Watching them walk away when the president let's them go.

Beauty and The Beast. And yes, it still is my favorite childhood movie, still is a favorite movie. I always tear up, too. -_-

I'm having general teenage issues right now, thus two poems.



Saving Me

how could i do this?
be so untrue to someone so new
my hearts not in it though he is sweet
i just wish he was you, the one i cant beat

to be in your arms and not his
why was i so blind, so stupid?
you're on my mind once more
circles, circles i turn (where to go)

find me (love me) i wish i knew (help me)
turn, turn, faster we go, the merry go round wont stop
i left, i should go back, can i last? where to go? (rescue me)
lost, so lost, winding path, unknown destination, save me (screaming for help)

Run

it's so hard to be fine when you're not
it's impossible for me to be happy
i was happy with him, i can't be with you
it's difficult for me to even think of hurting you

turn away, go away, run, run as fast as you can
i'm bad for you, you deserve better, run (hide)
(breathe) subtleties, karma coming back (flee)
i want him back, i don't want to hurt you

run....run as fast as you can and don't look back

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run before it's too late

Title: White Christmas
Author: Me
Rating: PG
Pairings: Bergeron/Ripley Inpplied Kess/Looch
NHL Boston Bruins
Summary: Ripley goes home to Maine before Christmas to ponder a job offer, and to find what her heart wants. ((I suck at these)

 

White  Christmas

 

 

 

            Patrice ran his fingers through his dark brown hair, eyes on Ripley as she got into the Rav 4 with Zdeno stood beside the driver’s door. “Take care of her Zee,” he told his captain. “I’ll keep in touch.”

            “Is that really for the best Trice?” Chara asked gently. “She needs you; she just doesn’t need you right now.”

            “It’s Christmas,” Patrice said tersely. “I’ll be there for it.”

            “What about your family?”

            “They’ll understand. I need to be with her.”

            “Face it Bergy,” Zdeno turned toward the car. “It’s gonna be a blue Christmas.” The Bruin got in the car, and drove away.

            “For both of us,” Bergeron muttered.

 

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            Maine, it was home, that much was certain. Ripley gazed out the window at the bright sunshine as they crossed the New Hampshire border into Maine. The blue and white sign that welcomed them to the state was secretly laughing at her. It was laughing because she had left her boyfriend in Boston to come back to a state to a house that wasn’t a home anymore. Laughing because she would decorate the tree by herself, because she had been to goddamn stubborn to allow Patrice to come with her.

            She cursed the radio station for playing Blue Christmas and changed it. Last Christmas I gave you my heart, but the very next day you gave it away…. “Fuck my life!” She muttered, and changed it again.  Please, please forgive me, but I won’t be home again. She changed the station again. If you see her, tell her I’m doing fine. And if you want to, say that I think of her from time to time.

            Ripley jabbed her finger onto the off button, crossed her arms, and turned her face toward the window jaw clenched in fury. Zdeno glanced over as they passed into the town of Bridgton. “Wanna talk about it?”

            “No.”

            “Okay,” Chara replied. “There’s a CD in there.” She grunted. He went ahead and turned it on. It must’ve been love, but it’s over now! It must’ve been good, but I lost it somehow! Roxette’s sweet voices filled the car. Mentally Zdeno smacked himself, and changed the song. Ripley heaved a sigh. She could take a hint, sure. She wasn’t going to though.

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            Patrice looked at the twinkling lights on his tree. Three days to Christmas, three days of no Ripley, three days that he could be spending with her. It wasn’t his fault she was too damn stubborn to say come home with me. Hell, he was stubborn too, he could’ve taken the reins and told her he was going, she would’ve hated him for it, but at least hey would be together in her Grandmother’s house that had been passed down to her. At least then there wouldn’t be a blue Christmas.

            If he took a plane to Maine it wouldn’t be long, if he drove it could be three or four hours, by train about two. Zdeno would have his head for that. His mother would cry, his brother shake his head, and he didn’t know what his father would do. He sighed, lapsing into depression.

 

 

            Ripley hung another ornament on the Christmas tree in front of her. Not an artificial one like the kind she had talked Patrice out of using, there it was. His name again.  Was it that hard to ignore him? She had told him she wanted time to think things out, she’d gotten a job offer in Maine, and she was there for the interview and Christmas. She was used to being alone. Wasn’t she? She hung another ornament, two polar bears nuzzling. She stared at it. Bergeron had given it to her.

When I was young I never needed anyone, making love was just for fun, those days are gone, all by myself don’t wanna be, all by myself anymore. Celine Dion sang from the speakers of the stereo, and an already irritated Ripley took a red ball ornament and hurled it at the speaker. The plastic ball bounced off and rolled harmlessly away.

            “I get it!” She shouted. “All right! I fuckin’ get it!”

 

Christmas Eve came all too soon, her interview was done, she was qualified, she was willing, and so were they. But as she stood in the house, staring out the window as the first snowflake fell she wondered if she could leave behind Boston, leave behind Patrice, the Bruins, the friends she had made. She gazed at her reflection, and sighed, closing her brown eyes. So, it would be a white Christmas, who the fuck cared? Back in Massachutes Lucic and Kessel would be sharing their first Christmas, same with Jess and Marc. Tim Thomas would be home with his family for his new daughters first Christmas, and here she was in Maine, by herself.

