Theme for You and Me

Theme for You and Me
by: Stacey Lukasiewicz

The instructor said,

    Go home and write

    a page tonight.

    And let that page come out of you--

    Then, it will be true.

I wonder if I’m supposed to know?

I am seventeen, white, born in the suburbs. 

I have lived in the same place my whole life, 

in this house I have always called home.

I am the third child out of eight in my family. 

The process of life has always ran in and 

around this old house, acting as my schoolhouse,

my playhouse, and most of all my safe-house,

the place where I find security and comfort, 

the place where I am not afraid to be me. 

It's not easy to decide what to do from here

at this place in my life.  But I know that if 

I trust who God’s made me to be I will hear him

hear him, hear me--he will listen, I try to listen too but all

I seem to hear are the cant's, the if’s, and other peoples’ disapprovals. 

Well, I guess that’s expected, right? Life's not always easy. 

I like sports, math, and enjoy life. 

I like my family, my friends, and school.

I have so many things I know I like, so how am I suppose to choose?

I guess I need to believe that my past has prepared me, that

the what if’s and I don’t knows won’t overshadow my good judgement.

So now I need to go without fear or shame and trust God is right there with me. 

Being me will not be an easy task,

But it will be 

a part of deciding my future. 

You are older, 

yet you still feel these same things too. 

That's amazing!

Sometimes society attempts to manipulate me. 

Nor is it ever completely honest with me. 

But I will always fight to be me. 

As I learn from you. 

I guess you learn from me-- 

although you’re older--and more experienced--

and have had more to see. 

This is my page for you and me.

Setting Map

1. Seattle, Washington
2. Rainy May day with spring brewing
3. Sun hidden in the clouds but moving lower and lower, casting shadows throughout the restraurant.
4. A cafe with dim lights hanging from the celiling.
5. Rainy day with the clouds low.  Fog on the windows.
6. Present
7. Waling/jogging, bent over trying to cover themselves from the rain.
8. Her hair has a personality of its own, flowing every which way, much like herself.
9. His clothing was clean and neat, but you could tell by his lack of matching colors he was a true boy at heart.
10. He looked at her softly, soaking in her very last strand of hair.
11. She new he was too good to be true.  He was another man who would move on to the very next decent women he saw.
12. Her intrigued face buried in the book was relaxed, as if she was finally at peace.
13. Her past flashed blurred her vision.  This man was the same as the ones before her.  Wanting only one thing and once they got it, leaving her in a ditch.
14. He new she was the one.  The minute he saw her, his feelings inside himself were so strong, drawing her to him, he new they were from God himself

1. A hint as to the location (town, city, state, country, etc.)
2. A hint about the time of year (season)
3. A hint about the time of day
4. A hint about the mood (example: lighting)
5. A hint about the climate or weather
6. A hint about the time period (present, past, future)

Specifics: (Be as detailed as you can possibly be)
7. A hint about the mode of transportation that the character uses
8. A hint about some personal grooming habit that the character has
9. A hint about this character's sense of cleanliness or lack thereof
10. A hint about a relationship this character has with a family member, romantic interest, co-worker, or someone else
11. A hint about an inner conflict this character has.
12. A hint about something that makes this character happy.
13. A hint at some "dark" element of your character
14. A hint about something this character believes in deeply.

Character "Voice Sketch"

Steven is 8 years old.  He played at home today.

Ahh mom this is so stupid! "Just do it Steven." Well mom I don't want to do my math because I just don't get it.  I mean mom have you seen all the snow outside.  All I can do sitting at this window doing my math is think of the cool snow man I could be building, or the snow fort I could sleep in tonight.  I mean seriously I don't need school until I am like 10 years old! Oh my gosh there's Jo starting to shovel his driveway.  I wonder what he has for me today.  5 dollars, a pop, or some candy! AHH! Mom I have to go help Jo!!  I run as fast as I can down the hallway and grab my pants, hoodie.  I put on my unmatching, wet socks from earlier this morning and stomped out the front door in my dads ginmormous boots.  Grabbing a shovel and my pink gloves I


Dialogue:

Jamie is 20 years old.  She fell in love today.

It was raining hard.  The streets were empty minus the few stragglers running home late after work.  A young women was running across the street, using today's newspaper to cover her already drenched hair.  She crashed into the small cafe, the bells signaling her entrance sighing a sign of relief to finally be indoors.  After shaking off her wet coat and gently running her fingers through her hair she cautiously looked about her surroundings.   The small cafe was fairly empty, but she still quietyly slid into the booth hidden in the corner of the room.  She was greated a few minutes later by a tall girl wearing red lip stick and chewing her gum loudly.

"Welcome to A Cup for Two, my name is Liz how can I help you?"

"Um...what teas do you have?"

"Bossa Nova, Lovers Lane, and our special for the day is eternal sunshine."
"Okay.  I guess I will have Bossa Nova please."

"Anything else?"

"No thank you."

The girl turned away from the table smacking her gum.  The young women watched her go and then turned and pulled a book out of her bag.  She opened it quickly and instantly became immersed in its contents.  The bells on the door rang again signaling another customer, but the women did not look up to see who had enterd.  The customer was a tall young man, dressed casually in jeans and a dark blue long sleeve shirt.  He was immediatley greeted by both Liz and the older man working behind the counter.

"Hi Chase how are you today?"said the older man.

