Table of contents: The beginning………………. Home…………………………… Rose……………………………. Crime strikes again………. Another Sad Story……….. Happiness and Sorrow….. Finally.………………………. School………………………… The Party…………………….. Spencer <3………………….. What happens Next?......... It’s over?........................... Home……………………………. The end………………………….
Chapter one
Y
The Beginning
elling and screaming shot threw my house. I was only 13 and I felt like a
mother already. Taking care of a 6 year old and a 5 year old wasn’t easy but I still strived to keep their souls alive. I, a young, free spirited girl was locked in a cage that had no key to set me free. Pain was one thing that no one saw from me though. I was a perky, lively teen that was kind hearted and didn’t really care what people thought about. And I was respected for it. But there was not a place I could call home. I lived in a place that I described “a living hell.” A place where yelling and screaming were pretty much common things. And as often as others crying was common too. “Why do they keep fighting?” Elizabeth said. I responded in the calmest voice I had, “I don’t know.” Isn’t it sad when you have to tell your baby sister that you don’t know what’s going on? It was a feeling that you don’t want to feel, just like when you hurt yourself really bad or get the breath knocked right out of you. As I stroked my sisters face with the back of my chilled hand all I could think about was sadness. As tears formed in my sparkly, aqua eyes, I tried to hold them back. Footsteps approached my door. Knock, knock. “Come in.” I said in a soft voice.” “Me and your mother… I mean Patrice and I are leaving. We need to go to the, uhh… we need to talk alone so can you watch Elizabeth and Gage while were gone?” he said in a slow yet mumbled voice.
“Yes I guess I can.” I said back in voice as in like you would make me anyway. “Love you.” He said. “Okay bye dad.” “I’m hungry sissy!” Elizabeth said. “I know I know, I’m trying.”I said back. Trying to do homework and take care of siblings wasn’t easy. Scurrying around the house and turning the stove on, grabbing the measuring cup, the pasta, and grabbing a pencil all within 30 seconds was like my new record. But I still had to get Gage to sleep. “ Okay guys we need to go to sleep.” I said even though I only meant for Gage not Elizabeth. “Okay sissy, I’ll go to bed.” Elizabeth said. “NO, I mean can you help me clean?” I said in a small voice. “But, Gage will you go to sleep?” I said “Okay I will.” He said. ”Okay, goodnight.” We all said. The next day was Monday so I had to go to school. “Hey guys!” I said when I got there. We all sat down at our usual table. Luckily everybody was there today so we could all talk about our weekends. Mandy talked about spending time with her boyfriend, Rose talked about her mom and how she freaked on her when she saw she was wearing make-up, Brianna talked about how she was with Mandy and Mandy’s boyfriend all weekend, and I said I was at the mall every day, even though I was lying. I was really at home, with Elizabeth and Gage.
Chapter two
Home
Home. There wasn’t a place I could call home; a place where when you walked in it was warm, and pleasant. A place where you were loved when you got in there. I wanted one if those so bad, I wanted to be loved when I walked in. And that’s what I deserved. Even though I lived in “the modern day hell.” I lived in a place where the colors of the rainbow turned to gray and where ice cream turned into coal, I was known to be dramatic but I was not joking about this. I got home after school and I wanted to cry. I actually missed school. School was my kingdom and I was the princess. I know it sounds snotty, but I was practically worshiped. Everybody knew me but in a good way, and I was like the person you came to talk to if you had problems or if you just needed to talk or something. I was that one. Even though I was only 13, boys were one of my priorities. And friends and family, but boys were like a hobby. Hormones were rampant in my teenage years. You know when you see a guy for the first time and you’re like whoa. But it wasn’t my fault. But that was another reason school was my playground.
