Young Writers Society

Amfliflier wrote:I liked this, although it seemed a bit odd to me. I don't understand what the phone conversation has to do with the story, other than the "What goes up must come down." thing. It was a nice touch, and it showed their relationship, but the actual content of the conversation just seemed a bit strange.

Amfliflier wrote:Although I love the name Lyria! Is that a real name, or did you make it up? Anyways, it's pretty.

Solvalery wrote:Yes, sometimes the truth hurts. Sometimes it doesn't. And sometimes, you don't quite know.

May 10, last day of school. Congratulations, class of 2011!

He called me that day, and even though we hadn't seen each other in a while, we still talk on the phone or over the Internet. We decided that we would always be best friends, even when he moved out of the city. I answered, and I never heard him greet me because as soon as I pushed the green button he screamed, "Last day of school was horrible! Help me!"

Now, isn't that rude? Some teenagers have no good manners. And then people generalize. I didn't quite understand what was the problem at the time.

"Eh... yeah, George. You're done with school, and you're going to college now! Aren't you supposed to be happy?" I asked, "Or... are you scared now?" I continued, with a mocking tone.

"I am happy, Lyria. I am, indeed, but I had to say goodbye to my classroom!" he replied, agitated.

I made myself comfortable on the sofa. I had done nothing the whole day, and I was as well done with high school. I chuckled and asked, "Don't you know that nothing lasts forever? Like waves on the seashore, things come and go."

"Yes, I do," he said, I could imagine him rolling his eyes.

But I ignored him and kept on talking, "Everything that starts also has ends, you can't say that's bad, just put quandaries as an example," I laughed, " People is born and then they die, because if they don't... they never lived! Dying is part of living. Every "hello" ends with a "goodbye", that's the law of life."

While I said all that, I could hear him say, "Lyria, are you giving me a philosophy class?" But my speech was way more important than his question, so I ignored him again, "Just like everything that goes up, must go down! See? Even Newton knew..." Rude as he has always been, he interrupted me again and screamed, "Lyria, shut up!"

"Why do you always want me to shut up?"

"Do you know how it is when you're saying goodbye to the people you love and been with for a long time?" he asked.

"Eh... yeah. But that is life," I pointed out, "And you better get use to it because you're only eighteen!" I laughed a bit, and he didn't reply, so I kept on talking, "And why the temper? Chill, dude! I was just saying what I think, and that is legal. They call it Freedom of Speech!"

"Ah! Shut up, Lyria! I hate it when you're right."
"No, George. You don't hate it when I'm right," I let him know, "you hate it when you are wrong!"

"Yeah, I know," he admitted, "I'll never say "Goodbye" to you, though," he continued.

I didn't know what to reply, so there was an awkward silence moment. "Oh, you won't?" I stuttered.

"Nope, that's not gonna happen," he said, sweetly, "You said every "hello" ends with a "goodbye", and I never greeted you!" he said, and chuckled.

Suddenly, I heard nothing but silence. "The call has ended!" I read on the cell phone's screen. Still amused at what George had said, I looked to the apartment's ceiling, as I lay on the sofa.

I heard someone calling my name. "You have mail, Lyria!" my eight year old brother said, as he handed it to me. I sat back on the sofa and opened it.

Dear Lyria,

I've fallen for you!

Sincerely,

A random stranger.

I kept reading the short letter, wondering who it was. Then, I looked outside the window, thoughtful, and heard the door ring. My eyes were wide open, I was hoping it wasn't the person who wrote the letter, and I was certainly hoping he wasn't a stalker.

My brother opened the door, and I heard a deep voice say, "Hey, little one!" I could see my brother's grinning face and someone patting his head. "Hi again!" my brother replied.

"Tell your big sister the random stranger is here to see her." My brother gave me a malicious smile and walked away. I walked a few steps to the door, and there he was. With my eyes wide opened, I couldn't find any words to say, "Oh..."

"Shut up, Lyria. Don't greet me," George said, looking in my eyes as he smiled, "Cause I really want this to last." He kissed my lips, and that was when I finally admitted gravity had humiliate me in the loveliest way possible; I had fallen for my best friend, George Seidelman long ago. Because as Isaac Newton noticed; What goes up, must go down.

Yes, sometimes the truth hurts. Sometimes it doesn't. And sometimes, you don't quite know.

May 10, last day of school. Congratulations, class of 2011!

He called me that day, and Commaeven though we hadn't seen each other in a while, we still talk on the phone or over the Internet. We decided that we would always be best friends, even when he moved out of the city. I answered, and I never heard him greet Me, Period instead of a comma a As soon as I pushed the green button he screamed, "Last day of school was horrible! Help me!"

