Kawaii-Writers-Club

Jamie                                                                                 1 The sky was blue and cherry blossoms fell from the large trees on the sides of the roads. A lovely day in April, the perfect day to start school. I couldn’t wait to walk through those halls and feel all the eyes staring at me. All sarcasm intended. I had woken up that morning feeling miserable, anticipating my first day. I rose from my bed and stood in front of the mirror, staring at my thin frame. I had worked hard to stay this small. Over the summer for one point I had to stay in the hospital with a butterfly needle in my arm, but it was worth it

It was eight years ago, but I still remembered it like it was yesterday. Dakota was in the sandbox, sitting alone in the corner by the two poison berry bushes all the kids made up stories about. She was the only one there, everyone else was afraid, but Dakota, she was a risk taker. That was what I liked about her. Behind her cute pink clothes and porcelain doll face was a scamp. She was one of those little girls who insisted her hair was done right or her clothes stayed clean. She was prissy like that, but still liked to play and have fun. Even if she rolled down the hill by the blacktop all recess, she would get up with her brown hair perfec

Carson 5: And this is How You Become a Father Dakota wasn’t talking to me at all. I wondered what I had done to make her suddenly start avoiding me again. As I passed her in the hall she would take detours through the lockers or the back staircase, talk to the next most interesting snob friend she had within her reach or pretend she was in some serious or heated conversation on her phone and act like she didn’t see me. I had run into Travis a few times that week. He and Dakota told each other almost everything. He was practically her diary. But he happened to be just as clueless as me. Even Claire had no idea what was going o

                                                     First Heart Break It was already dark outside and I was unusually drowsy. The sky was surprisingly smoky as if there was a factory somewhere down the empty country road. Down the driveway I could see an about 5 foot tall white figure making it’s was up to the patio. Was that a Polar bear, a baby polar bear? Was Ontario even high enough up north to spot a polar bear? As the figure made its way close to the door, I could finally pick up who it was. Dakota Holly. My girlfriend, one of the happiest girls I knew. She was slouching and had a glum, down look on her face. Dakota stepped ont

                           Dakota                                                    4: And this is How We Disagree “Kota-Kota!” Travis sang, walking into my room. He pulled me into his arms and swung me around in front of my bedroom mirror. I laughed, “Travis stop!” I shouted as he sat me down on the bed and seated himself beside me. “Are you driving me to school today?” “Sure bro. Need me to stop by at Antonio’s an hour early so you two can screw?” He asked mischievously. I elbowed Travis in the side, “You’re disgusting. I dumped him before we got to Carson’s the n

Carson                                                       3: And this is how We Converse Travis had already given me his speech about how what he was doing wasn’t that bad, and how he never actually slept with my sister, and they were just playing around. Somehow I couldn’t bring myself to be happy even though I could tell he wasn’t lying. I didn’t want my sister getting in trouble with him. Travis was super lazy and I knew if they ended up getting pregnant, he probably wouldn’t stick around to help her. I knew that sounded sort of hypocritical coming from me, but I was going to help Dakota. I had to help D

                   Dakota                                                2: And that is why I Kept the Secret Carson wasn’t actually a mess like everyone said he was. Actually he was looking better than back when we dated, so cute, so happy, surprisingly enough. He had a smile on his face today, unlike the few days when I managed to get a glimpse of it in the halls, or his last picture in the year book. I thought I was making him jealous with Antonio and various other guys. Turns out everyone’s crap about him was really just high school idiocy. “Welp,” Claire yawned, flailing her arms in the air, a clear, corny

09/30/11 Dear Diary, My thoughts on being the “ugly one.” You might think you're ugly, but you're not. You're probably looking for attention, or frustrated about how 2 strands of your hair insist on flowing the opposite way you push them. You've probably got this winning, Time Magazine publishable personality and an intellect like some of the greatest scholars of all time. Your pictures on some random social network probably get 20+ likes. Let's get real, you're not ugly. Not like me. I look worse than Frankenstein. You know how the princess kisses the frog to make him into some fantastic, Abercrombie model prince? Some guy wh

                   Carson                                                1: And this is why My Life is a Mess I placed a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table in the middle of the living room as my twin sister Claire came barreling down the stairs. As she reached the bottom she turned to the living room and eyed the table. “Carson, what the hell. You’re moving so slow.” She said, crossing her arms and headed into the kitchen. “What does it matter?” I asked, “Everyone will raid the house and make it crap for me to clean later anyway.” I stated falling back onto the couch behind me and closing my eye