handwriting was terrible:By now, I assume you are in your room at home, John. I knew you would be smart enough to not open it as soon as you found it.Congratulations! You are now officially a werewolf! I'm amazed that you were able to keep the whole thing secret without our help. Although, when I saw your gr
Theme 1: IntroductionYou see me in the hall, an unreadable face,you look around, for it is a strange place,for me to be sitting, all alone.For we are at school, not home.Walking up to me, you ask:Why are you alone in this hallway pass?I merely gaze up, and with a witty smile,say that it's all I'd do for a while.In my hand, you see a book,filled with drawings that I took.Around me, you see people walking the halls,always trying to avoid the walls (That I was on)Do these people fear you?You ask, wishing that you knew.I shake my head, no.They probably know I want to lie low.Do you have friends? Are they here right now?I nod my head, and you wonder "how?"Your head you cock, as you look down at me,like trying to examine the details in a tree.I gaze up, one last time, and say:"Do you like werewolves, by the way?"For a split second, you see my eyes change,now you knew that I was strange.Without another word, you walk away,hoping to not meet me in an alley one day.Despite this fact, there