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which are you
written by Sharrain08:18 AM 9/14/04You wake very late in the morning, almost 10am but hey its Sunday, you deserve it don’t you?
You see a girl with a long brown ponytail riding her pushbike along the road lazily holding the handlebars with one hand. You shrug and decide she must be a bored as you. May as well catch up on some MTV.
As you make yourself some breakfast you see the girl riding again. She is going in the same direction, as the time before, must be doing runs of the road. You settle yourself down and turn up the TV. Blink 182 has a new killer song called down and you couldn’t miss it for the world. As you look out the window you see the girl again but this time she is running back in the other direction and another girl is on the bike. They are both yelling and laughing over something you can’t hear but it inspires you t talk to your friends. Its now almost 12 and you haven’t seen the girls again. You are sitting at the computer bored; the people online are talking about things that did the day before while you where at home watching rage.
You get your lunch and try thinking of something to do; the hammock outside is in the coolest part of the yard so you decide to read a book for a while out there, you wander out with a good book you have been meaning to read and settle down, the warm summer air is nice but you wish it was a bit cooler so you could concentrate on your book a bit better. Oh well you think, cant be bothered reading may s well just day dream for a while.
You fall asleep, just a dozy little nap but when you wake its the sound of the girls laughing again. You look up to see them dripping wet and covered in dirt, the brown haired girl is riding the bike with the blonde one sitting on the handlebars and every few meters they almost tip and fall.
You lethargically sit up and rub your face, the sun is starting to dip behind the trees and there are long shadows starting to slide across the lawn. Oh well, you think as you amble back to the house probably to just have a TV dinner and a long lazy bath that was a good day.
You wake late in the morning, almost 8am, but hey it’s a Sunday you deserve it right? You gobble a quick breakfast, get dressed and rip open a pack of water bombs. You fill them quickly and as you go put them in a big plastic bucket. You check your watch and shrug, you’re not meant to meet your friend Stacey for half an hour but anything is better than bending over that stupid bucket. You grab your bike and slowly start riding along the road towards Stacey’s nanna’s place. To kill time you just ride up and down the road quiet happy not to have to hurry but wishing you had something to do. Finally you hear Stacey’s voice ‘deaf head!’ she calls and you spin the bike around grinning even if you did realize what she had said.
You both laugh and you let her have the bike and run along besides her trying to shove her off. You are both laughing the whole way back, its good to be around your friends. You get back to your house and find that you have two other friends waiting for you. You all quickly fill water bombs, in between you have a huge water fight with the hoses. You put one bucket on either side of the handlebars of your bike and your friend’s bike. He is laughing as he tries to balance but eventually it is all figured out and you all go bush with the bombs.
When you go through the bush you see big hand written signs telling people to keep out
TRESPASSERS WILL BE SHOT. SURVIVERS WILL BE SHOT AGAIN.
One of them reads in chilling red paint. You all throw get to throw a bomb at the sign of your choice. Finally you reach your destination but you are late, this will have to be quick. You stand beside a big cubby that is built in a square around four trees. The owner of it is not with you but he soon will be. You take charge, organise everyone and very soon everyone is in position. In the to left corner, Harvey. In the right one you have Stacey. Your other friend Mia stands with you, you climb upstairs to the others and tell them exactly what needs to happen. They nod pleased with their jobs. You climb higher and start up the tree. Soon there is a perfect booby trap set. You smile at your work and your friends scatter to hide in the bush. Not five seconds after everyone is in his or her positions and the other team starts to come out. The trap goes off dousing them in water and flour.
You all run off laughing again but they are already after you. Soon they catch you and you all get thrown into the dam. Great fun all around.
After a few hours of dicking around you have to start home, it is going to get dark sooner than you thought. You and your mates all run off in your own directions and you take your mate home sitting on the handlebars of your bike. Every few meters you almost fall off but it keeps you laughing simple for the sake of doing so.
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
look i know this is long but its something i think is so true for so many ppl who waste their lives b/cuz they are too lazy to have fun!
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