Everytime an angel sings

Senior Project Book Chpt. 4

2005-05-02T04:33:06Z

As she got up and got dressed that morning she
thought about what she planned on doing that night when she
got home. She refused to think about what she was doing
today, there was too much fear in that, so instead she
though about what she was going to do when she got home. Not
if she got home, but when, because that insured her that she
was going to make it home.
“Sugar hurry up.” Joe’s voice came from in the
living room. It was a warm morning, and Sarai stood in front
of the bathroom mirror wondering if her dress was a decent
enough length for a funeral. Carolyn sat cross legged atop
the toilet to her right like a bright faced porcelain doll,
staring intently at her with her tongue between her teeth.
At the sound of Joe’s voice Carolyn seemed to come to life
as she called back her reply.
“Our friend just died, Joe. You could wait a few
more minutes while she gets dressed.”
Sarai turned to her friend and stared at her in
her soft white face.
“Since when do you care for Summer?”
“Since when did I speak ill of the dead.”
Sarai’s gaze turned back to the mirror and looked
at herself once more, wondering if she should change
anything, but not making a move to do anything.
“How do you get dressed for something so
depressing so fast?”
Carolyn looked down at herself, clad in a black
skirt and a black tank top of the same color. She wore no
stockings, but had on pair of black Mary Janes that overall
made her look younger than she actually was.
“I wear this to every funeral I go to.”
“How many funerals have you gone to?”
“None,” Carolyn said with a simple shrug. “But I
figure this would be my usual funeral outfit.”
Sarai continued to stare at herself in the mirror,
trying to find any malignant feature in her face. She could
almost still see the invisible scar on her face that made
Carolyn feel the need to be her protector. To her it looked
like bad stitches that held her mouth shut, but who knew
what Carolyn saw as she looked at Sarai’s sad reflection.
“There’s nothing wrong, you look fine.” Carolyn
said standing up finally and reaching for the bathroom door
handle.
“Are you sure?” Sarai asked. “Something seems a
little off.”
“Ask Joe, if anything is wrong, he’ll see what we
don’t.”
She took a long breath, and as Carolyn opened the
door Sarai pursed her lips to get rid of any signs of the
scar that only she could see. Then, she turned around and
called out to her boyfriend as innocently as she could.
“Joe, how do I look?”
~*~
“You look fine stop worrying.” Sarai said as
Carolyn and her walked from her house. It was sometime after
eight, and the sky had already settled in it’s little nest
past the hills and out of sight.
“Yeah, but do I look good?”
Sarai rolled her eyes as Carolyn handed her the
keys to the Accord and the two jumped quickly into it.
“I’m glad I don’t worry about these things like
you.”
“You should,” Carolyn said as she leaned the
passenger seat back until she felt she was comfortable
enough. “My cousin’s coming to this one.”
“Can I be single first?”
Carolyn made a noise that was somewhere in between
and laugh and a scream, and Sarai knew what was coming.
“I haven’t talked to him since it happened.”
“Good, and he better hope I never see him too.”
Sarai laughed, if not to relax Carolyn, then to
make herself feel better. She hadn’t talked to Scott in
days, instead she didn’t answer his phone calls and took
alternate routes to school, from school and anywhere else
she might have gone often.
The further they strayed away from Sarai’s house,
the thinner the ray of confidence Sarai had became. What if
these people could see it on her face, just as Carolyn had?
Would they speak to her, or would they speak to each other
in quiet whispers, spreading rumors around about what and
why it happened. In some versions would she become a
jezzebelle who lured Scott into a trap, or would she become
a weak animal, like a deer trapped in a bear trap, waiting
for the hunter to come after her.
Most of all in any of these stories would she
still be herself?
It got so bad by the time her and Carolyn arrived
at the party that Sarai found herself staring at herself
intently in the rearview mirror as Carolyn assured her that
nothing was wrong.
They walked into Juan’s home in these reversed
roles. Carolyn walked with her head held high smiling and
talking to everyone as they passed, while Sarai walked
beside her, like a small child, which was odd considering
that Sarai was a few inches taller than her friend.
Carolyn quickly walked to the kitchen and grabbed
a drink, and a glass of water for Sarai.
“Designated driver.” she said as she passed Sarai
the drink, and Sarai smiled. She wasn’t in the mood to drink
anyway.
Holding her drink close to her, Carolyn grabbed
onto Sarai’s arm and began to lead her around the different
rooms of the house, first looking for Juan to say hello,
then to find anyone that was even remotely familiar to them
and reminiscing about things they could barely remember.
All the rooms were lit with dim yellow lights that
made everything around them look tanned and sandy and as the
two walked, it looked almost like everyone was hanging out
in the middle of a cool desert.
Carolyn found a couch that was empty save for two
guys Sarai didn’t recognize.
“Designated driver.” she said as she passed Sarai
the drink, and Sarai smiled. She wasn’t in the mood to drink
anyway.
Holding her drink close to her, Carolyn grabbed
onto Sarai’s arm and began to lead her around the different
rooms of the house, first looking for Juan to say hello,
then to find anyone that was even remotely familiar to them
and reminiscing about things they could barely remember.
All the rooms were lit with dim yellow lights that
made everything around them look tanned and sandy and as the
two walked, it looked almost like everyone was hanging out
in the middle of a cool desert.
Carolyn found a couch that was empty save for two
guys Sarai didn’t recognize.
Carolyn sat behind her facing the other boy and
began to talk to him. She situated herself behind Sarai and
clamped their backs close together as she sipped on her
drink. She nudged Sarai, who felt this uncontrollable urge
to giggle.
The boy sitting across the couch smiled and sipped
his drink and looked relaxed in the cool, sandy lighting.
Sarai felt herself giggle again and was only able to stop
herself by taking a sip of her own drink. When she was done
she giggled again and took a longer drink.
“What are you drinking?” the boy asked looking
sideways at the cup in Sarai’s hand. Again she giggled and
took a quick sip.
“Believe it or not it’s only water.” She
responded. “Strange for one of Juan’s parties isn’t it?”
The boy giggled himself and took a sip from his
cup.
“Actually I’m having the same.”
Carolyn’s body leaned more and more onto Sarai’s
as Carolyn drank. Sarai instinctively held onto Carolyn’s
left pinkie with her right one. She needed to keep Carolyn
close to her without making her feeling confined and this
was the best way. She continued talking, staying very aware
of her friend behind her.
“I’m getting tired of water,” he said quietly
staring down in his cup. “Maybe I should get juice.”
As he stood to make his way into the kitchen,
Sarai stood to block his way.
“No point in that,” she said. “That’s got alcohol
in it too.”
In an odd moment he continued into the kitchen and
Sarai followed.
“Here I’ll show you a secret.”
She opened a drawer filled with sugar packets Juan
usually never used, and pulled out a few.
She opened them and slowly stirred them into her
and his drinks.
“Just like juice, without the color.”
“A message from Sugar Sweet and her Cheap Juice
Drinks.” Sarai giggled again and took a long drink from her
cup. The warm, sugary liquid slid easily down her throat and
sent a shiver down her spine that relaxed her entire body.
She smiled at him, Sugar Sweet, the joke was corny, but for
some reason she felt relaxed by it.
Maybe they stood there for hours, or maybe they
stood there for a few seconds, but as they stared, Sarai
noticed a slight flicker of something in her new friends
face that made her nervous. She clenched her right hand and
feeling nothing but thin air brought her back into reality.
“Carolyn?” She looked over at the couch. Carolyn
was gone, as well as the boy she’d been talking to.
“Carolyn, where’s Carolyn?” The new boy turned around and
scanned the room with his big black eyes.
“I don’t know I didn’t even notice her leaving the
room.”
“We have to fine her, we have to find her now!”
Sarai was in a near panic as she searched the
living room for her best friend. Every girl with straight
black hair grabbed at Sarai’s attention, screaming at her
eyes to change course, temporarily putting her off of the
direction she needed to be.
Suddenly thoughts began to flow through her head
of all the unthinkable things that could have happened to
Carolyn. The thoughts began to weigh her body down until
Sarai had to lean her shoulder against a wall to keep
herself from falling.
“You looking for Carolyn?” A large hand fell down
on Sarai’s shoulder, which sent her swimming. She whipped
herself around to face this informer, but further dizzied
herself and began to fall backwards towards the floor. She
felt someone grab onto her and pulled her close to a warm
familiar body.
“Have you been drinking Sarah?”
It was almost like being dropped in ice cold water
and the safety of the party decreased.
“What did you do to her Scott?” She screamed and
began to push away with all the force she could with her
little body. “What did you do? If you hurt her I’ll kill
you!”
The sick smile that was plastered across his face
made Sarai sick, and she tried harder to hurt him, all the
while screaming at him.
“Calm down, babe calm down it’s okay.” Scott
sounded as though her was on the edge of laughing. “I saw
her in the bathroom with some blond throwing up.”
Sarai pushed past Scott and ran towards the
closest bathroom. There she saw Carolyn bent over the toilet
looking over her shoulder at Summer in disgust. Quickly as
she could Sarai was at Carolyn’s side pulling back her hair.
“Gosh, this is why I don’t come to these things,
things like this always happen, people getting drunk and
throwing up all over the place.”
Carolyn reached out and grabbed Sarai’s shoulder
and squeezed.
“Summer get out!” Sarai found herself screaming.
“Go guard the door and make sure nobody comes in.”
“Especially yourself.” Carolyn gurgled out right
before another convulsion sent her body heaving for the
toilet.
“Stop walking and just heave. before you choke
yourself.”
Carolyn’s pale skin began to blotch, some parts
becoming paler than usual as her cheeks browned. Sarai felt
as Carolyn’s hair moistened in her hands from sweat.
Carolyn’s small body convulsed with each heave as her body
tried to push out all the sickness from her body.
“This is what happens when you drink too much and
you only weigh 80 pounds soaking wet.”
Carolyn was able to throw Sarai a dirty look
before turning back to the toilet to release more bile and
alcohol from her stomach.
The walls of Juan’s house were thin and the sound
of someone leaning against the door frame was loud and
quickly drew Sarai’s attention.
“Geez Carolyn, how much did you drink?” The boy
from the couch, Sarai’s new friend, stared shocked at
Carolyn’s small body which was now shaking almost
uncontrollably.
Apparently too much,” Sarai responded. Carolyn’s
body jumped forward and her eyes widened as she made a
frantic shift towards the toilet. Nothing happened and
slowly she relaxed herself again on the bathroom floor.
“Some guar Summer turned out to be.” She said
behind a smirk. “I bet she’s somewhere crying about some
boy.”
“If you’re talking about the blond she’s in the
hall talking to one.” the boy glanced between the two and
suddenly Carolyn’s body jerked up again. Nothing except a
soft scream left her lips.
She made an attempt to get up, but found she had
to sit down again to keep from becoming even sicker. Sarai
helped Carolyn stand and the two of them stared at the boy.
“That’s for the family support Joe,” Carolyn said.
“but me and Sarai have to get to her house before Summer
gets her heart broken again.”
Sarai took this as her cue and began to shuffle
Carolyn out the door.
“Here let me come with, I don’t want anything bad
to happen to you guys on the way home.”
Outside of the bathroom Joe took hold of Carolyn
and the three of them made their way towards the door. As
they walked Sarai felt a strange burning on the back of her
neck. She turned, wondering what it was that made her feel
so uncomfortable.
Scott stood on the other side of the room, leaning
up against the wall watching Sarai, Carolyn and Joe leave.
In front of him stood Summer, yapping on nonstop. Scott made
a move to push himself up from the wall.
Sarai quickly turned around and hurried Joe and
Carolyn out the door, handing Joe the keys to Carolyn’s
Accord.
“You’re a good driver right?”

