Poetry in motion (open)

[heaven danielle st. hilare]

The students at Horizon were working on poetry, that included reading and writing there own. Horizon seemed to take thrill in having its students open up about what had gone wrong in there lives. She had a blank stare on her eyes as she looked at the sheet of paper in front of her. She had no way of getting what was inside of her mind on paper. She feared that if she opened up, someone could finally figure out how exactly Heaven is. She didn't want that.

Heaven doodled a little bit on the sheet of paper just to make it look like she was working. She wasn't the only doing that, she was sure of it. She figured there had to be other students in there bored out of there minds because of the teacher. Sure the male teachers in the school looked cute and hot, but there was also fear. The students knew better then to act out, or to even think about becoming a trouble maker. Heaven was even starting to behave more at Horizon, but she had thick walls around her destined to keep whomever tried to get in, out.

Heaven just never felt lead to open up to anyone. She felt the more she kept in the better she would feel. Which is not always the story. She was about to actually start working when she felt like someone was looking at her. She hated that.

[daisy elizabeth lipenowski]

Daisy Lipenowski sat at her desk in the classroom. Her hand clenched around her pencil and her blue eyes staring down at the blank page that sat in front of her. This was not like her. Daisy Graves could write poetry like it was nothing, it came naturally to her. Ever since her little transition back into her old self, things that used to come easy to her seemed to become more difficult. She tightened her grip around her pencil in frustration, hearing a crackling sound. Damn. She didn’t even know where to begin with this. Poetry had to come from your heart and soul, way down deep inside of you, not just from the surface. Her pencil finally cracked in half, splintering. The girl clenched her teeth and rested her head on the surface of her desk, slamming the pieces of her pencil down and sighing. Things weren’t getting any easier, but Mt. Horizon was a million times better than home.

Daisy sat up and took a deep breath in. She was in the process of bringing back her old self back, but truthfully she wasn’t sure if she was ready. She didn’t know if she could handle it. Daisy crossed her arms over her chest. Her mind began to wander off in all different directions while her eyes continued to stare straight in front of her. After a few minutes, Peter tapped his finger on the wood next to her and glared at her. Daisy rolled her eyes and turned around, tapping on the blonde girl that was sitting behind her. “Can I borrow something to write with so that I can turn my problems into prose and make Peter a happy camper?” she asked. “I’m Daisy, by the way, Daisy Gr-Lipenowski,” the girl grumbled forcing a smile, remembering in mid-sentence that Daisy Graves was over and gone. Truthfully, she was more happy with Daisy Lipenowski anyway.

[heaven danielle st. hilare]

Heaven was glaring at Peter as he seemed to like to walk around the room. She rolled her eyes slightly at the older gentlemen. She wished that the counselors would back the hell away from her and leave her alone. But At Horizon, they pride themselves in getting in someone's face all the time. She rolled her eyes now as she sighed a little bit. She picked up her pencil as she tried to write, again no luck. She was about to tell whoever was looking at her to blow off, but for some odd reason she didn't.

She sighed as she looked at her now, the girl was slightly older then her, looked like she could care less what Peter did right, well of course not. Heaven hated Horizon. She hated Peter too. "He isn't ever happy." Heaven retorted, dug into her bag and produced a pen for the girl in front of her to use. "Heaven St. Hilaire." She said as she looked back at her blank sheet of paper, with doodles on it. "Really I'm just doodling, not really writing, I don't give a f*ck what he does to me." Heaven said sharply.

[daisy elizabeth lipenowski]

“No one here is ever happy,” Daisy said bluntly, nodding a thank you to the blonde girl as she received the pen. It was true. Whenever things were beginning to warm up, someone had to come around to shit on it. Welcome to Mt. Horizon. “Isn’t that why we’re here in the first place? Because we’re unhappy, troubled and fucked up teens with no one to turn to,” she said rolling her crystal blue eyes. A slight smirk tugged at the corners of her lips.

“Ouch. Someone’s angry today,” the girl said without any emotion. “I would be doodling, but it always ends up with a long talk with Peter or Sophie. They don’t seem to like my views on creativity.” Daisy’s doodles were extremely violent and morbid. It was her style and there was nothing the stupid councilors could do to change it. It’s just who she was and somehow the questions would all narrow down to her past. Daisy wasn’t ashamed to talk about what had happened, in fact, she was open about it most of the time. If it scared them, so what. It didn’t scare her anymore.

In the past, the councilors had always tried to get more out of their students, but with Daisy it was the same story every time. She didn’t regret her actions, she regrets what she didn’t do. People who try to get inside the girl’s mind, you might as well turn back now because you’ll never understand. You can try, but it won’t work.

[heaven danielle st. hilare]

"What do you expect, toss a bunch of hormonal teenagers into a basket, then you get Horizon. I don't really care about this place, I don't care much about anything." Considering how Heaven was. It was sort of odd the way she acted. One moment everything was fine, one moment it wasn't. One moment her anxiety went full bore another moment it stopped. She looked at Daisy as she shifted herself in her desk more. This was pathetic. Why did she even have to take English.

