My wife will be turning 23 on May 20th. I am looking for a great idea for a birthday present or what some of you women got lately that blew you away or what you men gave your women that blew them away. Additional information : My wife had our son a month ago today. She really isn't the flowers and chocolates kind of girl. Also, nothing too expensive...having a baby really drained our savings. Thanks in advance for the help!
I need a great gift for my wife for her birthday!?
Give her a locket with you and your baby's pics inside.
Reply:My wife would like a dinner cooked at home of her favorite food served like a fine resteraunt, best china, table cloth, candles (cloth, candles, and even wine not from house but bought speical. She would also like while we eat for violinist and maybe another instrument to play, two in unison. Well it's a lot but she woudl like it. You take her out whereever is simple and have friends and family set up the house so when you arrive you simply ring the door bell and the violinist will open the door and you and your wife will eat with the food already on the table read to eat. I recommend a 5-7 course meal.
In the bed room before you leave the house with her have her go firt, then set a anniversary card there, and place some rose petals (buy ahead of time and hide in bed room) on the bed quickly, then head out the door with her.
Once you return home puposly stay with her and do not leave her site during dinner, music and dancing. Then follow her into the bedroom so as soon as she enter, you can turn her around and kiss her and wish her a happy birthday.
Best luck.
Reply:okay cool gift idea all you need is a digital camera and a picture frame! If you live near the ocean or a lake ...write "I love you" in the sand and laid down behind it in a cute pose and put it in a simple frame. If you do not live near the beach or a lake with sandy area you could do it in front of a pretty tree with a green poster board and white writing that says I love you laying it on the ground in front of you. And then do the same with baby in picture not you! get a frame with two picture holders and frame them! date the back of the picture frame and write a personal message on back of the frame with a sharpie or paint pen you can get at wal-mart too!good luck
Reply:Have you seen the Willow Tree angels/statues? My husband got me one for Valentine's Day and had it inscribed to me with "I will always love you" on it, with our names. It was the most touching gift I have ever gotten. They make them for all occasions. The one he got me had a couple embracing, but they also have them for families, and ones with a mother and child. It would be beautiful to get one on those with your son's name and birthdate inscribed.
Reply:How about a piece of jewelry ,something with your new baby's birth stone. Silver is the popular metal and not expensive. It would be a gift she would always remember. I would! Go to one of the TV shopping channels, they have everything. You can go on their web sites and they will even rush deliver it for you. Happy Birthday to the new mommy.And Daddy too!
Reply:Here are some articles that have some really great ideas - they are written for Mother's Day gifts, but of course they would be perfect birthday gifts too!!!!! Here they are:
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article...
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article...
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article...
I hope this helps you!!!!!!! I like the photo bracelet the best. There are several inexpensive ideas there too. Have a great day :)
Reply:How about a gift certificate to a Spa. Offer to take care of your son while she goes to enjoy her quiet time being pampered. We women LOVE that! You can just make it for a dollar amount, and she can pick what she wants to have done.
Trust me..., she will love it and will be a revived young woman when she comes home.
JA
Reply:Something I did for my husband that I would love if he did for me and would make me feel really special is took a glass box and made it look way cool by painting it (it had wood trim) and some other fancy stuff and cut out 100 paper hearts and different shapes and on each one wrote a reason why I loved him and put it in the box with a letter.
Reply:Make a scrap book starting with pics of her as a baby adn growing up then some of you two, then some with the baby and you all together. Leave half blank for future pictures.
Reply:Here are some ideas: Check out Zales, (to show her you care) Or treat her to a spa. (Maybe create your own type of spa, strawberries, syrup etc,....) Be creative!!!!!Gifts from the heart are the best ones for Birthdays!!!!
Reply:you can get a nice gps system for around $100 and used ones for cheaper on ebay with warranties :)
Reply:You can't go wrong with jewerly
You'd be surprised what you can find for less than $100.
Reply:clean the house, buy one of those willow tree statues make her dinner, and ask your parents if they can watch your baby
give her a massasge
Reply:dancing lessons for the two of you, also something to do with an hobby of hers, a day at a spa
Reply:A voucher for you to do anything she wants for a whole weekend! Won't cost you a penny!!! But you might be tired.
Reply:A new phone! Those only cost around $99 to $150 at highest.
Reply:get her a back massager
Reply:well even though u said she isn't a flowers chocolates girl a day spa or massage would probably be good for her since she just had a baby
books authors
Friday, March 12, 2010
Which type of plants grow best in Terrarium containers?
I am trying to grow terrariums in different types of bottles( 1 gallon wiskey bottle) 6 gallon carboy etc) I'm looking for different types of plants that would grow in these containers, and would reallyt like varieties that have flowers, but evergreens will be good also. Thanks, I know already that Baby's Tears fair well in this type of situation.
Thanks,
-Paul
Which type of plants grow best in Terrarium containers?
Carnivorous plants of certain types will do good, but not flytraps. You may want to try certain tropical sundews or terrestrial bladderworts. Depending on the size of the container. If it is a bottle I'd go with the bladderworts.
Reply:Hi,
This site may help you: http://forums.gardenweb.com/forums/terra...
http://forums.gardenweb.com/forums/
There is a vast wealth of info at these places.
I've learned much over the years, there.
Hope this helps,
Dave
Reply:You can go with succulents and also with cacti. They like different conditions so use in different containers. Also small ferns like like staghorn and all other types too. Flowering plants are a little harder to grow in that kind of container but you can. Good luck.
Reply:There are a bunch of carnivorous plants that could be used as terrarium plants also. Venus fly traps and sundews are a few that may do well.
Here's a site with a little bit of info about carnivorous plants in a terrarium. http://www.thegardenhelper.com/carnivoro...
Reply:miniatures
make up
Thanks,
-Paul
Which type of plants grow best in Terrarium containers?
Carnivorous plants of certain types will do good, but not flytraps. You may want to try certain tropical sundews or terrestrial bladderworts. Depending on the size of the container. If it is a bottle I'd go with the bladderworts.
Reply:Hi,
This site may help you: http://forums.gardenweb.com/forums/terra...
http://forums.gardenweb.com/forums/
There is a vast wealth of info at these places.
I've learned much over the years, there.
Hope this helps,
Dave
Reply:You can go with succulents and also with cacti. They like different conditions so use in different containers. Also small ferns like like staghorn and all other types too. Flowering plants are a little harder to grow in that kind of container but you can. Good luck.
Reply:There are a bunch of carnivorous plants that could be used as terrarium plants also. Venus fly traps and sundews are a few that may do well.
Here's a site with a little bit of info about carnivorous plants in a terrarium. http://www.thegardenhelper.com/carnivoro...
Reply:miniatures
make up
Is is stupid to be upset?
Its my 36th birthday tommorrow and my partner hans't bothered to buy me a present.
We haven't got much money but he could have got me a little something. He asked me what I wanted and I suggested something but he told me today that he hadn't managed to find it in the shops. I asked whether he had got anything for me and he admitted he hadn't.
I was really upset so he went out and bought me some flowers which he says would be my present from him and my baby son. He also says he has a card for me which I will have tommorrow.
My mum is coming to visit tommorrow and she says she has a present for me but thats all I'll be getting or so it seems. We can't even go out for a meal as we don't have the money. I don't feel theres any point in bothering with my birthday this year. I feel so miserable.
Is is stupid to be upset?
Boo Hoo I feel so sad for you.......wait a minute no I don't!!! I feel sad for your husband to have such a spoiled, materialistic wife who thinks that her birth and presence in the world is so important that she should be honored and pampered even when "we haven't got much money". Be grateful for what you DO have and not whine for more.
Reply:I understand and it's not stupid - maybe give him a break and next year he will be more considerate.
Meanwhile - HAPPY BIRTHDAY and many happy returns!!!!
Reply:dont feel bad. men arent thoughtful by nature. be glad u have someone who cares about u and a healthy baby by ur side. gifts could never substitute for that. once u do have more money i bet he'll get u something nice u deserve...enjoy ur day and happy birthday. cheer up!
Reply:Try not to get too upset, remember not to get him anything for his birthday then he'll know what it's like. happy birthday for tomorrow and don't let it spoil your day..what goes around comes around girl lol :-) x
Reply:Lighten up. My God, drama queen. Just have a happy b-day.
Reply:I'm sorry your upset. But you really shouldn't be. Why were you asking if he got you something when it wasn't your birthday until tomorrow. You should have just been happy he got you a card. Presents aren't everything. If you have his love that's better than anything he could buy.
Happy Birthday......
Reply:upset is inevitable. but you can learn to reduce its frequency and intensity with guidence and practice. upset is natural but gets nothing done but tires you out emotionally. you can learn all about it if interested - do searches on the web. the answer is there for you. if you really have the will and brains.
Reply:Grow up!!!
You have a gorgeous son, a loving partner, a parent who is willing to visit you and give you a gift!!!
Be greatful, some people are homeless, penniless, childless and without family.
Think eh?!
Reply:First ... Happy Birthday! =)
You are 36 ... so grow up! We don't always get what we want. He DID ask what you would like, so you know he was thinking about you and your wants and needs. That alone is a lot more than many husbands do for their wives!
When you got upset because he hadn't bought you anything and you nagged/whined/pouted/yelled, cried (whatever!), he went out and bought you flowers and a card, so he DOES care. Accept that he is doing the best he can right now, and appreciate all the good things you DO have ... a loving husband and a loved baby son ... and you still have a living Mother, who loves you enough to come visit and bring a present.
Concentrate on the good things you have in your life and your positive attitude will help attract more good things to you. Negativity repels good things! Why should God (the universe, anyone) give you more good things when you don't appreciate the blessings you already have!??
Try to live by Philippians 4:8 (KJV) ... "Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things."
Don't be a brat! Be grateful for the blessing you DO have!!
Bake yourself a nice birthday cake. Make party hats out of newspaper (the comics section works great!) http://www.creativekidsathome.com/activi...
and CELEBRATE!
Tell your hubby that what you REALLY want for your birthday is ... a bubble bath for two (let him have the end with the faucet since it is YOUR birthday!) and a foot rub (or a back rub ... or a full-body massage), and a handmade coupon for four hours of him watching the baby while you are free to read, exercise, go grocery shopping unencumbered, etc. ... all of which are very pampering for you, and won't cost him a cent!
Smile. Dress in your prettiest outfit. Look in your mirror and tell that woman how beautiful she is, and how fortunate she is to have a loving family. Then be nice to your hubby, your son, and your Mother. And ENJOY your birthday!