Senior Project Book Chpt. 3

2005-05-02T04:31:58Z

“How could I have been so stupid?!” Her voice was
high and piercing between her long and drawn out sobs. “I
should have known he would do this to me.”
Sarai and Carolyn sat on both sides of the weeping
girl. Carolyn with her pale skin and blue black hair looked
like porcelain doll representation of a Japanese geisha,
something she hated for Sarai to notice aloud. She in turn
would tell Sarai she looked like a less distorted African
furtility statuette, which only made Sarai laugh in return.
However today neither of them could laugh, because Summer
had been dumped, sort of.
“I mean, I loved him!”
Carolyn looked at Sarai over Summer’s head and
covered her ears. She was tired of hearing this girl weep
and cry over men she never had and wanted to find something
else to do other than play support group for a helpless
girl. Sarai shrugged her shoulders. It wasn’t that bad,
besides Summer and this guy had been getting close, and they
would have probably gotten together. . .
If it wasn’t for Summer’s personality.
“Is there something wrong with me? Am I just a
repellent to guys?”
Carolyn rolled her eyes, but before she could say
anything Sarai enveloped Summer in her arms and began to coo
at her.
“Oh no of course not,” she said. “You two just
grew apart, it happens to the best of us.”
Summer continued to weep, and Carolyn continued to
make strange faces over the girl as Sarai tried to comfort
her.
“I know what’ll cheer you up,” Sarai started. “Why
don’t you come with me and Carolyn to Juan’s kickback
party?”
Carolyn squealed, but after a piercing look from
Sarai she covered herself by agreeing.
“Yeah, that would be a great idea.”
Summer lifted her head from over her knees and
looked at the two smiling an ugly pink smile between a river
of tears. Carolyn smiled back at Summer, and Sarai could
only hope that she wouldn’t say anything to hurt the girl’s
feelings anymore.
“Oh no that’s okay,” Summer said. “That’s not my
scene.”
Carolyn looked at Summer in shock but then sighed
in relief once she realized what that meant.
“I really should be going home though.”
“You sure you can drive like this?”
“Oh yeah I’m fine.”
Summer said her goodbyes and headed towards her
car as Carolyn and Sarai watched her walk away. Finally when
Summer had made her way out of the door and into her car
Carolyn turned to Sarai and screamed.
“What were you thinking?!” Sarai collapsed down
across the table and looked innocently at Carolyn. “How
could you invite her to Juan’s? The way she is she’d get
either drugged up or drunk and we’d all end up in trouble.”
“Isn’t that what kickbacks are for?” Sarai asked,
still laying like a large lump across the table. Carolyn
rolled her eyes at her and fell down in the same position as
her friend. They stared at each other for a few minutes.
“We’ve known each other since we were little kids, you know
how she is, we should look out for her.”
“I still liked her sister better.”
Sarai smiled and rolled her eyes at her best
friend as she sat up and took a sip of her cup.
At the table across form them a group of guys sat
around drinking their coffees. One boy in particular looked
at Sarai and smiled. Sarai turned back to Carolyn tyring to
throw away the boys attention, but he continued to stare.
One of them tapped his friend’s shoulder and pointed to her.
Sarai turned more to try and force the attention away, but
soon he began to push his friend out of his chair so he
could have room to get up. Sarai panicked and took the last
sip of her coffee before jumping up and making her way to
the door, with Carolyn close behind.
Outside they stood in the middle of an old and
lifeless shopping center. They’d just left the coffee shop,
which on days like these usually only inhabited hip teen
scenesters who didn’t have cars to go to Riverside for
coffee, or by large crowds of Seniors who come here to watch
the owner’s son play his guitar and sing songs about what
things were like in the good old days. Across the street was
the best burger place in the world, which usually didn’t
have anyone inside, but instead had millions of people
bottled into the drive through at once. To the left of that
was a bar that’d been there for as long as the two could
remember, who’s theme changed from a biker bar, to a gay
bar, and then to a bike bar again in rumor so many times
that Carolyn continually talked about finally turning 18 and
being able to go in and see what was really inside.
To the right of them, was a dusty liquor store,
that in all it’s glory was overshadowed by the burger place
across the street. The entire shopping center cast a graying
blue shadow even under the midday sun. Sarai and Carolyn
made their way to Carolyn’s dark black Accord. Carolyn slid
in without really paying attention, but Sarai felt the urge
to take a once over all around her before she got in. Now
every so often she got this weird sense of paranoia, and
everything looked like it was out to get her. Every so often
she’d see a red flash before her eyes and everything would
spin out of control for what seemed like hours and it only
stopped when she felt a scream rising in her throat then
everything would fade slowly back into normal and she’d be
left with her mouth gaping open like a dying fish that in a
strange frenzy jumped from out of the danger of it’s tank
into even more danger in the open air.
Carolyn drove from the parking lot and out into
the open road towards Sarai’s house when she realized that
the silence was strange. Again the air was filled with
emotion so thick she could choke in it, and Carolyn turned
to study her friend.
Carolyn just stared at Sarai as she stared that
the glass in front of her.
“Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong?”
“You can’t see it on my face?”
Sarai had long suspected that every little move
she made wrote out elaborate paragraphs telling Carolyn her
every little secret before she herself even knew them.
Carolyn was the oldest of her friends, and had been there
through every problem Sarai had had in her life.
“What’d he do to you?”
Sarai finally looked at her friend.
“I’ll kill him.”
She was glad Carolyn couldn’t see the look on her
own face just before she turned her attention to the road.
“Really I’ll kill him, I’ll run him over with my
car right now.”
As the car shifted and switched lanes Sarai felt
her voice coming back to her. She squealed something that
sounded similar to “no” or “don’t” and Carolyn almost ran
into the back of a red Civic trying to avoid Sarai’s
desperate grabs at the wheel. She ended up turning two
streets to early, down a road that twisted in 8 different
directions before bringing them back to the Ironwood and
Heacock intersection. All Carolyn had to do was make a left
and she’d be on her way back towards his house, going almost
100 miles an hour, straight through his front door, but
instead she kept straight down Ironwood towards Sarai’s
house.
When they ended up in front of Sarai’s house, she
was reluctant to get out, and Carolyn was in no mood to
force her. Instead she parked in front of the house and
turned off of car.
“You’re parents are out of town this weekend
aren’t they?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re home alone.”
“Yup.”
There was nothing but silence as the two of them
thought together. The memories that went through Sarai’s
head found their own distorted form in Carolyn’s and neither
of them dared say anything about it. To say something, was
to make it real, if they just kept it to themselves then it
would all go away.
The shape of the street made sounds echo for miles
around, but this sound was too close to be a distant noise.
Carolyn and Sarai both looked up at the rearview mirror.
A dark red truck made it’s way down the street at
a suspiciously slow speed, then suddenly sped up and past
them and turned quickly around the other corner. Sarai fell
back in her seat and began to fumble for the car door, as
Carolyn reached into her purse and pulled out her cellphone.
“I’m staying here till your parents get back.”

