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Ocean Air - Original SongOcean Air
They say you aren't good enough
You cry and realize life is tough
It's hard, finding out your purpose
Waves crashing right onto the shore
Waiting to open up a door
Taking a chance can be so unpredictable
White water rushing into land
With dreams, you gotta faith that you can
Always remember to believe in yourself
Tell yourself you're beautiful in the world somewhere
The water may be rough
but you cannot give up
The ocean air....giving you a salty taste of reality
They say you don't even have a chance
Just keep on going without a glance
The world can be so harsh sometimes
Energy suring through the sea
Can't figure out who you're gonna be
Your future can seem so blurry when you're young
And I remember that time
when I felt so cold
Everyone was fitting in and I was a lone
Just keep your head up, girl and you'll do fine
Things can still turn out good
even in the worst of times
New Story : Chapter TwoChapter Two
"Mom! I'm home!" I yell up the stairs, throwing my backpack onto the stairs. I kick off my cheap-o Old Navy flip flops as my mother appears over the banister.
"Hey sweetie! How was the first day?" she asks, attaching the back on to a dangly earring. Wait why is she so dressed up?!
"It was good I guess. At least Ella's in my homeroom," I reply. Actually, my first day was one of the worst days of my life. I had to watch Ariana and Brooke flaunt around together constantly, and I slipped on a puddle of milk in the cafeteria and fell right on my butt in front of the entire student body. "Why are you so dressed up?"
"Oh, honey, I hope you don't mind, but I'm going out with Adam tonight." Adam Kingley is my mom's new boyfriend. Ever since they have gotten together, Mom has been going out at least three times a week.
"Oh," I say quietly. I walk into the kitchen and pop a Lean Cuisine into the oven. My dog, Sugar, barks and trots between my legs.
New Story : Chapter OneChapter One
"I think you should go with the pink one wait! No! The red one. It brings out your eyes. Or maybe the white one, so you can show off your tan," my best friend, Brooke Smithson, exclaims. She is holding three different shirts up into the light, examining each one of them closely.
"I'm going to go with the white one." I grab the white flowered v-neck from her hand and throw it on the check-out counter. A tall girl with pink hair and a nose ring scans it, chucks it into a plastic bag, and plops it onto the counter.
"That'll be fifteen bucks." She puts her hands on her hips and taps her foot impatiently while I ruffle through my wallet.
"Only fifteen? That's a great deal," my other friend, Peyton Rivers, says from behind me in line. She is balancing four different boxes of shoes in her hands. "And that shirt will look absolutely AH-dorable with that cute denim mini-skirt from Charlotte Russe! Oo! And maybe my new wedges! You need to borrow them sometime!" Whoa, Peyt
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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