Jades Impression, Short Mention : Love is Love

Love is love. Real love, doesn’t rely on looks or possessions, it relies on the uniqueness of the one you admire. Real love does not need to have what everyone else has. Real love is between two people who don’t need anything else but each other.

            The loving affect you have, is the same effect as if the sun broke through the dark clouds, like a thrown brick shattering a glass window, leaking out light. This light brings happiness, and the feeling of compassion.  Slowly the sun light continues to break through the blackened clouds allowing the sun light stream and over flow the darkness set before it. The darkness is now non-existent, and as long as you are still with me, I will never see that darkness again. I will only see light. I will watch the light grow stronger, but never weaker. Your light has shown me compassion. You are my light. My happiness. 

Jades Impression: Pure Pressure : Short story

I got a text from my friend and she sends "hanging out by the bridge after school, you comin?"  As I read this I am in my math class in the back corner gazing up at the clock which read 2:55. I have five more minutes, and this entire day I have had nothing but school work so I decided I wanted some "friend time". I shot my text to my friend accepting the invite.

"There you are! I thought you were going to stand me up" said a short blonde haired girl as I started to walk towards her. 

"No I wouldn't- I said with a bit of a chuckle- "I just had to go to my locker first so I could drop off my textbooks, sorry I took so long" 

"Oh that's fine as long as you weren't ditching your best friend, its all good" she replied as we started to walk off school property.

We were heading towards this old bridge where most people like to sit under neither. Over the years people moved rocks and even brought plastic chairs to kind of make a seating area, so we used that as our hang out. As we were getting closer I could see other human figures sitting on the rocks and chairs. I could tell my friend saw it to because she had a big smile on her face and started to walk a bit faster. As we got closer the people got more clear, and you could see more details. They were two older looking boys. You could see the detail in their clothing. I also could see what they were doing. Around their feet there were bottles. Beer bottles. In their hands they had cigarettes and blunts. Again my friend saw this as well and she walked faster and went up to them and sat down. Then even more to my surprise she took the cigarette from one of the guys and started taking puffs. After that she picked up one of the bottles and started to sip from it. I couldn't believe what was happening. I continued walking and just stood there.

"Oh how stupid of me- said my friend after taking another sip from the bottle- " Jade this is Brad and Charley, they're new friends I have been hanging out with and then I thought why not invite them here?" 

"Here have a seat there's plenty to share" motions one of the boys to a rock beside him. Then with my natural instincts I just sat down with no thought. After I sat down that's when all the thoughts came into play. The thoughts of "Why am I hear?" or "What has gotten into my friend?".

"Here take some, before we take it all" said the other boy trying to hand my a blunt and a bottle. I just couldn't do it. "No thanks I'm okay" The boy had a confused look on his face.

"Oh come on its totally fine, just take it. We don't mind sharing" I started to feel even more uncomfortable than before, but I shook my head and declined.

"Why would you even bring her here if she is even going to have a sip or a puff? She's just a buzz kill" Charley said while looking right at my friend. She is now feeling embarrassed because she brought me and shot me a look while saying "I don't know, I thought she would be cool with it- now facing towards me she says - " Why are you such a buzz kill today? You are always up for adventure and trying new things, this is just like it" Now all three of them are bantering at me and pressuring me into doing these things,but being a human I make mistakes and give in. I did do the drugs they had there, and I did drink out of the bottle, and I hated every single moment of it, but I only did it because the feeling of this pressure from these people was hard, and just doing what they told me to do was the easy way out.

This story is not true, but everyone can face pure pressure. It is easier to give in to things whatever it might be, but it is not always the best thing. Stay strong, stand up for yourself and don't give in.

Jades Impression: Family Confession

You left. As soon as you found out I was coming you left. You left the woman who loved you and though you were the one, to deal with all this stress by herself. While you went off to be with some other women who you had to pay to get a compliment. You were a fool. Once I came, me and the woman you left had to fend for ourselves. Just us two. After a couple years you decide to come back, and pretended to care. You tried to steal me back, while you pushed the woman away farther than before. You tried to convince me the reason why you weren't in my life till now was because the woman took me from you. At the age I was at, I started to believe that, and even turned against the woman myself. 

As I matured, my eyes opened and I realized that now I am the fool. I found out the type of person that you really are. I was so blind, and never realized this. All the negative feelings I had, I kept them to myself. I didn't have the backbone to stand up to you because of the fear of you "pushing me around" to make sure your point clear. Until one day that backbone came in. I was done with your ways, and how you tossed me around and when you chose to love me whenever you wanted. I am not your toy. I am not a toy that you can play with when your in the mood and then throw it into the bottom of the toy chest when you are finished. I am not the toy that you only play with when you have nothing better to do. I stood up to you, and spat the truth into your face. You couldn't handle it, you couldn't handle  that you were not in control anymore. So you did what you do best. You left. You left me like you left the woman.

I have became someone. I have life plans. I am making myself into someone. Now that I have aged and became a young mature adult, you decided to come back. Thinking that you could just walk into my life. You thought wrong. They way you made me try to earn your love, is the same thing I am doing to you.  You were not there. My love is earned, especially after the ways you treated me.To this day you disgust me. Whenever I think of our memories I cry. Imagining "No one, especially a child deserves to go through that". You've lost your chance with me. You have lost the biggest and greatest opportunity of your life. You have lost the right to be called "Dad". 