%26lt;(=) (You with a party hat!!)
Reply:yes.
no offense, but you sound rather selfish. After you turn 10 years old, you don't get presents anymore. You should concentrate on what you give.
Are you giving your time to a charitable organization, like, helping the homeless or such? Are you helping older people shovel snow, and that sort of thing. It seems like you're focused on things.
My favorite gift of all times was when my fiance showed up out of the blue with a bunch of daisies he spent a lot of time picking for me, and came over grinning and holding them out for me. It was so cute, and said SO much. His love is the most precious gift I have. That and his helping me in many other ways.
Reply:he bought you flowers, thats nice. cant remember the last time a guy bought me flowers.
if he went out and spent loads of money neither of you could afford, that wouldnt be right either.
your probably just a little down.
i hope he makes you a nice dinner and makes a fuss of you tomorrow. try and enjoy your birthday x
p.s. my ex didnt get me anything for my 30th and he could afford it!!
Reply:Happy Birthday :-)
Of course you're upset - you're a woman and he forgot your birthday. He'll remember it next time.
Reply:Yes its stupid to be upset. You said yourself that you both were broke. instead of him buying you a gift you two should pay bills as a roof, utilities, and food are more important. Also you should be glad that your mom is visiting.
Reply:its really not about the presents. Birthday is a time when you should spend with your close ones. so what theres no diamond ring or fancy dinner. you should feel bless to have a husband and a son to spend your birthday with.
Reply:birthdays don't need to be spectacular. all it is is a special day for that birthday person. just if your husband cooks you dinner and picks up the house and watches baby while you take a hot bath would be a great day! tangible things are unnessecary
Reply:I would feel pretty miserable at that too. I normally go shopping with my husband just before my birthday and he buys me something. It means I never get a suprise but I'm getting something I want. Men are never good at present buying - I just think it's easier to take them by the hand.
Reply:Happy Birthday to you. And don't hold it against him too much he's probably just a bit tired with all the work! Have a lovely day x
Reply:Dont be sad. Theres always next year.. and the year after that ect.
:]
Reply:hey girl you have a partner a baby and a mum. you should not expect too much. a lot of people do not have the blessings you have.
Reply:no
Reply:Oh sweetheart, Happy Birthday from me and all my family and friends.
Your mum is coming tomorrow with a present and this will be given with love, make a nice meal for her and make it into a party.
Reply:you need some serious loving, your man needs to appreciate you more, he needs to pamper you and take you out 2 morrow, if he doesn't then call me i will lol
Reply:Dont be upset... Maybe itz a undercover surprise!!!!
Reply:if he loves you he will try to make it a special day with od without money-- happy birthday!!
Reply:It's your special day. Remember that. A gift from a loved one can never define you as a person, or even how your day will be. Don't let anyone else define your day....One more tip sometimes the best things in life are free. What can you do in your day that can bring balance and harmony in your life if even for a day? What if you turn around and create an elaborate dinner, something you never cooked before in candle light, a bubble bath, creating a journal and including new goals, wants, needs and desires. Taking a walk with your family, making a list of all the things you want to do and commit to doing before your life is over. What about making a card for those you love and letting them know why they are important to you, or even better yet, make a birthday card for yourself and list at least ten reasons why you love you. Sometimes it can be so much more rewarding in giving than recieving because it's from the heart. I don't want you to disregard your hurt feelings as you are entitled to them but don;t let them get the better of you, be greatful that you now have the tools to recreate your day~ Happy Birthday! And may you have many more~ Love and wishes always~
Antounette {hugs}
Reply:There are people that don't even have food to eat on their birthday, so I'm having a hard time shedding a tear for you because all you are getting is flowers, a card, and one gift from your mom.
Reply:is it better to feel bad that he didn't get you anything or happy that he did at least try its hard when moneys tight and i haven't had a Christmas or birthday prezzie from my other half for a few years but hes had nothing from me either we just make sure our kids have good Christmases and birthdays that's better than any present he could get me
Reply:Yes you should be - money aside it IS the thought that counts. I have never woke up to a birthday card for the past 10 years and this year I told my husband that the date is not a suprise for him so I would appreciate a card on the actual morning of my birthday, rather than later in the evening, especially seeing as for his mums birthday I trecked through pouring rain with 3 kids just to make sure his mum had a card and bunch of flowers on HER birthday, so the least he could do to show his appreciation for the things I do for him is to make an effort for me. I explained to him that for me the little things are important.
Reply:Don't give up on your b-day! Enjoy your time with your mum and baby son. As far as your boy friend is concerned, don't let him ruien your day.
Reply:nope.x
Reply:It won't always be like this. Things always change.
Try not to blame each other and argue. It is hard on everyone when money is tight.
I've been in this situation several times. I alway promised my self that next year...it will be different!...and guess what?...it was!
I know it's difficult but try to see the ridiculous side of this. I know it's a terrible cliche...but one day, you will laugh about it.
make up
We haven't got much money but he could have got me a little something. He asked me what I wanted and I suggested something but he told me today that he hadn't managed to find it in the shops. I asked whether he had got anything for me and he admitted he hadn't.
I was really upset so he went out and bought me some flowers which he says would be my present from him and my baby son. He also says he has a card for me which I will have tommorrow.
My mum is coming to visit tommorrow and she says she has a present for me but thats all I'll be getting or so it seems. We can't even go out for a meal as we don't have the money. I don't feel theres any point in bothering with my birthday this year. I feel so miserable.
Is is stupid to be upset?
Boo Hoo I feel so sad for you.......wait a minute no I don't!!! I feel sad for your husband to have such a spoiled, materialistic wife who thinks that her birth and presence in the world is so important that she should be honored and pampered even when "we haven't got much money". Be grateful for what you DO have and not whine for more.
Reply:I understand and it's not stupid - maybe give him a break and next year he will be more considerate.
Meanwhile - HAPPY BIRTHDAY and many happy returns!!!!
Reply:dont feel bad. men arent thoughtful by nature. be glad u have someone who cares about u and a healthy baby by ur side. gifts could never substitute for that. once u do have more money i bet he'll get u something nice u deserve...enjoy ur day and happy birthday. cheer up!
Reply:Try not to get too upset, remember not to get him anything for his birthday then he'll know what it's like. happy birthday for tomorrow and don't let it spoil your day..what goes around comes around girl lol :-) x
Reply:Lighten up. My God, drama queen. Just have a happy b-day.
Reply:I'm sorry your upset. But you really shouldn't be. Why were you asking if he got you something when it wasn't your birthday until tomorrow. You should have just been happy he got you a card. Presents aren't everything. If you have his love that's better than anything he could buy.
Happy Birthday......
Reply:upset is inevitable. but you can learn to reduce its frequency and intensity with guidence and practice. upset is natural but gets nothing done but tires you out emotionally. you can learn all about it if interested - do searches on the web. the answer is there for you. if you really have the will and brains.
Reply:Grow up!!!
You have a gorgeous son, a loving partner, a parent who is willing to visit you and give you a gift!!!
Be greatful, some people are homeless, penniless, childless and without family.
Think eh?!
Reply:First ... Happy Birthday! =)
You are 36 ... so grow up! We don't always get what we want. He DID ask what you would like, so you know he was thinking about you and your wants and needs. That alone is a lot more than many husbands do for their wives!
When you got upset because he hadn't bought you anything and you nagged/whined/pouted/yelled, cried (whatever!), he went out and bought you flowers and a card, so he DOES care. Accept that he is doing the best he can right now, and appreciate all the good things you DO have ... a loving husband and a loved baby son ... and you still have a living Mother, who loves you enough to come visit and bring a present.
Concentrate on the good things you have in your life and your positive attitude will help attract more good things to you. Negativity repels good things! Why should God (the universe, anyone) give you more good things when you don't appreciate the blessings you already have!??
Try to live by Philippians 4:8 (KJV) ... "Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things."
Don't be a brat! Be grateful for the blessing you DO have!!
Bake yourself a nice birthday cake. Make party hats out of newspaper (the comics section works great!) http://www.creativekidsathome.com/activi...
and CELEBRATE!
Tell your hubby that what you REALLY want for your birthday is ... a bubble bath for two (let him have the end with the faucet since it is YOUR birthday!) and a foot rub (or a back rub ... or a full-body massage), and a handmade coupon for four hours of him watching the baby while you are free to read, exercise, go grocery shopping unencumbered, etc. ... all of which are very pampering for you, and won't cost him a cent!
Smile. Dress in your prettiest outfit. Look in your mirror and tell that woman how beautiful she is, and how fortunate she is to have a loving family. Then be nice to your hubby, your son, and your Mother. And ENJOY your birthday!
%26lt;(=) (You with a party hat!!)
Reply:yes.
no offense, but you sound rather selfish. After you turn 10 years old, you don't get presents anymore. You should concentrate on what you give.
Are you giving your time to a charitable organization, like, helping the homeless or such? Are you helping older people shovel snow, and that sort of thing. It seems like you're focused on things.
My favorite gift of all times was when my fiance showed up out of the blue with a bunch of daisies he spent a lot of time picking for me, and came over grinning and holding them out for me. It was so cute, and said SO much. His love is the most precious gift I have. That and his helping me in many other ways.
Reply:he bought you flowers, thats nice. cant remember the last time a guy bought me flowers.
if he went out and spent loads of money neither of you could afford, that wouldnt be right either.
your probably just a little down.
i hope he makes you a nice dinner and makes a fuss of you tomorrow. try and enjoy your birthday x
p.s. my ex didnt get me anything for my 30th and he could afford it!!
Reply:Happy Birthday :-)
Of course you're upset - you're a woman and he forgot your birthday. He'll remember it next time.
Reply:Yes its stupid to be upset. You said yourself that you both were broke. instead of him buying you a gift you two should pay bills as a roof, utilities, and food are more important. Also you should be glad that your mom is visiting.
Reply:its really not about the presents. Birthday is a time when you should spend with your close ones. so what theres no diamond ring or fancy dinner. you should feel bless to have a husband and a son to spend your birthday with.
Reply:birthdays don't need to be spectacular. all it is is a special day for that birthday person. just if your husband cooks you dinner and picks up the house and watches baby while you take a hot bath would be a great day! tangible things are unnessecary
Reply:I would feel pretty miserable at that too. I normally go shopping with my husband just before my birthday and he buys me something. It means I never get a suprise but I'm getting something I want. Men are never good at present buying - I just think it's easier to take them by the hand.