Chapter 3
Rose
Rose wasn’t my friend. She was my best friend. She was that one that you told everything to and she wouldn’t say a single thing. Like I told her everything about my weekend how in played out, and my dad’s fiancé Patrice, and Elizabeth and Gage. She knew everything. Today was Friday and Rose and I were having a sleepover, and the worst thing that could possibly happen happened. Patrice and my dad got into a huge fight. Poor rose was like “what’s going on?” She thought a bomb just went off in the house; I felt so bad, I asked her if she wanted to go home, but she said it was fine. Rose was strong and she could handle it. Rose was like the sunshine that I needed when I was down and the clown when I was weeping. And that’s what I needed, a friend. A friend that was always there for you. And luckily I got it. Even though I had a horrible life I didn’t care as long as I had a friend. I wouldn’t jeopardize that for anything.
Chapter 4
Crime Strikes Again
In this “place” there were many expectations. Like one being watching the kids, and living here. I made that one for me but it’s true that it’s practically a punishment. I know it sounds bratty but if you were me you would know how I feel. As my life went on, in this place I grew older in many ways. I grew up maturely and in age. I was about to turn 14 in 3 days! But there was nothing to be happy about. It just meant that I had to watch Elizabeth and Gage and do more around the house. No party or gifts just more, and more things to do. It would be another tragedy in my life. Every year nothing to look forward to. Just another thing that I could cry myself to sleep to.
Chapter 5
A nother Sad Story
At school we had to read this book called another sad story. It was about a boy just like me. Depressed and had a horrible life at home. I was amazed with how he handled all the things that happened, it was just like how I did things. Exactly. We were in sync. It was a fairy tale and I was the little girl reading it, but it seemed so real to me. I don’t know what was different. It seemed exactly the same but he got out of the nightmare, and I was stuck in it. A never ending, life taking, drama. I went home and wrote in my diary about the scenario. Every single detail, every feeling, and every thought. Then the thought popped in my mind. If I did exactly what he did in the story maybe, just maybe I could get out of this horrible fate. It was betrayal, for leaving my mother. It wasn’t my fault that he left her. He didn’t have to dump his sadness on me, he didn’t have to say we just had differences; he didn’t have to do any of that. It was his entire fault, not mine, not mine, not mine! He needed to control his “differences”, his sadness and sorrow. He needed someone to say that it was their fault and not his. And I just had to be that person. I didn’t want to be the person that was blamed for this, this thing that was once love and now was a lethargic pain, that made everyone around want to cry.
Chapter 6 Happiness and Sorrow “Take all my sorrow leave it alone x2 I was once young and small and shy sadness occurred in sad little life so, take all my sorrow and leave it alone take it away or let it stay. all I ever wanted was happiness and I got none, so take my soul and give it to someone that may need it one day! I don’t need it no more so take all my sorrow and take me away” When I was 10 I wrote this poem. I cried and cried. I was that little girl and that’s exactly how felt when I was younger. Sad, not useful, a burden on my parent’s lives. It wasn’t a great feeling, unless you liked feeling like everything was your fault. But to me, it was the worst phenomenon I had gone through. I was shivering in a pool of tears. No way to get out just to lay my body down and freeze. That’s how my “depression phase” started. After my grieving, I went to counseling. I went for days at a time. Just telling her what I was sad about, or what I felt that was my fault. She finally got me to understand that these, “things” that kept happening in my life weren’t my fault. They were my parents or my friends or someone. I blamed all my sadness on myself when it wasn’t really me that caused me to feel that way. I finally got back to a stage in my life where I was happy.
Chapter 7
Finally!
Finally, it was time for school and I got out of my depression stage. All of it was behind me. I had to live my life the way I wanted to. And it worked out perfectly, because I got into the “Performing Arts and Sports Academy”. It was the best school in the country and luckily I had perfect grades and had no record so it was easy for me to get in. PASA (performing arts and sports academy) had a rule that you had to live at the school, but I didn’t mind that meant I got away from my horror film and got to escape it. I couldn’t wait to get there so I left the week before to go see my dorm, and meet my roommate. Her name was Kila and she was so nice and not to mention she was drop dead gorgeous. Black glossy hair, bright green eyes, and a tan complexion. She was truly a Barbie. The first thing we did was go to eat and get to know each other a little better. We both had little siblings, and both had divorced parents, and we both were popular at school. We were twins. The only thing that we didn’t have in common was that I had blonde hair, sparkly aqua eyes and a lighter complexion. But that was it.
