When he had finally overtaken her, it was when he had turned a corner and she was waiting for him near a small building. It was house. And inside were several boys and an old man. Titus realized that this was a school.

I pick up my pencil and stare at the blank page of notebook paper. There is so much to write, but I cannot find the words. A deep blue sky hovers over me, warm breezes tickle my skin, and I glance around from my perch in the old oak tree. For a moment I let the moment just suck me in, pull me apart, and fill me with wonder. Then I turn my notebook over and flip through the pages scrawled with smudged lead. One page is illegible, stained with tears. Another is half torn where I ripped out the writing I could not bear to erase or keep. This is my journey.

THE journey to Rome was most adventurous for Titus. It took several weeks at sea and Titus, being a Greek and living by the Aegean Sea, was an expert seaman. His father was also but Lampon and Deucalion were usually found having their breakfast and supper pouring into a bucket.

1: ...you've researched dragons more than geography.
2: ...you come up with stories surrounding names from street signs.
3: ...noises in the night scare you more because you invent a reason for them.
4: ...you've succeeded in creating your own version of english.
5: ...your friends aren't worried when you mention magic, death and war in normal conversation.
6: ...you have a secret christmas list for swords, armour and period clothing.
7: ...you have long conversations with yourself and your friends about whether or not magic is evil.

1. The Power
Hold our secrets in just a little longer
Don’t they always say that it can’t get any worse?
I’m starting to realize that I might just do anything for you
That’s a power that I don’t want to give

2. Rotten Memories
Spill out all the broken pieces, throw them in the trash
They can sit and rot and fester until the smell like week old oranges
I won’t shed a tear, nor will I blink an eye

1. No More Drama

Reflecting back, it seems so silly
All of the whining and the drama
It leaves an ache of embarrassment in my chest
But then I reflect further
Then I reflect deeper
And then I recall all the things that I felt.

2. The Flame

Let the flames lick the sky
Faces reflected, going down into the embers
It’s only certain things that set my heart on fire
Just before gets choked out by the smoke

3. The Sky is Falling

1. When Tomorrow Ends
I understand, I think
Why it seems like you can’t see
I guess I’m just wondering
When the goodbyes stop
And when tomorrow ends

2. Just a Little Closer
I see you closing the space between us
Your smile close to my own
You’re close enough that I could
Run my hand along your lips
I sense mowed grass
And a feeling of apprehension
What does this truly mean?

Feel like venturing to the notes at the bottom of the page before you read this? Please do!

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Angry Love

Choleric

Journal,

I hate you. I hate the way you make me feel about myself. When I flip through the pages the entries with all the lies pop out at me. It’s amazing how long it can take to write five sentences full of half-truths. It’s much harder to dress things up than it is to tell it like it is--raw, painful, and ugly.

PartⅠ

Dear Nathaniel,
The rain falls in large plump drops over here, which splatter everywhere and on everything. It is a miracle, for the garden sorely needed a spot of rain. It has been shockingly dry here this summer, and I have been so sick of mother’s dull company.
Poor thing, doesn't know she’s a complete and utter bore.
Must not keep you.
Miss you and wish to see you in a fortnight.
Sincerely yours,
Charlotte.