Reply:Happy Birthday to you. And don't hold it against him too much he's probably just a bit tired with all the work! Have a lovely day x
Reply:Dont be sad. Theres always next year.. and the year after that ect.
:]
Reply:hey girl you have a partner a baby and a mum. you should not expect too much. a lot of people do not have the blessings you have.
Reply:no
Reply:Oh sweetheart, Happy Birthday from me and all my family and friends.
Your mum is coming tomorrow with a present and this will be given with love, make a nice meal for her and make it into a party.
Reply:you need some serious loving, your man needs to appreciate you more, he needs to pamper you and take you out 2 morrow, if he doesn't then call me i will lol
Reply:Dont be upset... Maybe itz a undercover surprise!!!!
Reply:if he loves you he will try to make it a special day with od without money-- happy birthday!!
Reply:It's your special day. Remember that. A gift from a loved one can never define you as a person, or even how your day will be. Don't let anyone else define your day....One more tip sometimes the best things in life are free. What can you do in your day that can bring balance and harmony in your life if even for a day? What if you turn around and create an elaborate dinner, something you never cooked before in candle light, a bubble bath, creating a journal and including new goals, wants, needs and desires. Taking a walk with your family, making a list of all the things you want to do and commit to doing before your life is over. What about making a card for those you love and letting them know why they are important to you, or even better yet, make a birthday card for yourself and list at least ten reasons why you love you. Sometimes it can be so much more rewarding in giving than recieving because it's from the heart. I don't want you to disregard your hurt feelings as you are entitled to them but don;t let them get the better of you, be greatful that you now have the tools to recreate your day~ Happy Birthday! And may you have many more~ Love and wishes always~
Antounette {hugs}
Reply:There are people that don't even have food to eat on their birthday, so I'm having a hard time shedding a tear for you because all you are getting is flowers, a card, and one gift from your mom.
Reply:is it better to feel bad that he didn't get you anything or happy that he did at least try its hard when moneys tight and i haven't had a Christmas or birthday prezzie from my other half for a few years but hes had nothing from me either we just make sure our kids have good Christmases and birthdays that's better than any present he could get me
Reply:Yes you should be - money aside it IS the thought that counts. I have never woke up to a birthday card for the past 10 years and this year I told my husband that the date is not a suprise for him so I would appreciate a card on the actual morning of my birthday, rather than later in the evening, especially seeing as for his mums birthday I trecked through pouring rain with 3 kids just to make sure his mum had a card and bunch of flowers on HER birthday, so the least he could do to show his appreciation for the things I do for him is to make an effort for me. I explained to him that for me the little things are important.
Reply:Don't give up on your b-day! Enjoy your time with your mum and baby son. As far as your boy friend is concerned, don't let him ruien your day.
Reply:nope.x
Reply:It won't always be like this. Things always change.
Try not to blame each other and argue. It is hard on everyone when money is tight.
I've been in this situation several times. I alway promised my self that next year...it will be different!...and guess what?...it was!
I know it's difficult but try to see the ridiculous side of this. I know it's a terrible cliche...but one day, you will laugh about it.
make up
Why people mistake my anger for a one tracked mind when some women know not what they do.?
With all respects to those who are christian and to women to put it mildley. Im an @ss but I have my reasons. I said qoute on one of my questions why do women expect to run in equality in the house hold. now mabey ive over exaggerated a little. but if try and share my feelings and try to be a respectfull husband and try to bring her flowers. By the way i make dinner i take care of the baby after work and i take out the trash thank you and make a good income. If you have problems solve them shut your fuking mouth please you know im not saying all men are good but i diffently know women got some problems when it comes to finding there place in life there to fible and dont know what they want and even if you comfert them. When does it end seriously come on. Seriously when im looking for love and i turn on the affianity the love the romance and it dont work. Tell me what the *** you want guuuuuurrrrrrrrllll i dont have telepathy thats what im saying about women they cant tell you.
Why people mistake my anger for a one tracked mind when some women know not what they do.?
Oh, here comes the hate, foreign guy!!
Reply:I would like to give some advice if u are going to be putting your thughts out please learn to spell because u just made youself look dumb
no u are not an *** u are just ignorant uneducated or not classy person and all the above
oh by the way for u to feel this way u are very insecure person who is probably a control freak and arge issues i suggest counceling
i believe u are married it was probably an arranged marriage because no decent woman in the right mind would marry some big insecure jerk with no respect no class and confidence like u
so good luck again
who cares if u make a good icome its good that u do but that doesnt mean u have self confidence u are still insecure with yourself due to the fact that u are a very negative person u are suppose to help your wife dude she is at home all day with your kid u oviously have issues and u need counseling
and if u want love u got give love if u want sex u got to learn to repect woman learn to have respect for people and maybe people will like u life would be better for u if u had class and repect especially education
Reply:well then maybe u should be lookin for the gold diggin ho bags bc i do all of what u do n then some and i treat my man right as he does me..its a shared responsiblity in a relationship and should be.
Reply:I think you'd be happier alone or with another man.
skin disease
Why people mistake my anger for a one tracked mind when some women know not what they do.?
Oh, here comes the hate, foreign guy!!
Reply:I would like to give some advice if u are going to be putting your thughts out please learn to spell because u just made youself look dumb
no u are not an *** u are just ignorant uneducated or not classy person and all the above
oh by the way for u to feel this way u are very insecure person who is probably a control freak and arge issues i suggest counceling
i believe u are married it was probably an arranged marriage because no decent woman in the right mind would marry some big insecure jerk with no respect no class and confidence like u
so good luck again
who cares if u make a good icome its good that u do but that doesnt mean u have self confidence u are still insecure with yourself due to the fact that u are a very negative person u are suppose to help your wife dude she is at home all day with your kid u oviously have issues and u need counseling
and if u want love u got give love if u want sex u got to learn to repect woman learn to have respect for people and maybe people will like u life would be better for u if u had class and repect especially education
Reply:well then maybe u should be lookin for the gold diggin ho bags bc i do all of what u do n then some and i treat my man right as he does me..its a shared responsiblity in a relationship and should be.
Reply:I think you'd be happier alone or with another man.
skin disease
Will you vote for my dog, Bella....I promise if you sign your dog up next month I will vote for it!!!?
Give Bella a 10 and the other dogs a 1... just push rate the pups and give everyone 1's until you get to Bella( she is standing next to pink flowers and it says her name above her pic) and give my baby a 10! If you do this I promise I will vote for your dog in anything:)!
Here is the website... http://contest.thepamperedpup.com/toprat...
Will you vote for my dog, Bella....I promise if you sign your dog up next month I will vote for it!!!?
ok, don't have a dog but i did give Bella a 10, she is awfully cute!
Good Luck.
Reply:uh, she's cute......
no way! i'm giving tons of them tens! WHY WOULD ANYONE DO THAT JUST SO UR DOG COULD WIN! they're so cute! i'll tell you what i rated urs when i get to it
computer
Here is the website... http://contest.thepamperedpup.com/toprat...
Will you vote for my dog, Bella....I promise if you sign your dog up next month I will vote for it!!!?
ok, don't have a dog but i did give Bella a 10, she is awfully cute!
Good Luck.
Reply:uh, she's cute......
no way! i'm giving tons of them tens! WHY WOULD ANYONE DO THAT JUST SO UR DOG COULD WIN! they're so cute! i'll tell you what i rated urs when i get to it
computer
What does this song mean ?
The Music by David Usher
Baby, Baby don't be late,
The world is ending, I can't change the way I feel about you now
New York is cold as ever.
Still I go out every night,
Hide myself among the lights,
Pray that all the pretty things, city brings
Blood is glistening and they shine
Like the styles we're born to die
Like these roses we all fade
Chorus:
(and) I'm counting the cars on the freeway below,
Lost in the music, all the foolishness of our lives
Spinning out of control, lost in the music, in the music...
Baby, Baby please don't cry,
Wipe the guilt out from your eyes, lay your conscience on the bed,
there's no one innocent here
In the mirror you'll find faith,
Plastic flowers never fade,
We all turn to gray
Chorus
I lost my way, I lost it all,
I lost my way...
Baby Baby, please don't cry,
Wipe the guilt out from your eyes, pick yourself up off the bed,
There's no one innocent here
Bodies gli
What does this song mean ?
I know is one of David Usher's most recent songs....well i think that we all have different interpretations of things..so i think that this song is just like stream of conciousness where everything happens in his head..while he is walking throught the streeets of New York and while he listens to the music......he remembers his lover in bed who cried while making love (maybe) because he says there is no "innocient here" and what other guilty thing u can do in bed ;) .. .but he is telling that althought they are appart life is like that....and he also talks about how in life we also die and disappears as roses do
Reply:i have no idea kinda freeky!
Reply:Im not sure what exactly it means but in the future, go to www.songmeanings.net and you can type in any artist or song title and find out what others have to say about the lyrics or their interpretation of the song..
:) Good Luck hun.
http://www.songmeanings.net/lyric.php?li...
White Teeth
Baby, Baby don't be late,
The world is ending, I can't change the way I feel about you now
New York is cold as ever.
Still I go out every night,
Hide myself among the lights,
Pray that all the pretty things, city brings
Blood is glistening and they shine
Like the styles we're born to die
Like these roses we all fade
Chorus:
(and) I'm counting the cars on the freeway below,
Lost in the music, all the foolishness of our lives
Spinning out of control, lost in the music, in the music...
Baby, Baby please don't cry,
Wipe the guilt out from your eyes, lay your conscience on the bed,
there's no one innocent here
In the mirror you'll find faith,
Plastic flowers never fade,
We all turn to gray
Chorus
I lost my way, I lost it all,
I lost my way...
Baby Baby, please don't cry,
Wipe the guilt out from your eyes, pick yourself up off the bed,
There's no one innocent here
Bodies gli
What does this song mean ?
I know is one of David Usher's most recent songs....well i think that we all have different interpretations of things..so i think that this song is just like stream of conciousness where everything happens in his head..while he is walking throught the streeets of New York and while he listens to the music......he remembers his lover in bed who cried while making love (maybe) because he says there is no "innocient here" and what other guilty thing u can do in bed ;) .. .but he is telling that althought they are appart life is like that....and he also talks about how in life we also die and disappears as roses do
Reply:i have no idea kinda freeky!
Reply:Im not sure what exactly it means but in the future, go to www.songmeanings.net and you can type in any artist or song title and find out what others have to say about the lyrics or their interpretation of the song..
