They sinabi no one would read my story that I wrote that day, but someone did, and now I’m here. In this room with a stranger..They sent me away here to get better? Yeah right..I thought I was weird these girls are different..
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Fever:
My parents heard about my sadness from that paper at school...The one where no one was meant to read and sinabi they wouldn’t.They weren’t even trying to be supportive of me and help me, they called me a waste of puwang and someone would look to be in my shoes instead of on the kalye and alive. I couldn’t blame them...It was unfair to other people who had it worst then I did. But still I am there daughter and they should pag-ibig me and try to help me no matter what I’m going through..That’s all I asked out of them..
But when I look myself in the mirror all I see is a girl with brown poop color hair and green blue eyes and pale skin. My face is to round and my checks are big, I have no figure what so ever and I’m tall and skinny with big feet. I see someone who’s ugly and will never be loved and never has. I’m literally INVISIBLE to the world around me..My name Anima even means invisible. I still feel like I’m better off dead then living this life.
So my parents decided to send me to this “Special School” for trouble teens. I’ve heard there’s a lot of weirdo’s there and once again I won’t belong or bend in. I’ll be lucky if someone even talks to me or even give me a segundo look. There sending me away to get out of there hair and hoping “Get Help?”. The only help I need is from them I just want them to pag-ibig me and see me as there beautiful daughter..But I don’t think that will happen.....
I can see it now freaks with weird hair and pericings and tattoos. Drugs and pills screaming and yelling and..Problems..Just plain Problems..I have enough problems of my own. I don’t need to hear there’s...
Anima jerks pasulong from her dream, she was still riding in a dark colorless car that was taking her to “No where’s view” population 666 crazy 35 loner’s. Just the place she needed to be...
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WoodLine:
Why is my room so boring? Everything in this place is white and blank, like that’s going to help anyone.
My room at tahanan was amazing and 100 % me. I lived in New York and are apartment was all brick and modern. On the walls they were graffiti and had my art work all over them some black and white some colorful but they were 100 % me. But here it’s all white. And it’s driving me even madami insane. I just want to throw some color on the pader and draw something but no I can’t.
Then Iceis mind jerks to the night when she was forced to come here the night that changed everything...
Her hands were shaking and her skin felt cold. She stomach twisted to the thought of Pills and drugs they thing she wanted most. She wanted them to take away the pain and the hurt, and this was the night she would finish what she started. There was a bottle of ~~~~ right susunod to her waiting calling her name all she had to do is reach out and take it. Her shakily reach up from where she laded on the bathroom floor for the bottle but missed as if fell.
The bottle feel into the toilet. Her parents at the time didn’t know what she was doing to her self they thought she was still her happy old self. When the bottle fell into the toilet she let out a scream and tears ran down her face.
After that her parents never looked at her the same again..They looked at her as a broken toy that would soon be abandon and she was. They sent her to this place to get help but it’s only making her worst.
Tears ran down her face as she kept on staring up at the ceiling oh how she craved a shot of ~~~~~ at that moment. They was a knock on her door and she wiped the tears away and stood up and went to the door.
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Heart:
There she was. This chic was going to be my roommate..For a whole fucking year..My life couldn’t get worse..
Her hair was the same color as her skin and her eyes were light blue. She’s 100 % fake. Her voice was high pitched and annoying as Hell.
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Windline:
Who did she think she is giving me that look of judgement. I mean look at her with perciings and mga tattoo and fake red hair I could tell at that moment she was a bitch.
“Umm hello?” I asked,
“Umm yeah it looks like I’m living here?” Her voice was mean and sharp against my ears. Yep I was right she was a bitch.
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Heart:
I moved pasted her trying not to touch her and get her fakeness on me. The room was white as can be like her hair and skin, it fit her well. I look back at her because I could feel her staring at me.
“What?!” I hated when people did that,
“Nothing jeez!” She turned away and landed on her kama which was also white.
I couldn’t believe I’d be staying here because of something I didn’t do and with these people. My life had been so good and amazing, I had a boyfriend mga kaibigan was in a band had good grades lived with my Grandmother. I had it great but then Jon EverHeart died and I was blamed. But I wouldn’t tell the freaks here that I don’t want to scare them do I? I’ll kept it to myself until I get out of here.
