Sorry, guys. I haven't posted in FOREVERZ.
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I unpacked my laptop and booted it up. I logged in to check my email and Emily IMed me.
"'Mandy?"
"Hey." I responded.
"So...didja get anything?" she asked.
"Yup. A novel and a sketchpad. Just what I expected. How's your dad?"
"Okay. He's taking us all out for ice cream as soon as he gets unpacked."
"*Sigh*"
"?"
"Nothing. You just have an awesome family, that's all. You're all "yay, ice cream and happiness," while we're basically just fighting all the time."
"Amanda, that's not true. We DEFINITELY have our troubles."
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"Like what? Arguing over who has to walk the dog?"
"Well... Yeah. Frankly, Amanda, you have it pretty bad. It could definitely be worse, but my life's a cakewalk compared to yours. And I'm really sorry. But all I can really do is be there for you. Isn't that enough?"
"Of COURSE it's enough, em, you're AMAZING. I dunno what I'd do without you."
""
" right back at you!"
I grabbed my new sketchbook and my favorite pencil out of the drawer in my bedside table. Flipping to the first page, I tapped out "Just a minute. I'mma drawing something." and sent it to Emily.
I had almost finished the hair on my picture of Emily when she replied.
"Can we skype? I wanna see what you're drawing."
"Sure." I replied, and opened Skype.
"You there?" I heard Emily's voice though my laptop's tiny speakers.
"Yup," I clicked "Start my video" and a small box showing my face appeared next to Emily's smiling one.
"Lemme see what you're drawing." she pleaded, but I shook my head.
"When it's done." I turned back to the sketch, and drew eyes, a mouth, and a nose. I finished the neck, shoulders, and torso, and began shading the face and shirt.
"Come on!" begged Emily, but I continued to shake my head. I drew part of an arm, then started on the body of the other person.
When I was finally finished, I turned the sketchbook to face my webcam, letting Emily see my drawing. It was of the two of us, arms linked and heads bonking. Her long, silky hair was tucked neatly behind her ears, while my short, red hair was in messy pigtails.
"It's amazing." she gasped. "I wish I could draw like that."
"You could if you practiced." I put down the sketchbook. "You're pretty good, just afraid to draw. Besides, I'm not very good myself."
"Yes, you-- What?" she called to her bedroom door, responding to a voice I couldn't hear. "Okay! I have to go." She turned back to me and waved.
"Bye." I waved back, then closed the window.
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I sighed and touched up the shading on my drawing. Then I went over to my desk, opened one of the drawers, and retrieved my favorite set of colored pencils, which I had only used twice. I went back to my bed and sat down, opening the box. I breathed in the fresh, addicting aroma of bare wood. Selecting a vibrant red, I colored in my hair, then searched for a brown to tint it.
I must have been coloring for a long time, because when I looked up, my alarm clock said 3:30. I got up and stretched, then realized I needed to go to the bathroom. I decided to use the one downstairs, my legs could use it.
Once I had finished, I grabbed some Q-tips to clean my ears. I opened the cabinet under the sink to throw them away, when I saw it. Or them, I suppose. At least half a dozen pregnancy tests, all positive. Oh, god, oh, god! I tried desperately to think of whose they could be, besides the obvious answer. My mother's friend had come over a few days ago, she might've used the bathroom...and taken pregnancy tests in it. Oh, PLEASE let this be a practical joke. I thought.
I knew this had to be dealt with. I carefully grabbed the sticks, and wrapped them in a wad of toilet paper. Then I stomped into the living room, the package at arm's length.
"Care to explain these?" I asked, tossing then onto the table in front of my parents.
"What... Oh, my god." my mother put her hands to her mouth.
"Jeanie?" my dad reached out to take one of the sticks. "What? Augh!" he dropped it on the floor, then stared at my mother. "But we haven't-- I've been on the couch-- Who is it?" he thundered, standing up to his full height and staring down my mother.