            “Where’s Patrice? That’s what they’ll ask me,” she muttered. “Where’s Patrice Bergeron? You’re boyfriend?” She opened her eyes, watching the snow fall even more.

            “He’s in Maine,” a voice said from behind her. She whirled around, cocoa spilling onto her hand. Patrice stood, black wool coat covered with white snow. “With his girlfriend, sharing a white Christmas.”

            Her lips opened, but no words left. With shaking hands she set down her mug. “You’re not here. You’re just that extra shot of whiskey in the cocoa.” She moved toward him as he walked her way. “You’re just…you’re…” she shook her head even as his hands moved to the side of her neck, and cold lips lowered onto her warm ones.

            “As real as I can be,” Bergeron whispered, kissing her again. “Merry Christmas Ripley.”

            “Merry Christmas Patrice,” she smiled as she kissed him, arms wrapped tight around his neck, tears in her eyes.

 

Basically I'm failing Algebra 2, which means I can't play in any of my games for five days. I have two. I can't be on the bench, I can't be with my team, I can't be past the spectator point. I understand the grade needs to go up, I understand I'm allowed to practice still, but why, why, why do they have to take my team away from me? Their my boys, I go to practice pissed off and come out laughing my ass off joking around with the boys.

Last year I lost them to me getting injured, and I will be damned if I lose them this year to a fuckin' grade in a goddamn mother humping class I was supposed to drop in the first place! If I lose the team this year it'll be because either I get injured *knocks on wood* or dammit I get in a fight and kicked out for the season. But I'll be damned if I lose my team, my passion, my *sport* to a low grade in a class I drop next month.

If they push, I'll push harder. They wanna fight, I'll drop the gloves. They wanna take my sport away, they better be ready for the consequences. So, that's how my weeks been.

So, my bishies, what is new with moi? Well, my brother is back for two weeks on leave. Not much to be said there. I'm failing algebra two, so, uh, that's gonna be trouble once hockey starts, speaking of hockey. The B's are doing better than I thought they'd be doing. Looch, and Wheels both have hat tricks, wootage for them. As for my team, well, some jackass generous parent donate three hours of ice time on three different days for captains practice, which will consist of half an hour of drills, and half an hour of scrimmage, it's good, but bad since I still need to prepare, and I'm not healed.

Not healed you ask? Why? Well, I will tell you. I had all four wisdom teeth out, and people, I got news for ya, the aftermath hurts like a bitch. Oh, and so there's this guy I skate with that I really kinda like, and I think we're heading toward a relationship, the downside is I think he's at least ten years older than me, but I don't know for sure, I mean I'm okay with an age difference, but I also have my own stupid rule of I won't date anyone during hockey season, don't ask, I'm weird.

Oh, and GNG (my high school) made the news, channel 6, 8, 13, and the Portland Press Herald. Why you ask? *Snickers* I will tell you why, some jackass in our school decided to let's just say not speak kindly of Obama in class, and it involved the N-Word. There was also graffiti in the bathroom. So my principal to cover his ass when the media came decided let's put the kids through a 3 hour assembly about it. I want to murder him.

What I don't like is that this one little incident happened with that word, but when all my friends were picked on for day of silence not a damn thing happened, the administration didn't take any action, but this happens, and it's all 'we gotta do something now and fix it'. It's bullshit.

Nanowrimo, my first time, I have 12823 or something like that for words, and still going, slowly,but going. Other than that there's not much else going on right now, I don't think. So, peace out my bishies.        

So, I would like little emotion things, y'know when you can choose a mood, well they have nothing I like, so if anyone can do those based off hockey, like getting photos of the team players, happy, sad, pissed so on and so forth, it does not matter what team it is. So, yeah. Help? XD

Recycling

So today for the first time in seven months I hit the ice for skating, and dammit did I feel so much better afterward. The first time in seven months, let me reiterate, seven months, one more time; seven months. And damn it, it felt good. I was on my little high, then perfectly sedated. I saw my Bruins guy there  and he waited for me to get on the ice, smiled at me, then started skating. We have a nonspeaking game, it's weird.

Anyways, I got a mullet and fake teeth for Reaver's Halloween party if she has it. We had to pick my Mimi up at the airport, guess who went in there with the teeth and the wig, *points to self* Damn freakin' right I did. I embarrassed myself, but I got people to look at me and smile, so it was good. Anyways tomorrows Monday that sucks, Tuesday my senior pics, then it's pretty much whatever school throws at me, plus getting ready for the magical sport we call hockey.

When I say random, chances are I really do mean random. This is just me popping in to say hi to everyone. Hockey season (NHL) is nearing, the first preseason game for the B's is the 22 of September *SQUEE* Can't wait. I'm beginning to workout again, so though I can't be with my team again I can play pick up games, if I feel like it, cause guess who has a license. Yeah, me.

Anyways, all my friends are going to college :(, it's not fair. Take me with you! I can live in the closet of scraps of whatever it is you college folk live one. Pork rinds, and raman noddles right? :P Moving on once more, my writing is in a dry spot right now, sorta like the Sahara Desert only worse.

Well, most of you might remember me as Wolfenlady, well that girl has changed, greatly. This is the new me, with the new journal, and a new outlook on life. So, I'll be putting up fics (maybe), poetry, and hopefully some of my stories.