"I don't think it matters if we are happy or not, so long as they get there money." Heaven gripped. She really didn't talk much, but when she did she would only talk to students like her. She wasn't one for telling the counselors anything. Including what was going on in her life.

"Like I said, I don't care what he wants out of me. I am not giving him any type of leeway, I swear counselors are always trying to f*ck with you." Heaven said with a shrug. "I would much rather talk to a trained monkey."

Heaven was still going on the path of destruction, even if she was a veteran at Horizon. If the counselors tried to talk with her, well they just got a lot of back talk or silence. Usually the latter. Heaven could care less about pleasing them. She wished they would just get out of her life. She felt her anxiety take over as Peter gave her a glaring look. She was about to get up and run, but Heaven seemed to calm back down, thankfully do to her own coping tools she had come up with. You just look at the Counselors like nothing was happening. That was it.

[daisy elizabeth lipenowski]

Daisy merely nodded at the girl’s comment. “Where would you be without this place?” she said, raising her eyebrows and turning the conversation back around. If she wasn’t here at Horizon, she’d probably be in jail, which isn’t much of a downgrading. Daisy was beginning to see this girl’s problems and let her complaining slide instead of snapping. Daisy always had an issue controlling her anger, but ever since she let it all out with her father, her issue has calmed down a bit.

“Who needs to be happy when we all know that we’re going to die anyway? I’m sure everyone knows that we’re never going to reach that light at the end of the tunnel. We’re just contained here so that we don’t hurt the normal people,” Daisy said with a smirk. Her own fear of death seemed to jab her in the side, but she ignored it, pushing it to the back of her mind just like she did with everything else.

“That’s when you fuck with them back,” Daisy said, an evil smile crept across her pale, pink lips. She had her ways when it came to messing with the adults here. “We are the trained monkeys. The councilors are more of the ‘evil scientist’ type. We’re their pin cushions for their own problems. We give them that sense of accomplishment. We give them the satisfaction of saying that they fixed something that was broken. We’re all broken. That’s why we’re here. Because we’re broken and everyone around us has lost hope in trying to fix us.” Daisy knew that she had said too much. This was usually the time that the person who was listening to her would just look at her funny and walk away, when her morbid sense of humor began to explode. Oh well. She tried.

[heaven danielle st. hilare]

"I don't really know, better off maybe?" Heaven said softly. Heaven felt like she would have been able to go and stay with her family. Right now she felt like her family didn't want her. Her mother was dead, she was was gone, and her sister well she was pretty much none existent with her now. She felt lost without charity. She wanted and needed her sister to help her now. But her sister wasn't.

"I'm scared of dying." Heaven said softly. She was scared of ending up like her mother. She didn't want to kill herself. She didn't think she could. But she was scared of ending up like her. "I don't want to be like her." She said even softer. Heaven wasn't one to share her problems, in fact she let her problems follow her around wherever she went.

Another glare from Peter and she glared right back, she knew she was treading on thin ice, but well she was a teenager and teens liked to test boundaries.

"If you know how to f*ck with them back, I don't think I can ever do that, I mean I try, but still." She said with another roll of her eyes. "I think we'd be better off just having animal trainers."

"At least we would get better results right, I mean a monkey can learn how to do sign language, why can't the counselors learn?" She paused. "to back the heck off of us."

[daisy elizabeth lipenowski]

Daisy shrugged off the blonde’s rhetorical question type thing, if that’s what it was. She twirled the pen around her fingers knowing that she couldn’t write her kind of poetry in broad daylight, surrounded by a classroom full of people. Plus, no one was going to read it beside herself. It’d go on the underside of her desk with the rest of the stuff she wanted to keep hidden from greedy eyes.

Truthfully, Daisy was scared of dying too, though she would never in a million years admit to it. The way the girl hid from her fears was that she disguised herself in it; surrounding herself from the thing that frighten her most. In a way, that was one of her many barriers that she had set up to protect the real girl behind her mask, the vulnerable one. Daisy nodded at Heaven’s comment about not wanting to be like ‘her’ and assuming that she was talking about a mother. “That’s why I don’t drink and I don’t plan on having children,” she stated plainly. That much she had planned out: not to be like her excuse for a mother.

Daisy chuckled when she saw the girl glare at Peter. “You have to bargain with them so you suck some of their ego away. Their heads get so swollen with pride and someone needs to go stab it with a pin,” a mischievous smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. She was quite good at messing with people, though it was only because she was smart and observant. The girl used people’s own weaknesses against them, but only when they deserved it. Sure she was a bit devilish, but she only tortured those who deserved it. She had a sweet tooth for revenge.

“Animal trainers?” Daisy raised an eyebrow at the idea, a bit offended by it, “We aren’t animals, if you haven’t noticed. I would much rather be treated like a dangerous delinquent than a dog. Either way they’re going to piss us off.” One could hear the irritation in her voice. Anger was building in her mind, but then cooled. Her anger management was getting better, so maybe this shit was working for her.