Samantha M10A Creative Writing

time is a funny thing sometimes it passes too slow sometimes it flies by you moments slipping through your fingers just as sand years disappearing in the wind moments of bliss fading all to quick and now we fight and i cry rivers upon rivers until my eyes are red like cherries and as puffy as the pillow i lay my head upon while my legs and arms are wrapped around you in those moments it seems as if time doesn't even exist we are just two comets floating in space traveling in different directions maybe i shine too bright for you maybe i move too quickly for you to catch up or maybe you don't want to catch up because you do not care to calm the hurricane you are just angry that there is rain, never - ending rain but it is not really never ending see i told you, time is a funny thing

You know when you step out of the shower dripping wet and a huge puddle begins to form under you from all of the water on you? And then you dry yourself but you leave the puddle, the puddle that can seep in through cracks and create mold under your floor. The puddle that can cause someone to slip. I am or have been continually leaving puddles, puddles of mass destruction, just waiting for someone to slip. Possibly me? Just kidding. I am already on the ground, head hurting, staring at the ceiling wondering what have I done? what am I doing? and what to do next...or should I just lie here?

It was 2:30 in the afternoon. The sun was shining through the blinds, projecting lines on the mustard yellow wallpaper. I sat in the gray dentist chair, anxiously waiting for the dentist to arrive. I kept questioning why hadn't I made the appointment to get my wisdom teeth pulled for a later date? Christmas was in 4 days and instead of eating turkey, and cookies, I will be eating mashed potatoes and smoothies. Why do we even have wisdom teeth? What purpose do they serve other than an annoyance. I surveyed the room. There was a large picture of a family all smiling on a beach to the left of me and a big window in front of me. The lines from the window made it feel like I was in prison. It made it even feel more like a prison because I knew I couldn't leave.  All of the dentist's tools were on a metal tray in front of me and a big light was shining directly on my chest. My heart started to pound. I already had the bib around my neck. Man why was the dentist taking so long. H