Clemency (DNF)

iv

I take in a deep breath. One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi, four Mississippi. I let it out. Today's events have left me tired and emotionally sore, but I can't skip out on my daily blog post. I have people waiting on me. Quite literally. One of my followers commented once that she sat by her laptop for hours, waiting for my daily post. I was very surprised.

The page eventually loads and the cursor sits there blinking at me, waiting for me to bleed my heart out. Time to write some poetry. I start typing away, my thoughts and feelings swirling out of my fingers. My mind takes control.

Hey, you guys! Mimi here! I decided to write some poetry today. You know, let all my feelings out and all that biz. But I won't tell you what it's about. You can guess if you want. I'm just here to write it, right? :D
So... here goes, I guess.

'Memories' by Mimi77

The memories.
They're clawing
And scratching
At my mind.

My heart.
It's pushing
And shoving
Them away.

To forget
Is all I'm asking
And begging
For.

Forgiveness.
Is all I've been wanting
And seeking
All this time.

But no.
No way.
Not yet,
At least.

Or maybe,
Never.

Everytime I see
You passing me.
Your glare sends ice.
Am I a vice?

I guess you think so.
No?
Your scowl tell me all, though.

I'm sorry.
Forgive me.
I don't want these memories.

I'm near tears when I finish the poem. I bite my lip and with shaking fingers, slowly letter out my closing line.

And I'm out for now!
-MiMi77

Matt and Jenny sit at the tiny kitchen table, both eating pancakes with butter and syrup, while Mom snacks on a sandwich simultaneously zooming around the kitchen, getting ready for the morning. Her face was filled with worry and stress. My little siblings had less than ten minutes to get outside the apartment building and into the bus, which was probably in the next neighborhood right now. There driver was unbelievably fast.

I absentmindedly shift my bag into a more comfortable position. I'm wearing my favorite striped light pink and navy blue sweater and black skinny jeans with the black Vans I've worn out by wearing almost everywhere. My hair sits in a messy bun a few stray hairs framing my face.

I grab a pancake, fold it in half, and take a giant bite as I hear the faint honking by the impatient bus driver. "Bye!" I mumble through my full mouth and with a tiny wave, rush out the door. Unfortunately, our apartment building has no elevator, but, fortunately, it's only three floors so I hop down the dirty stairs, taking them two at a time.

Just as I step outside the gate, the bus turns the corner.

"Hey! HEY! Wait!" I shout and run to no avail. The bus has already left me. I groan in defeat and sulk back up the stairs to ask Mom for a ride.

This day was already off to a bad start.

:-:-:

A/N:

Heyyy. I'm sorry, I know this is a short chapter... No excuse available. :P

Here's a cake to pay for it though... *hands a whole cake to each reader even though no one is reading this story*

Yeah. No one is reading it... :(

But if you are... please please please leave a comment or vote so I know you are reading it. And if it seems boring... I've got a lot of drama planned so watch out! :3 :3 :3