It's Me

It seeps in,
from beneath the oven
and around the corner.
It slides next to me,
slipping its belly on the freshly wiped counters.
Completely granite.

Screeches and squeals,
louder and more vibrant.
Stronger...
Sharper...
They pierce my body.
It sticks in the room,
pointy needles, arrows,
all directed at me.

Lights start flashing.
But there's only darkness.
My eyes,
throbbing.
Pounding starts against the walls of my mind.
A whisper behind the banging,
pleads for help.
Get me out.

I open my eyes.
The noise remains.
The lights still flash.
The thumping continues.

The room is empty.
Silence surrounds.
Blank walls cover me.
There isn't movement for miles.

I'm sitting alone.

And She'll Walk Right Back

Through the brush and under bushes,
and deep beyond the marsh,
lay footprints of a little girl.
Feet grow in size,
past the buildings,
and weaving through bus stops.
Starting out like peas...
And growing up like trees.
Her feet begin at a doorstep,
and travel up into the world.
The land has been injected
with tiny little change.

Slowly, and faster,
the wind moves along.
The feet move more swiftly,
and shuffle to and fro.
Walking.
Running.
Sprinting.
Far, far beyond.

The trees change in color,
and leaves begin to depart.
Mothers say goodbye,
and babies start to age.
Snow decides to fall,
then dry up over again.
Patterns have been formed,
as her feet walk on by.

Watching with everything,
seeing it all fly away.
Everything comes back.

And the feet return to the doorstep.

Rewind.

Totally...

No one even likes freshman.

Hey, what's up, freshie!

You're totally gonna get pennies thrown at you.

Can't wait to start this year...

Stupid Sister.

If I ever become a professional writer, my sister, without a doubt will be my biggest competitor. This girl is a genius when it comes to writing. Which is pretty funny because in every other aspect, she's pretty stupid! Just kidding. She's actually a rock star in everything she pursues. Did I tell you that my sister placed third in her grade of 100 students in science fair? Yeah, I know. She's obnoxiously brilliant at anything. It's like she's magic or something. Imagine growing up with THAT. The smart, beautiful, curly haired, talented, artistic, scientific, creative, goofy, relatable, social, entertaining, willing, experienced, and loved Sarita. It's impossible to ever outdo her.

Stupid sister.

Basically... I'm Yoda.

So last year, I was an unofficial coach for my brother's baseball team. I helped warm the boys up, played catch with them, and taught them the mechanics of batting. But not this year my friend. No. This year, I am an official registered coach for Minor Division boys baseball. Oh yeah. I'm certified. With an automated email to prove it!

So now, Sam may no longer refer to me as his sister, or even call me Lucy. No. He must call me COACH Lucy. Yeah. I went there. I'm basically Yoda, and he's like my young padawon... or however you spell it. I'm totally going to make him run laps around the house at like six in the morning.

Actually, no I'm not. See apparently, even if you decide to coach your little brother, he doesn't really listen to you. So when I woke him up at six to run some laps, he just pushed me out of his room and told me,"Dude. It's six in the morning on a Saturday. Go to sleep you dork." SO... I suggest to all older sisters planning on coaching their little brothers or sisters, only so they can make them do ridiculous things NOT TO DO IT, because I have learned that they really don't care if you have an official email. You're still just the annoying big sister.

BUT IN ANY CASE- I am totally Yoda... except not green...

Right Daddy...?

The things my father makes me do. This could be a very interesting story. Care to take a listen??

I shouldn't really say that my father makes me do these things. The truth is, I volunteer to do these things. Except sometimes, I don't really know what I'm getting myself into...

I'm a mathematical person. Just like my daddy. So construction and measurements and fixing things is kind of what we do best. My brother Sammy was always the assistant in all of my dad's experiments, until he wasn't there one day. Sam was out at a friend's house and my dad needed some help on the Jeep, (a project he'd been working on for years. No worries. He finally fixed it!) and I was the only person in the house who was done with all my work for the day. So I went outside, and chatted with my daddy, handed him tools, grabbed things that only my small hands could reach... We had a pretty nice time.

Since then, we've been doing more and more projects together. I built a 'vine holder' with him this summer. Basically, it's a bunch of planks of wood attached from my garage to my house that hold up the vine we have growing on the wall. This upcoming summer, we will install a lighting system and having hanging pots to form a small garden seating area. Should look beautiful! We've also cleaned out his garage, which is no longer the dungeon of despair. You can actually put a car in there! We've made a counter in the office and a cabinet above it to hold supplies. I've helped build a bench/swing, and we finished fixing the car.

I love my Pappi so much. He's the best. No other way to put it. And so now I will start my homework... Because I'm a good child... Also his favorite child... Right Daddy...?

Math

Thank goodness for calculators.