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So yesterday was not the greatest day of my life. The movies were okay, but i was in kinda a weird mood because I hadnt taken any of my pills in four days. Oh well.
Got home, was sick, slept and talked to Dan on the phone ^_^ That made my night. He is a jerk. What a jerkhead.
Ehhh anyways...Ali and Chucky are adorable! It just want to puke all over them ^_^ Thats a good thing. umm I have been writing this crap of a story in info processing. it sucks, has no plot to it, pretty random...but it works a great deal and I like it.
The Story
Walking around like you know everything is just plain stupid. I mean, I like to think I know everything, or maybe not everything…just a lot. But I don’t. I’m just a 9th grade girl, wandering about, just trying to make it through another depressing day.
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My story really starts way back when. Like, when I was born. You should have seen that coming, since; everyone’s story starts when they came into the world. But I am not going to bore you with all that nonsense that you probably won’t care about. So the story begins…way off from where it really began, but nonetheless, it is beginning.
At 15 years old, in 9th grade, everything was happy dandy great stuff. I lived in a quiet town, with totally different sub-neighborhoods that was like going into a new world. Well, maybe not quite a new world, but it was different from the Lakepool sub-neighborhood where I lived. Stuck up, rich people, just trying to make sure their kids were growing up to be nothing out of the ordinary…and viewed “different” people as Satan worshippers or something like that. They didn’t know anything.
Now me, I was nothing special or different or anything. I was just a girl. I changed my styles frequently, I couldn’t really be labeled as anything either, because I didn’t act or live my life from a certain label. I was just a mixing pot of everything. I had grown up with good morals, but later on in life, I became restless and pretty much threw those all away. Sure, I was still a good girl, my friends and me were good girls…but we were the secret kind of bad girls on some days. Every girl has there off days.
Now, I had a boyfriend for a while, who was in the same grade as me. We hit it off perfectly, but after some months it was broken off. We didn’t see eye to eye on this. So I was single, and whoring it up…as he would say.
My friend Kila, who lived, only a couple miles away, lived in the next rich sub-neighborhood. The breeze flowed more freely there, and you could do whatever you wanted…it felt like. Kids there smoked, drank, had parties…but under supervisions even if it wasn’t there parents.
Kila had moved from Wyoming years before, and I met her during middle school. She was a very smart girl…extremely intelligent, had good people skills too. She was beautiful in her own sort of way, not many people saw it in middle school, but as we ventured into high school, many did. You never knew about her really, she always kept you on edge, and sometimes threw you over it.
Last, but definitely not least, was my friend Liza. Liza lived in the poorer part of the great place we lived. No boundaries, everyone ran free. It was awesome there. Pure awesomeness. Everything felt light, and you could get away with sneaking out in the middle of the night, and not get caught by any of the Pigs. Police.
Liza was two years older than I was…grade wise too. 11th grade, and a punk rebel sort of kid, that wasn’t really rebelling with anything. Her boyfriend, Joe, who was in 10th grade, was that way too. They were meant for each other, and no one else.
Liza never knew whether to be happy or sad. She normally tried to stay numb. Her family wasn’t the perfect family, but she didn’t care. Even if she hated them, she always went back to loving them at some point or another.
Now, I know this all sounds like useless information, but it’s always good to know the background of things. Even if they are microscopic things compared to something else you may find fascinating.
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We all met in high school. Well…we all meaning Kila and I met Liza. We were looked at as crazy sometimes, but really, no crazier then the next insane kid.
You see, our high school was a rich, republican, preppy school that had many jocks and regular cheerleaders, bunches of posers, and then people that didn’t really care. We were, I guess, some of the people who really didn’t care, but we were posers too. At one point or another we were. We didn’t deny it, everyone is a poser at sometime and we recognized that, and still didn’t care. That was the beauty of hanging out with Kila and Liza, they just say “Fuck off” to everything. And it made life so much easier.
THE BEGINNING
3:15, the bell rang in Bighorn High School, everyone ran out, excited for the weekend. Kila, Liza, Joe and I met at the down stairs by the vending machine, getting a few snacks before we started heading to the library to meet our friend Luke. He was a punker as well, a poser punker, but punk was dead, so that is all there was. He was a pretty extreme kid as well. Luke did drugs, and drank, and such and such, but he was one of the coolest person one would ever meet. Funny, not that smart, and extremely insane. Just how Kila liked it. Kila loved him.
