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Monday - Nov. 20, 2006
- 2:50 PM - PDT
- #2
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Chapter One
If the world were to end today, I don’t think
I’d care. Nothing in my life matters right now,
but I wish something did. I have a broken
family and friends that are never there. They
might as well just be imaginary.
There is one person though. A boy. He has a
name, but do names really matter. His shaggy,
brown hair covers his eyes as he smiles at me
from across the French classroom. The bell
rings in five, four, three, two, one. The day
is over. I walk past him on the way out and he
stops me. "Hey Daisy." The words travel out his
mouth in slow motion. I have a headache and
can't comprehend what he just said. I mumble
something about being late for violin if I stay
and chat, so I head out the door, forgetting to
tell him good bye.
I step on the city bus and head toward the
back. It is crowded, but I see a seat in the
corner. I just want to sit. I don't know where
I'm headed. Home. I can't go there, no, not
now. My head begins throbbing. It’s been ten
minutes and I get off the bus in front of the
grocery store. I walk inside and the cool air
rejuvenates my body.
The medication is on the other side of the
store, so I slowly head towards it. There is
hardly anyone in the store. I find some Tylenol
and walk over to the cashier. She looks at me
funny, like I might choose to use it to get
high off of, but she can't stop me from buying
it. I give her the five dollar bill out of my
pocket. She hands me the receipts and some
change. The screen says seventy cents, but I
only count sixty. It doesn't matter though; I
am in no mood to argue over a dime.
I walk outside and over to the coke machine. I
put in two quarters and press the button for
water. It spits out a bottle, and I open it. I
remove the lid from the Tylenol and grab a
pill. I stick it in my mouth and swallow. I
gulp down some water and walk towards the
street.
I am only a few blocks from my house now, so I
start to head there. I walk across the street
and there he is. The boy in my French class,
sitting in the car I just walked past. I try to
pretend like he’s not there but I can feel him
staring at the back of my head. I turn around
and he smiles. I can feel the corners of my
mouth rising up, but I don’t want them to. I
turn around and head on home pretending like I
never even saw him.
Chapter Two
I head down my street and pause in
front of my house. The big oak tree beckons to
me. I walk over to it and touch the bark. My
tree house sits up there, somewhere. I set my
bag down next to the trunk and start to climb.
I reach the ladder to the house and set my foot
on it. I am afraid to look down. I haven’t been
up here in years. I cautiously continue to
climb until I am safe inside.
I can’t stand up inside it anymore. I
sit with my legs crossed staring at the broken
pieces of chalk lying on the floor. I pick one
up and begin to draw. I draw Michael and me, up
here playing king and queen just like we used
to when we were six or seven. We would laugh
and never come down until my mom would make me
come inside to eat dinner and Michael would
have to go home.
I don’t know what happened to Michael
and I. We used to talk all the time, but now I
don’t want to say anything to him and come up
with excuse after excuse when he tries to talk
to me. I wish I wasn’t like that though. Every
time I see him I just want to tell him how he
makes me feel, but I can’t. To be perfectly
honest, the only reason I took French was so
that I could have a class with him.
I look down at the drawings and realize
that they are spotted with my tears. Do these
memories really hold that much emotion? Maybe I
should have talked to him today, maybe I should
go inside and call him, but I’d never have the
confidence to do that. I leave my tree house
and chalk drawings behind and head for the
ladder. I climb down, and don’t look anywhere
but straight in front of me until my two feet
are firmly planted on the ground. I pick up my
bag and sling it over my shoulder. I head over
to the door and open it.
I see my dad sitting on the couch. In front of
him is the television screen which he is
staring blankly at. The announcer is talking
about a deadly car accident on the freeway
between Jefferson and Prince. I look at the car
that lies in the bank, crushed and burnt. You
can still see the smoke rising above it. I look
back at my dad and ask him what’s wrong.
“Sit down,” she says as he tries to
smile, but I don’t believe it. I put my
backpack down by the door and take a seat in
the recliner so I won’t have to look directly
at him as he talks. I just want him to tell me
what happened. But then it hits me. That car in
the picture isn’t just any car, it’s my
mother’s. And the lady that died was the person
that I have known and loved for so long. I can
feel my face burning up and I start to
cry. “You figured it out, didn’t you?” he says.
I try to mumble “uh, huh” but nothing
is coming out. My head begins throbbing again.
And I run off to my room, the only place that
will ever be entirely my own.
I hear the door slam behind me, but I
didn’t do it. I throw myself down on top of my
bed and cry. I can hear my dad, crying down the
hall.
Chapter Three
I haven’t moved since yesterday. My
body aches all over as I try to reach over and
turn off my alarm clock. It’s Friday, and I
have to get up and go to school. I stumble out
of bed and walk over to my closet; I put on a
pair of jeans and a white tank. I grab my
converse and a pair of socks and walk out of my
room. As I walk down the hall, I can tell that
my dad isn’t here. There is no bacon frying and
he isn’t snoring so he can’t still be asleep. I
turn around and head for his bedroom. I open
the door and see the bed, untouched. I figure
he must have slept on the couch.
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About Me:
My name is Amy and I am a freshman in high school. I live a seemingly normal and harmless life, but little does anyone know I am melting inside. I am dying to tell the world about the real me because the fake me doesn't cut it anymore. I want to discover my true self and see if it is accepted or rejected. I love to write about issues that the average person would keep hidden. I will tell you absolutely anything you want to know about me because I don't care if you judge me.
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I love to go to malls and hang out with friends. I would die if all movie theatres dissappeared. I love a good laugh and enjoy special moments with the people I love.
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I am a huge fan of alternative because my firends got me hooked. I also enjoy contermporary Christian artists like Switchfoot.
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I see way too many movies to have a favorite. If it has a good plot line, then I like it. The one movie that I saw this summer that really moved me was Click. It had a great message despite all the sick humor.
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I try not to watch too much television, but when I do, it is mostly game shows like Jeopardy and Who Wants to be a Millionare with my mom. I love Full House and Gilmore Girls as well.
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My two favorite books are Aimee and Speak. I don't like traditional books. I prefer books that might actually happen.
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