Chapter 12: Trapped

Are you okay now? Let’s go home.

I don’t have any more strength to argue with him. I haven’t eaten for days now. We proceeded to the school’s driveway. He opened the family car and carefully shoved me inside.

He cares for me? I thought. I was on my bed now, thinking of what had happened that afternoon. I then heard a crack of glass. Seems like somebody threw a stone into my window. I got off my bed and looked outside. There I saw the guy in black. What’s he doing here? Using my skills, I went down my room window. The house’ pavement felt cold under my bear feet. I opened the gate.

How did you know I live here?
How’d I don’t? I’ve waited for you. Where have you been?
Long story.
Well then, c’mon! I know a great skateboarding place. Wanna have a battle?
Wait, I’ll be right back.

I went back to my room. When I got there, I was surprised to find Harris standing on the door.

Where are you going? It’s late.
Don’t tell Dad.

I ignored him and walked across the room to get my skateboard. He did not stop me or anything. He just stood there, looking at me.

I don’t think it’s healthy for you going with that Galvin guy.

So that’s the guy’s name. How did he know that? I payed no attention to him again. I was about to climb down my room’s window when I heard him say.

Be careful.

I enjoyed skateboarding with Galvin that I lost track of time. I went back to the house at about 4 am. I slowly crept up to my room. When I opened it, I was surprised of what I saw.

Harris was sleeping on the floor. Was he waiting for my return?

Emo - - - My thoughts about it.

Emo had been the talk of the town since last year.
Up until now. And still, everyone is still puzzled by its thought. So, I conducted my own post.

What is Emo?

I've searched in the internet and this is what I got.

From: Wikipedia

Emo (pronounced /ˈiːmoʊ/) is a style of rock music which describes several independent variations of music with common stylistic roots. As such, use of the term has been the subject of much debate. In the mid-1980s, the term emo described a subgenre of hardcore punk which originated in the Washington, D.C. music scene. In later years, the term emocore, short for "emotional hardcore", was also used to describe the emotional performances of bands in the Washington, D.C.

From: Emo Corner

The Term emo

When you are referring to someone has being emo, you are usually are stating that they are sensitive, or have an emotional personality. Emo truly is a type of music that started in the eighties and is rapidly moving back in its popularity. It's a sub genre of punk music which has grown to be more popular then punk it's self. Each and every day more and more emo bands are coming out. However, emo most commonly is referred to as a type of fashion.

What does emo mean to you?

Most people’s common perception of emo is someone who is very emotional. Some people just consider emo to be a sense of style.

Emo hair becoming Very Popular with Emo Kids

Emo hair has sharp edges and shapes. It does not always have bangs, but it usually does have some chunky sections twisted or pulled in a direction that conflicts with the rest of the hair. Girls and guys have emo styles of hair, and they are pretty much the same. Girls might have longer hair than guys, but they usually do not have hair past their shoulders.

EMO INFORMATION

• emo kids are usually shy, quiet and very sensitive
• The common male emo haircut is a long bangs covering the eyes
• Emo fashion has branched off as a type of punk fashion that is a little bit more calm and dull
• Styles like chuck tailors and tight pants popular in this crowd

From: Fullyramblomatic

EMO LIE: Being Emo will get you girls because girls like sensitive guys and there is nobody more sensitive than an emo guy.

REASON IT IS OBVIOUSLY WRONG: Once, my friend and I were both in the general area of this girl. I was sort of ignoring her, and he was being nice and a good listener. Then, I said, “F*ck you, Insert Name Of Girl!” She immediately tried to become all adorable at me to win my favor. Then we made fun of her. This is a completely true story. Girls like assholes. Everybody knows that – even emo guys. In fact, it’s the number one thing emo guys cry about. Also, there are eight hundred bajillion emo guys for every fifth of an emo girl, and the few emo girls who actually exist don't associate with emo guys, because if they were in a good relationship they wouldn't be able to cry constantly, and thus they would cease to be emo.