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The next thing we did was go shopping for our dorm The good thing about PASA was that not a lot of people could get in so the dorms were huge! We had our own floor so shopping what required.
We went to IKEA first to buy a brown, leather couch and 2 violet chairs, a black wooden table, a flat screen T.V, two bed frames, and two mattresses. Then after we went to target and bought curtains, bedspreads, and two lamps. My bedspread was white and had a giant red lily design in the corner. Kila’s bedspread was a sunset, with yellows, oranges, and red sweeping down. When we finished, our dorm looked like a sunset and a rainbow. It was beautiful. It was marvelous, exotic and everything I ever wanted. My dorm was going to be what everybody wanted, and they did. Every day we would have one or two people stop by and say, “Your dorm looks phenomenal.” Two days before school started Kila and I went to get our schedules. We had 3 classes together! We had art, math, and performing together. Performing was the class that you did drama in. my schedule was first period performing, second period DA(dancing arts), third period math, lunch, fourth period science, fifth period art, sixth period social studies, and seventh period was language arts. The next two days we spent picking our outfits out and packing our backpacks for school. Now, finally it was the first day of school! Me and Kila got ready together. I wore aqua eye shadow, mascara, eye liner, and light pink lip-stick. Kila wore green eye shadow, mascara, red lip stick, and brown eye liner. I slipped on my skinny jeans and peach tank top and grabbed my white vans and was ready to go but Kila was not done yet. “Kila I don’t wanna be late to class let’s go!” I said in a rushed voice. “Okay, okay.” She said as she pulled her pants up. We both grabbed our bags and left.
Chapter 8
School
When we got to school I went straight to my locker. I put my bag in and grabbed my binder. I waited on Kila and we went to performing. When we got to performing the first thing we did was go on the stage and say to everybody what your name was, what your talents were, and why you were in performing. I said, “Hi my name is Jade, my talents are acting, drawing, dancing, photography, and singing. I’m in performing because I love to act and be in front of an audience.” Then after me Kila went up on the stage and said why she was in performing and stuff. Ours were practically the same, and our stage director noticed. My stage director, Mr. Lauri said that if there was ever a role that involved twins that we would surely get the part! After performing I went to second period. DA was fun and we even got to start learning our first dance. It was a hip hop dance and the movements were pretty fast. But all together we were great! I would have to day that DA was my favorite class yet. Even though I had only had two classes that day. It was pretty fun. Next was third period which meant it was math with Kila. My math teachers name was Mrs. Smiley. Mrs. Smiley was not smiley. She was evil and mean. I didn’t get it. What’s the point of your name being Mrs. Smiley if you’re never smiley. I felt bad for the person that married her. But, luckily class was over and it was time for lunch.
At lunch Kila and I had no idea of where to sit. So we found a nice 4 person table and sat down. It was just Kila and me but we didn’t care as long as we sat together. We had a salad and a baked potato for lunch and a soda for lunch. At PASA we could go of campus for lunch and dinner but today we decided to stay on campus. After lunch I said goodbye and I left to go to fourth period. My fourth period was science and it was the one that I was least looking forward to. Science was the one class that I got low A’s in. It was the class that the teachers loved me but I hated them. But, when I got to the class it really was a lab. It looked like the ones in movies. Everything was the same. But, it didn’t surprise me because PASA was a very wealthy school. Everything at PASA had to be the best. When class started we all had to go get our lab coats. My teacher, Mr. Huntoon said that we were going to do a lab, even though it was the first day and we knew nothing about science yet. Only the middle school kidish stuff. But, he said, “Go get your lab coats and grab a partner.” When I got my lab coat I went around looking for a partner. There was no one just a girl sitting in the corner of the room. I walked over to her and said hi and told her my name was Jade and asked her if she wanted to be my partner. Quietly she said yes, and we walked over to our lab station. Our lab was to mix different elements together and see what happened. A and B were the first to test. They were set on a hot plate and then we had to mix A into B. when we did this it overflowed over the sides and I was a huge mess. Then it was time for C and D. when we did C and D we had to use food coloring. Hope and I decided to do blue because it was so dark. When we added C to D it did the same just in a different way. This time it fizzed for a little while then