:) Good Luck hun.
http://www.songmeanings.net/lyric.php?li...
White Teeth
Read the first chapter of the book I am working on!!!?
It is a little rough but still..tell me what you think of it so far.
___________________________________
One
My Aunt Bessie drove me to the airport in Denver, Colorado. It was a nice day out; 82 degrees on a fall day. That’s pretty good for Colorado- we would consider that nice. I was wearing my lucky bracelet. It’s chain-linked and it has a heart hanging from it. On the heart says “I love you.”
I was going to go to the one place on Earth that I hated most; Hillcrest, Washington. My dad, Billy, lives there. He is Chief Billy Johnson of the people of Hillcrest; he’s the chief of police and has been ever since I remember. To that little town of Hillcrest, I know send myself. My mother and I used to live in Hillcrest until I was two. There was an accident and she died. I hated Hillcrest so I decided to go move with my Aunt Bessie to Denver. I would have to visit my dad, Billy, every other year.
Aunt Bessie and her husband, Lucas, travel a lot because of Lucas’s work. She stayed with me but I could tell she missed him dearly. They had just gotten married a few years ago and I was afraid the longer I stayed with them, the faster their marriage would go down the drain- not that I think their marriage is going to go down the drain or anything though. It’s just that he’s older then she is by many years.
“Zoey, I’m going to miss you so much!” Aunt Bessie exclaimed while she embraced me in one of her famous hugs.
“I know. I’m going to miss you too. I’ll tell Billy that you said hi.”
Aunt Bessie doesn’t look anything like me. She has chocolate brown hair, caramel colored eyes, and tan skin. She looks like the kind of person who would live somewhere…sunny. How could I leave her alone? I mean, she’s like a mom to me. She’s taken care of me almost my whole life. How could I just leave her here? What’s wrong with me?
“Please dear, be careful. I know how clumsy you are. I mean, I know those soccer muscles of yours help you keep your balance but still. And please, please take care of Billy. His cancer is very bad.”
“Okay I promise to be careful and take care of Billy.”
Why did she have to bring up Billy’s cancer? It’s almost as if she’s trying to rub it in.
I gave my Aunt Bessie one last hug goodbye and went onto the plane. I was going to fly to Seattle and then I would have to take another plane to Lancaster- the little city on the coast- and then drive home with Billy. That is going to be scary.
Billy’s happy that I’m moving with him but he isn’t sure why I’m moving back with him. I know he won’t say anything though because he isn’t like that. Billy keeps to himself a lot. He isn’t that much into people’s business. It will always be weird with him though because from his phone calls I could tell that he is still upset about my mother’s accident.
When I got off the plane in Lancaster, Billy was there waiting for me. So was his friend Jonathan. I’m guessing that Jonathan drove Billy out here to get me. Jonathan is Billy’s golfing buddy.
“Zoey dear, is that you? Wow, you’ve gotten so big! I missed you so much sweetie.” Billy yelled as I went to get my luggage. He gave me a hug when I got up to him. It was a weird hug. I got the sense that he thought it was awkward too.
“Yes it is. I missed you! Aunt Bessie says hi by the way.”
We all got into Jonathan’s truck and started our way to my new home. Billy tried having small talk with me. I could tell this whole ride was going to be awkward.
“I got you signed up for high school at Hillcrest High. You start school tomorrow.”
“Oh thanks Dad.” I wasn’t excited about school. I’m going to be an outcast, a weirdo. I would probably be able to pull it off if I looked like someone who lived somewhere sunny. I should be tan but I’m white. And I mean really white. My skin is almost translucent but it is kind of pretty. I have dirty blonde hair with red in it. And my blue-green eyes stand out against my skin.
“Hey Dad, do you know any places where I could buy a car?”
“Well you don’t have to look anywhere.”
“What do you mean?” What did he mean? Oh my, did he get me a car already? I hope not. Billy doesn’t really have what I would say as a “fashion sense.”
“I already got you a car. It’s a good car for you.”
“Dad, I was going to get my own car.” What did he mean the car was “good for me?”
“I actually got it for you as a welcome home gesture. I got it last week.”
“What does it look like?”
“Don’t worry, it’s a new car; only a few years old really. It’s a blue Toyota.”
“How much do I owe you?”
He paused a minute before answering my question. “You don’t need to worry about that Zoey. It’s a present from me to you. You don’t need to pay me for it.”
Wow. I just got a free Toyota. At least I won’t have to worry about that. I just have to worry about, oh let’s see, the rest of my life. Wow, that won’t be that hard…not.
“Okay, thanks Dad.”
Why did I say thanks? It was sure to be awkward with Billy and all this family stuff. Especially since I haven’t been much of a family member since I was two. I will just have to watch what I say from now on and try not to make it to awkward for the two of us. I don’t want to make it look like I’m some needy seventeen year old. Billy already has enough on his plate as it is, with the cancer and everything. Why did he have to get cancer? I mean I already lost part of me when mom died, if I lose Billy I would have lost everything. Why me, why me?
I shook my head to get those depressing thoughts out. I looked out the window to see what my new home looked like. Wow, I forgot how green and humid it was here. It was almost as if the green was from another planet, an alien planet. It completely covered everything in its path; trees were covered with moss, grass covered in green shrubs, bushes covered in green flowers- holy cow, green flowers? I’ve never seen green flowers in my life! I didn’t even know they existed- weird. It reminded me of a rain forest. It was very beautiful though; a rare beauty.
Finally, I thought as we pulled up to Billy’s house. Jonathan dropped us off and drove away. I looked at the once familiar house. It was a tiny two story house. The paint was peeling off in some places. I would have to fix that. My bedroom faced over the front yard- my room always has in every house I’ve lived in. There was a giant tree in front of my bedroom window. Perfect for sneaking out, but knowing me, I wouldn’t do it anyways. The flowers needed some work too. I feel bad that Billy can’t fix all this stuff up. Stupid cancer.
Parked in the driveway was my new Toyota. I loved it! It was made of that really tough material that would turn another car into a billion pieces if it got into an accident. I actually thought I would have hated it but Billy has yet to surprise me, again.
“I hope you like your truck Zoey.”
“I don’t just like it Dad, I love it!”
I went up to Billy and gave him a big hug, a real hug. He probably hasn’t had one of these in a long time. He had gotten tense at first but then loosened up a little. Then I ran over to my truck and hugged it. It was perfect. At least I wouldn’t have to cry about that tonight.
I got all of my bags and went into the house. It looked the same as it did when I was last here. The family room was to the left. There was an old scruffy couch, a chair, and a TV. The carpet was a navy blue color. There was a huge window above the couch. To the right was the kitchen. The floor was white linoleum. The cabinets were a faded brown. There was a dishwasher, thank goodness. I hated washing dishes like I had to at my Aunt Bessie’s house. There was a kitchen table that was the same color as the cabinets. The chairs matched too. There was a window above the sink with a few flowers sitting on the window seal.
The stairs were right in front of me. I walked up them with my bags and stood in the hallway while I remembered falling down them when I visited here one time. To the right of me was Billy’s room. I haven’t been in there in years. And I will continue not to. In front of me was my own bathroom. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about sharing a bathroom. I don’t think Billy would have wanted to wait an hour and a half while I get ready every morning.
To the left of me was my room. I walked in and sat my few bags on the bed. I had to sort all of my winter clothes from my summer ones when I was packing. I ended up bringing all of my winter clothes- which was not that good. There was no point bringing my summer ones because it is always cold here. I guess I would need to go shopping.
I looked around my room. There was a bed, a dresser, a closet, a night table next to my bed, and a desk with a computer on it. It looks like Billy got rid of all my baby things. Everything in here has been here since I was born, except for the desk. The computer was so I could do my homework and probably keep in touch with Aunt Bessie if she ever wanted to contact me by email.
I looked out my window at the yard in front. The rain drops were lightly hitting my window one by one. I will have to get used to the rain too. I hate the rain. I love the sun and how it feels against my skin. What stinks is that it barely gets any sunshine here.
I’m glad Billy isn’t clingy because otherwise I wouldn’t be able to cry at all. He leaves me alone a lot. I guess he’s so used to being alone that he doesn’t feel comfortable with me being here. I kind of like being alone. I mean I’ve always been alone because Aunt Bessie would travel with Lucas. I like the quite. It would have taken an S.W.A.T. team to keep my Aunt Bessie from leaving me for a minute to get settled. That’s why I’m glad Billy and Aunt Bessie are so different.
Okay, at least the weather here is perfect for my mood- gloomy. I’ve been holding in these tears ever since I got on the plane to Seattle. I should just let them out now. I sat down on bed and started crying. I don’t even remember the last time I cried that much. I think it was when my mom had her accident.
I stopped crying and went downstairs to see what Billy wanted for dinner. I liked to cook; it kept me busy; it distracted me.
“Billy, what would you like for dinner?”
“Zoey, you don’t have to cook for me. I can cook for myself. I have for the past fifteen years.”
“I know Dad. I like to cook though.”
“Well I still don’t feel comfortable with you cooking.”
“Why?”
“Well, it’s just that I don’t want you to burn down the house or anything while I’m working.”
“You really think that I would burn down the house?” Wow, he could at least have some confidence in me. I mean, I’m not that clumsy.
“No, but I just want you to be careful. I don’t know how you cook. If you cook like your Aunt Bessie then you are not going to be cooking in my house.”
His house? It’s my house too.
Aunt Bessie can cook…well, anything that isn’t edible. I’ve been cooking for myself since I was seven anyways.
“I’ve been cooking for as long as I can remember. Trust me, my food is edible.” This is weird. I would have thought that I would have been shy around Billy. Well, at least not that bad.
I’ve always been shy around people. I mean besides soccer but that’s it. Speaking of soccer…
“Ugh Dad, does Hillcrest High have a soccer team? I still want to be able to play soccer even though it’s freezing cold here.”
“I think so. I’m not really sure though. You will have to ask the lady in the office tomorrow. Sorry. Why would you want to play soccer in this weather anyways?”
“Dad, I love soccer okay. It’s my passion. I know I am clumsy, but my soccer muscles do help me stay up, most of the time anyways.”
“Oh okay Zo. Well anyways, what’s for dinner?”
“What do you have?”
“Well, not a lot. I’m always at work so I never have time to go get food anyways.”
“Well I’ll just make some spaghetti and I’ll go shopping after school tomorrow.”
“Okay then. I’ll just go watch the basketball game.”
