Well usually, yes. At least, for me.
I found one dollar in the couch cushions.
5 dimes
2 quarter
Hmmmmmmmmmmmm......................
Maybe we should all check in our couch cushions.....
Anyways, Okay! So today I decided to slowly give you parts of my book when I post.
Here is the first part:
The Enmity of Nobody
Here I am in Nowhere-land
Surrounded by my nobodies.
Here I am your average dust
never there except where
The sun may choose to shine on me.
There is someone standing there
shining with the wind again
looking out for life to live again
I'm there or not, you choose to see
The one you see may not be me
There she is, whisper tight
Everyone to the world
smile wide! at least a flash
as people start to slash
your insides with this might
Let us bind together
still the same
as we try to fight this game
The mind of yours, a fragile feather
Let's win this game together
Nobody #1
Allice Marabilla Terre
Age 19
The world around me always seemed to disappear. Maybe I myself was disappearing. Among the throngs of busy New York, New York people–of course–I would blend. So I never saw the strangeness of this much too common occurrence. This didn't happen until I moved to the very small Ensign, Kansas. Out of all the people in Ensign, no one seemed to notice me. I wasn't the sort of person you would notice in the first place. My sister always said I was average looking. My dark brown hair was shoulder length and wavy. My eyes were dull and out of it. Some people would say I was odd because I was asian in America but there are many other asians in New York. It wasn't like we were an endangered species or something. I was just a person that didn't catch attention.
I guess I should have noticed it but under my circumstances, I didn't. I lived in New York, my classes were big and there were a lot of people. I was never a people person, I thought that was why I didn't make much friends. I often liked to stay at the creek in a park near my house. It was mostly trees and of course, the creek was hard to find. One night when I was staying out by the creek pretty late, something that changed my life happened. I was sixteen years old when I went home that night to find the walls stained with blood and family murdered. To my surprise, I didn't panic. I merely walked over to the phone and called the police. I was like a ghost and felt empty.
My relatives made no move to help me or take care of me. They may have thought I was dead. I often asked myself if I was. Instead I took a few belongings and a tent and camped near the creek. I got a part-time job to pay for food and faked my moms signature on school documents. Everyone had strangely enough forgotten about their death. For three years I lived like this until I decided I needed to leave New York. I had saved up enough money to buy a small house in Ensign, Kansas. I could now get a full job and pay for it. I traveled there by bus and once I got there I was relieved. The long trip had been tiring. My new house was a trailer. It was the type of green you see on lizards, with small windows and a small green lawn, the type you would pass right by in a car and I was so far off from the city, I imagine no one would be walking here.
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