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| This is a new day...and the closing of a great yearHavent written in a long time so, here it is....this is hopefully going
to be a place for our friends to help keep in touch and stay in on each
other's lives during the summer. so this will hopefully become this
sisterhood of the traveling notebook's traveling journal... good luck!
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You know those
movies where this girl meets that guy and they fall madly in love and
live happily ever after? Well, I'm not really that kind of girl, at
least I never thought I would be. That changed the summer
of my 15th year. That summer I was going to...Well before I get to that
lets start with the who I am, and the story behind the adventure.
My name is Amelia Johnson. I live in New York state, (Not NYC) My
parents divorced when I was but 5 years old. From that time on my
household was filled with just girls the three of us, My mother,
myself, and my little sister April. My mother always told me it was for
the best and to be honest it took me a while to believe it. I never had
those fantasies of my parents reuniting, mostly due to the fact that my
father died shortly after the divorce, drunk driver, unfortunately he
was the drunk and the driver, at least he only took his own life. There
was only one small problem with this arrangement in my life. My mother
was forced to work two jobs sometimes three to support us, but
amazingly she managed to make all my softball games and my gymnastics
competitions through the years, and for that, I am grateful. As I grew
older I longed for my independence and the time came on my 15th when my
grandmother in California asked if I wanted to stay with her that
summer. Mom finally agreed to let me go and from that day on I counted
the days until my journey. The journey that would change my life,
for better or worse, well im not sure yet.
The day after
school let out in June my bags were packed and I was hugging my mother
good-bye at the airport. Now was my chance, I had what I wanted and yet
I had my safety net, I was free.
I boarded the
plane after what I thought of as hours. I found my seat and to my luck
it was an aisle seat...Phew It didn’t take long for that to
change though, you see a small child and his mother were separated and
the woman asked me if I would change seats with her so her and her son
could sit together. I being a kind and generous soul, sighed loudly and
with much apprehension I moved to the ladies Window seat in the row
ahead of the seat I wanted to sit in. Oh well. As we were starting to
pull away from the gate I heard a thunderous what seemed like a
stampede down the walkway that connected the plane to the gate.
Ok so it wasn’t exactly a stampede, but it was two guys running their
tails off to reach the plane. Could they not read? I mean the tickets
clearly mark the departure times!
Fortunately for
me they found their seats quickly, Next to ME. just add one more thing
to my day. This was my first plane trip and I had no idea what to
expect and so the plane began to taxi down the runway. I turned
cautiously to look at my row mates, it was going to be several hours
sitting next to them so I wanted to get a good look at them. They
appeared to be brothers, or at the very least cousins. They both had
the same emerald green eyes. One was clearly older then the other he
had blond locks that fell in magnificent ringlets and ended loosely
around his ears. In a way, he resembled an old fashioned doll. The
younger one had dark hair, possibly a jet black but clearly not dyed
that way, it was natural. His hair was shorted and much straighter and
it stuck up in clean crisp spikes atop his head. His nor was not that
big but it wasn’t tiny, it was well proportioned for his masculine jaw
and strong cheek bones. I suppose I was staring because while I was so
deeply engrossed in inspecting his every detail, he asked me if I
wanted a piece of gum. At that time I didn’t know why I needed gum, as
the plane began to go up, I was grateful for his generosity. At this
point I was sure that there would be no more conversing between us so
as soon as I was allowed to I took out my laptop and started an e-mail
to my best friend back home. Now it was not I who was staring but he.
He must have sensed that I knew he was looking at me so he shakily
asked what I was doing. Many thoughts ran through my head. I was mostly
a dreamer, I fantasied yet had never been able to fulfill them. In fact
at age 15 I had yet to kiss a guy. It wasn’t that I was ugly, but more
I saw myself as plain. I had shoulder length blond hair and ocean blue
eyes, I had been told I was pretty and rarely believed it so the chance
of this boy seeing me as beautiful, was slim to none.
