2008

[Lonbilly]

Before I begin, I would like to say that yes, I don't know whether this would be a poem or not, so if this is like a poem or something, I guess move it into the poem section. I didn't decide to post it there just because if it isn't a poem it would be in the wrong section and I'd look stupider than usual. Anyway, criticism is always extremely welcomed. Seriously. Even if you don't like it, say so (but you know, say why you don't like it). But yeah, enough of me chattering on my soap box.

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2008
(author’s notes: Strange names are actually nicknames for the actual people)

It started with a glass in hand, filled with a golden liquid-drinkable substance that we had every New Years. Talking, voices, and thoughts all around me. How would the year be? Would it be horrible, just as the previous year was, and the one before, and the one before that?

January:
January had actually turned into a superb month.
I’d befriended a stranger I knew would always stick by me.
February:
A month of goodness brought a special event boosting my age a year.
And, a special acting event.
March:
A bit on the boring side, but feelings began to develop, for the special friend I had made a month or two before.
Also another special acting event, that was so fun I became intoxicated by the feeling of being on stage (even though it wasn’t actually a stage).
April:
Boring, but overall, okay.
May:
School’s end drawing near
Various events that involved missing school, and leaving to enjoyable places.
Finally…
June:
The month of goodbyes until the next time (but still keeping in contact).
The Summer:
Boring, boring, boring.
Nothing to do, just lying around the house, doing absolutely nothing.
Finally, an event with the special person. Going to the Quarry with them, and my sister, an enjoyable time.
Then, more boring after it ended, nothing more.
That is, until a new friendship began with a three way phone call from Luuwaygo and the “Plant” Girl. Finally, what I had hoped for, the event I dreaded on, but wanted, arrived.
August:
The month of school.
Being reunited with old friends
Realizing some were gone.
A boring, but energetic month.
September:
A good month
A secret was revealed to both Luuwaygo, and the special person. But good overall.
There was some good friendship, and bonding, mainly with that of Valero and the Auditorium, and the bus stop.
October:
The bringing of drama between a couple, a break-up, and feelings. Hatred, love, and various other mixed feelings.
Then, beginning to hang out and talk a bit with “Juno”.
Halloween rolled around, and I, being known as God, and a bunch of others, “Juno”, Miranda, Kimmy, the special person, and Luuwaygo had gone around to houses. To both condemned and blessed.
The blessed houses were the only ones with candy, explaining why the condemned had been condemned.
Then, feelings stirred up again, but for the same person, the bearer of Jesus (Jesus being just a Hello Kitty Pillow stuffed under their shirt).
Then, it ended, as did the month.
November:
Betrayal, “Frenemies”, and lots and lots of anger issues.
The special person, and I, our friendship seeming to end.
And rumor of them spreading rumors of me.
But, the best event being that of which was the play.
The rest just “BS”.
December:
Perhaps maybe one of the best months.
The beginning of a relationship.
A friendship that was broken, and then repaired.
A friend who had a location problem and a relationship problem.
Other various good deeds, except one.
The week of tension between that of God, Mr.Lipgloss, and “Juno”. The most upsetting week that had ever happened.
Fortunately, God and Mr.Lipgloss had their relationship fixed.
Then, “Juno” and Mr.Lipgloss’ friendship was fixed, as well.
Then, the rest of the week being filled with games, dances, the mall, a special journal, the field, a secret, presents, and the year coming to a close.

And, as it reached the last day of the year, it seemed to come to me that perhaps, maybe, the other two years we’re just so horrible so that this one could be an extraordinarily great. And as it grew closer to midnight, he knew that, or hoped, for the coming year to be as good, if not better.