P4+THunt

For as long as I can remember, I have always lived on Labrador. The house on Labrador is ours and we can do what we want with it. At home I can play music as loud as I want and make as much noise as possible, and not have to worry about neighbors. I can play the drums, blow things up, and light the house on fire and all that other great stuff, and never have to worry about a land lord. White and gray on the outside and wooden boarding on the inside. A dark hallway of memories is at the center of the house, sometimes good but always bad, memories you cherish and others you left behind, they all come flooding back the moment you step through the door. The house on Labrador has been the house I have always lived in.
 * The House on** **Labrador**

Everyone in my family has different types of curly hair, except for my dad, he’s bald. He doesn’t need to comb it. My mom’s hair is long but very little. Her hair is the wildest and never stays in place, but is soft as the fur on a kitten. My hair is wild, messy and never combed. My sister Marci, her hair is the curliest in the family, yet it is always neat and looks good. Her hair shines and glistens in the sun.
 * Hair**

Worlds apart and different in every way, boys and girls are from different planets. Put a girl and a boy together, and have them talk about their opinions on a specific topic, and it’s like listening to the static on a television. Neither one understands what the other is saying. My sister and I get along just fine. Since she’s much older then me, we don’t have the same interests in things, so there’s nothing to cause any sort of argument. But outside of home gender divides the world in many ways. Boys are allowed to do this and girls aren’t, girls are supposed to do this and guys aren’t. It’s an everyday occurrence in our society, and it’s not always considered fair. Boys are from mars and girls are from venues.
 * Boys and Girls**

My name in English means twin, and why it means twin I could never say. My parents always hoped to name a son Thomas, and so they did. I can gratefully thank my grandpa for the name, as it was he who they named me after. No one else in my family has my name, well that’s except for me and grandpa. My name in English sounds cold and bitter, yet strangely inviting like a warm fireplace in a cabin on a cold rainy night. My sister’s name is Marcie, but I always call her sis for short. Josephine, the queen of cats. A lady of wisdom, a lady of sorrow. She lives alone, with her feline companions. Companions of fur and claw. The only ones she knows. People talk of her, but no one seems to see through her dark door and windows with dusty drapes. Could she have always been the lonely widow she is now? Is there truth to her story so little known?
 * My Name**
 * Queen of Cats
 * Queen of Cats

When I was in 6th grade, I was wild. I climbed trees, tried to go as high as I could on swings, attempted stupid stunts, and tried to have as much fun as possible.
 * Childhood Story**

One day all that changed. My friend Aaron was over and we were in my backyard. I decided to climb up into our avocado tree. When I reached the top of the tree, I told him to climb up. He lamely replied "I don't want to". I kept persisting and annoying him till he finally agreed to. When he climbed into the tree, he pulled of a branch I always used to help lower my self down. We sat in the tree for awhile talking, and then contemplated how to get back down. I started to make my way down the tree moving from branch to branch. When I neared one of the lowest branches, (note it was also one of the weakest.) I decided to sit for a few minutes. I reached up to grab hold of a branch to lower my self down. A loud crack and the next thing I knew I was on the ground, flat on my stomach and hands twisted underneath. I propped myself up laughing and asked my friend, how do I look? A second later I was screaming. My wrist, my wrist! I got up and ran into the house and sat down in a rocking chair, and started swaying back and forth, back and forth, all the while griping my right arm and screaming. My friend came running shortly after, wide eyed and white. Shortly after I was taken to the emergency room, and had a cast placed on my right wrist. Since that day, I have become much more cautious and often think about what may happen as a result of my actions.

Those who don't know any better tell me I have an easy life. They think I have it all and am living a life of comfort. Deceived by the peaceful atmosphere and calm tranquility that envelops my neighborhood. They are neive. Behind closed doors lies a much more timid atmosphere.
 * Those Who Don't**

Images burned in your mind so long ago. Happenings that occurred many years ago still show up as vivid in your mind as yesterday. The rough rocky road that you have treaded upon for so long has left scars that you can still feel to this day. All the rough times you have been through and never once a complaint has escaped your lips.
 * Unicorns**

Open your eyes. Come back to what you left behind. I need you. You were always there for me. Visits to the moon and unicorns in the daylight. Where have you gone? Hope in my heart hangs from a thread.

I close my eyes and try to hide. I pray it will all change when I wake, but it remains the same.

Get better soon mother, I love you.

The father once so rough and never showed any emotion. Never once had I seen him shed a tear, never once had I seen him show remorse. A crack of thunder and a tear drips off his cheek. Memories press in his mind, I am a failure and he shakes his head. A passing of time, and life flashes before your eyes. A burden of lead he must carry for the rest of his life, a weeping heart he must have. Thoughts of the past torment his mind, a lingering presence of his own time, a tortured mind.
 * A Weeping Heart and a Tortured Mind**


 * Born Bad**

A devil at birth is what I am told. The terror of day and a sleeper of night.

What haunts her I cannot say. A life time flashes by in what seems like a moment, and she’s gone, for how long… no one knows. Far away she has moved and alone she will stay, a place of strangers and a presence unknown. The things that torment her I cannot understand, a haunted time and a sorrow ever last. The walls that confine her cannot be broken down, but as time passes shall fade away.
 * Twisting Time**

A little place in the world, away from the hustle of life. A place where time and life comes to a halt and worries fade away. A place that only I know of, a place where no once can see me. Somewhere to go when times get rough, an escape from reality.
 * House of My Own**