I told him
firmly that it was none of his business but if he must pry then I am
working on an e-mail. With that I turned away from him and back to my
computer. He didn’t let up. He then asked me who I was e-mailing. I
said nothing. It was my nature to, well, ignore. Obviously it was his
nature to annoy. He then had the audacity to ask for my name. Instead
of giving me time to respond he blurted out his name, it was Nico. What
kind of name is Nico? No matter I was not giving in, even if his eyes
were utterly amazing and I could've gotten lost in them for hours.
Slowly I let my guard down, I reluctantly shared my name with Nico. He
repeated it, Amelia , the way it sounded was amazing coming from
his mouth. He then asked for my age, I said 15 and quickly added but
I'll be 16 soon. (if by soon you mean in about 9 months then yeah, I
was correct in saying that) Nico smiled, most likely at my childish
behavior. I then asked him the same question in return, he didn’t
respond as quickly, this scared me. The silence was deafening and soon
it was broken. It was like someone hurled a stone into my heart as Nico
slowly said 17. Oh My God, seventeen is so old. It may not seem that
much but it was to me. To say that my infatuating with Nico ended
there, well then there would be no story, I decided I wanted him, and
since I had my freedom I should do as I pleased.
As the plane
ride continued Nico and I began to talk more and more about anything
and everything. He is staying not far from my grandmother’s house. This
news almost made me want to scream out of pure joy, but I contained it
and continued my cool act. Soon the plane was beginning its decent. I
braced myself and held tightly to the arm rests of the seat I was in.
Nico did the same, he by accident or not so much placed his hand atop
mine but only briefly, when he realized it he very quickly pulled back.
At that my heart sank. How could such a great time be killed in such a
small gesture?
The plane
touched down and I grabbed my personal items from the seat underneath
me. I waited for Nico and his brother to take their carry ons from the
compartment overhead. Then I quickly took mine and rushed off the plane
as fast as I could. I did though steal one last glance at Nico. I went
to baggage claim and saw my grandmother, and standing next to her was
Nico and his brother. I stood next to him because for one there was an
open spot and two because I wanted to say bye. Instead of me saying
good-bye, Nico’s brother slid me a piece of paper, on it was a phone
number as I looked at it I saw Nico, he was blushing. Could this be for
real? As I walked out to the car I heard someone yell my name I turned
and Nico was yelling and then he said “Call me Amelia, please”. Just
that got me through the four hour car ride to my Grandmother’s house.
When I reached
my bedroom, or the one my grandmother said was mine for the summer, I
flopped onto the full sized canopy bed and, lying on my back, stared at
my ceiling for a good while just going over the events of the day. My
quite time was interrupted by my grandmother yelling up the stairs to
me asking if I wanted dinner. It never dawned on me how hungry I was,
but I that moment I could’ve eaten a whale. I hurried down the spiral
staircase and into the kitchen. In grandma’s house you never ate in the
dining room unless you were entertaining guests or large amounts of
relatives, so I was regulated to the kitchen. I’m not saying that my
grandmother was mean or a snob, its just that she liked everything her
way. I wasn’t saddened or even angered that I wasn’t going to sit at
the long wooden table in the dinning room. I was quite content with the
small white granite table in the kitchen, just grandma and I.
Grandma asked
how the plane ride was. I tried not to let on that it was in anyway
different from any other plane ride, not that I had taken any other
plane ride, but that wasn’t the point. I just couldn’t contain it I had
to tell someone about Nico, I never was good at hiding things or
keeping secrets. I told her everything and when I was done, she asked
me for his name again. I said Nico as slowly as I could, I tried make
it sound sultry, but it just sounded dumb. Grandma then said I know
Nico, and he is a brilliant young man and very polite. I shot up in my
seat and glared at my grandmother. I asked her how she knew Nico and
she simply replied, His great aunt lives on the next street, He visits
occasionally.
Armed with that
knowledge I decided to make the call. I picked up the phone and started
to dial, 124-876-9...Ooooh I couldn’t do it. My hands were shaking
almost violently, finally I regained my composure and managed to dial
his number and ask for him by name.
