Forgotten Memories CH. 2Forgotten MemoriesAmerica x CanadaChapter 2I struggled to open my heavy eyelids. My eyes quickly adjusted to my surroundings. I was alone in a dark unfamiliar place. Glancing around there was only blackness. A noise to my right startled me. Suddenly a figure was walking towards me. Fear found its way into my mind as the shadow grew closer. I tried to run but my legs felt cemented to the ground. Letting out a sigh, I realized it was the man who had looked like me; the one I had thought was lying in the bed unconscious. My eyes searched for the wounds and bandages he had been sporting earlier. I tipped my head in confusion as he looked perfectly fine, nothing. Opening my mouth I attempted to speak, to ask him what happened but nothing came out. His eyes were closed as he approached me; each step carefully placed and painfully slow. I stepped forward to reach out for him but I still couldn't seem to move from my spot. Like a statue
Forgotten Memories CH. 1Forgotten MemoriesAmerica x CanadaChapter 1My heart pounded loudly in my ears as if it were inside my skull. Pain flooded throughout my chest as my oxygen starved lungs tightened desperately searching for air. I could feel something wet dripping down my bright red cheeks and I almost stopped to see if it was sweat or tears. Probably both, I decided as I continued fleeing. My overworked muscles screamed but my terrified mind wouldn't let me quit running through the pine trees. Branches battered me as I pressed on, leaving bright red scratches on my face and arms. I knew I couldn't carry on much longer before I collapsed but I felt their overwhelming presence behind me. My eyes started to cloud over with fear and streams started flowing down my cheeks. This time I knew they were tears. I could taste the saltiness as they disappeared into my open mouth and through my clenched teeth. Suddenly my foot wedged itself under a root and I was sent tumb
Birchwing's DeathBirchwing had been stumbling after the others, exhausted and barely continuing on. She glanced up, her vision blurry, trying to see how far ahead the Clan was. Unable, her legs turned to jelly and she collapsed. She lay there, her breath fast and shallow.Birchwing was barely conscious as she wheezed, her eyes closing, she opened her mouth to let out a wail, but nothing came out. She quickly drifted into unconsciousness, the wind gently ruffled her fur as she grew cold.//Father?// she asked as the forest around her disappeared. Two starry cats came into focus as they stepped forward. //And sister... Am I dying?//"Don't be afraid Birchwing. Your time has come to join StarClan." one of the starry cats mewed."Hawkstar..." she mewed quietly."Don't be afraid." the other cat repeated."Sparrowflight..." she mewed.Birchwing took a deep breath and nodded."I'm ready. I lived a long life, had kits, been a grandmother, a mentor, and even an elder." she mewed confidently
Magical PoemMagical Poemby Haley 'Birchy The Wing'This is a fancy poem hereListen Closely with your tiny ear.I'll dramatically pause as I speak my taleAnd you'll drink some ginger ale.My teacher wants something doneAnd instead I've been having fun.So I'll write this off the top of my headTo show you it's not filled with lead.Now I'm done my random dribbleAnd I'll stop my stupid scribble.So hopefully you'll laugh you seeAnd not be terribly mad at me.
The BetThe BetAmerica x CanadaI sat quietly on a leather couch casually tapping my fingers on the armrest. Warm sunlight crept its way through the opening in the curtains and gently warmed the right side of my face. Above me the room was lit by long tubes with fluorescent light bulbs carefully tucked inside. My eyes glanced over to the large oak door, my mind wondering if I could escape silently through there. Shaking my head I turned my attention back to the two men arguing like children in front of me. One was an average height British male with short sandy gold hair, bushy eyebrows, and bright green eyes. He was dressed in a matching green jacket and pants, tie, black belt and boots. The other was a taller French male with long flowing golden hair, eyes blue as the sea, and perfectly clear skin. His outfit consisted of a blue knee-length robe-like jacket, strikingly red pants, and tall brown boots. I glanced down at my own appearance. I looked a lot like
Dear Mother"Dear Mother"Poem by Haley MacLennanDear Mother,I'm sorry I'm such a screw-upThat's all I'll ever beI'll never be that perfect girlYou and dad seem to seeThis depression I struggle withSo new and unfamiliar to youI know you try to listen and helpBut in truth you always knewThat I'd never make you proudThe way you had hoped from meThese scars I keep hiddenFrom them I'll never be freePlastered over my skinThey help me cope with the painFading slightly but never fullyWithout them I'd go insaneI wish I wasn't such a mistakeAnd was a beautiful little childWith a big bright smile that wasn't fakeAnd always comfortably mildI finish this letter with a tearAnd a sigh of reliefThese words never spoken out of fearAnd kept quietly brief.Sincerely,Your screw-up of a daughter