Now, isn't that rude? Some teenagers have no good manners. And then people generalize. I didn't quite understand what was the problem at the time.

"Eh... yeah, George. You're done with school, and you're going to college now! Aren't you supposed to be happy?" I asked, "Or... are you scared now?" I continued, with a mocking tone.

"I am happy, Lyria. I am, indeed, but I had to say goodbye to my classroom!" he replied, agitated.

I made myself comfortable on the sofa. I had done nothing the whole day, and I was as well done with high school. I chuckled and asked, "Don't you know that nothing lasts forever? Like waves on the seashore, things come and go."

"Yes, I do," he said, Period instead of a comma I could imagine him rolling his eyes.

But I ignored him and kept on talking, "Everything that starts also has ends, you can't say that's bad, just put quandaries as an example," I laughed, " People is are born and then they die, because if they don't... they never lived! Dying is part of living. Every "hello" ends with a "goodbye", that's the law of life."

While I said all that, I could hear him say, "Lyria, are you giving me a philosophy class?" But my speech was way more important than his question, so I ignored him again, "Just like everything that goes up, must go down! See? Even Newton knew..." There should be a space between Lyria's speech and George's interruption. Rude as he has always been, he interrupted me again and screamed, "Lyria, shut up!"

"Why do you always want me to shut up?"

"Do you know how it is when you're saying goodbye to the people you love and been with for a long time?" he asked.

"Eh... yeah. But that is life," I pointed out, "And you better get use to it because you're only eighteen!" I laughed a bit, and he didn't reply, so I kept on talking, "And why the temper? Chill, dude! I was just saying what I think, and that is legal. They call it Liberty of Speech!"

"Ah! Shut up, Lyria! I hate it when you're right."

"No, George. You don't hate it when I'm right," I let him know, "y You hate it when you are wrong!"

"Yeah, I know," he admitted, "I'll never say "Goodbye" to you, though," he continued.

I didn't know what to reply, so there was an awkward silence moment. "Oh, you won't?" I stuttered.

"Nope, that's not gonna happen," he said, sweetly, "You said every "hello" ends with a "goodbye", and I never greeted you!" he said, and chuckled.

Suddenly, I heard nothing but silence. "The call has ended. The call has ended.!" I read on the cell phone's screen. Amused of what George said, I looked to the apartment's ceiling, as I layed on the sofa.

I heard someone calling my name. "You have mail, Lyria!" my eight year old brother said, as he hand Handed it to me. it to me. I sat back on the sofa and opened it.

Dear Lyria,

I've fallen for you!

Sincerely,

A random stranger.

I kept reading the short letter, wondering who it was. Then, I looked outside the window, thoughtful, and heard the door ring. Your showing us in this previous sentence. What was she thinking about as she looked out on the window? My eyes were wide open, I was hoping it wasn't the person who wrote the letter, and I was certainly hoping he wasn't a stalker.

My brother opened the door, and I heard a deep voice say, "Hey, little one!" I could see my brother's grinning face and someone patting his head. This next sentence needs to be separated from this paragraph."Hi again!" my brother replied.

"Tell your big sister the random stranger is here to see her." My brother gave me a malicious smile and walked away. I walked a few steps to the door, and there he was. With my eyes wide opened, I couldn't find any words to say, "Oh..."

"Shut up, Lyria. Don't greet me," George said, looking in my eyes as he smiled, "Cause I really want this to last." He kissed my lips, and that was when I finally admitted gravity had humiliate me in the loveliest way possible; I had fallen for my best friend, George Seidelman long ago. Because as Isaac Newton noticed; What goes up, must go down.

He called me that day, and, even though we hadn't seen each other in a while, we still talked on the phone or over the Internet.

I didn't know what to reply, so there was an awkward silence moment. "Oh, you won't?" I stuttered.

and that was when I finally admitted gravity had humiliated? me in the loveliest way possible

Every 'hello' ends with a 'goodbye', that's the law of life."

While I said all that, I could hear him say, "Lyria, are you giving me a philosophy class?" But my speech was way more important than his question, so I ignored him again. "Just like everything that goes up, must go down! See? Even Newton knew..."

"Eh... yeah. But that is life," I pointed out, "and you better get use to it because you're only eighteen!" I laughed a bit, and he didn't reply, so I kept on talking,

"Yeah, I know," he admitted. "I'll never say "goodbye" to you, though," he continued.

"Nope, that's not gonna happen," he said sweetly. "You said every 'hello' ends with a 'goodbye', and I never greeted you!" he said, and chuckled.

I read on the cell phone's screen. . << I don't quite get this.

Because as Isaac Newton noticed: What goes up, must go down.