*A/N* VERY rough draft. Criticism is appreciated.

Yesterday was my first day of my 15 year on the world. I don't feel much different than I did 2 days ago, when I was a mere 14 year old. I haven't gotten a sudden wealth of wisdom or suddenly understood why I am here or what the purpose to life is. I feel more as if I fit in my own skin, that 15 is the age I belong in for now, and I am content with that. The things that seemed oh so important last year are now dim memories in my mind, things I hardly think about any more.

I hope you enjoy this. It started with a simple idea. We are building a new garage onto our house, and the entrance to the second floor is through my room. On the first warm day of the year, I was in there and I had the windows open. the room in the first part of the story is like the incomplete upstairs of our garage. To enlarge a little, it is just plywood and boards. If you have ever seen the inside of a house or shed under construction, you'll know what this is like. i described it pretty well in the story, but that's enough of an intro. Please enjoy this.

WONDERLAND

Throughout high school, I had always told Elaine she was the prettiest girl in school, but she never believed me. 

When by luck we wound up in the same college together, I wrote down on a semi-finals test paper what she called an 'essay'; on how she was the prettiest girl in the college. 

END OF THE OPERA

Charles crouched over Diana, holding her limp in his arms.

Another explosion erupted behind him, and crouched more over her, feeling the heat wave and pieces of concrete spattering off of him.

His scarlet overcoat smoked as the heat settled, and he looked down at her face.

It was pale, her eyelids shut. Her lips were limp and she had a peace about her face. A moment before she was in agony from the bullet-wound. Now she was as calm as if she were merely sleeping.

*A/N* I am Myself will probably be continued under a different title. Hope everyone likes these!

Acliriana: Ack-lee-ree-ah-nah.

Come back the desert cried

back from the the fleeting darkness.

the winds did howl like banshee beings

The desert worbled and wailed

for Mary O'graida

would not return

she though not dead had wandered

far, far

From Far away the desert calls

its voice like rain

"OH come back Mary o'graidha,

Back to the whispering plains

back to where the wind howls and the wolf crys

come back to Delmaria

come back to me

cried a wind as dry as souls

parched, dead, dry

return, return,

to me

The moon shining brightly Up there in the sky Sheds it's calming light And tells me not to cry.   Something in the shining Brightly glowing sphere Tells me it's alright And that God is always near.   Why that wildly beauteous But sweetly calming glow Makes me want to cry, and laugh, And dance, I do not know.   But as I look up high Up to the twinkling light, I know God made the moon And the moon's my friend tonight.