I'll fix it up later

Anyone who knows me. None of these characters are anyone in my life :) they are all mixtures of everyone I know and not gender specific. I've taken the best and worst bits of everyone I know and created these people, so they do sound familiar but there's a little bit of everyone in them. no sexual jokes there



the start of this

The overture slowly faded and the lights began to rise on the stage. I felt my heart flutter in excitement as I switched my microphone to on. I faced the mirror and smiled as I saw the reflection of my best friend standing on the other side of the stage. Then the lights were on, the music started and in my mind I yelled, “Action!”



”Musical theatre isn’t just my hobby, it’s my life!”

“That’s all well and good, but what are you planning to do with your life after high school.”

Izzie sighed and tried to remember why she was bothering with this same old fight over and over again. Her friend Seth settled deeper into the beanbag he was sprawled across and chuckled to himself.

“I don’t see what’s so funny. You can clear out if you’re going to keep up like this.”

This brought on another wave of laughter as Seth struggled to get up out of the beanbag. He lent into her and tugged playfully on her hair.

“Aw I don’t mean it Suagh. You know I just love seeing you all hot and bothered over something you love.”

Izzie swung at him and then burst out laughing too.

Seth and Izzie had been friends for about 5 years now, but it was only in recent years that they had become so comfortably affectionate around each other. Izzie stretched out across the beanbag next to Seth, resting her head against his arm, “What’s life gonna be like when we’re done with school?”

“Depends if we’re done with school or if school’s just done with us.” Seth patted her head comfortingly, “we’ll just find out when we get there.”

At this they both fell silent and dozed off in the heat that the summer sun brought.


That night Izzie stood brushing her teeth and watching her reflection in the mirror carefully. She could never decide whether she was pretty or not and this frustrated her no end. She didn’t necessarily care what the answer was, it wouldn’t affect how her life played out, she just wanted to know. Her hair hung in loose curls around her face and shoulders. It was a perfect illustration of how indecisive she was about everything as it was three different colours. Blonde curls framed her face and highlighted her eyes with a sweeping side fringe. This blonde then faded into a light strawberry blonde which was lit up by the blackness of the final layers of her hair.

She shook her head and watched the curls dance around before ending her staring session, spitting into the sink and leaving the mirror. She never bothered to ponder the question of her prettiness for long, but would always comfort herself by saying, ‘beauty is in the eye of the beholder,’ and then trying to forget that she was currently without a ‘beholder.’

The next morning though, scarcely 8 hours later she found herself in front of the mirror again. Izzie certainly wasn’t vain or self-obsessed, just curious as to what she could achieve in any situation including grooming. She spent a good half hour straightening out all of her curls until her hair hung smooth and soft. She liked it better this way, although all her friends told her the liveliness of her curls suited her.

“Izzie! Don’t tell me you slept through again! For God’s sake girl, hurry up. School won’t...” The voice faded away as her mum bustled from room to room in the house. Izzie had a quick once over in the mirror, approved of what she saw and ran through the house collecting the school things she’d left scattered around for weeks. She dived into the car and sang out,

“Sorry I’m late, had a very important date!” And bent to tie her shoes.

“Izzie! Izzie!” Amanda ran up to the car as Izzie gently slid out and closed the door. “Izzie my dad’s letting me go to Tasmania for the summer holidays as a birthday present!”

Izzie laughed and hugged her friend tightly, skilfully looping a small pendant necklace around her neck.

“Happy Birthday you old foggie. I hope 16 is as sweet as they say it is.”

Amanda hugged her again, squealing in delight and Izzie laughed along, soaking up the good mood.


* * *



Ren stretched and yawned and pulled his jacket tighter. Although it was early summer, the mornings were still cool and leaning against brick walls didn’t help much. It was dull being at school so early for he didn’t keep many friends and therefore had to wait on his own for ages each morning until they arrived. He occupied himself by re-solving last night’s math homework.

The sound of yelling jerked him away from his thoughts and he looked up to see a girl from his year level, Amanda, running out to the drop off area. His eyes followed her line of flight and stopped on a small black car. He sighed as the sharp longing started inside him before the car door even opened. When it did, he watched as long, shapely legs swung out. At the base of the legs were feet encased in black and white converse. His eyes trailed up the legs, over the ample thighs to the short blue school skirt hanging loosely about half way down her thighs. He lingered here, picturing more than the eye could see and then started as a pair of soft white hands hurriedly brushed the skirt down. At this his gaze jumped to the girls’ face, worried she’d caught him staring. With a sigh of relief he said a quiet thank-you that she kept such loud friends who demanded so much of her attention. He watched as she laughed with Amanda, her soft eyes sparkling and her pink blossom lips pushing her face into a smile. He lent back and looked away and softly whispered, “Izzie... how did I let you go.”

