ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
I am 13 and I love to act, write (obviously), and read. I am also the same height as the World's Tallest Midget! (One of my friends at school) [April 2005]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (10) Acting (Poetry) - [171 words] [Drama] Choir All-Region Tryouts (Poetry) I totally messed up, but this is ALL true. [206 words] [Drama] Day By Day (Poetry) So helpless, nothing I can do to stop her. [125 words] Forever (Songs) GOD IS FOREVER. ACCEPT IT. BELIEVE IT. NOW COMMIT YOURSELF AND CONFESS YOUR SINS. [180 words] [Spiritual] M.R. (Poetry) - [243 words] [Romance] My Guardian Angel (Poetry) Happy. [87 words] [Spiritual] My Little Sister (Poetry) Can't wait 'till she's older than 3! [127 words] My Red, White, And Blue (Poetry) Patriotic and what most consider to be very moving. [166 words] [Motivational] The One Act Play (Poetry) I wrote it straight fromy heart, and it's almost true! [66 words] [Drama] Too Strong A Word (Poetry) This is my first poem I've ever written that didn't rhyme, so please give comments. I need to improve. [202 words] [Romance]
The Dad: Prologue Melonie M Brooks Hpf
I hated cheerleaders as much as I hated Emmalina
Smithison. She was the head of all the cheerleaders.
In other words, she was the head of the Preppy
Preps as my friends and I called them.
Now I suppose you want to know why I'm wearing one
of their preppy uniforms doing their robotic yet
preppy cheers? My mom made me.
My dad knew how much I hated cheerleaders, but he
died three years ago. At least that's what Mom says.
She wouldn't let me go to the funeral. She was
afraid I would have nightmares for months upon
months.
I would have liked to go to the funeral. That way
I could confirm to my soul he had really died and
gone to be with God. Plus, they always said what
their job occupation was. That's what my friend
told me anyway. It would have been nice, though,
to know what he did for a living. He never told
me, just kept it a secret. I'm sure that's
probably another reason she wouldn't let me go. I
always imagine my dad doing some brave and
difficult task that always made him the hero. He
was going to tell me though.
Many times he said,"When the time is right you will know."
When I asked him how I would know, he just
smiled and said,"I guess I'll just have to tell you,
huh?" I would always nod and hope each time maybe
he would tell me, but now he never can. Now he's dead.
Anyawy, Dad would never have let me become
a cheerleader, but that's what Mom used to
be and she wanted me to see what it was like.
So today was my first day. I hated it. I wished
Dad were here so he could put a stop to my
cheering.
Dad would understand. He always did, even now.
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