Senior Project Book Chpt. 2

2005-03-07T04:22:22Z

Sometimes it seemed like Joe and Carolyn could
sleep through earthquakes, because neither of the two
stirred as the knocking on the front door began. Sarai,
however, could have sworn she heard the footsteps walking
from the parking lot. She waited for the second knock before
she got up and made her way to the door. She managed to grab
a robe on the way out that was entirely to big for her.
“Carolyn if this Greg I swear to god I’ll kill
him.” Sarai called across the living room to the other side
of the apartment but nobody answered. There was just dead
silence.
She stopped herself from calling out again towards
the door to ask who it was for reasons unknown, she instead
peaked through the small peephole, standing on the tips of
her toes.
For a few seconds Sarai had forgotten how to move
as she stared at the distorted ghost through the front door
peep hole. It was a tall figure, with blond hair down to the
shoulders and two deep brown eyes. The face was rounded like
that of a small child, yet there was something underneath
that made it look mature.
After getting over the initial shock of seeing the
figure through the peep hole Sarai pulled herself together.
She reached for the door lock and turned it until she heard
the click and opened the door.
“Sarai!” the voice was deeper with age and as the
smile grew across her face Sarai noticed the soft smile
lines that began to form across her baby face. “You look
gorgeous.”
“Skye, how are you?”
In a shuffled movement Sarai moved to the side and
let the tall blond walk into her apartment.
“I’m fine, just coming to see how you were doing.”
Sarai closed the door and turned to look closer at
Skye’s face. On the outside she looked perfectly fine yet on
the inside behind the eyes Sarai could see the confusion.
She looked almost lost.
“I saw it on the news yesterday, you don’t need to
hold it in with me.”
A genuine smile again grew on Skye’s face.
“Then I wont lie it’s hard.” she looked around the
room nervously, like she was waiting for someone else to
come around. Sarai immediately thought it was similar to
elk, deer and other horse-like animals she’d seen on tv at
watering holes looking nervously around before they began to
drink the water. “I dunno, I juts don’t understand why she
would do anything like this.”
Sarai left her post at the door and walked up to
comfort Skye, offering her a seat on the couch and leaving
towards the kitchen to make her a cup of coffee. She didn’t
quite know how coffee would make Skye feel any better, but
she imagined it would at least make her a little bit less
nervous. Besides, she thought to herself, this is what
normal people do when they’re comforting their friends.
She opened up the cabinet and pulled out two cups
as Skye began to talk.
At first she didn’t say much about Summer while
Sarai poured the coffee grounds into the filter, but by the
time Sarai had started the machine and walked back to the
couch to wait, Skye had already started wailing.
“Summer was such a positive girl, why would she do
this?”
Sarai sat down.
“I don’t know either, did she have any type of
sudden stress?”
Skye shrugged her shoulders, “I wouldn’t know, we
were growing further apart before this.”
“Maybe that was it?”
Skye rolled her eyes and shook her head. She gave
a small grunt of disapproval which let Sarai know that
obviously she was wrong.
“No that isn’t it at all,” a finger lifted to
Skye’s mouth and Sarai recognized it as her friends sign of
distress. “I dunno, eversince she moved to San Diego we’ve
been on thin ice.”
“Why’s that?” Sarai asked, watching Skye’s long
tan fingernail slide in-between her teeth.
“I never trusted Scott,” she finally let out. “He
always seemed so shady, and then when I realized that you
and him had been going out just days before he met Summer
something didn’t settle with me. I mean, we were all good
friends, why would she do that to you?”
Sarai found herself on her feet before her mind
had even left the couch. The mention of Scott’s name sent a
chill up her spine that pulled her almost to the top of the
ceiling. She knew she needed to say something, but she
didn’t know what to say, so she opened her mouth and let
whatever wanted to come out come.
“It’s ok really,” she heard herself saying from a
half an inch away. “If they wanted to be together that was
their choice.”
“They were engaged, y’know,” Skye continued. “She
actually promised to marry him when they first started
dating you know that? Not only that but she even kept on
with the idea after 2 years of not being able to account for
where he went on certain nights. He could have been
anywhere! He could have been in any womans bed.”
Or yard.
The thought made Sarai’s feet start moving. She
made her way back to the kitchen and turned off the coffee
pot, grabbing one of the two cups and pouring the hot liquid
in halfway. She quickly spooned in not enough sugar and pour
in too much milk and swallowed the drink down as fast as she
could, glad that the cold milk had cooled down the coffee
enough so that she didn’t get burned. She shivered as the
last slimy bit of undissolved sugar and coffee slid down her
throat, then she filled up the cup again and then filled up
another.
“I just never trusted him,” Skye murmured again.
“You dated him, was he ever like that around you? I mean did
he ever leave in the middle of the night and not tell you
where he was?”
The slimy sugar and coffee jumped back up, but
Sarai pulled her coffee cup towards her lips readying
herself to hold it in.
“I wouldn’t know, I was only 16 when we dated, and
both of us lived at home.”
Skye nodded her head distantly in a preoccupied
sort of manner.
“Of course, of course, but,” She stopped, and
looked squarely at Sarai. “Why did you guys break up?”
Again the slimy liquid began to jump up her
throat.
“I uh-” Sarai coughed and swallowed. “We just
weren’t into each other anymore.”
Quickly Sarai took a sip of her coffee and
immediately regretted it. The liquid was still pitch black
and it burned her tongue as she sipped it into her mouth.
She tried to hold back her wince and swallowed again,
letting the sugar, coffee and heat slide down her throat and
splash hard in her stomach.
She felt something burn her knee and before she
even looked down to see what was wrong, Skye jumped up and
pointed at her cup.
“It’s got a crack in it, look.” She said as Sarai
finally looked down and saw the brown stain seeping through
her robe. “You’re spilling all over yourself.”
Sarai jumped up and ran to the kitchen to drop the
cup in the sink. She looked down at the stain, a heavy brown
stain that kept getting darker and darker as it saturated
further into her clothes.
“You’re not burnt are you?” Skye had followed
Sarai into the kitchen still holding her own cup of coffee.
“No, just a little stain.”
At the mention of it Sarai began to feel
embarrassed, she refolded her robe around her trying to hide
the stain, but it was too far away from the seam for her to
hide, and finally she just stood there with her hand
awkwardly covering it.
“That’ll stay forever.” Skye said, and Sarai’s
spine began to shiver again. “Anyway I should be going, I
just came over to see how you were doing.”
She reached into her back pocket and pulled out
two things, a small folded invitation card and a folded
piece of paper.
“It’s next Saturday, tell Carolyn she should come
too, as well as anyone else you might want to bring.”
Sarai took the invitation smiling, but her
thoughts were still on the stain.