"I-- I was going to... Amanda, please leave." she pointed in the general direction of my room.
"No." I spoke with such force that even my furious father turned to look at me in amazement. "I will not leave until you tell me exactly what is going on here, and I swear, if you are not truthful to the letter, I will go and live with Emily, or I will live on the streets, because if what I think is going on here is, I have no mother." My voice shook with rage, and even my six foot tall father seemed small.
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Monday, June 22, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Chapter 1, Part 4
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"Emily? Amanda? Shawn?" Denise called from the doorway, holding reusable bags bursting with groceries in each arm.
"I thought you were just going to get stuff for pancakes!" Emily cried, rushing up to her mother and grabbing a grocery bag.
"Why'd you get carrots?" I asked, pulling them from the bag I had taken.
"We were out?" Denise laughed. "Bring those into the kitchen here," she called. "and we'll get started on those pancakes." Emily and I followed her eagerly, the taste of maple syrup already on our tongues.
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"Well, I should go." I said, getting up from Emily's bed, where we had been working on our social studies essays together. "It's already 11:30." I explained to the puppy-faced Emily on the bed.
"Email me later to tell me what your parents pulled out of their hats to show you their love." Emily chuckled, packing up my laptop for me.
"Will do, Captain." I grabbed my clothes and pajamas from on the floor and stuffed them into my backpack. "Oh, when's your dad coming back from that business trip, anyway?"
"Today, I think. When my mom talked to him last night he said his flight left at eight this morning." Just then, we heard the front door opening, followed by Roswald barking for all he was worth. We rushed downstairs to see Emily's dad put down his suitcases, only to be smothered my Denise's kisses.
"Hey, can you wait till I go back upstairs?" cried Emily, squeezing between her parents to give Andrew Whittaker a hug.
"Hi, Mr. Whittaker." I said timidly from the stairway. "How was your trip?"
"Amanda, hi!" he laughed, walking over to give me a bear hug. "Looks like I've got the whole welcoming party, huh?"
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"My trip was okay," Mr. Whittaker smiled as he scratched Roswald's head. "But, boy, is it great to be home. Has anyone seen Shawn?"
"Last I checked, he took half the pancakes up to his room to eat while he played World of Warcraft." Emily replied, rolling her eyes. I looked at my r watch.
"Sorry, but I should really go. It was nice to see you, Mr. Whittaker." I called, running up the stairs.
About ten minutes later, after arguing with Denise about how I really didn't need the leftover pancakes, I was almost home.
"Mom? Dad?" I called, putting my backpack down and my keys on the shelf by the door.
"Amanda!" my mother cried, running in from the kitchen, holding a small package. Parents could be so predictable. "Ron! Ronald, she's home! Oh, Amanda!" Here came the smothering hugs, then Dad coming in with another package. Why did my life always seem like a movie I had seen many times before, where everything happened exactly the same, and there was never any variety?
I shrugged off my parents, taking my presents (a novel and a sketchbook, what a surprise) up to my room.
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"Emily? Amanda? Shawn?" Denise called from the doorway, holding reusable bags bursting with groceries in each arm.
"I thought you were just going to get stuff for pancakes!" Emily cried, rushing up to her mother and grabbing a grocery bag.
"Why'd you get carrots?" I asked, pulling them from the bag I had taken.
"We were out?" Denise laughed. "Bring those into the kitchen here," she called. "and we'll get started on those pancakes." Emily and I followed her eagerly, the taste of maple syrup already on our tongues.
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"Well, I should go." I said, getting up from Emily's bed, where we had been working on our social studies essays together. "It's already 11:30." I explained to the puppy-faced Emily on the bed.
"Email me later to tell me what your parents pulled out of their hats to show you their love." Emily chuckled, packing up my laptop for me.
"Will do, Captain." I grabbed my clothes and pajamas from on the floor and stuffed them into my backpack. "Oh, when's your dad coming back from that business trip, anyway?"
