Friday. 4.27.07 2:40 am
okay! im back! yet again! -waves hands frantically- and now my sad excuses for neglecting this!!!
1. I've been designing a website.. Very time consuming! ack!
2. I have a life... LOL kiddin! No just a lot of social issues going down.
3. IM MOVING!! Not far, like. I'm in an apartment, lets say 1 and im moving to #4 or 5 so its all good! Same place basically! {this is gonna be the easiet move EVEH!}
4. Working on a new music video! GASP! i know.. its like, oh my god! and like! {lol im kiddin, i dont Talk LYke TiS}
5. I have mucho school work, I have a 2.6... this SUCKS! i had a 3.8.. yeah, parents are REALLY happy about this... -sigh-
6. Diet! oh my god... lol me feel fatty! Yes, i must be a girl and be like.. OMG! i gained like 2 pounds since my birthday... Sucks Ass... So I have a new goal! lose 5lbs.! {making me 115! >.< ONE DAY!} yes... I mean, actually I'm 5'6" and thats JUST above the underweight thingy... aww.. i wanna be barely over the under weight thingy!!!
7. I wrote a autobiography... yep, but not about me... I know that doesn't haev sense does it. Well in english we're required to be soliders from WWI and I'm a british solider named, Alphonse Broughall.. I'm really bad ass LOL! Kiddin! I die T.T its really sad... [ill copy the intro at the end b.c its really long]
8. We're taking care of a new dog! gasp! it's a pit.. it sleeps in my room.. and wow.. it SNORES! sooo loudly!
9. I think I'm a sadist >.> don't ask.. LOL I really want to read the book about Marquis de Sade {that's were the word sadist came from GASP!} Yeah, he went to an insane assylum like, half of his life..
annnnd 10. I've been working on new costumes! One for andrew! i don;t have the fabric.. dont have his measurements.. yeah um.. i dont have like anything for him.. other then what it looks like.. -sigh- yeha...
[okay my story... {actually Alphonse Broughall's}]
Elisha St Denis 2-24-07
As Death Approaches…
“Listen closely and take note of my story, this may be our last chance. My time is coming quickly…Alas, death moves swiftly now…” Bloodied gauze wraps around my shoulder and chest, as a sharp pain comes from around my clavicle. The wound has opened yet again. My skin is ghostly pale, even paler then usual, as I strain heavily to breathe. Scarlet drops of blood slowly drip down my forehead from a small head wound. I weakly motioned for my brother to come closer and muttered almost incoherently, “Has- Has Alec survived?” My words are harshly spoken and sound as if nails are scratching against a chalk board. Trevor, my older brother, slowly shakes his head from side to side, “No, he died almost instantly on the front. ” His expression remained motionless as he continued, “Hurry now, we must continue your story. If anything, I‘ll make sure your name goes down in history. No one deserves to die without a story…” Dark brown hair hides my eyes while I squint trying to make better of this position. I mustered all my strength and miraculously managed to sit upright in this pitiful excuse for a bed. Then I muttered only loud enough for myself to hear, ‘I wont let it start like this, I’ll make sure to start before this wretched war ever began.’
A cold, even breeze blew through the countryside outside of Liverpool causing the many livestock to feed intensively. Fog was moving in quickly of the year of 1898, and once again we were all running through the green, grassy hills outside our extensive dwelling that we call home. Being the curious 6 year old I was, I questioned my elder brother, Trevor, about nearly everything. But on this day, January 4th of 1898, something special was about to take place. Today would be the day I found what would later change my life forever. “LOOKIE! A Buk! A BUK!” Alec, my younger brother, yelled to me. Lucky little bugger, finding a brand new chemistry book in the middle of a field, I swear that boy could find gold in a diamond mine. But father acknowledged it by saying, “Alphonse Broughall, you are named after Alphonse Louis Constant and Alphonse Le Mire who were both skilled alchemist and chemists. So I think it‘s only fitting that you receive this book.” He declared me the owner of the book, after all the constant bickering me and Alec had over it. This would become the only book that I would read for years on. Even now as a successful chemist I still carry around that book, for it is my bible that carries around precious memories. I remember late at night before I would go to bed, Mum used to come into our room and despite the many interjections and moans Trevor and Alec would make, she’d read a minuscule amount from my book every night.
