Deep in the Feels

(School project) must read #2

Forget
A beach in Florida so sandy and white. Tourists flood the shoreline trying to catch a few rays left behind by the one before them. The day was hot, the water choppy. People taking vain pictures of themselves and not the amazing landscape, for it would not stay this way. Forgetting their troubles with a drink they also forgetting their sunscreen bottles, snack wrappers, and even shoes. The wind that was frothing the water blew the forgotten litter out into the horizon.
A young turtle venturing far out to sea, so small and fragile. He coughed for the water was bare, "nothing here to eat!" He shouted, as he swam to a place with better breathing and more food. A translucent floating object came into his view. His stomach ached for the taste of a jelly. The turtle poked his beak at it as it began to slide down his gullet. But it got stuck half way! The poor turtle coughed and coughed he could not swallow the plastic bag. He gagged on the fake jelly and it came out of his mouth. Far away he swam.

People over activate
It was a warm summer night, around 8:30. I had just gotten off my little rinky-dink job at a corner mart store. I am 15 so it's a fine starter job. I didn't have a car yet so I mainly rode my bike to and from work, it's about at 15 minute ride (30 minute walk). But my bike had gotten a flat the day before so I was walking. My route home wasn't on a deserted country road but cars didn't usually come this way. There were a few small neighborhoods though.
I had just begun my trek home, but I was far enough that I couldn't see the store anymore. It had rained that afternoon so the roads were damp. I saw another person walking in my direction. I didn't think much of it and paid them no attention, but I did notice their unusual clothes. A neon green hoodie with the hood covering their face, and tight red pants. I had the feeling they looked at me as they passed.
I was 10 minutes from my house when I saw another figure walking towards me from the wet shadows. When they got close enough for me to look at them I was struck by a nervous fit. It was the same guy that had passed me before! I calmed myself bysaying he was just a normal guy who was out for a long walk. After I passed him and he was out of my vision I begun to hear footsteps behind me, not fading away but getting closer. I glanced over my shoulder casually, he was walking behind me.
I took off running in the direction of my house which was now about 5 minutes away. I heard feet slapping behind me. When I got home I tore open the front door and locked it. I grabbed at the cell phone in my bag. I punched in my dad's number, he was on a business trip. It rang...and rang..and rang...voicemail. I looked out the kitchen window at the quiet road in front of my house. My mom came home an hour later, I didn't tell her I ran like a baby from a guy walking down the street.
I was woken at 2:46 in the morning to a squeaky banging noise. I went to my mom's room, she was sleeping. It came from downstairs. I grabbed my old baseball bat from my closet and slowly crept down the wooden steps. I rounded the corner separating the stairs by the front door and the rest of the house. I crouched incase someone was inside, so they couldn't see me. The living room was empty nothing had been stolen. I frightfully looked at the kitchen window above the sink. A man in a bright green jacket with a crowbar prying at the window from the outside! I panicked and fumbled with the old landline on a small table just on the other side of the wall. I heard him pause as if he saw me when I reached for the phone. It was the longest 5 seconds of my life. The 911 tone rang. When the operator finally answered I was a mush of words. "There's a man breaking in, send help! Followed me home, I think!"
I heard the window slide open painful, and slow. Then I heard feet his the linoleum floor, his footsteps were almost silent as it sounded like he was getting closer. I inched my way closer to the stairs and when I was close enough I dove for the third step and hopped up all the way on my hands and balls of my feet. I fell into the doorway of my mom's room. She sat up and looked at me with drowsy eyes and yawned. I put my finger over my lips. We heard a grinding sound coming up the steps, like a knife on sheetrock. The distinct creek of my bedroom door brushing open. He must have realized I wasn't in there because we didn't hear him go in.
A relief came over me when I heard sirens outside. The man's feet stopped and at this point I cracked open the door to get a better look at him, he dove right into my room. (My room faces the backyard) The slide of the window, the slip of his hoodie, slap of his feet. I knew he had gotten away, run right into the woods behind my house. The police bursted through the door, my mom telling them everything. Well, she still didn't know about the part about the crazy guy following me home that night. We walked around to our backyard with flashlights ready to chase after this guy. But he I guess didn't know we had a cement patio. Because he sure wasn't running.

Hell fires
An end so great some would seem to be afraid. But the wishfulness of near death is perfect for others. Fire may seem to burn and turn all into ash, but some places the water falls in such plentiful ways. The screaming of people in the forest. Hot rain falling from beneath them. For sins were committed here, sometimes cleaning can get dirty. They are not the reason for the rains from hell, but we are. It is out of boredom the end of this world comes, it is from the same boredom this has been written. Being spontaneous is not always what you think. The fall of people is a self inflicted harm. Can not be cured by medication, nor therapy. Not only am I speaking a truth that saddens but one that may be a wake up call. The heart may be a mysterious operation, but the brain is much more so.
What would we be like if we all acted on boredom. For the hell fires would rip right through the Earth. Would you say that our salvation, is in belief? Would you say that our salvation, is in action? What if we acted on our beliefs? Deaths of many could be dependant on the stupidity of one. We may all wake up and realize we are insignificant in nearly all peoples lives, would you feel sad if this realization came to you? What would you do if the heat of the ground was pinning you in a tree slowly catching fire? 'The ground is lava' may be a more realistic game than we all thought.
How does one react to the notion of dependency? Warmth and heat are necessities but as one may use and spread like fire does love kill. Think for a moment of a time when you were inclined to do something for someone else and didn't. The thought of a past experience may bring warmth to one, but it is through this warmth fire is created.

Dialogue
A way of speaking, a communication. Today we hear the naysayers shout or speak softly. Would you rather hear the preacher speak loudly, or the mocker speak quietly? This is a world where the negative voices can be heard over ones that give life. In the young people's minds the voices that build are just sounds lost in a sea of these comments. The ones that break down are more prominent, why? Why is it that sad people who keep everyone else tied to reality try to push their beliefs on others. But those with joyous things to think, do not?
This is a burning subject no scientist, nor doctor of any stature could fathom the answer...........................................................................................................

One would
Do not mistake me for the person who sees only sadness in the world in which we live. I am a dreamer. I see opportunities not taken, people unhappy because of their own doings. Yes, I see the problems blaring but let it not be said that I do not see the beauty in the things others do not. One may look at a puppy and want it, wanting to give it a good life. Forgetting about those who need it more than words are able to express. Those who are beaten and those who are starved. One may, look at a dead tree and think 'oh how sad.' I think that it is a beautiful creation on it's own.
My mind is not a dark place, it is place of unrealistic dreams of a silly child. Only because the way I think I may be looked down upon. Who is it to say I am insignificant compared to someone else. No, I am insignificant to them. Not others. The neglect of those with superior minds for the selfish gains of ourselves. For who is the one with a superior thinking? A sour way of seeing is the neglected, must you? Do not assume the damaged as broken, or the cheerful happy.

I Am...
I am me. I am one who does not share your expectations. Do not define me on my style, or my ways. Define me on my work. I am one who does not raise myself to your standards for they are meaningless. Just as you may have no impact in my life, I will have none in yours. I will raise myself above my own standards because I am my own being. Do not pay mind to others images. What is a shape, but to change our opinion of reality.
For the fear of speaking to others tears at the ends of my nerves everyday. Do you know the fear? I can not bring myself to open up, not for fear of getting hurt. A fear that words speak not of.