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Fever:
Anima looked up at the big bright blue building. Is this what a happy place and tahanan is meant to look like? If it was it was nothing like her home, her tahanan was dull and plane and dark. No one was ever tahanan at her house besides her and her house always seemed ten times bigger when she was alone. The building was big and blue with white shudders and trim the damo was perfectly cut and the bulaklak were to pretty to be real. Anima looked at the sign that hanged in the front it sinabi on it “Fixing Problems School For Girls.” The name it self made her mind unsteady. The car pulled up to the front of the building and someone opened up the door.
Anima stepped out of the car to the place she’d be stay for who knows how long she took it all in the fake happiness and everything when someone brought her back to reality.
“Umm Miss Fever right?” Her voice made me want to die right then. It was high pitched and to happy, so happy is seemed fake like everything else. Anima turned to meet eyes with the women, she saw a women with light brown hair and blue eyes and soft skin. She had a perfect figure something Anima prayed for she was tall but not to tall and just plain pretty. Anima couldn’t help but be jealous.
“Yes that’s me.” Anima’s voice sound worn and harsh against her happy perky voice as she stared coldly at her beauty.
“Hi I’m Miss Meg I’m going to be your “Step mother” for your stay here.” She smiled at Anima.
“My what?” Step mother was to far to soon for anima at the moment all she want was a kama to sleep on and a kutsilyo in her hands.
“Step Mother is just a something we use here in other words I’m your care taker along with some other girls who will be your step sisters. We can talk madami about this tomorrow I can see your tired.” She reached out to grab Anima’s bag but Anima snatched it away before she could touch it. Miss Meg’s smile slowly disappeared. “Follow me.” She lead Anima inside.
The inside was just like the outside to happy to be true but Anima was to tried to care about how the place looked she was to tried to even think straight. She followed Meg up some stairs and down a hallway to a dark room she couldn’t see well but some how made it to a empty kama in the room and just fell on to it. She let her mind wonder asking tanong until she ran out with tanong and soon fall asleep. That would be the first night she’d ever gone to kama with out cutting first...
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Fever:
My parents heard about my sadness from that paper at school...The one where no one was meant to read and sinabi they wouldn’t.They weren’t even trying to be supportive of me and help me, they called me a waste of puwang and someone would look to be in my shoes instead of on the kalye and alive. I couldn’t blame them...It was unfair to other people who had it worst then I did. But still I am there daughter and they should pag-ibig me and try to help me no matter what I’m going through..That’s all I asked out of them..
But when I look myself in the mirror all I see is a girl with brown poop color hair and green blue eyes and pale skin. My face is to round and my checks are big, I have no figure what so ever and I’m tall and skinny with big feet. I see someone who’s ugly and will never be loved and never has. I’m literally INVISIBLE to the world around me..My name Anima even means invisible. I still feel like I’m better off dead then living this life.
So my parents decided to send me to this “Special School” for trouble teens. I’ve heard there’s a lot of weirdo’s there and once again I won’t belong or bend in. I’ll be lucky if someone even talks to me or even give me a segundo look. There sending me away to get out of there hair and hoping “Get Help?”. The only help I need is from them I just want them to pag-ibig me and see me as there beautiful daughter..But I don’t think that will happen.....
I can see it now freaks with weird hair and pericings and tattoos. Drugs and pills screaming and yelling and..Problems..Just plain Problems..I have enough problems of my own. I don’t need to hear there’s...
Anima jerks pasulong from her dream, she was still riding in a dark colorless car that was taking her to “No where’s view” population 666 crazy 35 loner’s. Just the place she needed to be...
~~~~~~~~~~
WoodLine:
Why is my room so boring? Everything in this place is white and blank, like that’s going to help anyone.
My room at tahanan was amazing and 100 % me. I lived in New York and are apartment was all brick and modern. On the walls they were graffiti and had my art work all over them some black and white some colorful but they were 100 % me. But here it’s all white. And it’s driving me even madami insane. I just want to throw some color on the pader and draw something but no I can’t.
Then Iceis mind jerks to the night when she was forced to come here the night that changed everything...