"Today, I think. When my mom talked to him last night he said his flight left at eight this morning." Just then, we heard the front door opening, followed by Roswald barking for all he was worth. We rushed downstairs to see Emily's dad put down his suitcases, only to be smothered my Denise's kisses.
"Hey, can you wait till I go back upstairs?" cried Emily, squeezing between her parents to give Andrew Whittaker a hug.
"Hi, Mr. Whittaker." I said timidly from the stairway. "How was your trip?"
"Amanda, hi!" he laughed, walking over to give me a bear hug. "Looks like I've got the whole welcoming party, huh?"
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"My trip was okay," Mr. Whittaker smiled as he scratched Roswald's head. "But, boy, is it great to be home. Has anyone seen Shawn?"
"Last I checked, he took half the pancakes up to his room to eat while he played World of Warcraft." Emily replied, rolling her eyes. I looked at my r watch.
"Sorry, but I should really go. It was nice to see you, Mr. Whittaker." I called, running up the stairs.
About ten minutes later, after arguing with Denise about how I really didn't need the leftover pancakes, I was almost home.
"Mom? Dad?" I called, putting my backpack down and my keys on the shelf by the door.
"Amanda!" my mother cried, running in from the kitchen, holding a small package. Parents could be so predictable. "Ron! Ronald, she's home! Oh, Amanda!" Here came the smothering hugs, then Dad coming in with another package. Why did my life always seem like a movie I had seen many times before, where everything happened exactly the same, and there was never any variety?
I shrugged off my parents, taking my presents (a novel and a sketchbook, what a surprise) up to my room.
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Saturday, May 23, 2009
Chapter 1, Part 3
You guys are so nice! Thanks for the comments.
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"Amanda? Amanda? Wake up."
"Hmmmmraughglfmmm?" I groaned, stretching.
"You fell asleep." Emily's smirking face slowly came into focus.
"What? No! Did Victor find out about Roxanne's affair? What happened?" I heard Denise laughing.
"Yeah, he caught them getting intimate in the men's room. It was hysterical." Emily chuckled, grabbing the popcorn bowl off the coffee table.
"Did he ever ask what's-her-name out?" I rubbed my eyes, sitting up.
"Sarah? Yeah. It was really sweet." I got up and yawned.
"How long was I out?"
"Over an hour." Came Denise's voice. "You two go get ready for bed. Lights out in 45 minutes, and I want a minimum of whispering."
"Got it." We groaned, trudging up the stairs. We brushed our teeth and went to get our pajamas on, when I realized I had only brought a pajama shirt. The bottoms must still be in my dresser. "Great. I can't sleep in jeans." I tossed a pitiful glance at Emily, who promptly threw a pair of boxer shorts at my face. "Eew, whose are these?" I asked, pinching my nose and holding them at arm's length.
"Mine, idiot. They were having a sale and they make awesome pajama bottoms."
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Toooo-weet! Weetweetweetweeeeeet!
I groaned and rubbed my eyes. "Oh!" I noticed the beautiful bluejay sitting on Emily's windowsill, cocking it's head to the side and tapping on the window with its strong black beak.
I pulled the covers back and slid out of bed, trying not to move suddenly.
"Hello, there." I whispered, slowly creeping to the window. "The service here is wonderful," I cooed, glancing at Emily's alarm clock. "Your wake-up call is right on time." I gently laid my hand against the cool glass. The bird was so close, but I couldn't touch it.
Another bluejay swooped by, and the one on the windowsill followed eagerly. The twirled around each other, a whirl of blue against a lighter sky. I watched them until they flew out of sight.
"Eeeeemiilyyyyyy...." I whispered. "Eeeemillyyyyy...Wake up!"
"Aaaahhh!" She snorted, thrashing about and jumping, landing in a tangled heap on the floor. I bounced onto the bed and looked over it to make sure she was okay, then we both erupted laughing.