settled down and then overflowed. So we concluded that something in the food coloring played a part in the lab. But as soon as we started do E and F the bell rang and it was time for fifth period. It was time for art with Kila. But when I got the art room there was no one in there. But as soon as I started to walk away I heard a giant boom! I didn’t know what it was but, when I looked back at the door all the lights were on and there was confetti on the floor. “You fell for my trick!” Mrs. Queen said while laughing. “Every year someone falls for it. It’s my favorite part of the year. Getting to see just one kid’s surprised face, it’s hilarious!” shocked I started laughing just to get my heart rate back to normal. “Hi I’m Jaden but I go by Jade.” I said while I was still trying to catch my breath. “I know who you are silly. Jaden Marissa Lloyd. Born 1995 November 24.” She said as if she knew every single detail about me. “Sorry I only know your name Mrs. Queen.” “It’s fine that’s all you should know about, well and that I’m amazing at art.” she said as if she was a professional. But, it was time for class to start, so we sat down at one of the long tables. “Okay everybody I’m Mrs. Queen, your amazing art teacher. I will teach you every single thing you need to know about art. Our first unit is 3D art, then we will do paper folding, then we will do standard art. Any questions?”
“I have one, I have one!!” this boy will long reddish hair said. “Do we do any, well hard art. We do sketches and then blow the drawing up and do something with them?” “Yes we do actually. We blow them up, then we project them up on to the wall and paint the sketch. Anymore questions?” she said. “I do.” I said “Do we ever do any, well artwork that is for the school?” “Well we make a mural then at second semester you all can paint your lockers.” A loud cheer echoed through the classroom. “So I guess y’all like that idea!” but as soon as Mrs. Queen started telling us about our project the bell rang. “Good bye guys!” Now I was time for social studies. My best subject of all. It was that one class that really interests you and you loved it from the beginning. My teachers name was Mr. Howwie, and he was super nice. He taught social studies in different ways. He would kinda make it a joke, and he would say words wrong so we could correct him, and he wouldn’t make us do as many tests as the other teachers. I had just got into his 10 minutes ago and I already knew that he was my favorite teacher. Mr. Howwie started telling us that we would have a project due the next week. The project was to find a country in the world and then find out awesome things about it. He gave us an example; Australia: kangaroos, koala bears, and really hot. But he wanted to describe those things. I decided that I wanted to do the Philippines. I knew a lot about it because in the summer of 8th grade if we paid for our own trip we could go to the Philippines. So I knew that’s what I wanted to do. As
soon as we got our rubric the bell rang and it was time to go to Language and Literacy. Language and literacy was my least favorite class. I got good grades but it wasn’t fun just learning about similes, and adjectives, and adverbs. You know, all that fun stuff. But when I got there I thought I had taken a trip back to the future, the 70s exactly. There were lava lamps and my teacher had a disco ball above her pink desk. It was full of colors and it had tie dye. But teacher was even dressed like a hippy. “Hello I’m Miss Dunaway. As you can see I love colors and I'm pretty groovy!” she said as she started to laugh. “Hello Miss Dunaway.” we all said. Now, for the first time language arts was fun. But it had to end. After class I went to my locker waited for Kila. When she got all of her stuff we were ready to leave.