“Hello?” Nico said some what groggily
“Uh...h...h...hi” I stammered. I must’ve sounded like such a fool.
“ Amelia? Oh hey, How are you? Better yet, where are you?” he asked perking up at the sound of my voice.
“I’m ah at my ah
grandmothers house” I swallowed hard and continued to speak, but this
time with confidence. “ I am actually at 213 Cherokee Road, which just
happens to be exactly one street above where you are at this very
moment” I said in a matter-o-fact sort of way.
“Oh really?” He
then paused, silence on both ends, slowly, apprehensively, he
continued. “May I ummm...come...and ummm... See you?”
“ if you must,” I said with a smile, “well I suppose I’ll see you in a little while then?”
“Yes” Nico practically screamed in my ear.
Practically is
what he did, I on the other hand hung up the phone and screeched and
then proceeded to bounce around my room all the way to the bathroom to
do my hair and teeth and change my attire. I chose a short pair of
denim shorts that looked like they had once been jeans, all frayed at
the bottoms, and a hot pink halter top and my platform sandals, boy did
I look good.
The door bell
soon rang and I yelled for Grandma to get it for me. She did as I asked
and Nico walked in and took a seat on the sofa. I, so not to look
rushed or anxious took a min and appeared at the banister of the stairs
to ask if Nico had arrived, knowing full well that he had.
As I walked
gracefully down the stairs I tried to look poised and...well that was
until I fell down the stairs. That wasn’t good, but on the plus side
Nico laughed, but only after he saw I was alright. I really only tipped
on the last three stairs.
After my stupid
error Nico asked if I wanted to go out for ice cream. I, not ever being
able to turn down ice cream, said that ice cream would be fine. After
five min of hesitation on both parts we walked down the stairs and out
to Nico’s red jeep that was waiting in the driveway. I jumped into the
passengers side and he opened his door and got in. Once inside the car
Nico turned to me and said,
“Amelia, you look beautiful today.”
“Uh... Thank you Nico,” I replied
I didn’t know what to really say to
someone telling me that I wasn’t just pretty, but that I was beautiful.
Rarely do people comment positively on my appearance, unless I’m
at an event that requires my hair and nails being professionally
done.
We reached the
local ice cream shop and as I went to open my door Nico was already
there to open it for me. Such a gentleman Nico was, and hansom too. He
ordered a hot fudge Sunday and I just got a small vanilla ice cream
cone. We sat across from each other at a small outside table, at that
moment I felt my heart skip a beat when our eyes became locked. I
could’ve drowned in the sea of green that were his eyes. I finished my
ice cream and he finished his. We both got up and walked to the jeep,
he opened the door for me and I took my seat. I looked down at my hands
and realized that they were shaking, when he got in the jeep he noticed
it too. Nico took my hands in his and stared into my eyes. Im not sure
if the radio was playing a really loud song with an even louder base or
if my heart was really beating that hard. Nico tilted his head and
leaned closer to me. His eyes were closed and I then knew what he was
about to do, our lips connected. At first it was soft almost like the
flutter of a butterflies wings against my lips. He pulled away and
looked at me. I smiled and said weakly that it was okay. With my okay
we then both leaned in and kissed. We didn’t care that we were still in
the parking lot of the parlor or that anyone could see what we were
doing. The world had stopped for just these few moments and it was only
us. After some time Nico smiled and said in an almost whisper, that he
should get me back to my grandmas but that he would call me in the
morning. He wanted to take me to the mall, and I loved shopping so I
said that he mall would be great.
We drove home in
a foggy silence, neither of us wanting to destroy our moment with cheap
talk, we would have plenty of time for that tomorrow.
I got back to
the house and couldn’t contain my smile. My first real kiss, wow, now I
don’t have to worry about that stigma of sweet 16 and never been
kissed. Boy my friends be amazed, some of them have already done it
all. But now I was glad I waited for even this, some things need to be
done in their own time, rushing to grow up is never
good.
