Yesterdays by Switchfoot

This is for Violet.

Flowers cut and brought inside
Black cars in a single line
Your family in suits and ties
And you're free

The ache I feel inside
Is where the life has left your eyes
I'm alone for our last goodbye
But you're free

I remember you like yesterday, yesterday
I still can't believe you're gone, oh...
I remember you like yesterday, yesterday
And until I'm with you, I'll carry on

Adrift on your ocean floor
I feel weightless, numb, and sore
A part of you in me is torn
And you're free

I woke from a dream last night
I dreamt that you were by my side
Reminding me I still had life In me
I'll carry on

Every lament is a love song
Yesterday, yesterday
I still can't believe you're gone
So long my friend, so long

Yes, that is me. That's what I look like, and I don't have a camera so I can't take a picture of me. But I made this on MS Paint.

Oh, and I have dark chocolate eyes.
Not literally, but that's what people have told me.
I don't know my nationality. Someone said, like, Italian, but I don't really know.
My hair is black.
I like to wear black.
No, I am not emo.
And that SO DID NOT RYHME!
If music didn't exist, neither would I (figuratively speaking).
I am in the 8th grade.
I am in foster care.
My mom's name is Dina and she is in prison.
My dad's name is Troy. And he left my family when I was six.
My sister's name was Violet. She died of cancer. She was eleven years old, and she was the most beautiful thing this world could have come up with.
I like how that song mirrors my emotions towards that. And about her funeral.

I'm...I've gotta go now.

Over.

Seth

Aaaand...anytime text looks like [this], that would be Steph talking. Just saying.

And Now For Yet More Bloody Noses...

Okay, So today I got another bloody nose in the shower. I don't know if you know, but lots of blood and lots of water does not smell okay, especially when you've got all your life juice flowing through one nostril and you totally can't do squat.
So Felix walks into the bathroom (like I'd hoped he would), so I yell at him to get me a bag of ice from the kitchen.
And by the time he comes back, I am laying on the floor with the towel wrapped around my waist and two fingers in my right hand squeezing the skin at the base of my nose.
"Dude, you've got blood right here," he said, motioning.
I shake him off and he hands me the ice. I press it to my sinus cavity.
At this point, my throat's really begining to sting. Swallowing blood not only makes you want to puke, but it makes you feel like you've swallowed a hedgehog.
When it stops, I stand up and pull the bag away. And there is, in fact, blood right there. You, every one of you, trace the middle line of your neck down until you reach a hollow between your coller bone. There was a nice, lovely clot of blood in there.
Felix laughs from the corner of the bathroom. "You look like Vlad the Impailer."
I look at him and he rolls his eyes. "Dracula."

Horray for bloody nose stories!! Now I can tell all of them to Jenn! I'll bet she freaks out. Ha ha.

Over.

Seth

Author's Note

Hello people. This is Steph. I think everyone here's been to my blog and possibly my writing blog. You know how I'm writing about a kid named Seth Shepherds? Don't bother searching for him on people finding websites, because he doesn't exist.
It's really awesome to me, though, that what I write is beleivable. It makes me feel great 'cause I really know nothing about foster care. XD
My mom researched it because we moved to this really huge house and we have a lot of extra rooms that we can hold peoples in. So we were concitering fostering! Isn't that cool?

But, yeah, Angel, that is what Seth looks like in my mind! Cool, right? I modeled him after Fang. Just 'cause Fang's cool like that.

Seth will continue to post comments and posts on his blog and other's just like a normal person. Just so ya' know.

Over and Out,

Steph
Author

Oh-KAY.

So, the interview went something like this:

Blake: "Hello, I'm Blake Langly, and this is my wife Sasha."

Me: had figured that much.

Sasha: "How are you?"

Me: "I got two bloody noses yesterday. But none today, so I'm pretty much okay. I'd say I'm good, then."

Jeff: "This is Blake Langly and Sasha Langly..."

Me: "I got that."

Jeff: "You're gonna be staying with them for a few months until either your dad comes forward or they decide they'd be okay with adopting you and you're okay with that."

Me: Nods. "Okay."

Jeff: "They have a daughter your age, Jenn. She 's about three months younger than you."

Me: "Then why am I staying with them?"

Jeff: "Why what?"

Me: "Never mind."

Blake: "Is...there a problem?"

Jeff and I together: "No!"

Blake and Sasha together: Give us each a look.


I'm not gonna bore you with the whole going to court and figuing this whole wangdoodle out, so yeah. I'm going to their house in, like, a week.

Have you ever been on FanFiction.net? I got really addicted to it and wouldn't get off Jeff's computer, and he got really mad at me and blocked the site. So now I actually have to go read a BOOK. Which doesn't really bother me because I got a Maximum Ride book from the last family I was with. That was the type of FanFiction I was reading.

DANG IT JEFF!! Oh, crap, if he gets on here...

Over.

-Seth

Buddy Doses

Thoh, today I god two buddy noses in a woh. Ang now I beel thick to my stomat betause bood isn't supposed to de thwallowged.

(Translation): SO. Today I got two bloody noses in a row, and now I feel sick to my stomach because blood isn't supposed to be swallowed. It's not supposed to be in your digestive system.
But I really do feel sick, so Mr. Greene (bless his good southern african-american heart) let me stay in my room for the day. And he even swiped me his laptop.

It's funny, 'cause I don't talk like I write. I actually rarely talk. You wanna know how I act?

This would be at breakfast:

Greene: "Mornin' Seth."
Me: "Hmn," and nod.
Greene: "Sleep well?"
Me: nods, and pokes at cereal.
Greene: "Okay," starts to walk away, "Oh, and we need to get your hair cut, okay?"
Me: Looks at him with one of my classic 'death glares'. "No."

So yeah.
I get to meet Blake and Sasha (Langly) today. Wish me luck.

Over.

-Seth

Hello, and Welcome to Foster Farms

Okay, not really. But I do greet you from one of the computers that i shouldn't be on in Jeff Greene's office. He's the director of CASA (Court Appointed Speacial Advocates, and for those of you not in the know, that's one of the biggest foster care networks in America).

So, yeah, I guess that would make me, like, a troubled orphan. But I'm not an orphan, and that's the thing. I'm just not ready to be moved to an adoption agency because apparently i'm not ready. :-/

Oh, crap. Listen I got to go. Jeff's gonna kick my butt. Bye.