Ruby’s Comments (group member since Jul 26, 2014)

Ruby’s comments from the Write, Wrote, Written group.

I decided to enter my poem after all! :D

Since When Were Roses Red?

Since when were roses red?
Last I saw was a pink,
Or white, or yellow.
But, perhaps,
It is not the red, pink, white or yellow,
That makes my heart leap like a sparrow.

:D

yeah, my thoughts to randomly wander....

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Okay

;)

:) :) :) : )

With a start, I looked up, to see a boy looking awkwardly down at me, a worn-down backpack slung over his shoulder.

"Oh, uh, sure." I said, and scooted over a bit more so my leg was pressed up against the cold, metal bar of the side of the bench. The boy sat down, and placed his backpack on the floor under the bench. We sat there in silence for a while, me just sitting there, staring at the dryer, until he spoke.

"Uh, hello."

I glanced over at him. He had his hand stuck out as if to shake mine, and his other hand was nervously pushing his glasses higher up his nose. I awkwardly took his hand and shook it. Hm. Interesting. He used his left hand, just like me.

"You're a leftie?" I asked, after another moment of silence.

"Yeah."

He sneezed loudly.

I pretended not to notice as red slowly began creeping up his face.

"Um, e-excuse me." He stammered, and wiped his nose with a paper napkin from his backpack. I caught a glimpse of several large textbooks from within the bag, and I sniffed. Wow. This guy was studying schoolwork, and it was summer already. Sheesh. Nerd.

I scooted farther away from him. I didn't want to catch a cold from a nerd.

"Er - um, so where do you go to school?" he asked quickly. I looked over at him and squinted my eyes.

"It's summer."

"Um, yeah, well, um, I meant where did you go to school last year..." He stuttered, pushing his glasses up his nose again.

"I was in Florida." My answers were short and to the point. I didn't want to talk to this guy, and I thought I was making it very clear.

"Oh! So you just moved? What part of Florida? You're new to Berlin?"

Apparently he didn't get my point.

I sighed and answered, "Yeah, just moved. Northern part. Yeah, I'm new."

"Cool! Where are you going to go to school? I went to Cornith's Public School last year, and I'm going back next year!"

He was getting excited now. He wasn't stuttering anymore, and he was asking more questions. Nerd.

"I dunno."

"Oh." He was momentarily silenced, then he started up again, "Well, you should go to Cornith's, it's great! Lots of new kids go there! Are you going to any camps this summer? I'm not. Camps are for little kids, if you ask me."

I looked at him. Nerd was saying camps were for little kids? "Yeah, camps are for little kids." Was all I said, but under my breath, "and nerds."

"Hmm? What did you say? Sorry, I didn't catch that, not so great hearing, you know -" Suddenly, I saw Dad waving in my direction. I hadn't been so relieved to see him do that since before Mom died. I shot up, mumbled something about seeing my dad, and ran off to where he was standing, the empty basket on his hip.

"Hi, Erin! All done! We'll come back in a bit to pick them up. Who was they nice young man you were sitting with?"

I shrugged and said, "I dunno. Some weirdo. Don't even know his name. C'mon, let's go."

:D Thanks!!!

Unconsciously, Dad put his arm around around my shoulders. I glared at him, shrugged his arm off, and stalked through the grimy glass doors. I ignored everything and everyone around me, and concentrated solely on getting to the yellow benches at the far end of the building. Finally, the dirty, peeling seats came into view and I sat down in my usual seat, farthest from the other people sitting next to me. Luckily, the seat to my left was empty, so there was some distance between us.

I never took any part in the laundry errand, I hated dirty clothes. I know, clean freak. Blood, dirty clothes, and discarded hair. I hated discarded hair. I shivered at the thought and slouched lower in the seat. Plugging my ear buds into my iPod, I glanced around. There was Dad, shoving quarters into a washing machine a ways off, looking slightly less beamy, and a little girl clinging tightly on who I supposed was her mother, at the next dryer.

I stared at the little girl. "Once upon a time that was me," I thought bitterly. "She looks about six or seven. I remember when I was six, Mom would take me to get gumballs from the drugstore. There was a little gumball machine, and sometimes it got stuck." Tears came to my eyes as I remembered when at those times Mom would shake the machine around, banging on it and hitting it until either the gumball fell out, or the store manager hurried over to see what all the clamor was about.

I shook my head and pulled my gaze from the little girl. I looked around at all the washers and dryers, dirty clothes piles and discarded socks lying about. I pushed the ear buds into my ears and watched the nearest dryer spin, its contents going round and round, faster, faster -

"Er - is anybody sitting here?"

Oh. I didn't see that WHOLE PAGE of comments XDXDXDXDXDXDXDXD whoops

:D YUP

OMIGOSH THE PRINCESS BRIDE IS AN AWESOME MOVIE :D:DD:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D

The Writer Named Emmeline wrote: "***

@Ruby - wait? So you DIDN'T want Indigo to be Nott? 0.0

@Julane - I think we're at a misunderstanding. Sveinn did not come here with a quest. Reference page 10 where he is transported WITHOUT..."

Uh........... I dunno..........I guess?


WAIT why don't we just stop this misunderstanding stuff and delete my post saying Sveinn mistook Indigo for Nott, and stuff, and start from scratch. How does taht sound?

if ya wanna look that up

Ooh! Cool! My personal, favorite word is

Flibbertigibbet



I just like the way you say it XD it sounds awesome. like, it isn't a word, but it is

I stared at him incredulously. Who was he? What was he doing here?

"Who are you? Do I know you from somewhere...?" I ask hesitantly, my eyes flitting over his odd facial features. He was pretty skinny, but not deathly so. He had a really pale face, but perhaps it just seemed pale in the half light. A lot of shaggy brown hair hid his forehead and part of his bright green eyes, eyes that stared so inquisitively, so curiously, it seemed as if they were digging into your very soul. I shivered.

"Huh?" The boy looked up, and to his hand off the rock, which he was patting lovingly. "Oh! I'm Todd, Todd Reeds? Um, your next door neighbor? No? Really? Well, I live right next to you."

I stared even harder. What? How come I never noticed him before? I had combed the entire neighborhood, and as far as I had known, nobody had lived in the empty house next to me at the end of the street. It was just so run down, so dirty and disgusting, it seemed as if no one could possibly live there.

*nods solemnly*

yes. Words of wisdom, Julane, words of wisdom.

Charlotte - “Plot is no more than footprints left in the snow after your characters have run by on their way to incredible destinations.” wrote: "Great job, Ruby!"

Thanks so much!

:D :D :D :D :D :D:DD:D:D:D::D:D:D:D:DD:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:::D:DD

I glanced over at Sveinn. Who was this guy? Where was he from? Another time and place, so he says.

I narrowed my eyes. I was going to watch him. He wouldn't get away with anything. Nothing. Everything.

Gosh, what was that supposed to mean? I was getting all spooky on myself. I should watch what I'm thinking, or I'll turn into Viking dude over there.