Chapter 9
The Party
When we got home Kila informed me that we had gotten invited to a party. It was one of those beginning parties. She said it started at 6 at the guy dorms across the street. It was already 4:30 so that meant that we had to start getting ready. After we both showered we blow dried our hair. I curled it then started doing my make-up. Kila straitened her hair then started doing her make-up. I wore light pink lip stick, black eyeliner, gray eye shadow, and, mascara. Kila wore red lipstick, black eyeliner, sparkly white eye shadow, and mascara that made her eye lashes look like they were 10 inches long. Now it was the most important part of “getting ready”. CLOTHES! We had to get our outfits picked out. I decided on wearing ripped skinny jeans, a white “V” neck, and knee high converse. Kila wore a black mini dress, red tights and black stilettos. We were ready to party! As soon as walked in the guys focus went right on us. We looked gorgeous! We weren't looking for a guy; we were looking to have fun. But it wouldn't hurt to have a fling. Kila and I decided dancing was our main priority. We danced for at least 3 hours straight. But, a slow song came on and we didn't know what to do. We just stood to the side and watched everybody have their romantic moment. As we started to walk away someone caught my
eye. A boy with brown hair, brown eyes, and had the look of a model. The cute, sexy type. He looked up as and said "Hey do you go to PASA?" "Yeah itâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s my first year." "Oh, that's cool, oh sorry I'm Spencer." "Oh, hi I'm Jade." as we just started to talk Kila rushed me away and said we had to go. But, before I left I gave him my number. When we got home we went straight to our rooms. It was nine and I had to go to school the next day. But, as soon as I got into bed Spencer texted me.
Spencer: Hey Me: Hey Spencer: what u doing Me: just lying in bed. U? Spencer: same. Me: awesome. hey do you go to the parties a lot? Spencer: yah that was my dorm Me: oh thatâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s cool. Hey, bout to pass out text u later... Spencer: when can I see you again? Me: soon.......
Spencer: well when Me: we go to the same school... me and Kila will sit with you tomorrow Spencer: okay that will be cool. Bye Me: Bye ď &#x160;
Chapter 10
Spencer...
When I got to school the next day Spencer was waiting at my locker. “Hey what are you doing today?” he said. “Ugh going to school!” I said sarcastically. “I mean after school. I wanted to know if you wanted to go see a movie with me or something.” “Well what about Kila?”I said quietly. “Well I can see if one of my friends will take her out. My friend was checking her out last night. Do you know Jake?” “Oh yah Kila was asking me if he was in my classes. Okay I guess that will be fine.” I said even though I wanted to yell YESSSS! “Okay I will pick you up at 7:00pm. “Okay I’ll see you then!” As soon as Spencer walked away I ran to Kila’s locker so I could tell her the great news. She was just as excited as me and she wanted to scream at the top of her lungs when she found out that Spencer and I set her up with Jake. But the first bell rang so on the way to performing we talked about our dates. When school was over Kila and I went home and started getting ready. We had to look better that we did last night. I was going to look
hotter than ever before! I took a quick shower and then quickly started to blow dry my hair. Tonight I decided to curl my hair. Small ringlets and a headband with a peach colored flower was the look for me. “Only an hour left!” I yelled across the dorm, as I did my make-up. “Okay, okay I'm almost done.” As quickly as I could I started to get dressed. I slipped my black strapless dress and peach colored pumps to match my headband. I grabbed my leather jacket and Kila goodbye. When I went down stairs Spencer was waiting for me. “Wow you look beautiful!” “Thank you.” I said wanting to say I’ve been getting ready for 2 hours. “You ready to go bowling?” he said “WHAT! I thought we were going to a movie.” I said fiercely “Well, the movie, I don’t know.” “Okay fine let’s just go.” I said, mad that we had to go bowling instead of a movie. When we got to the bowling alley we had to get our shoes. We went to our lane and started bowling. I went first. I was good at bowling so I wasn’t scared to go first. I got a strike. I looked at Spencer and said “Do you think you can do better than that?” “You know it!” When he went to go throw the ball he dropped it and got a gutter ball. I started laughing hysterically. He said I had beginner’s luck and that the
next time that he would get a strike like me. When it was my turn again I got another strike. I laughed and said “Now do you think you can do better than that?” “Oh yah I'm going to do way better!” He went and got another gutter ball. He said that I was just lucky, and asked me if I wanted something to eat or drink. I said I wanted a Dr. Pepper and we could split a pizza. As soon as he left I called Kila. “How’s your date?” “Great, yours?” “Fantastic!! I'm beating him at bowling! I think that I really like him…” ”That’s great! Jake is such a gentleman we are at Patricia’s. He's at the bathroom right now.” “Oh hey I can see him coming back call you when I'm done bye!” I hung up and waited like I had just sat there and waited. “Is this good?” “Yah thanks.” After we ate, we just sat at the alley and talked. We talked about family. School, friends and a lot after we ate, we just sat at the alley and talked. We talked about family, school, friends and a lot more. We didn't know when to stop. We stayed at the bowling alley until it closed. We had so much in common. It was just like Kila and I. it was funny to think that we were the same. Like two best friends, not boyfriend and girlfriend. But, my parents used to say that it’s better to be best friends then to be together. Well, we had both of those, so I
think we were on the right track. But, our romance had to end so he took me home.
