• Meetng Michelle


    hmm it's been a whole month since I turned in that assignment, and I sometimes find myself opening up a text document, ready to write out more about my life. Today I'll finally submit to that yearning. What I mostly wanna write about is more about Billy and Michelle back at St. Taresa's.

    The day I met Michelle, she was just six years old. Nothing really specail, Piggy stole her ball, which was one of the very poscesions she had left from her parents, who died in a car crash. She was very thankful, and started to follow me around cuz Piggy was following her around. I found it pretty cute, and I started to feel like her bigger brother. Or her guardian. Someone to protect her.

    Then I remember one day she left, a couple of parents wanted to adopt her. I was surprised it didn't happened sooner, she had nice brown hair that went past down her neck, and lovely blue eyes. She seemed to glow when she smiled, like a sun.

    In a couple of months, she came back. The father was found shot near her new school, and the mother was to overcome with grief to take care of Michelle, so she ended up bringing her back. The day after that, I saw Piggy and a couple of his lackeys forcing her by the tree in the back, making fun of her, about how she was the reason why her parents died, and that she'll never get adopted cuz she was a stupid girl. That pissed me off as soon I as I saw that. I came marching up to them, and his two lackeys backed away before I even got there. Piggy looked scared, but he tried to act tough. His cheeks blushed red, and he started stuttering again.
    "wha-wha-wha do YOU want Ry-Ryan?" I raised up a fist
    "If you don't stop messing with Michelle, I'll make you cry much much WORSE than she's crying" His face turned more red, and he looked like he was about to cry.
    "Wha is she?! yo-your girlfrie-frie-end?" I smiled at this
    "No, she's my little sister. So, PIGGY. Whats it gonna be?" At that point he cried and ran, calling for one of those damn nuns. I offered Michelle a hand, who was still sniffling a bit, but she was still smiling.
    "Is it true Ryan? Am I really your little sister?" I laughed
    "You are now" and she gave me her hand to help her out.

    That tree would later become our usual spot.







    Meeting Billy

    I had a weird dream. I dreamt that I was inside a rocket car, and it kept speeding backwards, in reverse. It went really fast, and I kept getting scared that I was gonna crash, so I kept checking my seat belt. Finally I gave a huge sigh and let the car drive.

    Then I woke up.

    I wonder what it means?

    Well then I now feel like writing about Billy, my great guy. I met him When I was ten, he's just a year younger then me. At lunch we would sit together in the far corner, away from anybody. We didn't talk at first, until Michelle decided to join in. We would just say hi, and that be it. Then one day Piggy started messing with him too. He asked why wouldn't he talk, and when Billy didn't reply he'd get angry and beat him up with his lackeys Jeremiah and Justin. (I just remembered their names last night after the dream). I always ran to stop them, but they always ran off and played innocent with the nuns, and Billy would never tell the nuns what happened, only that he fell out of bed this morning. (The nuns always gave him a skeptical look, and one day I overheard that they thought Billy was doing this to himself cuz of his abusive dad) until one day I caught Jeremiah and made him pay for what he's been doing. Billy thanked me, but he never talked much. Soon though he would grow a garden by the tree and hang out with me and Michelle. He was quiet, but an awesome buddy.



    It's been a week since I wrote about Billy. If someone were to read this, they'd wonder who the hell is Piggy. Well he was my roommate, he's a few years younger then me, which was why he was always scared when I showed up. But whenever I wasn't there he'd act like he owned everybody.

    His actual name is Patrick. He had blond hair that looked like it was plopped on his head, chubby as hell, and had a high squeaky voice. He got mad easily, and when he did, he would turn red all over and start stuttering. He reminded me of Porky the Pig, hence his name Piggy. Every kid called him that when he wasn't listening.

    A annoying thing about him though is the fact that the damn nuns were always on his side, falling prey to his childish facades of innocence, and calling him angel and always bringing him sugary treats, spoiling the hell out of him.

    That was one of the many things that pissed me off about those damn nuns, even though I loved them.


    Well yeah, he was my room mate. He had all these toys scattered all over the room, and whenever I touched one in front of him, he would throw a fit. I had to clean up the room when he wasn't there, but when he saw the toys on his side of the room, he would turn all red and run crying to one of those damn nuns, telling them that I was touching his stuff without his permission, that I broke one of his favorite toys, and other bull. The nuns would know that he'd leave a mess, and asked him to pick up after himself, but they would also lecture me about how Piggy was younger than me, and that I shouldn't touch his stuff, just pick up after myself.

    But all I had were notebooks filled with writing and books. I was a real bookworm, still am today. I just haven't wrote in a while cuz I didn't feel the need to.

    Well anyways Piggy was just your typical stereotype brat. Nothing specail about him.

    I think.