I ran up the
stairs, I had to tell someone. I called my friend Lizzie she picked up
and I blurted everything out to her. We both squealed with joy. She
kept saying “oh my god Amelia, you’ve finally been kissed I can’t
believe it, I thought you were gonna be alone forever.” not that nice
but I knew that she was happy for me, but not nearly as happy as I was
for me.
Everyday for the
next month Nico and I did something together. One time we went to the
fair together, that was so much fun. We had went on this ride called
the tornado. It went in circles while u stood up on the sides. I don’t
do circles well. Constituently, I didn’t retain the corn dog and cotton
candy I had just eaten well. Nico was so sweet he drove me back to my
grandma’s house and held my hair for me as I hurled my insides out and
then he picked me up and laid me in my bed, for the night. He was such
a sweetheart. I was seriously falling for him. I just hoped that he
felt the same way about me. I would have done anything for him. I was
ready to do whatever he asked me to do.
The beginning of
that week was kind of a blur. Nico during the day worked for his great
aunt, or “Nana” as he called her. Nana was a seamstress with a large
local following , Nico delivered her finished products to their owners.
Nana made such beautiful gowns, I saw one on that Wednesday when Nico
picked me up for the movies. We were getting closer each and every day.
Well Wednesday of that week Nico called me on his cell phone from his
second to last run and asked if I wanted to go with him to deliver a
dress and then go see a movie at the local two cinema theater in town.
I took a half an hour shower in preparation for the evening. I wore a
short leather skirt, with combat boots, and a tight black top with a
pink skull and cross bones on it. I crimped my hair and I was ready for
an interesting evening. The red jeep pulled into the driveway and I
yelled my goodbye to my grandma as I ran out the door. Nico didn’t even
get a chance to open the door for me before I was already into the jeep
with my seat belt latched. Nico, after realizing I was already in the
jeep stared at me for a long time, I started to feel that my clothing
choice was a bad idea.
“Holy Shit Amelia” Nico’s jaw was on the ground, I was not sure what to make of his expression.
“Oh, should I go change? I knew it was a bad idea, just give me a moment I’ll change” I was jittery
“ No, no its not bad is, just, wow!” Nico just kept staring
“ Honestly, should I go change?”
“No, you look, HOT.” that word, hot, struck me
“ Hot?”
“Yes, you know hot, sexy, in your case Amazing.”
“Ah A Amazing” I stuttered foolishly
“I want you” Nico said with a sort of whine
“ You...uh...already have me,” I said with my eyebrow cocked in a puzzled manner
“I’m sorry Amelia, I shouldn’t be
thinking like that” Nico said suddenly regaining his normal posture and
stared the car, for a while I was silent.
I wasn’t
sure what to make of this situation, I mean I had kissed Nico, I loved
hanging around him and the way he made me feel was like nothing I had
felt in my entire life. I just didn’t know if I could, you know, do
more then kiss him. I was only 15 after all.
We stopped at
this elegant house with a pool outside at the end of a massive
cull-de-sac. The house had faux stones all on the outside and it had a
huge stoop up to the front door. I asked Nico if I should come in with
him, he snapped at me,
“No Amelia, you can’t!”
“Oh, why?”
“Because, your outfit wont go over
well with the owners. Besides I need you to be my excuse for not
staying, I’ll be right back” Nico said, “oh and can you hand me that
dress?”
The dress he was
asking me to hand him was a Japanese style with purple fabric and gold
stitching, it felt like satin, maybe even silk. I wanted a dress just
like that one. Maybe for my senior prom I’ll get it. Wouldn’t that be
amazing?
“Right back”, I
found out that evening was a relative term, it could mean five minutes
or in this case one hour. I didn’t complain though since I was busy
dreaming about prom, and what it would’ve been like if I could’ve taken
Nico to my senior prom, ah, that would’ve been so amazing.
We got to the
theater twenty minutes after the movie had already started. Just my
luck. So instead Nico said we should do something else.
I said,” Sure, what did you have in mind?”
“Well, we could go down dead mans lane?”
“What’s that?”