Senior Project book. CHPT 1

2005-01-14T23:18:03Z

“In local news today. . .” chimed up from the t.v.
that sat on the bare floor in the tiny living room. Sarai
barely paid attention from the kitchen. She only had so much
time to make breakfast, two eggs, toast, and frozen hash
browns, before she had to leave for work holding whatever
was left over from her morning coffee.
“Coffee! That’s what I’m forgetting.”
She turned on the hot water in the sink, wondering
if she should make anything for Joe or Caroline.
“Summer Goodrich was found dead in her San Diego
apartment from an apparent suicide. Her fiancé and her
immediate family had this to say. . .”
Sarai turned suddenly towards the t.v. Summer Goodrich.
Sarai couldn’t fix her mouth to say her name without wanting
to spit. Only one other thought could make her even more
angry.
“Her fiancé?”
Hot water turned out of the cup she had under the
faucet like a hot blanket, a scald the sides of her hands.
Sarai let got of the glass and watched it fall into the
sink. A quick yelp escaped from her lips and she inwardly
cursed herself for being so clumsy.
“Sugar? You okay in there?”
She hesitated at the sound of his voice, then
slowly she nodded her head.
“I’m okay Joe, just dropped a glass.”
As Sarai slowly gathered her self-control she picked up
the glass and looked it over. A long crack had formed down
from the lip of the cup. Carefully, Sarai turned on the
faucet to check the glass. It couldn’t hold water. She
placed it on the counter telling herself she would throw it
away later.
She turned to the t.v. again, but the voices and faces
had changed and she saw no big monsters. No blue-eyed devil.
No ogre. No beast. Just smiling faces, dancing colors and
bright new cars.
“It’s okay Sarai, you have nothing to worry about.”
~*~
The ride home was silent. The emotion lingered in the
air thick enough so that neither had to say anything.
Everything was already known. The future had been engraved
in stone.
They pulled up in front of her house, but as she
reached to open one door, all of them locked and a hang
squeezed onto her arm.
“I don’t know what you’re so pissed about,” he coaxed,
like he was trying to lure an innocent child away with
candy. “Sarah, I love you.”
He insisted on calling her Sarah. It was a much
prettier name then her own, he often said, it was his name
fore her only, a pet name, so she’d know he loved her.
“You know I hate that name Scott. Why do you always
call me that?”
Sarai turned to look at the man who held her in the
car. She felt his grip tighten as she moved to face him, so
she made no move to pull away.
“Why can’t you just answer with ‘I love you too
Scott?’”
Sawair swalloed so she wouldn’t choke on the words. She
refused to look him in the eyes, afraid of what she might
see, or what she might feel. Instead she looked passed him,
through the foggy driver side window.
“You already know how I feel about you.”
Scott let go of Sarai’s arm, and took hold of her hand.
Sarai only saw the mass of red hair on the top of his head
as he kissed her hand, and when he looked up, she turned
away again.
The doors unlocked.
Sarai muttered a quick goodbye before she fundled with
the door. She opened it and started her quick step to her
house, she needed to get inside at out of the night air. The
sight of the stars made her sick, as their tiny little eyes
winked and watched her walk, singing their blameful songs.
Sarai felt dirty, and needed to take a shower to wash away
her guilt.
When she walked inside, Sarai still felt self-concious.
Everything, to her, felt different, like it was all placed
out of focus, just two inches away from where it should have
been. Quickly she walked to the front window and took a peek
outside. She saw her parents cars, a little white Pontiac,
her mothers car, and the shiny black SUV that her dad bought
a few weeks before. Across the street was a dark red truck,
large and clunky, standing out amoung everything else
dispite it’s dark color. Sarai closed the window and made
her way to the other end of the house.
~*~
She found herself in her parents room, looking confused at her half asleep mother. She saw her mother stir and take a quick look at her standing in the doorway before turning over and falling asleep.
Sarai stood staring at nothing. For the life of her she couldn’t remember why she’d come all the way back here. She knew her mother had probably fallen asleep as soon as she heard Sarai come in the door. So what had she walked to the back of the house for?
Shifting, Sarai felt her pants tightened around her thigh and she looked down at herself. Dirty, the word floated to the top of her head. I feel dirty.
Walking down the hall, Sarai held a hand out against the wall to keep her balance until she made it into the bathroom.
Cold water, it couldn’t get cold enough for her, and hot water didn’t feel like it would clean anything. She wanted desperately to be pulled out of this surreal state and the sting of cold water was the only thing that could make her feel real. The tiny water drops hit her skin one by one and as they rolled down they took with them one bad memory.
It came to the point where she didn’t want to make sense of anything anymore. She just wanted to fall asleep.
After what felt like hours, Sarai turned off the water and slowly let her senses return to her. She began to remember things again slowly in a backwards sort of way. She’d forgotten to get a towel, she’d come home from Scott’s, she’d thrown up in his bathroom because he’d-
The copper taste returned to the back of her tongue as her throat opened up again to prepare for the up coming, but she distanced herself again, pushing everything a half an inch away from where it was supposed to be. Don’t worry about it now Sarai, just get to bed. . . .
~*~
The sound was haunting, a light and almost ghostly taunting noise of a song vaguely familiar to her. She pulled herself up in bed, trying to figure out the source of the sound. In the darkness out of the corner of her eye she saw a faint glow and shot her head around quickly, knowing that the sound and the light were connected. She looked at her cellphone in near panic, who would be calling her this late.
She looked at the number, not registering at first the face connected to it almost like another name. Then slowly it began to make sense, only one person was bold enough to call her in the middle of the night.
Finally the noise stopped and the light died away seconds after. Sarai sat there, still staring at her phone like a confused child. Thoughts formed in her head, ideas, theories, reasons as to why he would make an effort to call her now.
A hand on her back started her back to reality. She turned and looked at Joe’s confused face.
“Who was that?” he asked innocently.
Sarai, who’d just realized the answer herself, turned to set the phone back down on her dresser, making sure he couldn’t see her face. She was almost sure that even in the darkness he’d see the fear in her face.
“Don’t know. . .”
Sarai laid back down awkwardly on her pillow. It didn’t feel right. There was a lump there that she hadn’t felt before. Slowly she turned herself around and reached out a hand to Joe. She knew she wouldn’t be able to relax until she was sure he was there.

amusesings @ 2004-12-26T23:18:00

2004-12-27T07:20:00Z

This continued. . .

