NikkiSeven

The Keeper Chapter 1 My cab driver runs us into a wall Scribble, scribble…look up…scribble, scribble, scribble, peer around, scribble, scribble, scribble… This is just me entertaining myself in my class, about one week before the end of school. This means that I would leave my junior high and head off to high school, which is pretty creepy. I still can't see myself in high school; I mean thinking about it is so nerve racking. Plus I'm so short, how would I be able to survive?! Anyway, I was in my language arts class being bored yet again. We were watching a poetry video with a whole bunch of poets sharing their work. Some

          The fog trailed over the bay, the white blurring all color from existence leaving a gray and black photograph. A lifeless monochromatic image. The dark ghost of a tug glided past. The water lapped at its side dully as though only half-heartedly parting. The wake of the boat rippled out away from it, bating against the oyster incrusted dock and the rusting hulls of dank houseboats. When the gently swelling waves touched against the dark green side of the Pretty Girl its movement swayed a small set of wind-chimes that hung over her stern.           They rattled gently, their soft tinkling floated dreamily through the fog. Tirta stirr