"Hi Paul I am doing good? Quite the weather out there today isn't it?"

"Yes but its good for business so I don't mind."

"Thats a good point."

"The regular?"

"Yes thank you Paul."

Turning, chase viewed the half emty cafe.  Well even with the whether this place still stays pretty quite.  Good ol' Paul hoping the rain will bring business.  Poor guy, this place has never been more than half full, even on a good day.  Noticing the few people he saw everyday, he was suprised to see a young women tucked away in the corner, absorbed in her book. 

"She came in about 10 minutes ago."  Chase turned as Liz poured him a cup of coffee. "She was absolutely soaked, looked like she had been outside for awhile."

"It's nice to see a new face in here once in awhile."

"Tell me about it."

"She ordered a cup of Bossa Nova so she definitley hasn't been in here before."

"Oh Liz, did you warn her you make that tea.?

"Haha! Very funny Chase."

"What is she reading?"

"I don't know, I have never seen her before thou."

"No?"

"Probably just passing through."

"Ya, i guess."

As Liz changed the subject and began to ramble on, Chase could not help but glance to the corner one more time.  It is as if nothing is around her.  She is completley oblivious to he surroundings, enthrawled by her book.

"Chase!"

"What, what?"

"Did you want fruit or chips on the side today?"

"Oh um...fruit, thanks.  Did you catch her name?"

"No but if you so interested why don't you go ask her yourself.  She probalby thinks your a creep anyway the way you have been staring."

"Haha very funny Liz."

Once again he glanced back at her and decided to go say hi.  He walked over and coming up to her table he made a point to clear his throat.  Startled the young women glanced up.

"Oh hi.  Can I help you?"

"Sorry I did not mean to startle you. You must really be into that book!"

"Ya, I am.  It is nice to finally have a moment of silence, alone."

"I totally agree.  Whats the book called?"

Showing signs of irritation, she quickly said, "The Great Gatsby." and tying to send a message returned her gaze to the page she was on.

"Oh thats a great book! I think I spark noted back in high school one year."

"Uuha.  What was it you needed."

"Oh! Well I walked in and I couldn't help noticing you. You see there is not alot of new people around here, especially around this time of day."

"Well I like this time of day."

"The main reason I came over here was to warn you about the tea you ordered.  You won't like it."

Snapping her book shut, the women looked up, "Oh and how do you know what I like?"

New Beginning/Change Poem

I AM HOPE

I was someone who always saw life with a silver lining.

I remember looking up to who I saw as my perfect older brother.

I heard the yelling and the door slam.

I saw the anxious expression on my parents faces.

I worried it might be the last memory I had of him.

I thought our family would never be the same.

But I want Change. 

I am stronger now.

I think the darkness makes the light that much brighter.

I need to trust God to be the light.

I try to impact lives around me.

I feel hope.

I forgive my brother.

Now I can change.

I will show more compassion.

I choose to put others before myself.

I dream of loving my children as my parents have loved theirs.

I hope to make an impact in kids lives.

I predict challenges to come but,

I know God and family will be the core of who I am and who I will become

I will change. 

Quote Poem

Bold like Cinnamon

Courage looks like a small child learning to tie his shoes,
like a firefighter entering a
burning building, like a lion roaring
like and athlete collapsing over the finish line,
sweat splashing on the floor, blood
coating their skin, like someone threading a needle
like a fish out of water, like a long winding road
with no end in sight, a battered valentine,
a ripped picture, a crown of thorns, like black coffee,
cinnamon, and peppermint, like David and Goliath, like Martin Luther King
exclaiming “I have a dream!”, like a mother holding her baby,
like shooting a free throw, like singing in front
of thousands of people
like an eagle soaring in the open sky.

Poem from Free Write 2-7-13

The Countdown

12 months of blood, sweat, and tears

11 players who have turned into sisters

10 games remaining to prove our existence 

9 articles undermining the quiet assassin waiting to strike 

8 selfless seniors finishing strong 

7 o’clock, pressures on, these are the moments we live for 

6 years, the dream in the making 

5th ranked team aiming higher

4 quarters to prove our destiny 

3 years of trials waiting to be tested

2 losses waiting to be redeemed 

1 Chance to live our dream 

You can embrace many dreams in a life time and hope they come true. My dream I have embraced the last 4 years of my life is to win the state championship for basketball. 3 years have passed where a team has faced all the trials thrown at them with more practice and hard work, never giving into defeat.  This is the last year, these are the last 10 games to prove and show off those years of hard work and hours upon hours in the gym.  We have called ourselves the dream team, not because we are a team filled with basketball all- stars, but because we are a team who shares a dream.  10 games, that is what it has come down too.  We no longer have the excuse, "I'll do it next year," this is it, it is time.  We have defined ourselves as a team, a family, sisters.  We have seen each other grow and at times know each other better than we know ourselves.  We have always been the team under the radar, the quite assassin.  A few articles and rankings will never change this.  We have faced trials this season we never thought we would face. We must overcome these trials and fight hard.  It is our time. 

Color Poem

Red

Red is apples, cherries, and crayons.

Red is the taste of a spicy red pepper.

Red smells like roses.

Red makes me feel scared and loved all at once.

Red is the sound of horror and soft music.

Red is a bloody battlefield.

Red is sweet.

Red is confidence and strength.

Red is bold.