Megan Julia Del Rossi
Home-Schooled
Grade 10
Not all scars show. Not all wounds heal. Sometimes you cant see the pain someone feels.
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Post by Megan Julia Del Rossi on Jul 17, 2009 13:48:39 GMT -8
Walking into the graveyard, Megan was carrying her black bag. Really, Megan just didn't want to be at home right now. And to be honest? Megan was going through a whole lot of changes. She wasn't even acting like her normal self anymore. And normally, maybe it would have scared her, but she seemed relatively okay about everything. Other it was one thing to hook up with JJ, but if anyone (especially Ben) knew that Megan had had sex with Matt, well, she was afraid of what he might say. Not to mention, if she kept hooking up, she'd turn into a little tramp, right?
Megan sat down in the grass right by her mother's grave. It seemed so long since in had happened. Way longer than 7 years. In fact, it all seemed like a terrible dream. She was even beginning to forget things that she'd swore that she would never forget. The way her mother would smell like hamburgers after she came home from work. How her hair smelled after washing it with her favorite shampoo. Megan almost could feel that she was forgetting how her mother had looked. She never told her parents, not even her siblings, but Megan still missed her mother so much.
Opening her black bag, Megan pulled out a bottle of Vodka and her pack of cigarette's Now, this was something Megan would have never been doing. But apparently everyone thought of her as some screwed-up kid anyway. And some people even figured that she would end up just like her father. So maybe they were right. Maybe she was never really normal. Now was she?
Megan lit up a cigarette, and took a puff, inhalling deeply. Then she opened the bottle of Vodka and took a sip.
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Post by emily on Jul 17, 2009 16:12:53 GMT -8
Emily walked over to one of the head stones, with some flowers. Emilly wasn't that far from where Megan was, but didn't notice her. She was kneeling down by the grave to place a boquet of flowers on it. A few years ago she had lost on of her best friends. She wasn't exactly over it, but it was getting easier and easier to move on with her life, as the years went by. It didn't mean it didn't hurt an y less though. She just knew that she couldn't stay in the past. What happened happened, and there was no changing it, however emily knew that she would never forget her. She still made it a point to visit though,even if she was able to move on with her life.
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Megan Julia Del Rossi
Home-Schooled
Grade 10
Not all scars show. Not all wounds heal. Sometimes you cant see the pain someone feels.
Posts: 2,454
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Post by Megan Julia Del Rossi on Jul 17, 2009 16:34:21 GMT -8
Megan heard a noise and got to her feet, slowly. She finished her cigarette and tossed it onto the ground. Taking another sip from her Vodka, Megan walked over. "Sup?" she replied in a bit of a shakey voice. She had so much going on right now.
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Post by emily on Jul 17, 2009 16:45:34 GMT -8
Emily turned when she heard someone speak. She smiled "Hey Megan" she said turning towards her. Emily wasn't really close with her or anything, but they did live in t he same house for a short period of time, so she didn't hate her, or any of t hem for that matter. Then again Emily was a really nice person to most people. She really wasn't mean unless someon ewas too her. "Nothing really" she said answering her earlier question "What about you?" she asked. It was weird seeing Megan drink like t his. The short time t hat they lived in emily's house she had never seen her drink, or smoke for that matter. She didnt' say anything about it though.
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Megan Julia Del Rossi
Home-Schooled
Grade 10
Not all scars show. Not all wounds heal. Sometimes you cant see the pain someone feels.
Posts: 2,454
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Post by Megan Julia Del Rossi on Jul 17, 2009 16:56:03 GMT -8
Normally, Megan wouldn't drink or smoke for that matter. Okay, Megan drank before. Only like one or two times. But everything was just messed up lately. "Just planning on staying out of the house for awhile. I don't like the guy my dad's with." Megan explained, taking another sip of her drink.
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Post by emily on Jul 17, 2009 17:13:15 GMT -8
"Why isn't he nice?" she asked. "Or do you just not like it because you don't like that he ended up making your dad, and marco split up?" she asked. She figured it may be the later, I mean no kid would like their parents being split up, but then it could be the first one as well. "I mean you don't have to tell me why If I don't want too, or feel uncomfortable. We can change the subject if you want" she said a few seconds later, not wating her to feel like she HAD to answer, just because emily asked. Emily would understand if she didn't want to asnwer that
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Megan Julia Del Rossi
Home-Schooled
Grade 10
Not all scars show. Not all wounds heal. Sometimes you cant see the pain someone feels.
Posts: 2,454
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Post by Megan Julia Del Rossi on Jul 17, 2009 17:23:17 GMT -8
"He's a dril sargeant. And he-he ruined my family. God, I hate him. And I hate my dad for having an affair." Megan replied, setting the bottle down on some grave. "You know, my mother's buried here. It's been 7 years, and I still miss her."
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Post by emily on Jul 17, 2009 17:53:11 GMT -8
"Oh..." Emily said. "Yeah well ya neve know maybe it isn't all that serious" she said. "It could just be some phase. I mean honestly i can't see him with anyone else. I mean i know I don't know this guy or anything, but truthfully I can't see your dad with anyone but Marco" Emily said. "Sorry to hear t hat" she said when she mentioned her mother.
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Megan Julia Del Rossi
Home-Schooled
Grade 10
Not all scars show. Not all wounds heal. Sometimes you cant see the pain someone feels.
Posts: 2,454
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Post by Megan Julia Del Rossi on Aug 12, 2009 18:21:49 GMT -8
Megan finished her cigarette and tossed it to the ground. "If you knew, or anyone for that matter, of the things I'd done, everyone would hate me. That's high school though. Just wearing the wrong shoes can make you an outcast."
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