Billy is obsessed with basketball games. I don’t know why though. There is nothing interesting about it anyways. All you do is shoot and pass. Kind of stupid to me. Soccer is way better then that.
I got dinner ready fast and we ate in silence. It was awkward. I would have rather eaten by myself.
After dinner, I wrote a list of all the groceries I was going to get. Billy must go out a lot if he barely had any food in the house. That’s kind of sad. Well, no. What’s sad is the fact that a 45 year old man with cancer lives by himself and is a police chief. I couldn’t imagine going through that.
I shook the head to get the thought out. I put down the list I made and went to my closet to look for something to wear in the morning. I pulled out a pair of skinny jeans and a short sleeve Hollister shirt. Then I found my old fans- the ones I’ve had for two years- and a black sweatshirt that had the number one on the back. I laid them out on my bed and stared at them with shame. Why did I come here? It was a stupid idea to come here. Well, no it wasn’t- not for everyone else at least. I only moved here to make everyone happy. It worked, but I’m not happy. Oh well, it’s done. I’m already here aren’t I?
I quickly put on my old sweat pants and a baggy shirt and laid down in my bed. I laid there thinking of how difficult school was going to be the next day. I mean, I would have to introduce myself to everyone, walk around with a map in front of my nose, and…ugh…I just don’t know. Then I shut my eyes and let the darkness take me in.
I woke up with a slow start. It was 6:35 and school started at 8:00. I got up too fast because I practically fell once I stood up. I ran to my dresser and pulled out the clothes I had picked out last night. I finished getting ready and almost ran into Billy on my way down the stairs.
“Oh Dad!”
“Zoey, gosh. You scared the crap out of me! Don’t do that again!”
“Sorry it was on accident.”
“Are you ready for school?”
“Yes I’m leaving now. Bye Dad. Have fun at work. Is fun the right word anyways?”
“Fun will do. Bye.”
What was wrong with him? Something was definitely up. He sounded scruffy and sad. Something is wrong. I hope that it isn’t his cancer. I know that he has his bad days but still…
I walked outside to my new Toyota and tried not to fall on the icy cement. I got into the comfy truck and immediately felt safe; almost like I was home again, like this was where I belonged. I didn’t feel like this when I was in the house. What is wrong with me? Why am I doing this? I hope Aunt Bessie is okay.
I started the engine to stop myself from crying. I missed Aunt Bessie dearly. I backed out of the driveway and drove back onto the high way. Everything was off the high way; it was so spread out here, almost like everyone was isolated in this little bubble of space.
Hillcrest High was a small school. It didn’t look like a school though; just a bunch of little buildings with the same matching roofs and a fence around it. What’s with the fence? What do they want to keep everyone here like a jail?
I quickly stepped out into the light drizzle after finding a parking spot in the crowded parking lot. I ran into the tiny office. There was one desk behind a counter that split the room in half. The lady at the desk had curly red hair. There was a plant on the counter along with many papers that seemed to look like flyers for dances and rallies.
The lady looked up from the computer screen she had just been staring at. “Hey there sweat heart! Can I get ya’ll something?”
I tried so hard to not start laughing at her voice. I laughed at everything, it was so embarrassing.
“Uh, actually I’m Zoey Johnson and I’m new here.” That probably told her everything she needed to know by the look of sympathy in her green eyes.
“Oh dear, everyone has been waitin’ for you to come! Here, let me get your schedule.”
She shuffled through a stack of papers and practically ran up to me with them.
“This is your class schedule and here is a map of the school. I hope you have fun on your first day!”
I grabbed the schedule and map and power walked out of there. I couldn’t hold in the laughter much longer. Once I stepped out the door I began laughing so hard I almost cried. Some of the students looked at me probably thinking I was crazy.
After the scene I had just created, I quickly walked over to my first class which was English. I walked in quietly, hoping that no one would see my late entrance. I closed the door seeing that the class had already started. I glanced up and I immediately felt like a fish in a fish bowl. They were staring at me, almost as if they were looking beyond me at something else; like I wasn’t even there.
“Why Miss Johnson, you’re late,” Announced the very large man with dark brown hair.
“Sorry I was getting my schedule and such. I didn’t know. I’m sorry Mr.…”
“Mr. Smith. Oh, it’s okay. Just take a seat anywhere you like.”
Mr. Smith’s dark eyes penetrated into me. It was a weird sensation. It wasn’t anything sexual or anything near that. I had felt a stab of fear at the sight of his eyes. It was weird and unnatural; inhuman. Wow, what am I thinking? Am I crazy? Gosh, this isolated town is starting to get to me.
I quietly walked over to the empty seat in the back of the class so that no one would stare at me. I slouched into my seat and kept my hair down so that I couldn’t see anyone gawking at me.
After sitting there in the most uncomfortable position ever for an hour, a nasal buzzing sound filled the air. Everyone started getting there things together. I’m guessing it was time to go.
I got up and walked to the door as fast as I could. I was almost out the door when a dark figure stepped out in front of me. I ran right into it too.
“Wow there gorgeous. Where are you going?” The boy said.
“To my next class.” I stammered.
“Oh come on Jake, leave the new girl alone.” A raspy voice had said behind me.
I turned to see a tall boy with dark curly hair- Superman style- and dark blue eyes. His eyes made his olive skin tone and perfect features stand out in the most perfect ways. His scent was heavenly and it radiated off his skin in waves, the next one as strong as the first. It didn’t smell like any cologne I’ve smelt before that all the guys’ layer on themselves. His black short sleeve shirt fit his muscles in a perfect way. His dark jeans and black shoes seemed to fit him quite well.
“Dude, you should really relax. I didn’t do anything to her.”
“Jake, just back the hell up okay. Clearly she is confused.”
“Fine dude. See you at lunch.”
The guy who’s name is Jake turned around and walked in the opposite direction of the classroom.
“Sorry about that, Jake is such a pervert. He doesn’t know anything.”
“Oh it’s okay.” I stammered. Man, was he perfect…
“Sorry, it is so rude of me to not introduce myself. I am Steven Deveraux. And you must be Zoey Johnson.”
“Hi there Steven. Yes, I’m Zoey. How does everyone know me around here?”
“This is a small town. Word gets around very quickly. You will surely learn that.”
“Oh well okay then.” I blushed knowing how stupid I must sound right now.
“What class do you have next?”
“Spanish with Ms. Latina I think. I don’t know where her class is though.”
“I would be glad to show you to it. Besides, I have that class next too.”
Steven and I walked out of the classroom after what seemed like minutes. We walked down the long corridor to room 14. It was so hard not to notice that rain drops hitting the uncovered cement. It smelled so natural out here; so fresh.
Steven and I walked into Ms. Latina’s class and he went and took a seat in the back row. Ms. Latina introduced me to the class and of course I turned blood red. She assigned me a seat next to Steven and I tripped over my own shoes on the way to my seat. Two girls, both platinum blondes, giggled in high pitched tones. I stared at them with the fiercest eyes I could. They immediately shut up.
I took my seat and a note was flung onto my desk. I opened it with shaking hands.
So, tired of this boring town yet??
I looked over, almost immediately knowing it was from Steven. He even wrote in a nice font. I steadied my hand to make my writing look neat like his.
Not really. I just got here. How can I be tired of it?
I tossed back the note and it landed on the floor. He bent over to get it when I saw what looked like a tattoo on the back of his neck. I wonder what it looks like.
Well, you certainly don’t look like your not enjoying it here. I bet you are only doing this because you think it will make everybody happy. Look I know that everyone has been gawking at you today but it is only because everyone thinks your really hot- as in the guys think that- or that your going to be a ho- as in the girls think that. Don’t listen to the girls though; they are all stupid sluts anyways. Watch out for Clara. She is the leader of the whole prep group. She sleeps with every guy, even the ones who are taken. If she bothers you, tell me.
I’m glad he’s being really nice to me. He is the first person who actually has the guts to talk to me. This Clara girl sounds like a real *****. I wonder what turned her into this monster, well that is if she hasn’t always been like this.
How do you know all of this? What, do you read people’s minds or something? And about the whole Clara thing, have you ever slept with her?
He took a minute to write back. I took this minute to my advantage and tried listening to what the teacher was saying. She was talking in Spanish so I couldn’t understand her. I really need to switch out of this class. I didn’t even pick my classes anyway. The only reason I want to stay in this class is because of Steven. Suddenly, that familiar nasal buzzing sound filled my ears and everyone was in a rush to get out of there. I would have to ask Steven about Clara later. I walked quickly out of the room, not even glancing back at Steven. I walked toward my History class in room 5.
Mr. Martin sent me to an empty seat next to a girl with platinum blonde hair with no introductions. I sat down and stared straight ahead so that it looked like I was paying attention.
“Hey, aren’t you that new girl?”
“Yes I am.” I replied back to the platinum blonde.
“I’m Clara. This school is so boring. It’s only fun because I go here.”
Oh. My. Gosh. Did she seriously just say that?
“Yeah, you heard me right. It’s cool because I’m cool. If you try and mess with me, I will ruin your reputation okay.” Clara said again.
“Look Clara, I just got here and it is my first day. I haven’t done **** to you so if you have a problem, don’t take it out on me. I’m not going to get in your way so leave me alone.” Wow, I never knew I had the guts to say that to her.
“Well okay then, we seem to be on the same page. Oh, and by the way, leave Steven alone. He’s mine.”
She turned back towards the front of the room to make it look like she wasn’t talking. I glanced away form her in discuss. Why was she so mean? I swear it was like someone had taken a stick and shoved it up her tiny ***.
The class was over before I knew it and I still had one more class until lunch. That class also happened to be the one class I liked, science. I walked into my science class and introduced myself to Ms. Parker. She had long dark hair that flowed gently to the middle of her back. She was wearing a nice suit and a pair of fancy heels. She was so beautiful. She assigned me to a lab table in the middle of the room next to a pixie looking girl. I didn’t actually see her features until I got closer but she was beautiful. She looked like a girl that everyone would love. She had short choppy brown hair and ocean blue eyes. Her skin was a translucent color.
“Hey there, you must be Zoey. I’m Rebecca, but you can call me Baca.”
“Hi there.” I said sheepishly.
Science went by in a blur because the next thing I knew, everyone was leaving the room. I grabbed my things and walked towards the lunch room. It was packed when I first walked in. That girl Becca came to me in a graceful walk.
“Zo, why don’t you come sit with me and my friends? Don’t worry; I will talk a lot so that it doesn’t make things awkward. I was the new kid before so I know what it’s like.”