"Emilio!"
It was far to early in the morning to understand exactly what was going on. Somebody was calling him, but he wasn't sure who, the voice sounded so familiar.
"Emilio get up now!"
No. It wasn't the girl, the voice didn't match her appearance. The voice had a slight raspiness in it, something that someone developed with age.
"Emilio get up and get to school!"
Suddenly it came to Emilio like a brick to the head. It was his mother. What time was it? Did he even have a class today?

started ANOTHER one. . .don't worry it'll make sense later. . . .

2004-12-26T21:30:59Z

Dear Diary

I don't know how to say this, it's odd, and it worries me a bit, but I think I've fallen in love. Today I was minding my own business sitting at the bus stop waiting when this girl pops up out of nowhere and leans against the bus stop sign.

I probably wouldn't have noticed her at first, she wasn't really drop dead gorgeous, but she was alright. When she came and sat near me I just smiled and said hi, then to my amazement she smiled back, and everything about her just changed.

Me being the dumbass I am, I got on the bus and didn't even think to sit next to her to at least start a conversation.

I think I've fucked up again.

Maritess pt 1 (will rewrite, I kinda had to rush through this)

2004-12-19T03:48:11Z

part of this
She stood there at the back of the auditorium with her brother and her brother's girlfriend staring at the kids on stage. She looked around at the smaller children running around near them. Children always made her smile, especially now.
She wasn't sure exactly how she was going to tell her brother this, but he was the only one she could talk to, her parents were sure to disown her, she had nowhere to go after that. She couldn't go ask their oldest brother for help, because he was still riding on their parents coat tails.
The last song was over and Maritess' older brother followed his girlfriend to the stage to congradulate her younger sister before heading out. Maritess looked around, she had yet to see the Silverman's make their way into the auditorium and she wondered if she'd have to squeeze behind David so that the little girl could fit.
Everyone smiled and congradulated Iara on the solo she had done, everything felt right. Maritess felt almost as if she were part of a family, like she was with people who cared, a feeling she was lacking at home.
The Silverman's came to pick up their youngest daughter and make quick small talk with their oldest, then quickly they were gone. Just like that. It seemed to Maritess as though they were trying to get away from Iara's sister as soon as possible.
"Before we go, I have to go pee." David said and left almost as fast as Iara's parents. Maritess was stuck there alone, with David's girlfriend.
"Isis, I'm pregnant." The words spilled from her mouth quicker than she could stop and instantly she wished to snatch up with words and swallow them again. Isis' eyes widened and Maritess tried to hide herself in thin air. Maybe if she had tried hard enough she'd disappear.
"How long?"
"Only a month, I think."
"You're going to have to tell David and you're parents." Isis said. She reached out for Maritess and held her for a bit and Maritess tried to make sense of the situation. She knew who she had to tell, but she wasn't sure if she could go through with it. "Sooner or later.
"If you tell David tonight, you can stay with us. It's cramped and all we have to eat is Top Ramen, but at least it's better than you're parents putting you out on the street."

Loraine pt 1

2004-12-16T05:58:42Z

part of this

Loraine leaned up against the wall staring across at the row of lockers that stared quietly back at her. There was silence, even with the comotion going on around her. She stared deeply at the row of lockers, wanting to look through the pale blue doors and expose the owner's secrets.
She looked away from the lockers and let her eyes drift down the hall. She found her friend Isis walking down the hall staring at the other end in that way that made her lok like a lost child, a ghost of what she could be. Loraine felt the need to run to her friend, btu instead she stood there, hiding her shame.
"Isis," she called as soon as she was in earshot. Isis' eyes darted around then turned to find Loraine in her seeming relaxed position. Isis' body followed her eyes and she began to walk towards Loraine.
"He Lezzie. . . " Isis whispered as she came close to Loraine. "What's up?"
"Other people seem to want to know that same thing."
Lezzie was the nickname Loraine picked up from her family soon after she'd come out of the closet. Word spread quickly and soon everyone began to call her this. Others spit it from their mouths with wicked vulgar tongues, they had intentions to break her down and make her normal, just like them.
Isis never asked Loraine to be normal. Isis did wake her up in the middle of the night, begging God to show her the right way. Isis only smiled, Isis only accepted, Isis never asked what was wrong with her.
With a raised eyebrow Isis asked "What's wrong?"
Lorain pushed her own body off of her locker and exposed the thick black letters painted on the pale blue doors. Isis studied the crude handwriting over and over. Slow the letters formed words in her mind.
DYKE!!!
Isis rolled here eyes in dispair.
"Who did this?"
"I don't know, but I think I'll be switching schools again soon."

Started another one. . . .

2004-12-14T03:16:26Z

"Fuckin' move already," Isis screamed at her front window. She'd been sitting in the same spot for longer than she wanted and she'd spent hours on end stressed and cold, and she didn't want anything else to go wrong. She needed to relax somehow, she needed her cigarettes.
The exhaust pipe of the car in front of her let out soft smoke and as the smoke rose so did her needs. Just one, that's all she needed and all of her problems would float away like a puff of smoke.
The car in front of her moved and Isis snapped out of her trance. She drove on trying to make her way to school before she was late.
She made an effort to park across the street to distance herself from everyone around her. She hated this place and she wanted everyone to know it. She didn't have much time to be here anyway, why would she make an effort to get to know these people.
A group of people she used to know was standing near her car in a huddle semi-circle, close to each other, breathing almost in unison as clouds of smoke rose from their little group. Isis could smell the nicotine, and decided to call out to the most familiar person to her.
"Chris," She called out, loud enough for her voice to reach the group, yet nobody turned around. "Chris." She tried again even louder. The group paid no attention to her, in fact they hadn't noticed she was even standing their talking to her.
Isis sighed to herself and walked across the street to her school.

I started this, but I don't think it's coming out right. I'm gonna rewrite it later. . . .

2004-11-28T22:03:01Z

It always happened like this, late at night walking down a street so dark that you can barely tell the difference from where your body ends and the night begins. They would pass the groups of dark strangers huddled together with either their drugs and alcohol waiting to start a fight.
Their were girls on the corner, selling their bodies for whatever they can get, convinced that this was the best life for them, and that soon they'd make the most money they'd every make getting a real job.
Stacy and her older brother, Patrice were walking to the house of one of Patrice's friends. Their parents had gotten into another fight, and Patrice had grabbed Stacy and left the house to keep her away from it.
The'd walked for nearly a half hour in pure silence, Patrice making sure he kept his little sister close to him. She stalled for a second, having lost herself in her own thoughts and Patrice reached out for her arms.
"Stop fuckin' babying me," Stacy found herself yelling.
Those standing around them all looked up to see what was going on. They looked from behind shadows and under broken street lights. Stacy looked around herself but ignored the stares from strangers and continued walking with ber brother.
"It's cold, and I don't understand why we have to walk all the say to Kevin's house to get away from mom and dad's stupid fights."
"You don't need to be around that shit ok?" Patrice replied, and made another attempt to grab Stacy's arm to get her walking faster.
"I was sleep, I've learned to sleep through through these things."
Patrice sighed and pulled on his sisters arm.
Stacy had ignored the stares but they bothered Patrice. He'd known a few of the girls strutting the corners, he knew the boys standing under the streetlights with their drugs and guns. He'd seen the way they looked at his sister, and it was the same way they'd looked and those girls.

