Blue_Jewels , 24

Chapter One

Rose Wilson sat reading a book in her living room. She was curled up under a blanket, warm and content. It was almost three in the morning and her younger brothers were asleep in their beds. She couldn’t sleep. This happened often. She didn’t have to work the next morning so she wasn’t worrying about sleeping through the day but she mostly worried about falling asleep in the next couple of hours. She had to wake up Ryan and Mark so they could get ready for school.

When Rose’s parents were murdered by a faceless coward, her oldest brother Darien decided to take over custodial rights of his younger siblings. Darien was a month away from twenty at the time. He worked at a shoe store in the mall and had an Associated Degree in Human Resource when their parents died. Rose was almost seventeen and working at a clothing store to save up for college. Their next youngest brother was Ryan at age sixteen and last was Mark at fourteen. The death of their parents had been difficult for the children. Rose and Darien both worked hard to take care of their younger siblings, not trying to replace their mother and father but trying to act as parental figures. The younger children had to deal with growing up without real parents to help then through the rough and difficult times of growing up and learning to live.

After a year of Darien having custodial rights of his younger siblings, he went to war to fight for his country, leaving Rose in charge of her younger brothers. They were all worried about the future; no one knew what would happen to Darien and knew one knew what the future held for them but Rose thought that Darien would come back. She worked very hard to make sure that her brothers would be okay and grow up right despite all the rough and difficult times.

Rose, Ryan, and mark wrote to Darien daily and he did the same while he was away but after a year the letters stopped coming from Darien. Everyone was worried but Rose didn’t think everything was terribly wrong because she didn’t feel like something was wrong in her heart. But soon her gut feeling was changed suddenly when Darien was listen MIA for missing in action. After another year no one heard from anything from Darien so he was pronounced dead. The news devastated the three young kids. After losing their parents to the streets, they lost their brother to some silly war.

Rose flipped a page on her book and glanced up at the pictures on the mantel. A photo of their family together taken just a few days before her parents died and a picture of Darien standing in uniform in front of the American flag decorated it, along with a few other photos and memories. A year had passed since Darien was pronounced dead and it had been almost four years since their parents died and the three kids were doing quite well considering the circumstances. They all went to counseling sessions and rap groups and it helped them a lot. Sure they hurt and they would always miss their loved ones, but life went on and they had to take care of each other. Rose was now twenty-one, Ryan was nineteen, and Mark was seventeen, having just one more year left until he graduated high school. They were making it.

The weather outside was terrible. Even if Rose had tried to sleep the thunder and lightening would had kept her up. It was coming down hard outside, so hard the street already started to flood. That’s why she was surprised when she heard a car door slam outside. Who could be driving in this weather at this hour of the night? It was hard enough to drive in the pouring rain, but in the middle of the night made it even harder. She waited a few minutes and thought she had dreamed everything, that she had really fallen asleep and it was a brand new day. A light rapping at the door changed her mind.

It startled Rose. She jumped off the couch and headed to the door, suddenly worried. No one knocked at the door. She kept it open in case a friend needed to come in during the middle of the night and everyone around here knew that. Who could be here in the middle of the night with the weather so terrible? Who knocked on the door? The person knocked lightly again but Rose was standing by the door. She wondered if she should open it. She did.

Right when she opened the door a flash of lightening and a loud clap of thunder boomed in the dark night sky. The person at the door was a tall man who wore a pair of old, faded jeans and a t-shirt that was dripping wet. Cold wind blew in the house and sent a chill up Rose’s spine. The man’s teeth chattered as the night was very cold. Water dripped down his face and cheeks but Rose was sure there were tears as well. Suddenly a smile came to Rose’s face as she squealed and threw her arms around the young mans wait, then suddenly started to cry tears of joy, as did he. Rose was getting soaked.

The young man who showed up on the rainy front step was none other than Darien Wilson.


Chapter Two

When Rose screamed, it woke up Ryan and Mark. They both met each other in the hallway and listened for a few minutes. They heard her crying so they both walked out slowly to see what was going on. They both knew that Rose didn’t sleep much, but she was always quiet and would never scream like that. Something was wrong. They both headed out to the living room.

Rose was still crying. Her red hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail and she was wearing a pair of jeans and a baggy long sleeved shirt. She had her arms wrapped around a young man who was tall and thin. The young man wore worn jeans and a white t-shirt and he was soaked to the bone, crying along with Rose. Ryan stepped toward her and put his hand on her shoulder. She turned around and both boys saw that she had a smile on her face. She was crying tears of joy.

