I like to sing. No, scratch that. I love to sing. Just... not in front of people. It's not really my cup of tea performing for everyone who wants to hear me. How would I be able to sing when people are screaming my name?
"LEE! LEE! LEE!"
What a nightmare that'd be.
When I'm alone I can hum a sweet tune to myself, but never when there are a couple of people around. Someday, I'm gonna get over my stage-fright and when I do, I'll be able to sing in front of millions of people as I become a star around the world. Unfortunately, I believe my phobia of the spotlight will keep me from getting to my goal.
"You ready, kiddo?" My uncle, Jay asks me as I buckle my seat-belt.
"You bet."
Uncle Jay is in the army. He's been serving for a year now and he hasn't come back to Los Angeles to see us until last weekend. I know I'm not supposed to pick favorites but Jay is my favorite uncle. He comes from my dad's side 'cause they're close brothers. Almost best friends if you've never met them. But the thing is, they are nothing alike. Uncle Jay has a natural and handsome beard with a brown haircut while dad shares the same haircut but with golden blond hair.
Uncle Jay had asked to drive me to and from school so we can spend more time together. Which I thought was an awesome idea.
On our way to my high school in Los Angeles, California, we remain silent even after a whole year of being apart. If Uncle Jay knows I'm upset, he doesn't show it. Partly because I'm not angry with him. I just don't know how to start a conversation. You'd think I'd be comfortable talking to my favorite uncle but you're mistaken. I get this weird feeling whenever I talk to Uncle Jay. Not love or compassion. More like... fear. It's probably because he's a veteran. Many people don't know that he served, I know that for a fact. Uncle Jay told me that whenever I get bullied, I should tell him so he can work it out between him and the bully. Which has rarely happened.
There was the time when I found out someone pushed me down the hallway making me fall and drop my things. Which gave me a few bruises and one cut on my forearm. Uncle Jay went to the school and talked to her. Her was Tiffany Grandstrand, the snootiest girl in California. She hates me inside-out. I don't see why people I don't know hate me. What's wrong with me? You've got to get to know someone before you hate on them.
Uncle Jay finally breaks the long silence as we enter a traffic jam. It seems he's planned this the whole trip. My school is pretty far away, thanks to my parents being cheapskates. I thought citizens of California were rich. Guess I was pretty wrong.
"So, how've you been? Singing any songs lately?" Uncle Jay says, his kind eyes staring at me casually.
At first, I struggle to give him the right answer. Before he left for Afghanistan, I sang him a song that I wrote for him on the piano. As a goodbye gift. When I finished, he kissed my forehead, I gave him a never-ending hug and then he drove off in his blue Ford truck.
"Sort of. I guess you can say that. I'm not mad at you."
My uncle chuckles as he fixes the rear-view mirror and blinks. I see that vehicles are moving forward along the road.
"Why would I think you're mad at me?" He asks inquisitively as the truck drives up.
I know it was stupid to tell him that but, for some reason, it looked like he was disappointed in me.
"I don't know." I whisper to myself as I turn away and look out the window. There are two kids begging for food only to have garbage thrown on them. I feel really bad for them. So much that I want to get out of my seat and give them a snack but I'm late for school as it is.
It's nice having my uncle back from a long year of training and serving but sometimes it can feel like a weird phone conversation you're having with someone across the country.
"LEE! LEE! LEE!"
What a nightmare that'd be.
When I'm alone I can hum a sweet tune to myself, but never when there are a couple of people around. Someday, I'm gonna get over my stage-fright and when I do, I'll be able to sing in front of millions of people as I become a star around the world. Unfortunately, I believe my phobia of the spotlight will keep me from getting to my goal.
"You ready, kiddo?" My uncle, Jay asks me as I buckle my seat-belt.
"You bet."
Uncle Jay is in the army. He's been serving for a year now and he hasn't come back to Los Angeles to see us until last weekend. I know I'm not supposed to pick favorites but Jay is my favorite uncle. He comes from my dad's side 'cause they're close brothers. Almost best friends if you've never met them. But the thing is, they are nothing alike. Uncle Jay has a natural and handsome beard with a brown haircut while dad shares the same haircut but with golden blond hair.
Uncle Jay had asked to drive me to and from school so we can spend more time together. Which I thought was an awesome idea.
On our way to my high school in Los Angeles, California, we remain silent even after a whole year of being apart. If Uncle Jay knows I'm upset, he doesn't show it. Partly because I'm not angry with him. I just don't know how to start a conversation. You'd think I'd be comfortable talking to my favorite uncle but you're mistaken. I get this weird feeling whenever I talk to Uncle Jay. Not love or compassion. More like... fear. It's probably because he's a veteran. Many people don't know that he served, I know that for a fact. Uncle Jay told me that whenever I get bullied, I should tell him so he can work it out between him and the bully. Which has rarely happened.
There was the time when I found out someone pushed me down the hallway making me fall and drop my things. Which gave me a few bruises and one cut on my forearm. Uncle Jay went to the school and talked to her. Her was Tiffany Grandstrand, the snootiest girl in California. She hates me inside-out. I don't see why people I don't know hate me. What's wrong with me? You've got to get to know someone before you hate on them.
Uncle Jay finally breaks the long silence as we enter a traffic jam. It seems he's planned this the whole trip. My school is pretty far away, thanks to my parents being cheapskates. I thought citizens of California were rich. Guess I was pretty wrong.
"So, how've you been? Singing any songs lately?" Uncle Jay says, his kind eyes staring at me casually.
At first, I struggle to give him the right answer. Before he left for Afghanistan, I sang him a song that I wrote for him on the piano. As a goodbye gift. When I finished, he kissed my forehead, I gave him a never-ending hug and then he drove off in his blue Ford truck.
"Sort of. I guess you can say that. I'm not mad at you."
My uncle chuckles as he fixes the rear-view mirror and blinks. I see that vehicles are moving forward along the road.
"Why would I think you're mad at me?" He asks inquisitively as the truck drives up.
I know it was stupid to tell him that but, for some reason, it looked like he was disappointed in me.
"I don't know." I whisper to myself as I turn away and look out the window. There are two kids begging for food only to have garbage thrown on them. I feel really bad for them. So much that I want to get out of my seat and give them a snack but I'm late for school as it is.
It's nice having my uncle back from a long year of training and serving but sometimes it can feel like a weird phone conversation you're having with someone across the country.
TOADSTEP PVO
What just happened what kind of dream was that? Toadstep wondered.
He couldn't believe he just dreamed that he loved Dovewing more than Ivypool. He shook his head vigourously trying to get the thought out of his mind. Ivypool was lying beside him and dreaming too, she mustn't of heard him call out his dream.
Thank god! Toadstep thought with relief.
He nudged his mate and she got up, "Morning, Toadstep." She purred rubbing her face against Toadstep's..
Everything is going to be okay, Toadstep you'll be fine, as long as she doesn't find out about the dream.
What just happened what kind of dream was that? Toadstep wondered.
He couldn't believe he just dreamed that he loved Dovewing more than Ivypool. He shook his head vigourously trying to get the thought out of his mind. Ivypool was lying beside him and dreaming too, she mustn't of heard him call out his dream.
Thank god! Toadstep thought with relief.
He nudged his mate and she got up, "Morning, Toadstep." She purred rubbing her face against Toadstep's..
Everything is going to be okay, Toadstep you'll be fine, as long as she doesn't find out about the dream.