I'm on a creativity binge. . . .

2004-10-04T04:36:16Z

This again.

She had asked me what I wanted to eat but had already pulled into the parking lot of a beach front restaurant. located in a small cramped shopping village. The place looked as thought it had once been an apartment building, and as we exited the car I noticed that the restaurant was located where the rooms should have been, directly above our heads aboce a think layer of cement.
Viviana clutched her purse as seh walked from the car to the inside of the restaurant. I watched as she scanned left and right for any sign of danger before she slunk inside and pulled me along with her.
"I think I can find us a place to stay for a few nights." she said to me. I smiled quickly to show her some kind of an approval of her plans then followed her up a flight of stairs.
Inside the restaurant reminded ome of the inside of the sun. Everything seemed to be painted in warm browns and golds. The smell of cinnamon eased it's way around me and almost carried me to a table on the opposite end of the restaurant near the kitchen.
The table Viviana and I sat at had beautiful round sun patterns painted on their tan surfaces. Everything about this place relaxed me.
A waiter carrying a large tray of food hurried out of the kitchen and stopped at a table near the ocean viewing windoes. He placed the order gently on the table and started to walk back. Suddenly, Viviana jumped up from her seat, determined to catch the young waiter on his return path. He looked at her suspiciously and stopped just before running into her.
"Braulio, is that you?" Viviana reached out her hands and grabbed the young man by his cheeks. I saw his eyebrows raise in confusion, then suddenly he reached out himself and put his arms around Viviana.
"Viviana? I thought you were in the U.S." he replied.
"I haven't seen you since you were a child! You're a man now aren't you? Where is Hector, does he still work here?"
"He owns this place now, Tío Rico gave it to him when he retired."
The conversation was rapid like gunfire, which ended with Braulio running to the back as fantically as he could. Viviana stood stark still as she waited for Braulio's return and I sat there staring at her, until I found myself staring out into the ocean again.
I was tapped on the shoulder after what I was sure was a long reunion of odl friends. I looked up to find Braulio, Viviana, and a man who I assumed was Hector staring at me. I stood up to meet the two formally, who both greeted me in English.
"She speaks Spanish almost fluently," VIviana said. "Go ahead say something. . . "
There was a pause in her sentence and I realized that she had yet to tell them my name, because I had yet to think of a name. I wuickly looked down at the table trying to think.
"Don't be embarassed," Braulio piped up. "At least tell us your name."
"Alba," I said staring at one of the suns painted on the table. "Yo soy Alba."
"Very pretty name." Hector said to me and I looke dup , finally not feeling so scared.
"Hector, I need to speak to you in private." Viviana said. She had grabbed hold of his arm and looked as though he was going to pull it from it's socket.
"Of course," Hector said. "Braulio, I'll have Arturo take over your table, you take Alba out and show her around,"-He flinched then turned to Viviana.-"Don't worry, she wont look like a tourist, and besides Braulio will take care of her."
He grabbed Viviana by the hand and walked through the kitchen doors. I wanted them as they left and then turned to Braulio, who looked at me extremely concerned.
"Are you okay?" He asked. I forced a smile and nodded my head.
"I'm fine, I just feel a bit winded."
Braulio smiled and put his arms around my shoulders.
"Come on, we'll have fun."

Evidently I have issues with American Boys and I'm lusting after a teacher? Would you like to know

2004-10-02T19:33:44Z

Part of this only I changed Tristana's age.

The bell rang and all of the students in class rushed out of the classroom like air trying to escape from a balloon. Tristana straggled behind gathering her things in order before she pulled it all neatly into her slender arms. She had time to move so slow because it was the last period of the day and she needed help anyway.
As he walked pass she let the top most and smallest book fall to the floor, letting a small squeal escape from her lips as it hit the ground. She let him reach first, then bent down to meet his eyes, and reach innocently for the book herself.
At most he was 28 at least 24, but he didn't look like the usual American boys. This was because he wasn't in the least bit. He was a tall Spanish man, with jet black hair and light brown eyes. He dressed himself everyday in a dress shirt, and slacks, with a belt and spit shined shows. His appearance got Tristana's initial attention, but it was his voice that drew her in.
"You dropped your book." he had said as he bent down to pick up the little red book for her. Just before Tristana kneeled down to say her thank yous.
"No problem." He responded, his deep accent sending a warm glow through Tristana's body. He smiled, and Tristana's instincts kicked in.
"Senor Nasar," She pleaded as innocently as she could. "I don't understand this book, I don't think I'm getting the literary language in it."
"What don't you get?"
Tristana set her things down on the desk and began to open the small red book to a random page.
She began to seduce, pointing at phrases she couldn't quite understand and asking him to help her. Each and every phrase he patiently explained and translated, smiling sympathetically at Tristana's confusion.
"It's all just so complicated," she said and gently collapsed into the desk she had set her books down on. Mr. Nasar sat down next to her still holding his friendly smile.
"It's okay," he said. "I had the same problem trying to learn English. I still make mistakes, true?"
"I didn't want to hurt your feelings but you do have kind of an accent."
Mr. Nasar laughed a deep mature laugh that came straight from his gut and bellowed through his smile. He definately wasn' tlike these American boys, he had charisma.
"Senor Nasar, I'm sorry to bother you like this, but I'm really gonna need more help."
"Of course, of course," he responded. "But please, stop calling me Senor, just call me Joaquin, I'm not old yet."
Tristana obliged, and stayed as long as she could before she felt like she was being obvious. She made an excuse and quickly said her goodbyes before making her way out of the door.
"Than you Sen-uh, Joaquin." she said as she left. "I'll see you again tomorrow?"
"I'm looking forward to it." he said and a smile spread across Tristana's face.
It was all a matter of time.

More crap I'm working on. . . .I think I might actually finish this one. . . shit I jinxed it. . . .

2004-09-29T03:18:55Z

Part of this, but not quite en orden.

It was early in the morning as we crossed the border into Tijuana and everything was set in a warm glow of gold. The streets were waking up as car lights flashed on and began their travel down the roads I watched as people walked into stores and small outside shops to start their work days. I wanted to stop and buy a keepsake to remember this day, but I didn't dare ask, because I knew I couldn't. I turned and looked at Viviana, and she smiled sweetly at me.
"You pick a name yet?" she asked me quickly in Spanish. I looked out the window again and began to think, I hadn't chosen a name yet because I hadn't thought about it. I didn't want to think about it.
"Can I think longer?"
"In Spanish!"
"¿Yo puedo pensar más?
Viviana didn't answer me.
I continued to stare out of the window and looked at the ocean. The blue water and orange sky merged in the horizon in a mess of deep purple bliss. The color matched my mothers necklace perfectly, and it make me think back to when I was younger and I used to play with her on the beaches in L.A. I learned how to swim there, she taught me, even though she didn't know how herself, and I had almost drowned trying to reach the purple merge that morning.
I remember my mother told me never to tell Daddy that I had been out swimming in the ocean. I wasn't supposed to be going out during those days, because my dad was trying to keep a low profile, and he wasn't sure who knew the faces of me and my mother. I remember he would leave for days at a time, and nobody would tell me where he was, or what was going on, only that my father was hiding from them.
Then in my mind I began to wonder, who had gotten my father this morning? Where was he? Had he really died or was he just hiding again like he did when I was little. I wasn't sure, but I began to convince myself that where ever Viviana was taking me my father was going to be there waiting for me, with my mother's necklace in hand, waiting to take me home.
"Are you hungry Sara?" Viviana pulled me back from my dreams. "We'll stop and eat in Rosarito, we'll get mariscos like you like."
And we drove on for hours. . .

amusesings @ 2004-09-27T18:16:00

2004-09-28T01:18:23Z

When we crossed the border I wasn't allowed to speak English anymore, my name was supposed to change and I wasn't to speak to anyone in my family. That was the arrangement that my step-mother made the day my father was killed.
I was awakened at 3 something in the morning on a Sunday to Viviana's spastic voice screaming at me to get up from my bed. I looked up at her confused in the dar at first, but I knew if I waited long enough her screams would make sense.
"M'ija, we have to leave hurry! They got your father, I wont let them get you."
She had began to grab clothes from my closet, but then stopped herself and turned to me.
"Please hurry Sara, get dressed and pack only the clothes you don't wear often."
Slowly it dawned on me, something must have happened to my dad. He had been hurt, and I had to leave to keep from being hurt.

amusesings @ 2004-09-25T19:35:00

2004-09-26T02:49:20Z

He was an eager teacher, bright eyed and organized. He had all of his presentations in high tech and eye catching Power Points. You could tell by the look of him he was a new teacher, fresh out of school who was eager and determined to make a difference in someone's life.