But then everything changed… Alec was 13, Trevor almost 18, and I was practically 15 as I remember clearly the traumatizing events that took place that cold October night. As British nights usually were, it was dark, cold and foggy. Absolutely ghastly conditions to have been taking a cabbie out for a ride. Mum had been coming back from visiting Auntie Anita and the most dreadful occurrence took place. A lightning bolt struck nearby and caused the horse to take fright. As fear overwhelmed the horse he refused to obey our carriage man and sadly, the carriage went over the road to our abode and made its way into the River Mersey. That night I promised myself I would look after Alec, no matter what happened, I‘ll be there. But this wasn’t to be the last incident to take place. After hearing about the constant bickering of the many European countries, Father made it apparent that he would devote the remaining years of his life to building the perfect grenade. As soon as he finally built one of the most extensive contraption I’ve ever seen, it exploded making hamburger meat of the man. I was merely 17 and an orphan enlisted in the University of Liverpool. We had to split out families immense wealth, because we were of the higher middle class. Alec got the house in Liverpool, Trevor received most of the stocks and investment papers and I received the London house off of North 24th street.
As me and my brothers became older and slowly ventured off in many different ways, it seemed almost inevitable that we’d lose contact with each other but surprising we didn’t. Regularly we played scat and billiards, and rarely, we practiced our fencing. Nothing seemed better to me then outdoing Trevor. He was only 2 years older then me but it always seemed as if he would beat me in everything. Cricket, military experience, billiards, you name it he could beat me except two things which I prized and gloated about more then everything. Academics, which I didn’t really expect him to be too fond of, and fencing. But finally I had the chance to beat my brother, the war was coming soon and it seemed the perfect opportunity to surpass Trevor.
It seemed like any other regular day, I went to the local café and arbitrarily met up with Alec, whom seemed anxious about discussing politics. I read the London newspapers so knew all about the current events that were sweeping Europe. War was about to break out. “I assume yew've 'eard of the archduke?” Being in London gave me a nasty case of an cockney accent. Alec nodded and replied meekly, “But of course! Only fools haven’t heard of that! So obviously you know of the invasion of poor Belgium?” “Of caaahrse! 'Ave yew seen all the posters around town? Innit something? I’m thinkin’ of enlisting after seeing that poster over dere.” A sly smirk grew across my face as I pulled him out of his chair, dragging him over to the propaganda. “Look there!” A small audience was permanently near the wall exclaiming, “Aye! I haven‘t a wish for death, but I‘ll be sure to please me dad!” The poster stayed proudly against the wall in bright, vibrant colors, expressing, “What would your father rather have?” In the lower half sat a young man relaxing with juice nearby, but in the upper half a young solider marched proudly. He marched with head up high and backpack held tightly on his back. I turned to my brother, “Alec, even Trevor has joined and from his letters I‘ve made out that he‘s already a lieutenant!” Before finally deciding we walked back to the café and discussed the future of Britain. “Aye, I think the causes that contribute the most are the military and all these posters all ‘round town. I mean, innit something? Our military is needed to end the war… and to end the war we be needing many a soldiers. So how do we get these soldiers? All those posters, that‘s how. But! All this Nationalism causes our enemies to resent us. And the constant bickering of these blasted nations just makes its all worse!” Alec looked discouraged, “No, I think what makes the war is the Alliances and the colonies and such. The alliances force the countries to join the war even if they don’t agree, and the colonies and territories are basically what they‘re all fighting about! That and the archduke, which basically why all the other countries are in this war! It because of those alliances.” We both nodded in agreement and later that day enlisted in the army.
Critque welcomed! i need this for class so.. any help on helping me wrote te next part would be SOOOO awesome! =D you guys rock!
