CreativeWriting

So, I wrote a few short kind of story things in Creative Writing today and I'll put them on here. I don't think they are that wonderful, but I'll put them on here anyway.

On the other side of that door, there was no familiarity. "The first day is always the hardest", my mother told me before I left. I was venturing into some place so new and it was definitely not what I was used to at all. The people could be like animals, staring me down like I'm their next meal. They could be completely close-minded and they'd never WANT to understand. "Come on, it's high school. You're a sophomore." What if nobody even cared or noticed me? Maybe I should try to blend in.

Ok, I stopped that one there, because...well... we had fifteen minutes to write something based on a prompt and I wasn't' really feeling it with this one. So I quickly chose another prompt and wrote a small bit on that. Here it is.

The rumble of the moving truck rang in my ears. My feet were dragging on the ground. I didn't want to leave. The last time I saw him, he was happy and smiling. Now, he was trying to smile, but I could see the tears blurring his eyes. He was one of my best friends. I could tell him anything, except for right now. I was terrified and mentally lost, but I wasn't about to let that show. In the distance, I could hear my parents calling me to go, I could hear my sister's sobbing. But all of that needed to go away. I couldn't leave him here alone like this. I tried to smile as we said goodbye, but the tears couldn't stop. I had to go. I had to leave everything that I ever knew to be home. Abandon every single thing that ever mattered to me for a place I knew nothing about. Leave for a place that didn't know me.

Alright, that one was rather short, and a bit lame. I wish I had been able to incorporate a lot more than just that. I mean that was a big moment for me, but so was saying goodbye to Snowflake and I wish I could've had that in there too. This next one is a bit confusing and I think it's depressing. Here goes.

Max was Brendon's best friend. That is, before Brendon became what he'd call "popular". High-school-popular: Famous, who all the girls want, the one who never misses a party. The one who made Max a nobody. He was the one who ate lunch alone, the one who hasn't had his first kiss, the one who never would.
Brendon was perfect: star football player, good grades, the whole nine yards. When he became popular, Max just kind of slipped out of his life. Brendon didn't even seem to notice.
Max would ask himself constantly if he was worth it, if he had any purpose in his life at all.
Two years passed and as Brendon's life grew better, Max's life continued to spiral down. Nobody noticed though. Max was a good student. Quiet, but he made good grades. Sure he had a few friends, but even then he didn't really have anyone to trust and who could understand him quite like Brendon used to.
Soon enough, the cuts got deeper. When the blood poured out, it seemed like the problems were leaving him. Deeper and deeper they got.
Quickly enough, Max disappeared forever. And didn't Brendon notice? Did he care? Did he ever stop he glorious life to ask whatever happened to that boy who ate lunch alone, that boy who was a nobody? Did he know the last thing that boy felt was loneliness, the last thing he said was "Wait," the last thing he saw was blackness?
Now, that boy's mother cries herself to sleep alone every night, wondering why nobody saw this coming, not even her.

Aaaaaalright, how's that for an ending note? Sometimes my own writing teaches even MYSELF a lesson or two. I hope you can take something from it. Sorry it's so depressing though.... :(

I love you :)

Why did I just say that? Uhhhhhhhmmmmmmm oooooook...... enough said here.