Inspiration : Song written my Kelly Clarkson " Piece by Piece"  

Jades Impression: Judgment ~short script~

 "Oh my goodness guys It's Jade..." Says the teenage brunette girl to her group of friends. "What is she wearing? That style is so cheap, it looks like it came from the thrift store" replied a well dressed girl standing to the left of the brunette.  " What mirror did she look into  make her think like that she even remotely looks good" added in another girl. The group of girls continued to talk terrible things about Jade until she passed by and was not in any sight. As Jade passes the group, getting a handful of judgmental looks. Like the girls were scanning her entire body like it was an inspection. Following the gazes from the girls Jade could hear the hurtful comments, and they struck her. Jade kept walking until her back was facing them,with her eyes filling with tears. She rushes to the nearest bathroom as the tears stream down her face. In the bathroom all alone hunched over the high school bathroom counter looking into the mirror asking herself "Why? Why do I have to look like this? Why can't I just be like everyone else? No on accepts me..." Scanning her red and tear stained face in the mirror she just blinks and let's a whole new river of tears flow down her cheeks. Now can't stand the look of herself she locks herself in a bathroom stall, and replays all the hurtful things the girls have said about her. Making Jade think more and more of how much she hates being different then everyone else.

See reading this story is a little realization. When you judge someone on anything and you don't know their story especially, it can be quite damaging. In this case "Jade" is a high school girl, who's family doesn't have very much money and is struggling to get by. Jade works jobs just to help support after the father left. She couldn't afford the nicest and newest things. The girls in the group didn't know that, but they sure didn't make an impact. Well I good one at the most. 

If you have nothing good to say, don't say anything at all. Keep the negative thoughts to yourself. Play nice and WWJD.

(Story is not true. Used my name so it wouldn't target anyone, but that still doesn't mean that stuff like this doesn't happen)

Jades Impression: Battling Anxiety Confession

 I opened my eyes and looked at the clock. It read 3:20 am. I quickly thought to myself " I have less than four hours till I have to get up". As that one thought goes through my brain I close my eyes and drift back asleep. Next thing I know I am being woken up by the sound of my alarm clock and it read 6:45 am. I reach over and turn off my alarm and roll back over into bed and found myself staring up at the ceiling. I started to cry, realizing I had to get up and face many people today. I stay in bed till the morning sunrise comes up through my blinds displaying rectangular shadows onto my bed covers. Now looking at the clock and its 7:20 am. Telling myself its time to get up. I get up and get all my morning chores done and getting myself ready to leave for school. I put on my mask of a smile and greet my family good morning.
In the car on my way to school with my younger sister sitting  in the front seat with me slouched in the back seat. Dropping me off first, pulling up to the high school being flooded by students from vehicles. I to get out of the car like all the other students getting dropped off. And I am taking so much will power not to cry and just run away. Not wanting to face these people, not wanting them to look at me and for them to figure out who I really am. Having to face and being forced to talk to people because its a "group activity". Being made to speak out, and just having the fear of people watching me and judging whatever escapes my lips. Going to sit alone in a big empty room for lunch because I don't want the feeling of gazing eyes at me. Just wanting to cry and leave this place of torture. My head. This place were I am trapped, not being able to escape to be myself or run away from the negative things I make myself think what others may say, or think about me if they see me.
It is now 8:30 pm and I am lying in bed. Closing my tear filled eyes just thinking "lets do this all again tomorrow".

Jades Impression: Acceptance

I look into my mirror gazing at myself from head to toe. Looking in disgust of my body. Thinking all the negative thoughts that enter my head. Taking those thoughts and over thinking them leading me into a depressive state. I lean forward into my mirror, looking closer at my face. I scan my face looking at all the blemishes and think to myself  "everyone else's skin is clear or at least better then mine, why me?" I back away slowly still keeping eye contact with myself, with tears starting to stream down my face. I start to take of my clothing until I reached my under garments. I look at my bare legs, with the marks, bruises, stretch marks and cellulite. My eyes  slowly look up to my mid section. Gazing upon my belly thinking its not flat enough, and that my waist is to wide. I raise up my arms, looking at my underpart of my biceps, feeling like I can take flight with my "wings". Then I connect eye contact with myself again and observe my face. Back again in the same place thinking all negative thoughts. I start to cry, and feel unworthy, unloved. I feel like I have been punched in the stomach, and I fall to the floor. Then I say to myself, "Why do I have to look like this? Why do I have to have this skin and figure?" After that I prayed to God. He reassured me," you do not need acceptance from anyone but me". Before I was even born he accepted me. That's all that matters. One day I will find someone who will accept me for me.


I have stretch marks, cellulite, acne and my body is a bigger figure. But that is what makes me, me. God accepts you and you don't have to earn his acceptance. He loves you flaws and all, and if you havent already, you will find someone in this world who accepts you for you. WWJD.

Jades Impression : How I imagine entering Heaven would be like Pt. 1

You open your eyes and sit up from where you lay, looking around your  surroundings. As you look around you see nothing but clouds at ground level. Looking down and feeling the ground you realize what you sit on is a cloud itself. Then you look up right in front of you and gaze upon huge golden gates lined with diamonds. As you stand up and stride toward these marvellous gates, a bright shinning light, brightest you have ever seen, with snow white feathered wings that stretched outward. With a silky white robe that looks like it has never seen filth, and brown strapped sandals with gold buckles holding them in place. This source of light stands on the opposite side of the gate raising its hands toward the higher sky making the gates slowly unfold and open to your presence. Once the gates are fully open the creature steps forward towards you holding out a hand. The hand looks soft and gentle with no flaws to it. The hand reaches for yours and a powerful voice says " Welcome Home".

This is part one of what i think the after life would be like, will be continued.(: