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French Révolution: Poetry

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(Henry Singleton) Storming of the Bastille

Carpe diem!  Today, we strike!

Cheers fill the streets so violently

as a smile fills my bloodstained face.

Revolution!

Waving the flag around

rush through the air as we

storm the tower

and reclaim what is ours.

Peace! Finality! Bread!

Storm the tower,

no wound too strong,

keep fighting!

Fight!

Fight for your freedom,

friends!

Dying around me,

bodies fill the streets and blood rushes through the

gutters.

Imagine!

Freed from poverty and famine!

Storm the Bastille,

and start to rid us of that bane that is

the royalty!

Abolish

those three estates!

And let the blood that flows in the gutter

be no longer of the sans-culottes,

but of those who have wronged and

controlled us for too long!

Liberté!

Égalité!

Fraternité!

Révolution!

Sorry if I offended anyone/got anything historically wrong/etc….  To the best of my knowledge, it’s right. haha

Let me know what you think! ^.^

To lay it out plainly, I wrote this.  Don’t steal it.  <3  Give me credit if you use it…  Et cetera.

À bientôt!

~Mouse c;

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The Birth Of Destruction: 5

Weekend following the Lock-In

Caleb asked for my phone number before we left the school. I gave him my moms number because I didn’t have my own phone, I unlike other teenagers, wasn’t aloud to have one.

We talked a lot that weekend and I learned a lot more about him. He was on probation until a year after he was to graduate high school. Truthfully, now after so many years, the reason why is hazy to me. It might have been because he’d threatened to kill a cop, or another kid (he’d later done both again, including threatening the life of a teacher).

At the end of the weekend, I was getting nervous with anticipation of seeing him on Monday morning. I wondered if he’d act different than he’d done at the Lock-In. He called me Sunday night and that conversation will always stick in my mind.

“Hi, what did you do today?” I answered.

“It was ok,” He replied. “What did you do?”

We made small talk for a while then had a few moments of silence.

“Hey,” He began. “I wanna tell you something but don’t want you to think I’m a dick.”

I laughed and told him it was very hard to make me mad.

“I don’t want to go out with you,” He began. “Seriously, I don’t know how anyone ever could. You’re ugly and not my type at all.”

“So then why did you act like that the other night?” I asked after a minute of my shocked silence.

“Because you seemed so desperate. I bet you’d go out with anyone who’d express interest in you. That’s how ugly girls are. I only acted interested because I wanted to make myself feel better.”

“Wow, good job,” I hung up and refused to answer when he called back. He kept calling so I started to pick up and hang up. Then I gave the phone to my mom and she told him I wasn’t feeling well.

I didn’t cry, but I did feel numb. I knew I wasn’t beautiful, but I’d hoped I wasn’t ugly either. I didn’t wear make up and I hid inside hoodies all the time. But he had no right to try and tear me down the way he did. I decided to ignore him at school from now on, and only be civil enough when needed.

My friends knew we’d gotten together at the Lock-In but none knew how he’d degraded me 2 days later. We just told them we decided to stay friends instead. I never told anyone about that phone conversation.

 

Fifth chapter of a true story by Bree Houseman on figment.com.

 

~Mouse

The Birth Of Destruction: 4

The Lock-In

April 15. This was the date we got together. I remember it well because each year after that, on our anniversary, he made me do some sort of  re-enactment of us getting together.

I met Kaylee that year, and to this day, she remains the sole person I still talk to and trust from high school. She was a freshman and in love with Cam, this guy I’d known since elementary school and would become my step-brother later that year.

There was this thing called a Lock-In that the school wanted to try. We had to stay all night in the schools gym and pool area to raise money for some charity or other. We just saw it as a way to have a giant sleepover with boys. So Kaylee, Jenna, Melanie, Tonya, Natalie, Connor, Caleb, and I all decided to go, along with a bunch of other friends.

