My house, My walls, My life

My house, My walls, My life

By: kassandra Peterson

 

Dedicated to my chosen family

Thank you for always being there for me when I needed it the most.

Table of contents

The House on Plow Ct….4

A Space of My Own…. 5

Plow says goodbye….6

Cold trust…. 7

Quesadilla….8

Environment: changing home’s…. 9

Relationships: my mother…. 10

I’m fine...11

Beautiful and Cruel….12

One of the boys....13

That one dude on the bus….  15

Hanging at the lunch table…. 16

That one cousin…. 17

Looking forward…. 18

The wolf…. 19

Beloved player….20

The House on Plow Ct.

I didn’t always live on great oaks. Before I lived on plow ct, and before that i can't remember. But the house I remember the most is the one on plow ct. With my sister Annabelle, Mom my dad. The house on plow ct was green and brown. It was two stories, giving you a workout every time you went up the stairs. This house was in the city, with a small backyard and a even smaller front.

My house was roomie but full of air at the same time. My favorite thing to do at this house was go to the school playground behind our  house playing tag and making memories with my friends. Then next and last thing I like about this house was at night, when I was lying in bed, with my widow open listening to the cars drive by and the train along with the faint croaking of the critters outside.   

A Space of My Own.

Not a big house, not a rental, not a farm house… but a small two story city house. With my bed and my puppy. Nobody to clean up after other than me and my family. Not my parents family.

Only a house as calm as the sea would be a place I would settle down in, where the beach is the is the walls of the house and the ocean is the live of the people. Having each wave different as the people inside.

Plow says goodbye.

I have moved away from plow  on to great oaks. But the neighborhood will say alive through my heart and in my stories. One day i will say goodbye to my childhood and move away. And start a life of my own in a new house. My dreams are too big to stay here with my family. I will go away and, I will come back for those I  care about.

Friends and neighbors will know what has happened to that old kassandra and grow to know the new one, and how I have came so far.

For the ones I love will stay with me forever. Only us will know what adventures are yet to come.

Cold trust.

I have been hurt before, so I tried to turn myself cold. Like metal armor I hide my feeling so nobody can see past my coldness.

But I do have feelings just like everyone else. Just now I am bad at expressing them. I used to know how to express them but now that part of me went away.

Very few people see the softer side behind the armor, I just need to trust you before the armor can come off.

Quesadilla.

I am outgoing I am not ashamed. I am loud, hyper and easy going, I am proud of who I am.

I am stubborn, funny and awkward.

I am all these things, wrapped in one I am like a Quesadilla.

Environment: changing home’s

We moved last summer, quickly too. In my old house I could have walked to hang out with my friends, I was cooped up in that little yard. I didn’t get to go many places without an adult supervision or a little sister following me around like a leashed dog.

But in the new house I get to do more things without my parents breathing down my neck. I have more freedom and privacy.

I have also gotten older by then I have more responsibilities and privileges than I used too. I just need a ride.

Relationships: my mother

Everyone in my house wears clothes. My dad wears jeans and a button up shirt. My sister wears all black. I wear clothes that express me, by my mom wears bright clothes, some of them are so bright that you can’t help but  say something sarcastic about it. But it goes both ways.

My mom is smart and pretty. She is the prettiest person I know. She is always there for me and my sister. She helps us through all of the drama of high school and and boys, and all of the other things that dads can’t do but try.

I’m fine

The mast I wear is emotionless. I wear the mask so I don’t show that people get to me. I put on the mask everyday for the past year only to take it off when I step into my room or with my mom.

I wear the mask so I don't get hurt. Even though I shed a tear, when someone asks if i am okay instead of saying how I feel all I say is i’m fine.

Beautiful and Cruel.

My younger sister get more attention from guys than I do.  But I am easier to talk to than she is. But it’s been this way for years. Because of this I feel like I’m not the pretty one in the family. Seeing her get all this attention not just from guys but everyone makes me feel like I am the one that dies her hair or the one that puts on makeup on every morning. To come home ant here all of her storyind that I don’t really enjoys hearing. But I always but on a smile and pretend anyway. No matter what.

One of the boys.

When I was younger I was always one of the boys. Playing basketball at recess, it wasn’t until recently I saw gender roles take place. Not for me but for other people. For example, my friend got called gay for doing choir, and when I stood up for him I got looked at weirdly not just by the person who was being rude, but from my friend too.

Or the time my grandma had told me  that girls were supposed to wear dresses and be presentable. This was brought up in a conversation between me and my mom about how dresses made me feel uncomfortable, but my grandma had to poke her nose  self into a conversation and say when your mom was your age I made her wear dresses twice a week. Honestly I am glad that my mom  doesn’t raise me like my grandma raised my mom or I wouldn’t have a social life and I would have followed stereotypes like girl’s have to wear dresses.

That one dude on the bus

He’s always there or he’s never there. He can’t make up his mind, he’s the one that the bus driver always waits for. The one that all the conversations stop when he gets on the bus because he’s easily annoyed.

When he talks to me mean things spill out of his mouth, he never smiles. Except when he is walking around the school walking around the hallways with his friends.

Hanging at the lunch table

At the lunch table sits a person with a suitcase who will never let become a close friend. He has made fun of my relationships with people on many occasion. He has one over the rest of my chosen family, well most of them anyway. But not me. Him along with many other people have drifted over to this table but he is different than all the rest.

That One Cousin

There he is, always there. The one that shows up at all the family gathering.  The cousin that always buds into personal conversations. This is the cousin that always smells like a rotten dead pig, the one that everyone says is creepy.

This is the cousin that is in his mid thirties, that still likes pokemon, magic the gathering and Anima. That can’t take the jokes that his family gives him along with everyone else this is the cousin that make him seem like he’s the victim of everything.

Looking forward

Looking through a telescope of my futcher. I hesitate to look but as I put the cold metal to my skin it turns warm.

Looking as the stars move to create a picture, a small glimpse of me and my husband with our one kid and our dog out in the backyard on a sunny day cooking some hot dogs on the barbecue.

The wolf

I am like a wolf. Except I am the leader of my pack, always protecting the ones i care for. I am loyal to them but unlike other wolf packs mine is not just wolve’s. There is multiple animal species in my pack but it’s mine.  

Beloved Player

We always come as a pair. Except we didn’t come together, we were brought together by our beloved player.

Mr.glove was given to her by her grandfather. And  me I was given to her by one of her coaches.

We have watched her grow. Even though we have not been on the field with her we just know that she is growing.

As I said before she is our beloved player and she will never stop playing her game of softball.