Mark couldn’t believe what he saw when he got a good look at the man Rose was hugging. He rubbed his eyes and blinked a couple of times, even pinching himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. He felt like he was in a trance, he felt like he was floating somewhere. He had to be dead because he knew he would never see what he saw until he got to heaven. Rose and Mark must be dead, too.

Darien walked toward his younger brothers, wiping away the tears from the cheek. Ryan must have read his mind because he stepped toward his brother and threw his arms around his older brother. Mark was there in a second, followed by Rose. They were a family once again.

“Is it really you?” Rose asked through her tears. She had to ask the question. This could all be a cruel joke. Darien laughed through his tears and hugged his family tighter.

“It’s me. I’ve missed you all so much,” he replied. It was strange hearing his voice. It had been so long since they last heard his voice, so long since they last saw his handwriting. So long since they last saw his face, his smile, him.

“We thought you were dead, Darien. They told us you were dead,” Rose still cried. “I never thought I’d see you again! We all though we’d never see you again!” No matter how hard Rose tried she couldn’t stop crying the tears of joy. The foursome went over to the couch and all sat down, Rose still clinging on to Darien. She wiped the tears from her cheeks. When she was able to think straight she remembered Darien had been out in the frigid, rainy weather. “Gosh, Darien, you’re so cold.” Rose stood up and went to get a afghan that their grandmother had crocheted years ago and wrapped it around her oldest brother.

“Where’ve you been all this time, Darien?” Ryan asked, the first words he had spoken since he woke up. He wiped the moisture from his eyes as Rose went to put on some hot coffee.

“I was in Asia, you know Harbin, for the first year but then I was held hostage when my convoy was attacked by rocket grenades. They took me and twelve others down to India. We were moved around a lot, I don’t know everywhere we went. Six months ago a British soldier found where they kept us, we were close Yemen. All the guys I was with were killed except for me and two others. I don’t remember the rest because they had me in the hospital for about three months.

Chapter One

Rose Wilson sat reading a book in her living room. She was curled up under a blanket, warm and content. It was almost three in the morning and her younger brothers were asleep in their beds. She couldn’t sleep. This happened often. She didn’t have to work the next morning so she wasn’t worrying about sleeping through the day but she mostly worried about falling asleep in the next couple of hours. She had to wake up Ryan and Mark so they could get ready for school.

When Rose’s parents were murdered by a faceless coward, her oldest brother Darien decided to take over custodial rights of his younger siblings. Darien was a month away from twenty at the time. He worked at a shoe store in the mall and had an Associated Degree in Human Resource when their parents died. Rose was almost seventeen and working at a clothing store to save up for college. Their next youngest brother was Ryan at age sixteen and last was Mark at fourteen. The death of their parents had been difficult for the children. Rose and Darien both worked hard to take care of their younger siblings, not trying to replace their mother and father but trying to act as parental figures. The younger children had to deal with growing up without real parents to help then through the rough and difficult times of growing up and learning to live.

After a year of Darien having custodial rights of his younger siblings, he went to war to fight for his country, leaving Rose in charge of her younger brothers. They were all worried about the future; no one knew what would happen to Darien and knew one knew what the future held for them but Rose thought that Darien would come back. She worked very hard to make sure that her brothers would be okay and grow up right despite all the rough and difficult times.

Rose, Ryan, and mark wrote to Darien daily and he did the same while he was away but after a year the letters stopped coming from Darien. Everyone was worried but Rose didn’t think everything was terribly wrong because she didn’t feel like something was wrong in her heart. But soon her gut feeling was changed suddenly when Darien was listen MIA for missing in action. After another year no one heard from anything from Darien so he was pronounced dead. The news devastated the three young kids. After losing their parents to the streets, they lost their brother to some silly war.

Rose flipped a page on her book and glanced up at the pictures on the mantel. A photo of their family together taken just a few days before her parents died and a picture of Darien standing in uniform in front of the American flag decorated it, along with a few other photos and memories. A year had passed since Darien was pronounced dead and it had been almost four years since their parents died and the three kids were doing quite well considering the circumstances. They all went to counseling sessions and rap groups and it helped them a lot. Sure they hurt and they would always miss their loved ones, but life went on and they had to take care of each other. Rose was now twenty-one, Ryan was nineteen, and Mark was seventeen, having just one more year left until he graduated high school. They were making it.