"F-f-frammit, Amanda." Emily stood up, wiping the tears from her eyes. "What time is it?"
"Seven-thirty, Lazybones. Let's go guilt some pancakes from your mom, huh?"
"Yeah!" She cried, and rushed to the door.
"Wait, no!" I grabbed a lock of her silky chocolate-colored hair. "I have to get dressed first. What if Shawn's down there? I don't care how close we are, but he is not seeing me in boxer shorts and a ripped Lisa Simpson shirt."
"Come, on!" She sighed, "He never wakes up before noon on a weekend, anyway."
"I don't care." I pulled my backpack out from under the bed, and took my clothes out. "Besides, I'm cold, and Roswald always licks my legs when I wear shorts. It's weird."
"Fine." Emily rolled her eyes and got her own clothes, too.
Once we had gotten dressed, we raced downstairs, and bounced into the kitchen, requests for pancakes already on our lips. But instead of Denise laughing at our jumbled words, it was Emily's lanky, 15-year-old brother, Shawn, putting away Roswald's food.
"Shawn?" cried Emily in amazement.
"I told you!" I laughed. "Where's Den-- er, your mom?" I asked.
"She ran to the store to grab stuff for pancakes, the psychic." He straightened, revealing that he was only wearing boxers and a T-shirt, and promptly turned bright red. "And I," He called, running up the stairs, "am off to get dressed!"
Emily and I just stood there for a minute, then collapsed onto the floor, holding our sides and laughing for all we were worth.
"Can you imagine," I gasped. "how much funnier it would have been--"
"If you hadn't changed?" Emily, laughed, helping me up.
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"Amanda? Amanda? Wake up."
"Hmmmmraughglfmmm?" I groaned, stretching.
"You fell asleep." Emily's smirking face slowly came into focus.
"What? No! Did Victor find out about Roxanne's affair? What happened?" I heard Denise laughing.
"Yeah, he caught them getting intimate in the men's room. It was hysterical." Emily chuckled, grabbing the popcorn bowl off the coffee table.
"Did he ever ask what's-her-name out?" I rubbed my eyes, sitting up.
"Sarah? Yeah. It was really sweet." I got up and yawned.
"How long was I out?"
"Over an hour." Came Denise's voice. "You two go get ready for bed. Lights out in 45 minutes, and I want a minimum of whispering."
"Got it." We groaned, trudging up the stairs. We brushed our teeth and went to get our pajamas on, when I realized I had only brought a pajama shirt. The bottoms must still be in my dresser. "Great. I can't sleep in jeans." I tossed a pitiful glance at Emily, who promptly threw a pair of boxer shorts at my face. "Eew, whose are these?" I asked, pinching my nose and holding them at arm's length.
"Mine, idiot. They were having a sale and they make awesome pajama bottoms."
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Toooo-weet! Weetweetweetweeeeeet!
I groaned and rubbed my eyes. "Oh!" I noticed the beautiful bluejay sitting on Emily's windowsill, cocking it's head to the side and tapping on the window with its strong black beak.
I pulled the covers back and slid out of bed, trying not to move suddenly.
"Hello, there." I whispered, slowly creeping to the window. "The service here is wonderful," I cooed, glancing at Emily's alarm clock. "Your wake-up call is right on time." I gently laid my hand against the cool glass. The bird was so close, but I couldn't touch it.
Another bluejay swooped by, and the one on the windowsill followed eagerly. The twirled around each other, a whirl of blue against a lighter sky. I watched them until they flew out of sight.
"Eeeeemiilyyyyyy...." I whispered. "Eeeemillyyyyy...Wake up!"
"Aaaahhh!" She snorted, thrashing about and jumping, landing in a tangled heap on the floor. I bounced onto the bed and looked over it to make sure she was okay, then we both erupted laughing.
"F-f-frammit, Amanda." Emily stood up, wiping the tears from her eyes. "What time is it?"
