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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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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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Saturday, May 23, 2009
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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