“Oh its this old run down
road on the outskirts of town, they say that about 50 years ago a
teenage couple was traveling that road, and their car crashed and the
girl got out but the boy died a horrific death, and legend states that
he is still walking around looking for his girlfriend.”
“So, you want to scare me, is that it?”
“No, I don’t believe that story at all.”
“Oh, so then why go?”
“Because, everyone else believes it”
“and...?”
“So...”
Nico’s eyes then
glinted in this odd way, something I had never seen in anyway, he
wasn’t just looking at my face, but he was feasting on my entire body.
I had a chill all down my spine and I was curious and frightened.
“It will only be, us” his voice trailed off as he spoke the words.
“Only us...” I took a deep breath,
I was ready for this, I convinced myself of that. At that point I
believed that I had something very special. I couldn’t risk losing him.
Not then or ever.
We drove a
little while and slowly Nico’s right hand was moving towards me. His
hand rested gently on my bare knee. I took deep breaths and let it go.
We arrived at
dead mans lane and Nico stopped the car. He unbuckled his seat belt. I
did the same but I stayed in my seat staring straight ahead. Nico
almost effortlessly slid from his seat into the back seat and then told
me to get back there too.
“Amelia, please come back here, I need you.”
He needed me, this was it I had to
do whatever he said. I crawled over the seat and found my way in the
dark to where he was. I sat downn next to him and he grabbed my waist.
We started to kiss gently, then he became more intent almost like a dog
who hadn’t been fed in weeks. Before I knew it he was laying on top of
me, his eyes were focused on my shirt. I looked down and nodded my
head. With that silent signal he reached his hands under my body. He
started to pull at the shirt and with a little wriggling on my part he
had successfully gotten it off of me. The sweat was pouring down his
face and his eyes were fierce. Nico whined as he kissed my neck. He was
mumbling something
“what?” I asked out of breath
“I want you, I need you, right here right now.”
“I’m yours” I took a deep breath between each word.
“All the way?” he asked in between the kisses that were slowly moving towards my belly button.
“All the way?”
“I have protection...if that’s what you are worried about.”
“Can we slow down?”
“Why”
“I don’t know if I can do this” I
was striving to think clearly, my body was giving in to wanting it I
just needed to keep my mind clear.
“What do you mean?”
“Its just, just that I’m not sure if”
“Amelia, I LOVE YOU”
He loved me, that made this okay, didn’t it? I decided it did.
“Okay, Nico, I love you too...” I did love him, I thought.
He then placed
his hands on my boots and unlaced them and threw them into the front.
He unbutton his shirt and then I heard his belt come off. Soon his
hands were on my legs and he was being gentel as they drifted under my
skirt. They were soft, warm, and obviously strong but he managed to
keep them light as he took my stockings off of my legs followed by my
pink satin bikini undies. I don’t know exactly what happened next, all
I remember is pain. I cried silently for some time. I dint want him to
know that I was in pain but I guess I was whimpering because he stopped
and he was in my face.
“Oh my, Amelia im sorry, are you okay?”
“I’m fine” I sobbed “keep going”
“no, no its fine I can tell that you are in pain.”
“I killed it?”
“Its fine, I told you, I loved you, I didn’t do it just so I could get in your pants. I really do care”
“okay, just give me a moment then it’ll be okay and you can keep going.”
“ Well...” he looked concerned and then he looked down at his seats “oh no, your bleeding”
I was speechless, instead of talking I cried full blown tears.
“Oh don’t cry its fine I can clean
it, I should’ve known that this was going to happen.” he was being calm
and sincere “let me get you home”
he handed me my purse luckily I
found a pad in it and I placed it in my undies as I put my clothes back
on my body, Nico did the same. I brushed my hair and put it up into a
pony tail and was silent the whole ride home.
For the next
week I didn’t move out of my bed. Grandma kept asking what was wrong, I
couldn’t tell her all I wanted to do was sleep. I even refused to
answer the phone. Nico called everyday that week but I couldn’t talk to
him. I had done something I never thought I would and I always thought
that when I had come to this point in my life that I would be happy but
obviously something was wrong.