While passing out papers he stopped at December Valentine's desk and dropped her graded assignment face down on her desk. December noticed the brightly colored bracelet on his wrist and tried her best to keep her sighs inside. The bracelet itself was to be used to help fight against american diseases, but forced impoverished people in small asian countries to work hours on end on wages that wouldn't allow them to buy food for themselves. The bracelet depressed her because it was deceiving, and this poor man probably thought he was helping.

The bell rang, and suddenly all thoughts in December's head were gone. She stood up and gathered her things like she was trained to do and walked down the hall.

On almost every wall there was large metal boxes with smaller metal boxes sectioned into them. Every one had four rows and endless amounts of columns. . . .

WOOOHOOO I'm alive!

2004-09-26T02:31:12Z

YYEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH BBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I know I haven't been writing, even during the summer, which is so bad, but I promise I'm doing better. I'm actually gonna write a book for my senior project. I'm gonna put some of my ideas in here too, so look out bitches.
I'm putting my ideas in here, so check them out and comment to see how good I do. Okie-yah? Okie-yah!

In fact I think my next entry will be soon because I started something already.

I also gotta go back and fix old shit too.
I need to stop cussing.

whateverthefuck.

I know I'm late but . . . .

2004-09-02T01:49:27Z

I absolutely LOVE Ani DiFranco!

Work In Progress

2004-08-26T04:59:58Z

“No! I will not go! I absolutely refuse to go!”
“Come on Keisha she’s your mother, you have to go.”
“I don’t care if she’s the Queen of fuckin’ England I will not step foot in
that woman’s house!” Keisha screamed and walked out of the room. “You
don’t understand what’s going on Donnie, that woman is pure evil.”
Donnie sat in the room as his wife went on a rampage through the rest
of the house. He mentally counted the number of picture frames he heard
shatter on the floor, all the doors he heard slam and every piece of
decoration fall from it’s original place. He sat there and waited until he was
absolutely sure his wife had calmed down, then he let out a heavy sigh and
left his room quietly.
He examined the broken glass shattered on the carpet floor in the
small hallway. Keisha was staring him down at the end of the hall holding an
unlit cigarette between her fingers. Donnie looked up at her in concern.
“Did you have to break the glass too?”
“They fell and shattered.”
“On carpet Keisha?”
Keisha scowled at Donnie and put the cigarette between her lips.
“Come on Keesh,” Donnie chided. “You went through so much to quit
don’t start now.”
“Do you see? Do you see what that woman drives me to! She makes
me crazy!” Keisha took the cigarette from her mouth and sighed, she was
still staring at Donnie who had knelt down and began to pick up the bigger
shards of glass off of the floor. “Donnie don’t make me go, I don’t want to
have to have any angry feelings this close to Christmas.”
Donnie let the shards of glass fall from his hand as he began to think a
little. He couldn’t let his wife stay home from her mother’s own birthday
party, but he knew how much it would destroy Keisha if anything went
wrong. He looked at his wife and stood up to hug her.
“The cigarette isn’t even lit,” he said as he wrapped his arms around
her and snatched the cigarette from her hand. Keisha relaxed herself and
leaned up against Donnie as comfortably as she could. “Keesh, please, just
go, I’ll go with you, and I promise everything will be ok.”
The phone rang. The first high pitched ring made Keisha look up at
Donnie in complete horror.
“It’s her.” She whispered, and the two stood in complete silent. The
silence stretched the time between the first and second ring, but when it
sounded Keisha pushed quickly away from Donnie and ran towards the
kitchen phone. Donnie darted after her and reached out to pull her to he
side up against the refridgerator.
“Donnie no! Don’t answer that damn phone!” Keisha pushed off from
the refridgerator and jumped on her husbands back. “If you answer that
phone we’re getting a divorce!”
Donnie picked up the phone and put it to his ear. “Hello?”
“Shit.”
“Oh I’m fine how are you?. . . .That’s good. . . she’s right here. . . . hold
on. . . . Keisha it’s for you.”
Keisha snatched the phone from Donnie and put the phone to her ear.
~*~
“Yes ma’am?” Keisha said as she answered her cellphone.
“I need you to be home by 8.”

amusesings @ 2004-08-01T14:53:00

2004-08-01T21:57:16Z

I've been neglecting this again. . . . Shame on me. . .

Maritess

2004-07-13T02:16:18Z

I’ve always been jealous of Frankie . . . I’ll admit that. She was a lucky girl, tall and thin, and strangely pretty. She had this dark and wild beauty about her. She could do a million different things with her hair and still look gorgeous like those high fashion models on t.v. and in magazines. She was my best friend, and I hated her.
I didn’t realize that until that day at the beach where we sat amongst our friends on the sand. IT was so hot and the sun was blaring down on us from what seemed like 2 feet away. Drenched in sweat and salt water I turned myself from my back to my stomach and made an effort to breath but the hot air felt almost solid in my throat. I let go of that breath and worked on another one.
“Ugh it’s so hot. . .” that noise was almost sexual as it left Frankie’s mouth. She was on my left and laying on her back. She’d been laying like that for the longest time, she didn’t have to worry about sunburning as much as I did.
“Screw this I’m going in the water.”
She stood up from her spot and walked towards the ocean and slowly sank into the water. I sighed and rolled over again. I was waiting for the sun to go down so I could use the water to cool me down rather than further reflect the sun on my delicate pale skin.
We were there with our strange group of friends. there were 12 of us there that day, although I had just barely met a few of them. The girls, Stacy, Susan, Tracie and Marisol, had gone down the beach to look for something. Frankie’s boyfriend had followed her down to the water and now they were splashing around. Steven, Tucker and Peter were running in and out of the current like goofy children and my boyfriend, Allen, was sitting next to my burning body, stark still.
I was tired of waiting for the sun to get bored of burning me. I stood up and walked onto the hot sand. I’d decided I was going to make a sand castle, a good one, with towers and everything. I walked close to the water and started to build.

I don't have a title yet.