We walked over to the table with her many friends. She introduced me to everyone one at a time. We sat down and started chatting away. I wasn’t even acting shy. Why was that? I glanced up to the other side of the room where a group of guys sat there. Among them was Steven. He looked past his friend and into my eyes. He glanced away before I could. In that moment that our eyes met, I knew there was something different about him.
“Zoey, Steven is totally checking you out!” Baca exclaimed quietly.
“No he’s not.” I quickly glanced up to him and there he was in his Superman glory staring at me.
I stood up mechanically and walked over to his table. It got dead silent once I got there.
“Hey Steven. What’s up?”
“Nothing really…How are you doing?”
“Saying hi to you. Are you doing anything later?”
“Yeah, I’m busy later. Sorry.” I could see the sacrifice in his eyes. It clearly meant he wanted to be with me.
“Okay then I guess I will just see you later then.” I gave him a smile I thought could win over anyone’s heart.
I turned away and could barely hear his friends telling him he should have went out with me. I smiled knowing that he wanted to. I can’t believe I just thought that and did all of that. Am I turning into that girl Clara? Ew, I am so stupid.
“Zoey did you seriously do what I think you did?” Becca asked curiously.
“Yes I did. He had ‘plans’ though.”
“Wow, I am going to have to hang with you more often.”
“Well first things first, let’s go to class.”
I looked around the empty lunch room. It was deserted. I ran to my Math class and then an hour later went to my P.E. class. Math class was pretty boring. I had already learned everything back in Denver. P.E. was okay. I was really tired so it wasn’t that fun.
I walked out of the girls locker room and started walking to my car under the over hang. I pulled up my hood as I walked out into the heavy rainfall.
“Z, wait.” I knew who it was once that magical voice spoke. “About tonight, I don’t actually have any plans. Would you like to go hang somewhere or something?”
“Steven, I thought you said you were ‘busy’.”
“I’m actually not. But I still want to know if you want to hang out. Would you like to?”
“Sure. I would love to. Where are we going to go?”
“I don’t know.”
“How about your house?”
“No! I mean, sorry we can’t go to my house. We can always go to your house though. That is if it’s okay with Billy and everything.”
“Oh, I totally forgot about Billy. Why don’t we hang out tomorrow. Billy wasn’t feeling to well today. Plus I have to go to the store. You can always call me later or something if you want. I’m sorry Steven. Rain check?”
“Okay. Rain check.”
I took out a notebook and wrote down my cell phone number. I gave it to Steven and walked over to my truck. I got into my toasty truck and immediately laughed. I can’t believe I’m not being shy. This is a start.
I started the truck and backed out of the stall a little too fast. I almost hit a tiny car. Luckily, I slammed on my brakes to prevent an accident. The other car honked and kept going. I backed out again, slowly, and drove to the grocery store. I got everything I needed and drove back home. I parked my truck in the drive way and ran into the unlocked house. Wait, unlocked? I walked into the dark kitchen and put the bags on the table. I walked over and turned on the light. Laying there on the floor in front of the stairs was Billy. I ran over to him, falling on my way over there.
“Billy! Billy wake up!” I screamed as I took his head in my hands. “Billy wake up! Come on, please wake up!” I sobbed as I dragged myself over to the phone.
“911 please help me! My name is Zoey Johnson and I am Chief Johnson’s daughter. I just walked into the house and found him unconscious. Please help me! He won’t wake up! Please hurry!”
I hung up the phone and crawled back over to Billy. I would give him CPR but I couldn’t remember how to at the moment. My mind completely went blank. All I could think of was what if he was dead?
I checked to see if he had a pulse but I couldn’t feel one. I looked on his neck and saw two small puncture marks. There was blood dripping down from them. What the heck are those? I laid down next to him and started to cry even more. Then I saw a reflection of red and blue lights in the microwave. The cops and medics came in and told me to step aside. I did as they said and the quickly stared working on him. After what seemed like hours, they put a blanket over him. They kept calling him a body. I knew that he was dead.
The cops and meds got up and took Billy away. They left me all alone in the empty house that was now mine. I grabbed the phone and dialed in Aunt Bessie’s number. She answered the phone and I couldn’t even tell her what I had just witnessed.
“Z, tell me what happened? Is everything okay? Are you or Billy hurt? , talk to me!”
“Billy, he’s…he’s…dead.” I finally got out between my sobs.
“Oh. My. Gosh. I am coming to get you right now.”
“No…stay there Ant Bessie. I am fine. Don’t come and get me.”
I hug up the phone before she could object. Billy was dead. What am I to do? Just go on and live out my life here like nothing happened? Or move somewhere far away and pretend that none of this happened?
I stood up slowly and grabbed onto the stairs to keep my balance. I fell back down again immediately. I crawled up the stairs one by one and into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked so empty, so dead. I walked over to the shower and turned it on. I got in it and sat under the hot water with all of my clothes on. I have been dreading this day my whole life. I started sobbing even more. I cried more this time then I did when my mom past away. I felt so empty, like my soul died when I saw Billy lying there on the floor. This changes everything.
Read the first chapter of the book I am working on!!!?
I think it needs a little fine tuning, but pretty good.
Reply:"Here is a lesson in creative writing. First rule: Do not use semicolons. They are transvestite hermaphrodites representing absolutely nothing. All they do is show you've been to college." - Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country
affiliate reviews
___________________________________
One
My Aunt Bessie drove me to the airport in Denver, Colorado. It was a nice day out; 82 degrees on a fall day. That’s pretty good for Colorado- we would consider that nice. I was wearing my lucky bracelet. It’s chain-linked and it has a heart hanging from it. On the heart says “I love you.”
I was going to go to the one place on Earth that I hated most; Hillcrest, Washington. My dad, Billy, lives there. He is Chief Billy Johnson of the people of Hillcrest; he’s the chief of police and has been ever since I remember. To that little town of Hillcrest, I know send myself. My mother and I used to live in Hillcrest until I was two. There was an accident and she died. I hated Hillcrest so I decided to go move with my Aunt Bessie to Denver. I would have to visit my dad, Billy, every other year.
Aunt Bessie and her husband, Lucas, travel a lot because of Lucas’s work. She stayed with me but I could tell she missed him dearly. They had just gotten married a few years ago and I was afraid the longer I stayed with them, the faster their marriage would go down the drain- not that I think their marriage is going to go down the drain or anything though. It’s just that he’s older then she is by many years.
“Zoey, I’m going to miss you so much!” Aunt Bessie exclaimed while she embraced me in one of her famous hugs.
“I know. I’m going to miss you too. I’ll tell Billy that you said hi.”
Aunt Bessie doesn’t look anything like me. She has chocolate brown hair, caramel colored eyes, and tan skin. She looks like the kind of person who would live somewhere…sunny. How could I leave her alone? I mean, she’s like a mom to me. She’s taken care of me almost my whole life. How could I just leave her here? What’s wrong with me?
“Please dear, be careful. I know how clumsy you are. I mean, I know those soccer muscles of yours help you keep your balance but still. And please, please take care of Billy. His cancer is very bad.”
“Okay I promise to be careful and take care of Billy.”
Why did she have to bring up Billy’s cancer? It’s almost as if she’s trying to rub it in.
I gave my Aunt Bessie one last hug goodbye and went onto the plane. I was going to fly to Seattle and then I would have to take another plane to Lancaster- the little city on the coast- and then drive home with Billy. That is going to be scary.
Billy’s happy that I’m moving with him but he isn’t sure why I’m moving back with him. I know he won’t say anything though because he isn’t like that. Billy keeps to himself a lot. He isn’t that much into people’s business. It will always be weird with him though because from his phone calls I could tell that he is still upset about my mother’s accident.
When I got off the plane in Lancaster, Billy was there waiting for me. So was his friend Jonathan. I’m guessing that Jonathan drove Billy out here to get me. Jonathan is Billy’s golfing buddy.
“Zoey dear, is that you? Wow, you’ve gotten so big! I missed you so much sweetie.” Billy yelled as I went to get my luggage. He gave me a hug when I got up to him. It was a weird hug. I got the sense that he thought it was awkward too.
“Yes it is. I missed you! Aunt Bessie says hi by the way.”
We all got into Jonathan’s truck and started our way to my new home. Billy tried having small talk with me. I could tell this whole ride was going to be awkward.
“I got you signed up for high school at Hillcrest High. You start school tomorrow.”
“Oh thanks Dad.” I wasn’t excited about school. I’m going to be an outcast, a weirdo. I would probably be able to pull it off if I looked like someone who lived somewhere sunny. I should be tan but I’m white. And I mean really white. My skin is almost translucent but it is kind of pretty. I have dirty blonde hair with red in it. And my blue-green eyes stand out against my skin.
“Hey Dad, do you know any places where I could buy a car?”
“Well you don’t have to look anywhere.”
“What do you mean?” What did he mean? Oh my, did he get me a car already? I hope not. Billy doesn’t really have what I would say as a “fashion sense.”
“I already got you a car. It’s a good car for you.”
“Dad, I was going to get my own car.” What did he mean the car was “good for me?”
“I actually got it for you as a welcome home gesture. I got it last week.”
“What does it look like?”
“Don’t worry, it’s a new car; only a few years old really. It’s a blue Toyota.”
“How much do I owe you?”
He paused a minute before answering my question. “You don’t need to worry about that Zoey. It’s a present from me to you. You don’t need to pay me for it.”
Wow. I just got a free Toyota. At least I won’t have to worry about that. I just have to worry about, oh let’s see, the rest of my life. Wow, that won’t be that hard…not.
“Okay, thanks Dad.”
Why did I say thanks? It was sure to be awkward with Billy and all this family stuff. Especially since I haven’t been much of a family member since I was two. I will just have to watch what I say from now on and try not to make it to awkward for the two of us. I don’t want to make it look like I’m some needy seventeen year old. Billy already has enough on his plate as it is, with the cancer and everything. Why did he have to get cancer? I mean I already lost part of me when mom died, if I lose Billy I would have lost everything. Why me, why me?
I shook my head to get those depressing thoughts out. I looked out the window to see what my new home looked like. Wow, I forgot how green and humid it was here. It was almost as if the green was from another planet, an alien planet. It completely covered everything in its path; trees were covered with moss, grass covered in green shrubs, bushes covered in green flowers- holy cow, green flowers? I’ve never seen green flowers in my life! I didn’t even know they existed- weird. It reminded me of a rain forest. It was very beautiful though; a rare beauty.