After that week
I had to pack to go home, school was going to start in two weeks and I
needed to know my class schedule and get school clothes. I cleaned my
room entirely and packed all my clothes away. I wish I had gotten
closer to grandma this summer but Nico had consumed all of my
attention. I hated myself.
To Be continued....Shan
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I used to think of you
I used to believe that you cared
you were the only guy
that could make me laugh
even though all my tears
I dont know what I did wrong
you seemed fine some time ago
maybe i tried to hard and then
you just stopped talking to me
and now my tears are free to flow
Shan
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| William Randolph Hearst and Joseph Pulitzer (in girl form), the best of the yellow journalism business, were on a mission to find out the secrets of the forefathers. They were headed to Pennsylvania to seek out a secret engraved in a wall in one of the buildings there. It was a very important mission, and they had to be very quiet and secretive...so of course they giggled and divulged secrets the whole way along.
Just as they were about to start their quest, they were called back to New Jersey to take a test for their AP history class. Their teacher, Mrs. Silver, insisted that they come. Talk about a kill joy. Their teacher took about 10 minutes of their allotted test taking time explicitly telling them not to cheat. She smiled evilly as she covered every way a student could cheat, and explained that she was "watching us". Hearst took this time to whisper to her neighbor, Quiet Bob, and tell him that Mrs. Silver was a complete psycho and had spent many years in an insane asylum. Sure, she stretched the truth a little bit, but hey, it was her job. Pulitzer took this time to giggle madly and try to suck up to her neighbor, so that she might have the option of cheating. (OBVIOUSLY, someone wasn't paying much attention to the Silver lecture. *cough*Pulitzer*cough*.)
The test was going okay, or as okay any AP test could be, and everything in the land was la di da. But suddenly, as if by magic, the fire alarm began to ring with it's piercing sound of urgency. The class ran outside, with Mrs. Silver walking behind them screaming "NOBODY TALK!" She spent the rest of the fire drill trying to make everyone stand still and not make eye contact. Psh...like that really worked. There were smoke signals coming out of people's ears for God's sake.
Then, Mike, a good friend of Hearst's, pulled out a quarter for only a moment. Hearst proceeded to run him down and scream "I WANT THE QUARTER!!". Once she finally gave up, she said: "What, does it have an answer on it." Mrs Silver, with her sonic radar hearing, heard this and came to check it out. She proceeded to say: "hmm the old quarter swap trick. How appropriate to write history on the president's face." Everyone laughed, for it was one of the first funny things Mrs. Silver had said. Hearst and Pulitzer were surprised at how funny Silver could be, since she always gave them the cold shoulder because of their lies put in journalism. After a good chuckle, the girls finally realized it. It was the coin swap trick that the forefathers used. Their mission was solved. Everything was right in the world! Both even managed to get A's on the test (no not really...).
Hearst and Pulitzer received many awards, and were loved by the generations...except for those that they brutally slandered...which was everyone...so what the hell am I saying love for?
Tragically, Hearst and Pulitzer both died soon after. Hearst made headline news. One day, she asked one too many questions in history, and Mrs. Silver chased her down the hall and killed her, needing only the aid of a giraffe shaped ax. Pulitzer's body was never found. She just walked into a psychologists office one day and was never seen again.
They later wrote the Greg Stories.
THE END!!!!
Written by: Ally | | |
| So Charlotte (our bull dog of a freling bus driver) thought she
could keep us quite if she made us sit up front...wrong-O...not only do
we still not shut up but we make “friends” we made friends with all of
the little freshman who sit in the front...we all have nicknames
now...and we are all against my evil neighbor...Dorkwad... (yes that’s
what we call him...we even started a little war...
Now all of us “cool” people have our own country...I am Great
Britton...Alix is America...Ryan is Mexico...Melissa is
France...Charlotte, Dorkwad and I dubbed, Canada (you know BLAME
CANADA) and Dorkwad is Russia (WE HATE RUSSIA) and this kid Billy is
Switzeland...arent we dumb or what...I mean who has fights over
History...WE DO...OH and Greg is Denmark...
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