“How did you let who go?” A cheery voice spoke up beside him. Ren turned to face Peter, one of his few friends, shook his head and looked away again. “Ah, there’s Izzie. Thought she didn’t get back till tomorrow. But I’m not complaining, perhaps she’s come back early to confess her undying love for me.” As Peter rambled on, half joking, half hoping, Ren sank further into his thoughts and the self-bashing that was going on in there.

Peter must have realised that Rens’ attention was elsewhere but still he continued to talk with tiresome optimism. Ren stood and waited for him before walking towards their math class. After a while he interrupted Peters’ story about Drama class having heard enough.

“Math homework easy for you?”

Peter paused for a second before regaining his conversational grounds and replying,

“Easy enough I should say.”

Glad that he finally had control over the conversation Ren quickly directed it towards YouTube and the latest internet meme. Subjects in which he could easily converse without paying much attention and hereby preventing any questions into how he was feeling. Peter was only too happy to oblige to the change of topic.

Seth sank into the chair next to Ren, arriving late as usual.

“Sup guys.”

“Ready for some hardcore mathematics sex?” Ren asked absentmindedly.


“Why so hardcore?” Seth was confused and looked to Peter instead for the answer. Ren didn’t care much. They could have their girly chit-chat. He wasn’t there for that.


“Alright class, Test 2 is in front of you. Please print your names on the front and then you may commence.”


Ren heard Seth groan beside him and decided he would top this test due to Seth being unprepared.


“Here we go. I’m gonna kick butt here.”


Seth shrugged it off but Ren dived into the test, needing to win.


Ren knew his need to win was crazy but to Ren his world was falling apart and his self-professed genius was the only thing left to give him any joy. Although nothing really traumatic had occurred he still managed to sink into depression. His parents were still married. His mother was a wonderful woman, loud and fun. His father did beat him from time to time and although this was terrible, couldn’t be the reason behind such deep depression. His mental health wasn’t very good these days but his pride helped him hide that well enough. Through his depression and draining health he had pushed away most friendships. This was something he complained about often, which aggravated Peter as he knew it was only because Ren attacked everyone that got close to him.


Seth nudged Ren awake at the end of the test.


“Dude, class is over.”


Ren stared down at his half finished paper and almost burst out into tears right there. He could’ve killed himself for falling asleep. Peter and Seth talked about the test as the three boys walked to next class. Ren sank into a sulk that would anger his friends for the next few days. He was notorious for his sulks and by now nobody wanted to put up with them anymore. Ren used this fact as part of his list of why his life was so bad.

know it

Yesterday is a dream, tomorrow but a vision. But today


well-lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness, and


every tomorrow a vision of hope. Look well, therefore to this


day.

type solves problems

we were perfectly imperfect, you were the harmony to every song I sang.




you're imperfectly amazing.


your imperfection made me love you.


your imperfection is what I missed when I blamed myself


you weren't perfect. and I'm worth something in this world

don't wish, don't start

It's not enough to just not want me... I all but begged you to let me down gentley.




For once in your life, be a man. Just tell me the words cause I know that you can. Don't leave me with scars that no one can heal...


I asked you for once in your life to be a man.


and you told me what I wished for instead.






It's not enough to dream, to want... making wishes doesn't make it so. No, making wishes gives the world the ability to taunt you, to tease you... to take away from you.

the way you make me feel

Old man sunshine listen you! Never tell me dreams come true, just try it. And I'll start a riot. Beatrice Farefax don't you dare, ever tell me he will care! I'm certain, it's the final curtain.


I never wanna hear from any cheerful Pollyannas, Who tell you fate, supplies a mate. It's all bananas.


They're writing songs of love :)... but not for me. A lucky star's above. But not for me. With love to lead the way I've found more skies of grey than any Russian play can guarantee.


... I was a fool to fall, and get that way. Hey Ho! Alas! and also lack-a-day... although I can't dismiss the memory of his kiss... I guess he's not for me.