"Seven-thirty, Lazybones. Let's go guilt some pancakes from your mom, huh?"
"Yeah!" She cried, and rushed to the door.
"Wait, no!" I grabbed a lock of her silky chocolate-colored hair. "I have to get dressed first. What if Shawn's down there? I don't care how close we are, but he is not seeing me in boxer shorts and a ripped Lisa Simpson shirt."
"Come, on!" She sighed, "He never wakes up before noon on a weekend, anyway."
"I don't care." I pulled my backpack out from under the bed, and took my clothes out. "Besides, I'm cold, and Roswald always licks my legs when I wear shorts. It's weird."
"Fine." Emily rolled her eyes and got her own clothes, too.
Once we had gotten dressed, we raced downstairs, and bounced into the kitchen, requests for pancakes already on our lips. But instead of Denise laughing at our jumbled words, it was Emily's lanky, 15-year-old brother, Shawn, putting away Roswald's food.
"Shawn?" cried Emily in amazement.
"I told you!" I laughed. "Where's Den-- er, your mom?" I asked.
"She ran to the store to grab stuff for pancakes, the psychic." He straightened, revealing that he was only wearing boxers and a T-shirt, and promptly turned bright red. "And I," He called, running up the stairs, "am off to get dressed!"
Emily and I just stood there for a minute, then collapsed onto the floor, holding our sides and laughing for all we were worth.
"Can you imagine," I gasped. "how much funnier it would have been--"
"If you hadn't changed?" Emily, laughed, helping me up.
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Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Chapter 1, Part 2
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"There's nothing for you to apologize for, honey. It's your parents who should be apologizing to you."
"Oh. Well, um, I should go now." She smiled.
"Absolutely. Don't let me keep you."
I reseated myself and pedaled around to the front of the house, then out onto the street.
It was less than a five minute ride to Emily's house, so I was parking my bike on her back patio in no time. I rummaged through my pockets for my keys, and slipped my spare one for the Whittaker residence into the lock.
"Emily?" I called, closing the door behind me. I heard a clatter, then quick thumping down the stairs.
"Amanda!" she cried, but the smile on her face quickly faded when she saw the expression on mine. "Oh, no. Again? Come on up," she beckoned to me as she grabbed a package of cookies from the kitchen counter. "and tell me all about it."
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Half a box of cookies and 20 minutes later, we had moved on to our annoying social studies teacher and the essay that was due on Wednesday.
"Emily?" someone called from downstairs. "Who's up there with you?"
"Oh, it's Amanda." Emily said as Denise Whittaker opened the bedroom door. "She needs to sleep over tonight."
"Oh, good! I was just about to make some popcorn. You girls wanna come down and watch a sappy chick flick with me and Roswald?" I almost laughed. Sappy movies, junk food, and the Whittaker's adorable chocolate lab was just what I needed.
"Sure!" Emily and I leapt up from her bed and followed Denise downstairs.
"Victor, you idiot! She's totally cheating on you! Jeez!" I threw my hands up in the air. "Hollywood can make pretty stupid people." Denise and Emily laughed their identical wind chime giggles while Roswald poked around on the floor for dropped popcorn.
"Anyone want more popcorn?" Denise asked, pausing the movie and getting up.
"Yes, please!" I said, getting up as well. "Could I come in with you?"
"Sure, sweetie." she smiled, ruffling my hair. "We'll be right back, Em."
"Oh, sure!" grinned Emily, rolling her eyes. "Go have bonding mother-daughter time with your daughter's FRIEND, while leaving your CHILD to stroke the dog!"
Chuckling, Denise and I entered the kitchen. "What's up, hon?" Asked Denise, grabbing a bag of popcorn from the cabinet.
"Well, I've been thinking," I said. "And I'm wondering if my parents should get a divorce. I mean, it'd be easier in the long run, anyway, cause they wouldn't be together nearly as much.