Her hands were shaking and her skin felt cold. She stomach twisted to the thought of Pills and drugs they thing she wanted most. She wanted them to take away the pain and the hurt, and this was the night she would finish what she started. There was a bottle of ~~~~ right susunod to her waiting calling her name all she had to do is reach out and take it. Her shakily reach up from where she laded on the bathroom floor for the bottle but missed as if fell.
The bottle feel into the toilet. Her parents at the time didn’t know what she was doing to her self they thought she was still her happy old self. When the bottle fell into the toilet she let out a scream and tears ran down her face.
After that her parents never looked at her the same again..They looked at her as a broken toy that would soon be abandon and she was. They sent her to this place to get help but it’s only making her worst.
Tears ran down her face as she kept on staring up at the ceiling oh how she craved a shot of ~~~~~ at that moment. They was a knock on her door and she wiped the tears away and stood up and went to the door.
~~~~~~~
Heart:
There she was. This chic was going to be my roommate..For a whole fucking year..My life couldn’t get worse..
Her hair was the same color as her skin and her eyes were light blue. She’s 100 % fake. Her voice was high pitched and annoying as Hell.
~~~~~~
Windline:
Who did she think she is giving me that look of judgement. I mean look at her with perciings and mga tattoo and fake red hair I could tell at that moment she was a bitch.
“Umm hello?” I asked,
“Umm yeah it looks like I’m living here?” Her voice was mean and sharp against my ears. Yep I was right she was a bitch.
~~~~~~
Heart:
I moved pasted her trying not to touch her and get her fakeness on me. The room was white as can be like her hair and skin, it fit her well. I look back at her because I could feel her staring at me.
“What?!” I hated when people did that,
“Nothing jeez!” She turned away and landed on her kama which was also white.
I couldn’t believe I’d be staying here because of something I didn’t do and with these people. My life had been so good and amazing, I had a boyfriend mga kaibigan was in a band had good grades lived with my Grandmother. I had it great but then Jon EverHeart died and I was blamed. But I wouldn’t tell the freaks here that I don’t want to scare them do I? I’ll kept it to myself until I get out of here.
~~~~~~
Fever:
Anima looked up at the big bright blue building. Is this what a happy place and tahanan is meant to look like? If it was it was nothing like her home, her tahanan was dull and plane and dark. No one was ever tahanan at her house besides her and her house always seemed ten times bigger when she was alone. The building was big and blue with white shudders and trim the damo was perfectly cut and the bulaklak were to pretty to be real. Anima looked at the sign that hanged in the front it sinabi on it “Fixing Problems School For Girls.” The name it self made her mind unsteady. The car pulled up to the front of the building and someone opened up the door.
Anima stepped out of the car to the place she’d be stay for who knows how long she took it all in the fake happiness and everything when someone brought her back to reality.
“Umm Miss Fever right?” Her voice made me want to die right then. It was high pitched and to happy, so happy is seemed fake like everything else. Anima turned to meet eyes with the women, she saw a women with light brown hair and blue eyes and soft skin. She had a perfect figure something Anima prayed for she was tall but not to tall and just plain pretty. Anima couldn’t help but be jealous.
“Yes that’s me.” Anima’s voice sound worn and harsh against her happy perky voice as she stared coldly at her beauty.
“Hi I’m Miss Meg I’m going to be your “Step mother” for your stay here.” She smiled at Anima.
“My what?” Step mother was to far to soon for anima at the moment all she want was a kama to sleep on and a kutsilyo in her hands.
“Step Mother is just a something we use here in other words I’m your care taker along with some other girls who will be your step sisters. We can talk madami about this tomorrow I can see your tired.” She reached out to grab Anima’s bag but Anima snatched it away before she could touch it. Miss Meg’s smile slowly disappeared. “Follow me.” She lead Anima inside.
The inside was just like the outside to happy to be true but Anima was to tried to care about how the place looked she was to tried to even think straight. She followed Meg up some stairs and down a hallway to a dark room she couldn’t see well but some how made it to a empty kama in the room and just fell on to it. She let her mind wonder asking tanong until she ran out with tanong and soon fall asleep. That would be the first night she’d ever gone to kama with out cutting first...