I spaced my time equally between everyone throughout that night since Kaylee and Melanie didn’t really get along. I noticed after the first hour or so that Caleb seemed to be following Kaylee and I around, instead of hanging out with Connor and Melanie. So Kaylee and I confronted him and got no response from him other than, “Punch me”.

We just stared at him, I was wondering if he was smoking pot or something. Kaylee asked him why and he didn’t reply. Just walked away. As the night progressed, we heard that he was asking other people to punch him, getting a mix or reactions. One guy did punch him, which got the guy kicked out of the Lock-In.

He came back twice asking us to punch him. The last time we refused, he put up  his hands and grabbed the both of us in our chests. Given, we had small chests, but we both smacked him and he laughed and ran off. Kaylee then went to hang out with a few of her friends I didn’t like so I found Melanie and Connor and sat with them for a while.

Connor asked me if I knew where Caleb was and I asked him if he knew why he was asking people to punch him.

“I don’t know, he must be feeling depressed tonight. He and Natalie had a fight again.”

“So he’s trying to get hurt?” I asked.

“I don’t like him,” Melanie cut in. “He seems like the type to bring a gun to school. I think that’s the only reason people are nice to him. He’s creepy.”

“He’s just had a lot happen to him.” Connor said.

I asked him to explain but he just told me I’d have to learn for myself. At that point, we saw Caleb coming our way. Melanie and Connor started making out which made it awkward for me. Caleb sat right beside me, pinning me between him and the walls where I was sitting in the corner.

I couldn’t tell you what we talked about that night, but at some point he kissed me. I didn’t know what to think. It was one of my firsts, having only kissed my middle school boyfriend on occasion. Caleb asked me to be his girlfriend and I said okay without thinking of it. I was just glad he’d expressed an interest in me.

He followed me around the rest of the night, telling my friends that I was his girlfriend and if they didn’t like it, to get over it. After that I don’t remember much, except the fact that he’d grabbed my behind, resulting in me yelling at him and calling him disrespectful. He’d grabbed my arm and told me never to call him disrespectful again.

That should have been my first clue, but I was glad to finally have an official boyfriend.

At the end of the night when they let us out, he drug me over to meet his dad, Perry. I was nervous and barely muttered a hello to him before spotting my mom and running off.

If I would have known then that this night would be the beginning of a 4 year struggle to break free, I would have found a time machine, and made sure it never happened. But, I was young and stupid and still believed in fairy tales and a knight in shining armor riding on a white horse to save me, the damsel in distress.

God, I was stupid wasn’t I?

4th chapter of a true story by Bree Houseman.

~Mouse

The Birth Of Destruction: 3

Sophomore year

10th grade was the year we were aloud to enroll in the Vo-Tech if we wanted to. I decided not to because they didn’t have a course to offer for what I wanted to do, which at that point was become and English teacher. I struggled with taking a Daycare course or Cosmetology, and turned down both. Plus, if I would have elected that, it would have meant I’d have to give up Choir practice.

Not much changed that year. We still hung out in the same place in the mornings, but we did find a new place to sit at lunch time. Connor and Caleb became more of a permanent part of our group of friends. He and Melanie had broken up over the summer and he and Jenna dated, only for him to break up with her for Melanie once the school year started up again. Monica opted not to sit with us because she claimed seeing Connor all over another girl made her upset. So she instead sat with Ann and Zeke that whole year, and the 2 after that. Natalie and Tonya also sat separate, while Mark and Ryker moved back and fourth between the 2 tables.

I didn’t go to the homecoming that year, as that was when my depression started. My parent had just separated and I didn’t want to be around or talk to anyone much anymore. I got my first job as a Dietary Aide at the nursing home my mom worked at. In October, I quit there to work at McDonald’s with my friends.

Caleb began to take more of an interest in me that year, but at the same time, kept his distance. He didn’t ever want to hang out outside of school, and was often absent from his getting in trouble. But I was glad just to capture his attention.

