| The begining to my New Book! |
[Friday, August 22nd, 2003
@ 1:52am] |
Now, remember, it doesnt look right here because here you cant see indentations and all that. So ;)
A Ten Month Year. By Caitlin M*****
"She sells sheshells… no. Wait, I can do it! She sells seashes. Argh!" Little Charlie made me laugh. She was absolutely determined to get the damn tongue twister straight. She's been trying for 3 hours now. Its: She sells seashells by the sea shore. But she would never get that, not with the tooth missing.
Charlie is my little sister. Actually, her name is Charlene. Don't let her catching you call her Charlene, she will kick you in the shin. For about the past three years, she has been nothing but a tom-boy. Wearing jeans and T-Shirts. God help us when she is going to start to need training bras.
Charlie's teacher had taught them over 10 tongue twisters today, and she's been able to nail 7 of them. Exactly how much wood, would a woodchuck, chuck? She asked me that all day. Constant badgering and questioning- I hate that. I would've smacked her, except she "pranced" away like how a woodchuck would. That is- if a woodchuck could prance. She is such a goof-ball. She makes up these completely random things - out of THIN AIR! I was sitting watching TV, and she turns to me and says "bottled water." Yeah, as if I knew what she was talking about. I look at her, raise one eyebrow, and say "Juice Box". She feel over laughing and wouldn't stop for 20 minutes! Total goof-ball, I tell ya.
I look at my schedule for the first time this year. Ugh, I have Stanson… again! I had him last year for English, now I have him for SAT Prep. If there was one thing I couldn't stand my freshman year, it was Stanson. I can't tell if having him 1st period is a blessing or a curse. I get the worst subject over first, but I have nothing to look forward to in the morning as I wake up. I have decided that this is going to be a very, long year.
As the homeroom bell rings, I look around the hallways frantically, looking to see if I can catch where people's lockers are. I see Chris at her new locker. She was wearing a black tank top, with a cute white button down to cover her shoulders, while wearing black jeans and high heeled boots. The same thing I wore last Christmas. As I'm walking toward room C520, someone jumps behind me and covers me eyes. You know that typical-guess-which-of-your-friends-this-is. As if I couldn't tell by all the cold silver on the fingers. It was Katie. She always wore these rings on all of her fingers, but you could never catch another piece of jewelry on her. I saw a good 15 people I knew immediately.
The scariest thing is walking into the 1st period class, not knowing who is in your class yet. I hold my breath and enter. Low and behold, there is Ms. Stanson holding out a piece of paper for me to take.
"Ah! You again!" He looks at me, knowing that this year; he is going to have fun torturing me again. He seems, quite delighted. "Take a seat anywhere." To my surprise, I was the first one there. Not so bad, I get to watch as everyone else enters.
By the beginning of class, I'm calmer. Now that I know 4 of my friends are in the class with me, sitting behind me, in front of me, and beside me. Toward the end of class, I'm fine, because I realize we have no homework- (except to get the needed materials). At the end of class, I'm miserable because Ms. Stanson separated my friends and me, knowing that we would just be the regular chatterboxes - which just isn't true. I never talk. I pay attention and get good grades. Or at least that's what my grandmother wishes.
The rest of the day is like that. The best part is lunch. I find Jeff, and met some of his friends, and then catch up with my friends once I spot them. I sit next to my friend Julie. I call her Jewlz (kind of like the singer.) She slips me a note and it reads:
Yo-
Yeah so I don't know where you are right now, but I have this total hottie sitting next to me in Geometry. I wish you were here. What do you have 7th period? I have lunch. I don't know when I'll give this to you but we have to get together after school and work out our schedules so we know where each other is, so we can chill between classes. Mkay? Dude! I have this new code we can work out for out notes this year! But we might get tired of doing it, so maybe not. Josh is SUCH a cutie… why on EARTH did you brake up with this babe? So, uh.. yeah. I'll talk atcha lata!
Luv - jewlz.
Jewlz is so funny, isn't she? Last year we gave each other notes all the time, and we worked out this code. It's awesome as anything, but it got old, like she said, so I don't think we'll do that again.
"Grandma, Grandpa, I'm home!" I scream through out the house. Then I hear the thumping of footsteps down the stairs. Sure enough it's Charlie.
"How was your day? My day was great! There is this kid in 4th grade! He's 9. He's going to be turning 10! 10! Can you believe it? 10!!! That's DOUBLE DIGITS! I cannot wait till I turn 10. Because then it will mean I'm on the same level as you and Grandma and Grandpa. Mrs. Kay said I had the best back-pack. I told her my sister helped pick it out! Oh did you know that I'm going to be learning how to write in script? Yup! She said the secret was to learn the 'flowiness' of your hand. I don't know what she meant, but I think I can do it! She said that we'll be learning our times tables too! And there is this kid in 4th grade. He's 9. He's going to be turning 10! Wait, I already told you that. What haven't I told you yet? I know there was something I was supposed to tell you! Umm… I can't remember." Charlie is such a girl down at heart.
"Woah - slow down kid! Take a breath." I laugh at her and walk towards the kitchen for a quick drink. "Where's Grandma?" I ask her as she plops down at the kitchen stool.
"Oh yeah! That's what I had to tell you. She went to bring Grandpa to the hospital. She came into my school and told me while we were learning to spell Mississippi." I am slightly worried as she says that, but since she doesn't look worried, I don't want to look worried either.
"Do you know why?" I ask her as I take a sip of my apple juice, looking on the fridge for any signs of a note. None.
"She said he tried to stand up and fell over, and hurt his arm. Can you get me a drink?" She points to the cabinets as if I don't know where they are. I hand her my cup and tell her she can have the rest. She drinks it all and hands me the cup to put into the sink.
"Go do your homework." I tell her as she gets off the stool.
"You go do yours!" She hisses back at me.
"I don't have any." I stick out my tongue and shake my hips and butt. She laughs, runs upstairs and pulls down her backpack full of paper. She pulls out this spiral notebook with Hello Kitty on the cover. I know that in the course of 10 months, that cover will be colored on, ripped apart, and Hello Kitty will look like Goodbye Chinese Food.
Chapter 2
"Grandpa! How are you feeling?" He looks around the house.
"He took a nasty spill. I had to call the ambulance, I could lift him. You know my bad back." Yeah, my grandma has to take care of my grandpa for now on. Since about 3 years now. It's ok now that we have Jeff to help us out. He just moved back into town, so he can help us all the time.
"Grandpa, are you okay?" I look at him in the eyes, so he can see me talking to him.
"Say Eh?" Well at least he knows I'm here today. Sometimes he can be out in another world. "Where is my daughter? I want my daughter!" I look at my grandmother.
"You don't have a daughter, grandpa. You have a son." He looks around the room.
"Nah, I want my daughter, Jeff." A laugh comes out of me. Wait till I tell Jeff that.
"Jeff is your Grandson, Grandpa. Not your daughter." I pat him on the shoulder, giving a sign of relief.
"You sure?"
"Positive. And I'm your Grand daughter. I'm one of your son's daughters."
"You sure?"
"Yes! I'm sure." I laugh.
"You sure?"
"Just don't answer him. You're confusing him." My grandmother buts into the conversation. I walk into the other room and wonder where your mind goes, when you enter into a state like that. Your mind can't be completely gone, can it?
Good Start?
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