"Well...." he said "Well what?" "Never mind... I'll… we’ll…" But before he could finish I gave him a kiss. "Is that what you were expecting or was I wrong?" "No you were exactly right!" I turned and smiled. "You’re welcome." I wanted to do it again but I didn't want to take it too fast. "Goodnight." I walked up the stairs and went straight top Kila's room. "How was your date!?"
"Amazing!!! He took me out to dinner and then we just sat there and talked." "We did the same thing!!!!!! I swear I couldn't stop talking, we had everything in common." "Me too!" "Hey Kila, I really need to go to bed because I have a giant test tomorrow... Goodnight!"
Chapter 11
What happens next?
When I woke up I felt completely different. I felt like I had gone through complete metamorphosis. I was a caterpillar that had turned into a butterfly. I had just met Spencer and already I felt as if I knew everything about him. I was like his twin but we weren’t family, we were lovers. We belonged together. I knew Spencer only for about two days and we were already best friends. When I got to school my locker had been opened somehow and filled with a dozen roses. “To the girl that I met at the party, the
girl that danced all night, the girl who beats me at bowling, to the girl that we talked all night. My girl!” I was special to Spencer. It was an amazing feeling. Feeling that you are kind of, actually needed. My first bell rang and I went to class, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Spencer. We were going on another date tonight, but we were going with Kila and Kyle. I couldn’t wait. And luckily school went by fast today. After school I got a phone call from my little sister Elizabeth. “Sissy?” “Yes.” “Do you like school? I miss you so much!” “Yes I love school actually. And I miss you too! How’s the family?”
“Were good, I guess they are still fighting.” “Then how are you on your mom’s phone?” “I saw it on the counter so I thought I could call you fast.” “Okay I have to go but I will call you again okay Lizzy?” “Okay bye sissy.” I hung up the phone and felt guilty. I had left poor Elizabeth at home with my parents. She was only 6 and she was having to do what I did. She had to grow up way to fast. I wish I could get her out of there but I couldn’t. I said a quick prayer for her and had to run home so I could get ready for my date. When I got home Kila was still getting ready. “Where were you?” “Oh I was outside on the phone with Elizabeth.” “Oh well we have to get ready we only have an hour or so.” “Okay.” As soon as I finished my sentence I ran into the shower and took the shortest shower that I could. I jumped out and blow dried my hair and started doing my make-up. White sparkly eye shadow, dark black eyeliner, I borrowed Kila’s mascara that made your lashes seem like they were 10 inches long. I grabbed my red mini, strapless dress and slipped it on. I grabbed my red pumps with a bow on the side of them and then grabbed my leather jacket. Kila and I were set to go. We were dressed the same, but she had a brown leather jacket, off white dress and white pumps. We looked like models.
The guys picked us up and took us to the best place in town. This Japanese hibachi place where they cook right in front of you. The food was amazingly perfect and it tasted like it was from heaven. After we ate we went to go get ice cream and catch a movie. We saw an action movie that the guys picked out. I think they picked it out because they knew that we would get scared and hold on to them. Well they were right. But, we had so much fun. We didnâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t know what would happen next. We were on a rampage. We couldnâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t stop!! Our lives were the action movie that never ended. It was the movie that everybody wanted to see. We were the stars of the movie. But the night had to end and we had to go home. Our dating lives were going strong, or so we thought.
Chapter 12
Itâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s over?