"Well," Denise sighed, popping the bag into the microwave and pushing some buttons. "for some people, divorce is absolutely the best option, and they accept that. But sometimes, people are blind to the fact that their marriage is falling apart, because they're stuck in the days when they first fell in love, and convinced that things haven't changed.
"See, people change a lot between 18 and 30, more than they realize. And when you marry young, and then change, their relationship often becomes very difficult to maintain. But, like I said, they're remembering the earlier days, and they think they're just going through a bit of a rough patch."
"One that lasts two years?"
"Yeah. The smartest of people can become the dumbest when it comes to love."
"Or lack thereof. Thanks, Denise. You know how awesome you are, right?" She grinned.
"Well, yes, but it's nice to be reminded sometimes."
"Hey, are you two done sapping yet, or do I have to get my own popcorn?" Emily said from the doorway, grinning.
"Okay, Miss Lazy McUnsensitive-Pants." I laughed.
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"There's nothing for you to apologize for, honey. It's your parents who should be apologizing to you."
"Oh. Well, um, I should go now." She smiled.
"Absolutely. Don't let me keep you."
I reseated myself and pedaled around to the front of the house, then out onto the street.
It was less than a five minute ride to Emily's house, so I was parking my bike on her back patio in no time. I rummaged through my pockets for my keys, and slipped my spare one for the Whittaker residence into the lock.
"Emily?" I called, closing the door behind me. I heard a clatter, then quick thumping down the stairs.
"Amanda!" she cried, but the smile on her face quickly faded when she saw the expression on mine. "Oh, no. Again? Come on up," she beckoned to me as she grabbed a package of cookies from the kitchen counter. "and tell me all about it."
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Half a box of cookies and 20 minutes later, we had moved on to our annoying social studies teacher and the essay that was due on Wednesday.
"Emily?" someone called from downstairs. "Who's up there with you?"
"Oh, it's Amanda." Emily said as Denise Whittaker opened the bedroom door. "She needs to sleep over tonight."
"Oh, good! I was just about to make some popcorn. You girls wanna come down and watch a sappy chick flick with me and Roswald?" I almost laughed. Sappy movies, junk food, and the Whittaker's adorable chocolate lab was just what I needed.
"Sure!" Emily and I leapt up from her bed and followed Denise downstairs.
"Victor, you idiot! She's totally cheating on you! Jeez!" I threw my hands up in the air. "Hollywood can make pretty stupid people." Denise and Emily laughed their identical wind chime giggles while Roswald poked around on the floor for dropped popcorn.
"Anyone want more popcorn?" Denise asked, pausing the movie and getting up.
"Yes, please!" I said, getting up as well. "Could I come in with you?"
"Sure, sweetie." she smiled, ruffling my hair. "We'll be right back, Em."
"Oh, sure!" grinned Emily, rolling her eyes. "Go have bonding mother-daughter time with your daughter's FRIEND, while leaving your CHILD to stroke the dog!"
Chuckling, Denise and I entered the kitchen. "What's up, hon?" Asked Denise, grabbing a bag of popcorn from the cabinet.
"Well, I've been thinking," I said. "And I'm wondering if my parents should get a divorce. I mean, it'd be easier in the long run, anyway, cause they wouldn't be together nearly as much.
"Well," Denise sighed, popping the bag into the microwave and pushing some buttons. "for some people, divorce is absolutely the best option, and they accept that. But sometimes, people are blind to the fact that their marriage is falling apart, because they're stuck in the days when they first fell in love, and convinced that things haven't changed.
"See, people change a lot between 18 and 30, more than they realize. And when you marry young, and then change, their relationship often becomes very difficult to maintain. But, like I said, they're remembering the earlier days, and they think they're just going through a bit of a rough patch."
"One that lasts two years?"
"Yeah. The smartest of people can become the dumbest when it comes to love."