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Third chapter of a true story by Bree Houseman on figment.com.

 

~Mouse

 

The Birth Of Destruction: 1

First day of Freshman Year

Anyone’s first day back to school is going to be exciting and terrifying. You’ll wonder what friends you’ll meet, what your teachers will be like and who might have changed, for better or worse. You obsess over what you’ll wear and where you’ll sit at lunch.

But honestly, the first day is one of the worst. It’s so drawn out and it’s nothing but teachers syllabus and rules. I always hated it.

But it was high school. The group of friends I had all dreamed of older boyfriends who’d whisk us away from our parents, who all of us hated in one way or another. Especially me. I thought my parents were out to get me, as most teenagers diagnosed with depression will think at that age.  And I guess I also inherited anger issues from my dad, though I’ve never acted on them, I hate confrontations of any kind, always have, always will.

My parents weren’t divorced yet so I got on the bus the same place, at the same time I had been for the past 3 years. It was just going to a different place. My dad and uncle had gone to the same school years before so I was curious to see how many teachers would be asking me if I were related to him. A good bit did, but the rest were young.

So anyways, the bus got there and I found my friends where we promised to meet. This place would end up being our meet up spot until Senior year. As good of friends as we all were, really the only one I talked to over summer break was my best friend, Jenna, and that was only on occasion. I had a very sheltered childhood, the first time someone mentioned Eminem to me in 6th grade, I thought they were talking about the candy. I grew up on Aerosmith, Bon Jovi and country music, nothing else existed. Plus, growing up in bum fuck nowhere probably added to my being sheltered.

Anyways, we caught up a little and headed to our homerooms. My friend Melanie and I were in the same one, as were Jenna and Gabe. We got our schedules and were welcomed to the school and told to have a good first day.

I honestly couldn’t tell  you when I had what classes that year, I just remember two of my favorites, English and Choir practice, and my least favorite, Family Life Science.

At lunch that first day, I sat with a group of middle school friends, and a few upperclassmen I only later knew the names of. There was, me, Jenna, Laura, a girl names Monica they went to elementary school with, and Ann and Zeke were the upperclassmen we met.

Monica in turn, introduced us to a junior named Connor she knew from where she lived, and he  introduced his friends Caleb, Mark and Ryker. I was immediately drawn to Caleb. There was just something about him that shouted out bad boy to me. Not the leather jacket and motorcycle kind of bad boy, more like the been-through-more-than-you-can-ever-dream-of type. But I was shy so I said nothing but Hi.

Right after lunch, Monica and I had Family Life Science together so we headed upstairs. She told me a bit more of herself and we were great friends before we even made it to the classroom. She told me more about Connor and Caleb without my even having to ask. Connor was something of a man whore, he’d slept with more girls that she could even count. Caleb was his troubled friend. He’d been in and out of therapy for years and even spent some time in Philhaven, a mental and behavioral health facility for people with depression, anger, anxiety, etc issues.  He was also on probation for some reason that was unknown to her. I’d learn plenty on my own, but not for another year.

That’s pretty much how it went. We didn’t talk again for another year.

This is the first chapter of a true story, by Bree Houseman, on figment.com.

~Mouse

24

Hello.  ^_^

NaBloPoMo: Day 24

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O. M. G.  There’s only 6 days of NaBloPoMo left!

This is going by fast. :)

I do have something to confess; I still have not watched the Day of The Doctor!  Too unwilling to let go of Matt Smith.

Also, there’s this song and I can’t remember what it is!!!

It goes like this:

“And I’m dying just to know your name,

’cause I need you here with me now,

Cause you’ve got that, one, thing!

So get out, get out,

Get out of my head,

And fall into my arms instead!

I don’t, I don’t know what it is…

But I need that one thing”

It’s been driving me crazy.

Anybody know what it’s called?  Anybody?

<3

;)~Mouse

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