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Name: Izzy Rae Frostinialiga (Frost)
Age: 15
Parents: unknown ( searching for them)
Description: shocking, amazing blue eyes, pale milky white skin and long flowing silvery hair
clothes: a strapless blue tank tuktok ipinapakita belly and really short jeans, blue heels
siblings: none that she knows of
Friends: The fairy gang and two girls that she later finds out are her. Cousins, Sasha and Dana
Place shee grew up: Alfea
Izzy squeled as Farogonda lifted her arms to exagerate the boom of the ulap in her story, "and then Izzy, the Winx gang took down Stormy and Darcey in a huge orb, witht the help of me and griffen, so you see that's how we beat the army of Decay!" Izzy smiled and curled up in bed, 6 years old and she was soooo interested in the ways of the witches, so exited for her freshmen taon in 11 years that her fingers tingled and for one moment it was perfect.
Then that moment ended
Age: 15
Parents: unknown ( searching for them)
Description: shocking, amazing blue eyes, pale milky white skin and long flowing silvery hair
clothes: a strapless blue tank tuktok ipinapakita belly and really short jeans, blue heels
siblings: none that she knows of
Friends: The fairy gang and two girls that she later finds out are her. Cousins, Sasha and Dana
Place shee grew up: Alfea
Izzy squeled as Farogonda lifted her arms to exagerate the boom of the ulap in her story, "and then Izzy, the Winx gang took down Stormy and Darcey in a huge orb, witht the help of me and griffen, so you see that's how we beat the army of Decay!" Izzy smiled and curled up in bed, 6 years old and she was soooo interested in the ways of the witches, so exited for her freshmen taon in 11 years that her fingers tingled and for one moment it was perfect.
Then that moment ended
The life I am living
seems so unreal,
feels like an
endless scary toil,
as I fight
my deep-rooted fears,
unable to hold back
my tears
I pray that
my mind adheres
and my puso also hears
my pleas...
I fear
that my soul
is being hoodwinked
sa pamamagitan ng my mind
…my mean mind
that is so unkind
It simply delights
in the agony
Though I don’t think
it’s so funny
making me dance
to its tunes
as if I was a bunny...
My dream seems now
like a nightmare
As I feel intense
but bare
Never knew
I had to prepare
…to stare
at dark, starless
nights
missing those
lovely fights
we had…at midnights
those highlights
of our love...
seems so unreal,
feels like an
endless scary toil,
as I fight
my deep-rooted fears,
unable to hold back
my tears
I pray that
my mind adheres
and my puso also hears
my pleas...
I fear
that my soul
is being hoodwinked
sa pamamagitan ng my mind
…my mean mind
that is so unkind
It simply delights
in the agony
Though I don’t think
it’s so funny
making me dance
to its tunes
as if I was a bunny...
My dream seems now
like a nightmare
As I feel intense
but bare
Never knew
I had to prepare
…to stare
at dark, starless
nights
missing those
lovely fights
we had…at midnights
those highlights
of our love...
It was a little thing
Such a little thing
And it begged me not to tell
So I took it sa pamamagitan ng the hand
And it led me to hell
With pili eyes
Such startled eyes
It sinabi it wouldn't hurt
So I sandalled down the desperate stairs
Slipping on ancient dirt
With coos and yelps
And triumphant smile
It posted me a letter
And here I am as sick as the dead
With no hope of getting better
It was a little thing
Such a little thing
And it begged me not to tell
So I took it sa pamamagitan ng the hand
And it led me to hell...
I don't claim this poem as my own, but I will put up some of my poems I wrote l8er
Such a little thing
And it begged me not to tell
So I took it sa pamamagitan ng the hand
And it led me to hell
With pili eyes
Such startled eyes
It sinabi it wouldn't hurt
So I sandalled down the desperate stairs
Slipping on ancient dirt
With coos and yelps
And triumphant smile
It posted me a letter
And here I am as sick as the dead
With no hope of getting better
It was a little thing
Such a little thing
And it begged me not to tell
So I took it sa pamamagitan ng the hand
And it led me to hell...
I don't claim this poem as my own, but I will put up some of my poems I wrote l8er