Finally, I thought as we pulled up to Billy’s house. Jonathan dropped us off and drove away. I looked at the once familiar house. It was a tiny two story house. The paint was peeling off in some places. I would have to fix that. My bedroom faced over the front yard- my room always has in every house I’ve lived in. There was a giant tree in front of my bedroom window. Perfect for sneaking out, but knowing me, I wouldn’t do it anyways. The flowers needed some work too. I feel bad that Billy can’t fix all this stuff up. Stupid cancer.
Parked in the driveway was my new Toyota. I loved it! It was made of that really tough material that would turn another car into a billion pieces if it got into an accident. I actually thought I would have hated it but Billy has yet to surprise me, again.
“I hope you like your truck Zoey.”
“I don’t just like it Dad, I love it!”
I went up to Billy and gave him a big hug, a real hug. He probably hasn’t had one of these in a long time. He had gotten tense at first but then loosened up a little. Then I ran over to my truck and hugged it. It was perfect. At least I wouldn’t have to cry about that tonight.
I got all of my bags and went into the house. It looked the same as it did when I was last here. The family room was to the left. There was an old scruffy couch, a chair, and a TV. The carpet was a navy blue color. There was a huge window above the couch. To the right was the kitchen. The floor was white linoleum. The cabinets were a faded brown. There was a dishwasher, thank goodness. I hated washing dishes like I had to at my Aunt Bessie’s house. There was a kitchen table that was the same color as the cabinets. The chairs matched too. There was a window above the sink with a few flowers sitting on the window seal.
The stairs were right in front of me. I walked up them with my bags and stood in the hallway while I remembered falling down them when I visited here one time. To the right of me was Billy’s room. I haven’t been in there in years. And I will continue not to. In front of me was my own bathroom. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about sharing a bathroom. I don’t think Billy would have wanted to wait an hour and a half while I get ready every morning.
To the left of me was my room. I walked in and sat my few bags on the bed. I had to sort all of my winter clothes from my summer ones when I was packing. I ended up bringing all of my winter clothes- which was not that good. There was no point bringing my summer ones because it is always cold here. I guess I would need to go shopping.
I looked around my room. There was a bed, a dresser, a closet, a night table next to my bed, and a desk with a computer on it. It looks like Billy got rid of all my baby things. Everything in here has been here since I was born, except for the desk. The computer was so I could do my homework and probably keep in touch with Aunt Bessie if she ever wanted to contact me by email.
I looked out my window at the yard in front. The rain drops were lightly hitting my window one by one. I will have to get used to the rain too. I hate the rain. I love the sun and how it feels against my skin. What stinks is that it barely gets any sunshine here.
I’m glad Billy isn’t clingy because otherwise I wouldn’t be able to cry at all. He leaves me alone a lot. I guess he’s so used to being alone that he doesn’t feel comfortable with me being here. I kind of like being alone. I mean I’ve always been alone because Aunt Bessie would travel with Lucas. I like the quite. It would have taken an S.W.A.T. team to keep my Aunt Bessie from leaving me for a minute to get settled. That’s why I’m glad Billy and Aunt Bessie are so different.
Okay, at least the weather here is perfect for my mood- gloomy. I’ve been holding in these tears ever since I got on the plane to Seattle. I should just let them out now. I sat down on bed and started crying. I don’t even remember the last time I cried that much. I think it was when my mom had her accident.
I stopped crying and went downstairs to see what Billy wanted for dinner. I liked to cook; it kept me busy; it distracted me.
“Billy, what would you like for dinner?”
“Zoey, you don’t have to cook for me. I can cook for myself. I have for the past fifteen years.”
“I know Dad. I like to cook though.”
“Well I still don’t feel comfortable with you cooking.”
“Why?”
“Well, it’s just that I don’t want you to burn down the house or anything while I’m working.”
“You really think that I would burn down the house?” Wow, he could at least have some confidence in me. I mean, I’m not that clumsy.
“No, but I just want you to be careful. I don’t know how you cook. If you cook like your Aunt Bessie then you are not going to be cooking in my house.”
His house? It’s my house too.
Aunt Bessie can cook…well, anything that isn’t edible. I’ve been cooking for myself since I was seven anyways.
“I’ve been cooking for as long as I can remember. Trust me, my food is edible.” This is weird. I would have thought that I would have been shy around Billy. Well, at least not that bad.
I’ve always been shy around people. I mean besides soccer but that’s it. Speaking of soccer…
“Ugh Dad, does Hillcrest High have a soccer team? I still want to be able to play soccer even though it’s freezing cold here.”
“I think so. I’m not really sure though. You will have to ask the lady in the office tomorrow. Sorry. Why would you want to play soccer in this weather anyways?”
“Dad, I love soccer okay. It’s my passion. I know I am clumsy, but my soccer muscles do help me stay up, most of the time anyways.”
“Oh okay Zo. Well anyways, what’s for dinner?”
“What do you have?”
“Well, not a lot. I’m always at work so I never have time to go get food anyways.”
“Well I’ll just make some spaghetti and I’ll go shopping after school tomorrow.”
“Okay then. I’ll just go watch the basketball game.”
Billy is obsessed with basketball games. I don’t know why though. There is nothing interesting about it anyways. All you do is shoot and pass. Kind of stupid to me. Soccer is way better then that.
I got dinner ready fast and we ate in silence. It was awkward. I would have rather eaten by myself.
After dinner, I wrote a list of all the groceries I was going to get. Billy must go out a lot if he barely had any food in the house. That’s kind of sad. Well, no. What’s sad is the fact that a 45 year old man with cancer lives by himself and is a police chief. I couldn’t imagine going through that.
I shook the head to get the thought out. I put down the list I made and went to my closet to look for something to wear in the morning. I pulled out a pair of skinny jeans and a short sleeve Hollister shirt. Then I found my old fans- the ones I’ve had for two years- and a black sweatshirt that had the number one on the back. I laid them out on my bed and stared at them with shame. Why did I come here? It was a stupid idea to come here. Well, no it wasn’t- not for everyone else at least. I only moved here to make everyone happy. It worked, but I’m not happy. Oh well, it’s done. I’m already here aren’t I?
I quickly put on my old sweat pants and a baggy shirt and laid down in my bed. I laid there thinking of how difficult school was going to be the next day. I mean, I would have to introduce myself to everyone, walk around with a map in front of my nose, and…ugh…I just don’t know. Then I shut my eyes and let the darkness take me in.
I woke up with a slow start. It was 6:35 and school started at 8:00. I got up too fast because I practically fell once I stood up. I ran to my dresser and pulled out the clothes I had picked out last night. I finished getting ready and almost ran into Billy on my way down the stairs.
“Oh Dad!”
“Zoey, gosh. You scared the crap out of me! Don’t do that again!”
“Sorry it was on accident.”
“Are you ready for school?”
“Yes I’m leaving now. Bye Dad. Have fun at work. Is fun the right word anyways?”
“Fun will do. Bye.”
What was wrong with him? Something was definitely up. He sounded scruffy and sad. Something is wrong. I hope that it isn’t his cancer. I know that he has his bad days but still…
I walked outside to my new Toyota and tried not to fall on the icy cement. I got into the comfy truck and immediately felt safe; almost like I was home again, like this was where I belonged. I didn’t feel like this when I was in the house. What is wrong with me? Why am I doing this? I hope Aunt Bessie is okay.
I started the engine to stop myself from crying. I missed Aunt Bessie dearly. I backed out of the driveway and drove back onto the high way. Everything was off the high way; it was so spread out here, almost like everyone was isolated in this little bubble of space.
Hillcrest High was a small school. It didn’t look like a school though; just a bunch of little buildings with the same matching roofs and a fence around it. What’s with the fence? What do they want to keep everyone here like a jail?
I quickly stepped out into the light drizzle after finding a parking spot in the crowded parking lot. I ran into the tiny office. There was one desk behind a counter that split the room in half. The lady at the desk had curly red hair. There was a plant on the counter along with many papers that seemed to look like flyers for dances and rallies.
The lady looked up from the computer screen she had just been staring at. “Hey there sweat heart! Can I get ya’ll something?”
I tried so hard to not start laughing at her voice. I laughed at everything, it was so embarrassing.
“Uh, actually I’m Zoey Johnson and I’m new here.” That probably told her everything she needed to know by the look of sympathy in her green eyes.
“Oh dear, everyone has been waitin’ for you to come! Here, let me get your schedule.”
She shuffled through a stack of papers and practically ran up to me with them.
“This is your class schedule and here is a map of the school. I hope you have fun on your first day!”
I grabbed the schedule and map and power walked out of there. I couldn’t hold in the laughter much longer. Once I stepped out the door I began laughing so hard I almost cried. Some of the students looked at me probably thinking I was crazy.
After the scene I had just created, I quickly walked over to my first class which was English. I walked in quietly, hoping that no one would see my late entrance. I closed the door seeing that the class had already started. I glanced up and I immediately felt like a fish in a fish bowl. They were staring at me, almost as if they were looking beyond me at something else; like I wasn’t even there.
“Why Miss Johnson, you’re late,” Announced the very large man with dark brown hair.
“Sorry I was getting my schedule and such. I didn’t know. I’m sorry Mr.…”
“Mr. Smith. Oh, it’s okay. Just take a seat anywhere you like.”
Mr. Smith’s dark eyes penetrated into me. It was a weird sensation. It wasn’t anything sexual or anything near that. I had felt a stab of fear at the sight of his eyes. It was weird and unnatural; inhuman. Wow, what am I thinking? Am I crazy? Gosh, this isolated town is starting to get to me.
I quietly walked over to the empty seat in the back of the class so that no one would stare at me. I slouched into my seat and kept my hair down so that I couldn’t see anyone gawking at me.
After sitting there in the most uncomfortable position ever for an hour, a nasal buzzing sound filled the air. Everyone started getting there things together. I’m guessing it was time to go.
I got up and walked to the door as fast as I could. I was almost out the door when a dark figure stepped out in front of me. I ran right into it too.
“Wow there gorgeous. Where are you going?” The boy said.
“To my next class.” I stammered.
“Oh come on Jake, leave the new girl alone.” A raspy voice had said behind me.
I turned to see a tall boy with dark curly hair- Superman style- and dark blue eyes. His eyes made his olive skin tone and perfect features stand out in the most perfect ways. His scent was heavenly and it radiated off his skin in waves, the next one as strong as the first. It didn’t smell like any cologne I’ve smelt before that all the guys’ layer on themselves. His black short sleeve shirt fit his muscles in a perfect way. His dark jeans and black shoes seemed to fit him quite well.
