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Why can't wishes and dreams come true?
Why do I only feel happy or comfortable in my wildest fantasies?
Why can't I love and be loved in return?
Why must I always be left behind? Or Forgotten?
Why must I always be alone and lonely?
Why can't I just say what I mean now instead of not, for tomorrow may be too late.

Anywho, just got back from Florida a little while ago. Went on vacation there. It was cool. Got to go with my best friend, Izzy. Also got to see my other friend, Mel, who went there with her family a couple of days later. It was so hot though! Couldn't really stand it. Got to sharpen up on my pool-playing skills though. I won 2 out of 3 games! One out of forfeit though...(Did I spell thet right?) Oh well, I didn't like getting hit on by Disney Characters and stared at by a bunch of guys either. i mean, sure I like the attention, but I'm just not used to it. Guys from different states are so much better then the ones where you actually live, I swear! I had a lot of fun though. Can't wait to go again in 2 more years. Wow! I think this is the longest thing that I've ever typed that wasn't a story! Cool!

It was a freezing, cold January morning in Newport News, Virginia. Nearly a foot of soft, fluffy, powdery snow blanketed the ground. The students at Reservoir Middle School sat intently, listening to their teachers. It was around 9 o' clock when the main boiler broke down. The janitor, Mr. Ashton, noticed around 10 o'clock when the normally warm hallways became bitterly cold and desolent. He went down to the boiler room to check and see what had happened. The boiler looked like a bomb went off. The room was filled with a white mist of smoke and smelled of gas. The boiler's sides were puffed out almost like a marshmallow and screws were on the floor from where they had landed after the boiler supposedly blew up!
"I'm sure I can't fix it." Mr. Ashton stated. "I'll have to call a repairman."
"Do you know how long itt'll take?", asked Mr. Cheeks, the principal.
"Nope. But certainly not today." the disgruntled janitor answered.
"Looks like I'll have to give the kids the rest of the day off," Mr. Cheeks stated regretfully.
"Better give 'em the rest of the month off!" Mr. Ashton replied. Over the loud speaker, the principal's voice roard, "Students, teachers; may I have your attention please. You may have noticed that it is a bit chillier now than it was this morning. The main boiler has broken down and I am sad to say that the students will have time off from school until the boiler has had a chance to be replaced. We will be dismissing in about 10 minutes. Then his voice clicked off.
A roar of applause and great relief poured out of the opened doors of classrooms as students were relieved to get out of that learning jail. Even some of the teachers had to join in the ruckus.
All the children were dismissed, except for one lone girl. Ima Rose Thorn waited patiently looking out the window of the front school door at the still falling snowflakes. She rode a bus all by herself since she lived closest to the school. During warm days she walked and didn't have a problem with it. Her mother, Anita Marrya Thorn, was the problem because she didn't want her daughter catching a cold while walking home. So, Ima decided to call her mom to see if she could get a ride. The phone beeped twice before someone answered on the other line.
"Yes?", came her mother's voice.
"Um, mom? This is Ima."
"Yes, dear, I know that. What do you want?"
Um, our school dismissed early today because of a boiler incident, and, um, my bus driver isn't here, so, um, I was wondering if you could give me a ride?" Ima wondered.
"Honey, don't keep saying the same word over and over again. It doesn't make you sound very intelligent. Besides, I can't pick you up right now, I'm working. I'm trying to save a dog's life." Her mother said hard-heartedly. She was a veterinarian, in case you haven't figured that out yet.
"Oh, sorry." Said Ima, foiled.
"I'll call the bus driver and make sure you get home, OK?" Reassured Anita.
"Kay. Bye." Ima hung up and waited. Her mother dialedIma's bus driver. Since Ima was the only student who rode the bus home, her mother had the bus driver's number. Anita then dialed her number while her assistant took over the surgery on the dog. The phone rang nearly a dozen times before she answered with an intensified "Hello."
"Hello." Anita replied. "My daughter just called and told me that her school was dismissed early. She is at school right now waiting for you to pick her up. Now get down there and pick her up!", she ordered.
On the other line, Lizzy Bum (married to the lazy bum), was sitting in an arm chair, in a burgundy-plaid robe in matching slippers, with a box of Bon-Bons on her lap watching her favorite soap opera: 'One Life To Live'.
"Fine, but I hope you know you're interfering with me watching my favorite soaps." Lizzy fumed.
"Oh, I feel so sorry." Said Anita sarcastically. "Get my daughter home!"
Lizzy rose, dressed, and in her freezing cold bus drove to pick up Ima.
"Get on the bus," Lizzy said ina a deep and dangerous voice.
"Um.....that's OK. I only live two blocks away. I'll walk." Ima said reluctant to get on the bus.
"Get on the bus!", Lizzy screamed. Ima hopped on the bus and Lizzy drove her home annoyed.

Please deliver this voice.
Please relay the message right now.
Please hurry and come over here.
Please feel a power yet to be seen.
I want you to believe.
Look, the continuation of the dream.
It's singing the melody leading to tomorrow.

Please deliver this voice.
Please relay the message right now.
Please hurry and come over here.

A strange yet nostalgic heartbeat...
You can hear it, right?
A distant memory, and now a story weaving them begins.
Words I couldn't say...
...are overflowing in my arms.
The diary of my heart...
Whenever I flip through it...
...you were right there at my side.
With an invisible promise...
...we met each other.
Please tell me the reason why...
...you still remember the oath we took that day, right?
To this sky we look up to...
Let's raise a rainbow of hope that continues forever.

Please deliver this voice.
Please relay the message right now.
Please hurry and come over here.
Please feel the faint fever in my heart.

You knew it, right?
Look, the continuation of the dream.
It's singing the melody leading to tomorrow.

The miracle of falling in love.
Unweaving its secrets.
I run over to where you are...
Please deliver this voice.
Please relay the message right now.
As if it was something never seen before.
A glimmering future yet to be known.
Lets go look for it.
Don't be afraid of anything.
If we're together we can go without giving up.

Please deliver this voice.
Please relay the message right now.
Please hurry and come over here.
Please feel the faint fever in my heart.

You knew it, right?
Look, the continuation of the dream.
It's singing the melody leading to tomorrow.

Please deliver...
Please relay...
Please hurry...
Please deliver...
Please relay...