As the year went on me and Spencer still dated. But it had to end when it was the week that we go out for Thanksgiving. We decided we needed to take a break from our dating lives. When I left to go to Houston, where my family lived I wasn't very excited. I had to spend a week in the country. I was so used to living in the big city of L.A that I had forgotten what family and my home town was like. When I arrived after a 4 hour drive I was exhausted. I wanted to know where I was sleeping and I wanted to know now! But as I got out of the car I just practically stopped and stared. I saw my auntâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s house, the two garages, and the swing that I used to swing on for days. When my sister came she wouldn't talk to me, and she wouldn't even let me hangout with her. The swing was my friend. It was my comfort. I got out of the car and ran up to the swing. It was a wooden swing with old, raggedy ropes. My uncle had built it ages ago. I sat down and started rocking back and forth. I started to remember my great memories. Like when I was 4 and it was my first time swinging on it, I swung so high I almost hit the tree. I was flipping through the air. It felt great for once to be back at home. The wind started to blow and the wing turned cold. I didn't want to go inside. I just sat there. But I stood up and was still standing. I started swirling and whirling. In circles I swung. I couldnâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t stop. I was as free as a feather that just fell off the bird. It was fantastic. Nothing holding me back. I was finally free. But
there was still a feeling that I wanted to be with Spencer. I wanted to feel his warmth and his security. That’s what I wanted. The next day was Thanksgiving. I was ready for some homemade food. Dressing, turkey, mashed potatoes, rolls, and broccoli rice casserole. And the desserts. The pecan pie, pumpkin pie, and the sweet potato casserole. It was another comfort of mine. It was the day of thanksgiving and I was ready to get stuffed to death. I felt like I hadn’t eaten in days so I had to fill my belly up. I woke up at 9:36 am and I was already starving. I went into the kitchen and I could tell that my mom knew I was hungry. She gave a look that said don't you dare say you’re hungry. I just stood there for 5 minutes then decided to go swing. I walked outside and sat right down on the swing. I swing back and forth then just let the wind take control of me. I just let go and let the wind have all control of my body. I sat there and did nothing. I wasn't there. I was just sitting on the swing zoned out. I was thinking of me and Spencer, my dad’s side of the family, and my mom. My mom was the sweetest person you could ever meet. She was the type that didn't get mad and she dent show her anger I'd she had any. She was an amazing mom. She was and brunette with red tented hair and was average everything. Height, weight, and much more. She was beautiful and had a sense of humor. She was my heroine. My mom came outside and stood right in front of the swing. "Are you hungry? Cause food will be done very soon." I shook my head yes and wanted to just be left alone. My comforts were the only thing getting me to stay on this vacation. It was thanksgiving and I didn't want to be thankful. I was stuck here in the country and had nothing to do. I was a loner the whole trip. I had
nothing to do. Zero. Zip. Zipo. It was horrible. No friends. No one that related to me. I was going to die. But, even though I had nothing to do I stuck through it. I may not have had a friend but I had my mom. She was my best friend. She wasn't Rose and Kila but she was better. She knew everything about me and she was there for mostly everything. But I didn't want to be hanging out with my mom all weekend. I was going to hang out with myself and my phone. That's it. But as soon as this thought came into my mind my grandparents drove up the white rock drive way. My grandma; Dianne was a white haired, petite lady. She was a very beautiful woman. My grandfather; Tommy was tall, gray-brown haired man. They together were a very cute couple. They were old and elegant. They were what I wanted me and Spencer to be like. But that didn’t change our decision of taking a break. We had dated for 3 months. I wanted to take a break to see if he really loved me. If he did he would wait till the end of the break. Even though I was going to be bored this vacation I had to stick it out. I was going to have to participate even if it was the last thing I was going to do. But I did it. I hung out with the family and talked even though I acted through most of it I still did it. On Friday the day after thanksgiving we went to my mom’s friends house Monica. We drove about 20 minutes to get to their house. When we got there we walked right inside like it was our own house. We said our hellos and then sat down to watch a movie. We watched a chick flick that made my mom want to cry. After the movie my mom had to go to the store to buy some food for dinner, so I stayed with Jordy; Monica’s daughter. We played Xbox and then went outside to play. I know it sounded pathetic, a 15 year old playing with a