"Or lack thereof. Thanks, Denise. You know how awesome you are, right?" She grinned.
"Well, yes, but it's nice to be reminded sometimes."
"Hey, are you two done sapping yet, or do I have to get my own popcorn?" Emily said from the doorway, grinning.
"Okay, Miss Lazy McUnsensitive-Pants." I laughed.
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Sunday, May 17, 2009
Chapter 1, Part 1
Thank you for following, Emmy. Remember to comment, everyone! I did this a long time ago, so it's kind of bad, but I promise the writing will get better!
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They were fighting again. Terrible, hurtful words clashing against each other, weaving into the thick tapestry of profanity hanging above our living room.
I tried to block it out, cover it up. No use. If only they weren't so loud...
I began packing a bag. Clothes for tomorrow, pajamas, hairbrush. What was I missing? Deodorant, my little laptop and it's power cord, and my binder. I grabbed a Post-it and wrote a quick note to my quarreling parents. "At Emily's for the night, be back by noon tomorrow, if you even care. Amanda" I smiled. That'd get their attention. I'd waltz in at 11:45 and be showered in hugs, a new book or two, and hopefully a new sketchpad. It would all be superficial, and last less than 24 hours, but it felt nice while it was there.
I stuck the note onto my bedroom door, and went into the bathroom to get my toothbrush.
Stowing my toiletries in my backpack, I opened the window above my bed and stuffed it out onto the roof. After I had managed to squeeze out, I donned the backpack and scooted to the edge of the roof and stood up, grabbing the large tree limb above me.
Climbing down in record time, I grabbed my bike from the back porch and mounted it, ready to ride to Emily's.
"Fighting again, huh?"
I whirled around, nearly falling off my bike. "Oh, Ms. Elitemen*!" I gasped. "It's you."
"Unless it's not." she chuckled. "So. Wanna answer my question? Not that it really needs answering, the way they're going at it."
"Oh. Um, yeah. I'm just going to Emily's for the night. I'm sorry if they're disturbing you."
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*Pronounced eh-LEET-eh-mehn.
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They were fighting again. Terrible, hurtful words clashing against each other, weaving into the thick tapestry of profanity hanging above our living room.
I tried to block it out, cover it up. No use. If only they weren't so loud...
I began packing a bag. Clothes for tomorrow, pajamas, hairbrush. What was I missing? Deodorant, my little laptop and it's power cord, and my binder. I grabbed a Post-it and wrote a quick note to my quarreling parents. "At Emily's for the night, be back by noon tomorrow, if you even care. Amanda" I smiled. That'd get their attention. I'd waltz in at 11:45 and be showered in hugs, a new book or two, and hopefully a new sketchpad. It would all be superficial, and last less than 24 hours, but it felt nice while it was there.
I stuck the note onto my bedroom door, and went into the bathroom to get my toothbrush.
Stowing my toiletries in my backpack, I opened the window above my bed and stuffed it out onto the roof. After I had managed to squeeze out, I donned the backpack and scooted to the edge of the roof and stood up, grabbing the large tree limb above me.
Climbing down in record time, I grabbed my bike from the back porch and mounted it, ready to ride to Emily's.
"Fighting again, huh?"
I whirled around, nearly falling off my bike. "Oh, Ms. Elitemen*!" I gasped. "It's you."
"Unless it's not." she chuckled. "So. Wanna answer my question? Not that it really needs answering, the way they're going at it."
"Oh. Um, yeah. I'm just going to Emily's for the night. I'm sorry if they're disturbing you."
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*Pronounced eh-LEET-eh-mehn.
Hello, everybody!
Okay, so I've been writing this story. I'm going to post installments on this blog. At first they'll be pretty frequent, since I have a lot written up, but once I start writing as I post, it'll be a lot longer between entries.
I will post the first entry in a little while. Please comment and tell me what you think. Thanks!
I will post the first entry in a little while. Please comment and tell me what you think. Thanks!
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