“Dude, you should really relax. I didn’t do anything to her.”
“Jake, just back the hell up okay. Clearly she is confused.”
“Fine dude. See you at lunch.”
The guy who’s name is Jake turned around and walked in the opposite direction of the classroom.
“Sorry about that, Jake is such a pervert. He doesn’t know anything.”
“Oh it’s okay.” I stammered. Man, was he perfect…
“Sorry, it is so rude of me to not introduce myself. I am Steven Deveraux. And you must be Zoey Johnson.”
“Hi there Steven. Yes, I’m Zoey. How does everyone know me around here?”
“This is a small town. Word gets around very quickly. You will surely learn that.”
“Oh well okay then.” I blushed knowing how stupid I must sound right now.
“What class do you have next?”
“Spanish with Ms. Latina I think. I don’t know where her class is though.”
“I would be glad to show you to it. Besides, I have that class next too.”
Steven and I walked out of the classroom after what seemed like minutes. We walked down the long corridor to room 14. It was so hard not to notice that rain drops hitting the uncovered cement. It smelled so natural out here; so fresh.
Steven and I walked into Ms. Latina’s class and he went and took a seat in the back row. Ms. Latina introduced me to the class and of course I turned blood red. She assigned me a seat next to Steven and I tripped over my own shoes on the way to my seat. Two girls, both platinum blondes, giggled in high pitched tones. I stared at them with the fiercest eyes I could. They immediately shut up.
I took my seat and a note was flung onto my desk. I opened it with shaking hands.
So, tired of this boring town yet??
I looked over, almost immediately knowing it was from Steven. He even wrote in a nice font. I steadied my hand to make my writing look neat like his.
Not really. I just got here. How can I be tired of it?
I tossed back the note and it landed on the floor. He bent over to get it when I saw what looked like a tattoo on the back of his neck. I wonder what it looks like.
Well, you certainly don’t look like your not enjoying it here. I bet you are only doing this because you think it will make everybody happy. Look I know that everyone has been gawking at you today but it is only because everyone thinks your really hot- as in the guys think that- or that your going to be a ho- as in the girls think that. Don’t listen to the girls though; they are all stupid sluts anyways. Watch out for Clara. She is the leader of the whole prep group. She sleeps with every guy, even the ones who are taken. If she bothers you, tell me.
I’m glad he’s being really nice to me. He is the first person who actually has the guts to talk to me. This Clara girl sounds like a real *****. I wonder what turned her into this monster, well that is if she hasn’t always been like this.
How do you know all of this? What, do you read people’s minds or something? And about the whole Clara thing, have you ever slept with her?
He took a minute to write back. I took this minute to my advantage and tried listening to what the teacher was saying. She was talking in Spanish so I couldn’t understand her. I really need to switch out of this class. I didn’t even pick my classes anyway. The only reason I want to stay in this class is because of Steven. Suddenly, that familiar nasal buzzing sound filled my ears and everyone was in a rush to get out of there. I would have to ask Steven about Clara later. I walked quickly out of the room, not even glancing back at Steven. I walked toward my History class in room 5.
Mr. Martin sent me to an empty seat next to a girl with platinum blonde hair with no introductions. I sat down and stared straight ahead so that it looked like I was paying attention.
“Hey, aren’t you that new girl?”
“Yes I am.” I replied back to the platinum blonde.
“I’m Clara. This school is so boring. It’s only fun because I go here.”
Oh. My. Gosh. Did she seriously just say that?
“Yeah, you heard me right. It’s cool because I’m cool. If you try and mess with me, I will ruin your reputation okay.” Clara said again.
“Look Clara, I just got here and it is my first day. I haven’t done **** to you so if you have a problem, don’t take it out on me. I’m not going to get in your way so leave me alone.” Wow, I never knew I had the guts to say that to her.
“Well okay then, we seem to be on the same page. Oh, and by the way, leave Steven alone. He’s mine.”
She turned back towards the front of the room to make it look like she wasn’t talking. I glanced away form her in discuss. Why was she so mean? I swear it was like someone had taken a stick and shoved it up her tiny ***.
The class was over before I knew it and I still had one more class until lunch. That class also happened to be the one class I liked, science. I walked into my science class and introduced myself to Ms. Parker. She had long dark hair that flowed gently to the middle of her back. She was wearing a nice suit and a pair of fancy heels. She was so beautiful. She assigned me to a lab table in the middle of the room next to a pixie looking girl. I didn’t actually see her features until I got closer but she was beautiful. She looked like a girl that everyone would love. She had short choppy brown hair and ocean blue eyes. Her skin was a translucent color.
“Hey there, you must be Zoey. I’m Rebecca, but you can call me Baca.”
“Hi there.” I said sheepishly.
Science went by in a blur because the next thing I knew, everyone was leaving the room. I grabbed my things and walked towards the lunch room. It was packed when I first walked in. That girl Becca came to me in a graceful walk.
“Zo, why don’t you come sit with me and my friends? Don’t worry; I will talk a lot so that it doesn’t make things awkward. I was the new kid before so I know what it’s like.”
We walked over to the table with her many friends. She introduced me to everyone one at a time. We sat down and started chatting away. I wasn’t even acting shy. Why was that? I glanced up to the other side of the room where a group of guys sat there. Among them was Steven. He looked past his friend and into my eyes. He glanced away before I could. In that moment that our eyes met, I knew there was something different about him.
“Zoey, Steven is totally checking you out!” Baca exclaimed quietly.
“No he’s not.” I quickly glanced up to him and there he was in his Superman glory staring at me.
I stood up mechanically and walked over to his table. It got dead silent once I got there.
“Hey Steven. What’s up?”
“Nothing really…How are you doing?”
“Saying hi to you. Are you doing anything later?”
“Yeah, I’m busy later. Sorry.” I could see the sacrifice in his eyes. It clearly meant he wanted to be with me.
“Okay then I guess I will just see you later then.” I gave him a smile I thought could win over anyone’s heart.
I turned away and could barely hear his friends telling him he should have went out with me. I smiled knowing that he wanted to. I can’t believe I just thought that and did all of that. Am I turning into that girl Clara? Ew, I am so stupid.
“Zoey did you seriously do what I think you did?” Becca asked curiously.
“Yes I did. He had ‘plans’ though.”
“Wow, I am going to have to hang with you more often.”
“Well first things first, let’s go to class.”
I looked around the empty lunch room. It was deserted. I ran to my Math class and then an hour later went to my P.E. class. Math class was pretty boring. I had already learned everything back in Denver. P.E. was okay. I was really tired so it wasn’t that fun.
I walked out of the girls locker room and started walking to my car under the over hang. I pulled up my hood as I walked out into the heavy rainfall.
“Z, wait.” I knew who it was once that magical voice spoke. “About tonight, I don’t actually have any plans. Would you like to go hang somewhere or something?”
“Steven, I thought you said you were ‘busy’.”
“I’m actually not. But I still want to know if you want to hang out. Would you like to?”
“Sure. I would love to. Where are we going to go?”
“I don’t know.”
“How about your house?”
“No! I mean, sorry we can’t go to my house. We can always go to your house though. That is if it’s okay with Billy and everything.”
“Oh, I totally forgot about Billy. Why don’t we hang out tomorrow. Billy wasn’t feeling to well today. Plus I have to go to the store. You can always call me later or something if you want. I’m sorry Steven. Rain check?”
“Okay. Rain check.”
I took out a notebook and wrote down my cell phone number. I gave it to Steven and walked over to my truck. I got into my toasty truck and immediately laughed. I can’t believe I’m not being shy. This is a start.
I started the truck and backed out of the stall a little too fast. I almost hit a tiny car. Luckily, I slammed on my brakes to prevent an accident. The other car honked and kept going. I backed out again, slowly, and drove to the grocery store. I got everything I needed and drove back home. I parked my truck in the drive way and ran into the unlocked house. Wait, unlocked? I walked into the dark kitchen and put the bags on the table. I walked over and turned on the light. Laying there on the floor in front of the stairs was Billy. I ran over to him, falling on my way over there.
“Billy! Billy wake up!” I screamed as I took his head in my hands. “Billy wake up! Come on, please wake up!” I sobbed as I dragged myself over to the phone.
“911 please help me! My name is Zoey Johnson and I am Chief Johnson’s daughter. I just walked into the house and found him unconscious. Please help me! He won’t wake up! Please hurry!”
I hung up the phone and crawled back over to Billy. I would give him CPR but I couldn’t remember how to at the moment. My mind completely went blank. All I could think of was what if he was dead?
I checked to see if he had a pulse but I couldn’t feel one. I looked on his neck and saw two small puncture marks. There was blood dripping down from them. What the heck are those? I laid down next to him and started to cry even more. Then I saw a reflection of red and blue lights in the microwave. The cops and medics came in and told me to step aside. I did as they said and the quickly stared working on him. After what seemed like hours, they put a blanket over him. They kept calling him a body. I knew that he was dead.
The cops and meds got up and took Billy away. They left me all alone in the empty house that was now mine. I grabbed the phone and dialed in Aunt Bessie’s number. She answered the phone and I couldn’t even tell her what I had just witnessed.
“Z, tell me what happened? Is everything okay? Are you or Billy hurt? , talk to me!”
“Billy, he’s…he’s…dead.” I finally got out between my sobs.
“Oh. My. Gosh. I am coming to get you right now.”
“No…stay there Ant Bessie. I am fine. Don’t come and get me.”
I hug up the phone before she could object. Billy was dead. What am I to do? Just go on and live out my life here like nothing happened? Or move somewhere far away and pretend that none of this happened?
I stood up slowly and grabbed onto the stairs to keep my balance. I fell back down again immediately. I crawled up the stairs one by one and into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked so empty, so dead. I walked over to the shower and turned it on. I got in it and sat under the hot water with all of my clothes on. I have been dreading this day my whole life. I started sobbing even more. I cried more this time then I did when my mom past away. I felt so empty, like my soul died when I saw Billy lying there on the floor. This changes everything.
Read the first chapter of the book I am working on!!!?
I think it needs a little fine tuning, but pretty good.
Reply:"Here is a lesson in creative writing. First rule: Do not use semicolons. They are transvestite hermaphrodites representing absolutely nothing. All they do is show you've been to college." - Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country
affiliate reviews
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)