10 year old, but she had a brother growing up and never had a girl around. I was going to be her sister for the night. When we were done playing cops and robbers outside, we were out of breathe and we decided to come back inside to get something to drink. We watched 2 more movies and it was time to have dinner then to go to bed. As Jordy dozed off, I sat in her room and watched TV. I was watching a Disney channel show called “Suite Life on Deck”. I wasn’t interested in watching a show all night so I turned the TV off and went to bed. “I can’t wait till tomorrow!” I said sacastically
Chapter 13
Home Again…
Since I only had a week for break I had to go see my dad’s family. Even though I didn’t want to, my mom said that I needed to. When my plane landed in Texas I got picked up by my dad’s fiancée Patrice. “How was your flight?” she asked The car went silent. Finally I spoke up and said, “Why didn’t my dad pick me up? I'm sure he’s capable of picking me up.” “He is at an appointment for work. Won’t be back till later” she said in a harsh tone. I looked at the dash. “Sorry for being so rude I'm in a bad mood. I have been stuck in the country and I want to go back home and I don’t really want to be here, but I want to see Lizzy and Gage but… I stopped. I'm sorry” I said She looked at me as if pigs just flew out of my butt. She was awestruck in such ways that I couldn’t describe. She just stared at me. “So you didn’t even want to be here. Your dad bought this ticket for you and you didn’t even want to be here. Gosh your selfish.” She said “Are you joking? Patrice I wanted to see my dad pick me up not a middle aged drag queen, that wears pounds of make-up that thinks she is all that. Yeah I didn’t want to come to see you I wanted to see the kids and my dad and my sister. Not you!” I screamed.
She stopped the car. Gave me a look that made me want to cry. “Get out now!” she said. “It’s my dad’s car, you get out! She gave me another look and slammed her foot on the gas and drove away. The rest of my week was just hanging out with old friends and sleeping at my dad’s house. But, luckily the week was over. And I was on a plane back to L.A as fast as I could. When I got back to PASA Kila was up in the dorm sleeping. But, as soon as the door shut she woke up. “Your home!” she said while yawning. “There is something in your room for you.” I walked in my room and my whole bed was covered with letters and chocolates and roses. I was so surprised! “I thought you said that there was something, not some things!” “Well I guess I was wrong.” She said sincerely “Yeah,” I said sarcastically “Who are these from?....” I took a pause. “Spencer?” “Yeah he came by yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that.” She said “Jeez! He’s so obsessed!!!” I said jokingly. “You’re telling me! He’s been here every day wondering where you were. He really misses you.” “Good cause I miss him too!”
Chapter14
The End…..
Have you ever had a feeling that your destined to be with someone? That’s how I felt with Spencer. I loved him so much! Like the way he would call me and say goodnight, or when we would go down to the beach and sit in the sand and hold each other’s hands. It was the little things he did that made me love him more and more. So, when I was done talking to Kila I went over to his dorm. He was standing at the door before I could knock. “Hey.” He said. “Hi. I just got home and you got me all……” before I could finish he grabbed my arm and pulled me into a kiss. This kiss was not just any kiss, it was that one that they had in the movies that made you go awwww I want that! We stopped and looked at each other. “I just wanted to say that I can’t do this not seeing each other thing, it’s killing me!” “I can’t handle it either. I miss you so much!” “Before I could get another word out he pulled me in for another kiss. That’s when I knew that Spencer was the one. He wasn’t a fling or someone you date, just to date. He was the one! I know it sounds cheesy but we fell in love and stayed in love. After PASA we both graduated from great colleges. I had a degree in the arts, and Spencer had a major in architecture. Our lives were like a love story. And we were the characters in the love story. Like Cinderella
and the prince, or Shrek and Fiona. And still to this day I still look at the note that he left in my lockerâ&#x20AC;Ś
â&#x20AC;&#x153;To the girl that I met at the party, the girl that danced all night, the girl who beats me at bowling, to the girl that we talked all night. My girl!â&#x20AC;? And I was his girl from that day on.