The weather outside was terrible. Even if Rose had tried to sleep the thunder and lightening would had kept her up. It was coming down hard outside, so hard the street already started to flood. That’s why she was surprised when she heard a car door slam outside. Who could be driving in this weather at this hour of the night? It was hard enough to drive in the pouring rain, but in the middle of the night made it even harder. She waited a few minutes and thought she had dreamed everything, that she had really fallen asleep and it was a brand new day. A light rapping at the door changed her mind.

It startled Rose. She jumped off the couch and headed to the door, suddenly worried. No one knocked at the door. She kept it open in case a friend needed to come in during the middle of the night and everyone around here knew that. Who could be here in the middle of the night with the weather so terrible? Who knocked on the door? The person knocked lightly again but Rose was standing by the door. She wondered if she should open it. She did.

Right when she opened the door a flash of lightening and a loud clap of thunder boomed in the dark night sky. The person at the door was a tall man who wore a pair of old, faded jeans and a t-shirt that was dripping wet. Cold wind blew in the house and sent a chill up Rose’s spine. The man’s teeth chattered as the night was very cold. Water dripped down his face and cheeks but Rose was sure there were tears as well. Suddenly a smile came to Rose’s face as she squealed and threw her arms around the young mans wait, then suddenly started to cry tears of joy, as did he. Rose was getting soaked.

The young man who showed up on the rainy front step was none other than Darien Wilson.


Chapter Two

When Rose screamed, it woke up Ryan and Mark. They both met each other in the hallway and listened for a few minutes. They heard her crying so they both walked out slowly to see what was going on. They both knew that Rose didn’t sleep much, but she was always quiet and would never scream like that. Something was wrong. They both headed out to the living room.

Rose was still crying. Her red hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail and she was wearing a pair of jeans and a baggy long sleeved shirt. She had her arms wrapped around a young man who was tall and thin. The young man wore worn jeans and a white t-shirt and he was soaked to the bone, crying along with Rose. Ryan stepped toward her and put his hand on her shoulder. She turned around and both boys saw that she had a smile on her face. She was crying tears of joy.

Mark couldn’t believe what he saw when he got a good look at the man Rose was hugging. He rubbed his eyes and blinked a couple of times, even pinching himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. He felt like he was in a trance, he felt like he was floating somewhere. He had to be dead because he knew he would never see what he saw until he got to heaven. Rose and Mark must be dead, too.

Darien walked toward his younger brothers, wiping away the tears from the cheek. Ryan must have read his mind because he stepped toward his brother and threw his arms around his older brother. Mark was there in a second, followed by Rose. They were a family once again.

“Is it really you?” Rose asked through her tears. She had to ask the question. This could all be a cruel joke. Darien laughed through his tears and hugged his family tighter.

“It’s me. I’ve missed you all so much,” he replied. It was strange hearing his voice.

Hi readers (mostly Keely, Sarah Bella, Josey, Ary, Danz...meet them all at the V1 and Only boards...and if you don't know what I'm saying then you're screwed.. It's been a long time since I've last made a journal entry. A lot has happened since May...I've got my first job, volleyball wasn't my summer things, Michael and I started to break away, and things just really started to change. If you would like to read about what is going on, I do have a livejournal which is updated rather often. My screen name on there is x_charisma_x or intoxicating charisma.

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-Julia "Reesa"

Everything is my fault. My fault. My mother was fired from her job because of me, my dad hates me and now it is all coming down on top of me. The water is getting so deep I can’t swim to the top. I want to just end it all, but I always get caught. I always get caught. I hate being compared to other people. I hate everything. Everything is my fault. I feel like that guy from The Patriot: “I have long feared that my sins would return to visit me. And the cost would be more than I can bear.” Well, it’s getting there.

Why am I here?

Ludwig Won Beethoven

Beethoven was born in Bonn, Germany on December 16, 1770. According to some, his mother was a singer, and his father was a “weak-spirited” alcoholic who caused many embarrassing scenes. Beethoven was called a “late bloomer” because he did not start his debut of music until he was eight years old. At the age of twelve, he had some music published.
By 1802, Beethoven noticed that his hearing was deteriorating, but he continued to compose music. By 1812, Beethoven’s hearing was completely gone. Beethoven died in Vienna in over 1827. Many people attended his funeral.

Claude Monet

Claude Monet was born November 14, 1840 in Paris France. Monet grew up in Le Harve and was the son of a merchant. He moved to Paris and the painter Troyon gave him advice. Monet studied in Paris and because friends with Bazille.