Really, emo is best defined like this - To qualify to be emo, you are required to cry all the time, be in terrible physical condition, look like crap, and be hated by everyone. What are the benefits to being emo? You get to be sad and alone, look like crap, and be hated by everyone. Do the math - being emo is totally not worth it, and by totally not worth it I mean it has no benefits because it sucks.

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Ookay. Based upon information, emo is not really a fashion statement, which, all of us thought it would be. It is a type of music.
I’ve even heard that emo music is a lot like ballad, just twirked the name a bit.
Kids these days often refers emo as someone whose sensitive, (I even encountered a picture in the net that says “Emo is just an excuse for guys to act like girls”) and those who cries and tends to be gloomy all the time. (This is especially for the guys)

There were even emo suicidals that takes emo to the next level.
They are the ones using blades and try to cut their wrists while listening to sad music or something.

They say it’s an expression. Expression of what? I don’t really understand what goes through their complicated minds. Heck, kaya daming may ayaw sa kanila. They’re so “emotional” and weak.

In terms of fashion, emo is usually something in black and white, black and pink, red and black, may it be stripes or checkered.
The main accessory there is a wide black rimmed glasses, studded belt, and old shoes particularly converse or chucks.
And of course, the ever famous skinny jeans that’s now both for men and women.

I don’t know how wild and big these may get but for now, let’s honor it.
After all, it’s the trend of the season.
How long it may last, we don’t know.
Let’s just see how our creative minds can get more creative. =)

♥Yammcy♥

Debbie's Debut

WHO: LIGA - - Krissa, Lyndz, Yam, Naomi, Debbie, Karla, Nikki, Trish
WHAT: LIGA Reunited
WHEN: April 24, 2008, 6:00-1:00 a.m.
WHERE: Mac Arthur, Palo Leyte
WHY: Debbie's 18th Birthday, we decided to surprise her. =))


It was a fun night.
Having to hang out with friends you haven't seen for a year.
At sa wakas na complete na din kami. Hehe.
I lab my highschool buddies.


*Emo mode*
♥ Yammcy

Chaptwr 10: Torn Between

School again. I choose not to wait for Harris so I went to school using my skateboard again. As I was on my way to the school’s gate, someone bumped on me. CRASH! I fell down my board.

What the hell-?

I looked up and saw the guy from yesterday.

You again?
Cassie? Sorry about that.

He helped me get up.

Really I am.
Yeah, whatever. Just look at where you’re going.

We picked our boards up and marched to our rooms.

What class are you?
I-D.
(smiled) We’ll be seeing a lot of each other, classmate.

The stern professor was already there when we entered.

Prof: Good morning Ms. Appelbaum. Oh and Mr. Mednick, it’s nice for you to join us for today.

I didn’t mind the teachers’ squabble and headed straight to my seat. That Mednick guy followed behind and sat on my left.

Classmate: Hey, I was sitting there!
Well now its mine.

I looked to my right and saw Harris glaring at me, then to the guy, and back to me again.
What’s his problem?

Chapter 9: Like an Endless Storm Chasing a Mystery

Stop following me.
Skateboarding is dangerous.
Leave me alone.

I skated much faster. I lost him. I stopped at the darkest part of the school. I still don’t want to go home. I rested my board against a tree trunk and sat on a bench.

Finally, peace and quiet. This is my world.
“Ehem…”

I turned around and saw a guy in a black outfit.

You’re in my place.
Since when is this yours? Last time I checked, this is still a democratic country.

He then sat next to me.

I like your style. What’s your name?
I don’t give names to people I don’t know.
So, it’s Cassidy?

How did he know that? My question had been answered when I turned around and saw my notebook in his hands.

Give me that!
Nice name, Cassidy.
Whatever.

I decided to leave. It’s getting late.

See you around, Cassie!

He waved me goodbye. I wonder if Harris is home. Wait, why am I thinking of him? I must be really exhausted by now.