2004-07-03T18:43:51Z

The room was pitch black except for the beam of off-white light that filtered into the room. Other than the sound of heavy breathing there was no noise, only a feeling that there was more than one person in the room. A small flame suddenly burst into life and extinguished as quickly as it came and there was a faint trace of smoke and the smell of nicotine seeping through the room.
“Wake up,” A voice whispered quietly, barely over her breath, but the sleeping figure refused to stir. The owner of the voice inhaled deeply and let out another quiet “Wake up,” warning.
There was still no movement from the sleeper.
The voice owner lifted up a leg in the darkness and pushed the sleeper out of his position which startled him up.
“Make me food,” The voice owner demanded as she found the bed and sat next to the person she’d just disturbed.
“You’re 17, and old enough to make your own damn food,” And deeper and more masculine voice replied.
There was another deep inhale of breath from the girl and a small red light glowed near her face, then vanished again.
“I’m a 17 year old runaway so I have issues with authority,” she said and stood up from her spot again. She lifted up her leg again and with greater force pushed her friend off the bed. She sat back down again and sprawled herself across where he was once sleeping. “Now go make me some food, please.”
The small beam of light hit the girls bright brown eyes and she did her best to look as innocent as possible. There was no argument, just a long amount of staring until finally, the boy sighed and walked out of the room.
“God, Tristana, why are you such a bitch.”
Tristana laughed and turned on her side and giggled at the comment her friend, Guy, sent hurling at her.
“HA, bitch.” she said to herself and she took one last long puff from her cigarette and put it out on Guy’s bare nightstand. “He knows he loves it.”

Little Angel

2004-06-15T21:59:32Z

Wipe your tears with a dirty shirt
Little girl, it's all you have in the world
Because nobody loves you
Everyone's in their own little world
No one stopped to let you konw
There's nothing wrong with you.

Why did I have to search for a necessity?
How come no one could have said
Nothing was wrong with me?
The only cure for my many insecurities
Was for someone to admit
That they loved me.

Walking the rain to hide the hurt
Will never drown the pain
But drown you instead
Though you think there is
Nothing to live for
The world needs you little girl
Little Angel.

Another Cheesy Untitled Short Story. . . .

2004-04-08T17:18:30Z

He had lured her with a simple sentence. He'd told her about hit appreciation for the old, the ancient and the classically beautiful. "That's the artistic flaw of the U.S." he said. "We don't have teh ancient buildings like other countries. We lack the structures that tell stories."
He spoke like an artist. He spoke of Picasso and Dali, Frida Kahlo and Van Gogh, but most of all he spoke of himself.
She sat there with him at dinner, which she'd agreed to the week before, and listened to him talk on and on about his studies of Art History.
"It's an interesting class," he said "I love it. I have the highest marks in that class, and I am thinking about making it my major. I hope to open my own Art Gallery in Europe one day. Or maybe even my own museum."
His arrogance annoyed her, and she could hardly hold in her desire to flee from his sight. Instead she smiled and pushed on, feeding herself only to stop from saying something she might regret.
"Really, Thomas? That's so interesting."
A young man about their age walked over to the two with a canvas. He offered to paint their picture as they sat their having their moonlit dinner. Thomas wrinkled his nose at the boy, but she spoke before he could.
"How much would it cost?"
"For you two, I'll do it for free."
Another disgruntled gesture from Thomas, which the young man caught and he began to walk away.
"Wait!" she called after him.
"Frederique, if he wants to leave let him."
"I want him to paint me a picture."
Frederique pleaded with the young artist to come back, and he sat on a stool next to the couple's table. He Frederique turned back to Thomas, to show that he now had her attention, and continued to listen.
"Well, back to what I was saying."
A cringe vibrated through her body, but she kept still and silent, quickly shoving her fork in her mouth.
Thomas kept going on and on about the same things over and over again, only stopping to ask Frederique about her opinnion on what he did. She just smiled and nodded and pretended to be happy.
The young artist make a muffled noise and tapped Frederique on the shoulder.
"Do you think this looks like him?" He asked and turned the canvas towards her.
Does he talk about anything but himself?"
"Not really," Frederique answered with a smile.
The artist raised an eyebrow at his picture and began to work on it more as Frederique smiled about the message. It was back to Thomas, and his talking.
"So anyway, I plan on going on a trip to Europe this summer, maybe to find inspiration."
"Really, Thomas? That's so interesting."
He talked on again, in this pattern that Frederique picked up and learned to work with. He wasn't paying much attention to her. It was like as he looked at her, he was looking at a mirror and was using this time to praise himself instead of finding out about her.
Another tap on the shoulder.
"How about now?"
Tell him you need to use the bathroom.
"Eh, that looks better, but I don't think it's quite him." Frederique had caught on to this game, this was far more fun than listening to Thomas. She looked at her plate, she didn't think she could stomache trying to force more food in her mouth. She then looked up at Thomas.
"I should get another canvas," The young artist said and stood up staring blankly at his picture.
"Before you go, can you show me where the bathroom is?"
The young artist grabbed Frederique's hand and led her towards the front door as quick as he could. She couldn't wait until she was outside and when the fresh air hit she turned to her rescuer and kissed him on the cheek.
"Thank you so much!" she said. "I don't think I could have stood another minute in there."

untitled. . . . for now!

2004-04-05T22:53:27Z

A warm hand found it's way to her stomach, then crept slowly to her side where it grabbed hold of her and pulled her gently towards the center of her bed. She woke to a tight hug and someone's face snug deeping in her neck. There was a kiss, and slowly remnance of the night before flashed through her mind.
"Morning," the voice vibrated through her neck and up her spine. "Did I wake you?"
"Not really," She said. "Well not abruptly."
She made the decision to turn and fae her conquerer and slowly turned on her side.
She found herself staring at 2 black eyes that stared back at her in the same curious expression. Though his face looked blank, his eyes showed all of his emotions, he was just as nervous as she was.
He reached out and grabbed her hand, and she felt his feet entangle in hers.
"You hungry?" he asked. "Come on, I'll make you breakfast."
He slid out of bed and put on his jeans, and she watched every individual move he made. She was amazed at how graceful he was and she could only stop herself from staring when he kissed her and walked out the room.
She laid there, staring at the ceiling now from under a thick blanket, but she didn't care. She felt like she was staring at the sky. He was wonderful, her head knew it, and it was slowly slipping down to the rest of her body like syrup. Her heart began to beat fsater in a nervous wave. Then suddenly it stopped cold.
"I can't remember his name."
Suddenly the sky began to pull back from her, and seh was staring at the ceiling again. She wasn't sure what she should do, she thought at first to look for his wallet, but then she realized that he'd had it with him in his jeans.
"Evelyn!" He called out from the kitchen. "I can't find anything to make for you!"
She jumped from her bed and grabbed a shirt, buttoning it up as she walked into the her small kitchen. She watched him as he looked through cabinets and cupboards, he was so gorgeous, she almost couldn't stop herself from drooling over him again.
"How about you relax and I make you breakfast instead."
She led him to a chair.
"Close your eyes."
She walked to the stove and turned it on, then went in the cabinet and pulled out cereal. She poured it in a bowl with milk, then turned off the stove and placed it in front of him. He opened his eyes and smiled, then looked at her with those intense eyes.
"That's my shirt," spilled out of his mouth, and she endedup looking down at herself. It was his shirt, and she began to walk back towards her room to find one of her own.
"That's okay, keep it, I have more."
She smiled. He smiled. It could have gone on like this for hours, but he felt that out of courtesy he should leave. He went back in her room and grabbed the few things he had, then kissed her and left with a simple "I'll call you."

Throughout the entire day she realized that she couldn't remember his name for the life of her. She tried to hard but her thoughts kept getting sideswiped by other things. She waited til he called and looked on her caller ID, but saw that his name was a Private number.
"Hi it's me," he said when she picked up the phone.
"Hey," she said. "you."
"I left my watch there, on your dresser, would you mind if I came over and got it really quick?"
"No problem," she said and walked to her dresser and looked at his watch. "It's a nice watch."
"Yeah it was a present from my mother."
She looked at the watch, and noticed that there was an inscription on it.
Happy Birthday Angel, Love always Mom
"How cute," She said and relaxed herself. "I'll see you later, Angel."

Rid Myself Of You

2004-03-27T05:05:24Z

If all were left un-
Broken, and left un-
Spoken, then I would
Live good dismissed from
Your unwanted shame.

And if I could run
Far from
your presence
I'd defy the will
Of God himself to
Rid myself of you.