So, we walked out of the school, talking about how the day went, and what to do that night, but the conversation ended because it was boring. We then walked around talking about the nonsense we always talked about. Running away after high school, singing lyrics, asking about for cigarettes, and just laughing the whole time. We were laughing, the girls, Joe was just smiling and nodding, smoking a cigarette or what he called a “fag”. He was actually from England, so he could get away with calling it that and in the English twang as well.
Once we hit the library, we wandered to the back room, where we all would meet. Luke was already there, and had already taken some speed, so he was freaking out. Not the bad freaking out, it was just a Luke thing.
Kila ran and hugged him, gave him a kiss, and they cuddled. Joe and Liza were sword fighting with books, and I, well I was just sitting there, talking to Luke and Kila, and taking everything in, just like I normally did.
See, I had no boyfriend or dates that went to our school, I didn’t much like having a guy down my back the whole day. I’d go insane. I liked to flirt and be free. That was just my nature. Though it really did suck when the two love couples were together.
Anyways, off we went to go get some food and get high under the bridge by this old house that had been there since the 1800’s. Luke and Joe always had the best pot. They never told us where they got it, they were scared (I think) that if we knew and went to buy it, the guy they bought it from would hurt us or something. Stories were told of their dealer that he was a tough guy, a real tough guy. So we minded our own business and just felt the ecstasy of the great weeds.
We weren’t potheads, or anything like that, so don’t even think it. We did it once or twice a week, but never more than that. We weren’t THAT rich, and couldn’t afford it. So you know, we savored it while it all lasted. We also didn’t do any of the hard drugs…well all but Luke. He was messed up anyways. It didn’t matter.
Later on that day, after sitting under an underpass for a couple hours, we hit the local cinema and caught a flick. I think it was The Ring Two or something like that. I don’t know, it was pretty pathetic, and we didn’t get to see the end of it. We got kicked out for being to loud. Actually, we weren’t the loud ones, only Luke was. He kept yelling at the screen “No don’t go over there! She’ll get you!” He was freaking out…it was hilarious. After being kicked out, we walked over to the burger place, sat, drank malts, and ate the fries we ordered.
Everything felt the same…nothing felt odd, or different, even though underneath it all, something different was happening, we just didn’t see it yet. No one can ever see something different coming. Those things like to surprise you. Pull the carpet right from under your feet.
AFTER
Around nine, the burger joint started to close up, so we all walked home. Liza and I were staying at Kila’s place, since it was the closest, and that night was extremely cold. We said our good bye’s to Joe and Luke, who headed off the other direction to where they lived. Out in the middle of no where.
“So Kila, what’d you and Luke do behind the theater this afternoon, when we lost you,” Liza said with a grin.
“Oh nothing…” Kila was blushing. She blushed a lot. And it was real easy to make her blush as well. Her cheeks had a natural red tint, so it looked like she was always blushing. I didn’t get that happening too much, neither did Liza, but we loved watching her get giggly and blushy. “That’s not what we heard.”
“Huh, wait, what’d you hear?”
“Moans and stuff, you guys were being dirty huh!”
“Nuh uh!” Kila hit Liza and we all started laughing hysterically. Guess it wasn’t really that funny, but what could we say, we were teenage girls that found little things amusing, even if Liza and Kila were way more sophisticated than I could ever dream of being.
See, that part of it all sucked. I felt extremely stupid around them. Like I was some retarded kid or something, just cause I didn’t know what a word meant, and couldn’t structure my writing like theirs, and couldn’t get into intellectual conversations without putting in something that was false or just cracking a joke because it became a bore, I was the non-intelligent one in the crowd. It had its ups and downs I guess. I was really good with people, so I didn’t have to worry about making friends, I was good at that. That was something I was way better at then the two of them. But I was also extremely annoying and impulsive. Couldn’t really help that, my medicine kind of made me ADD some days.
Anyways, when we got to Kila’s house, we snuck in through the back and up to her room and fell asleep instantly.
IN THE MORNING
We woke up quite early…around 12 in the afternoon. All of us tumbled out of bed…unto the floor, crawling our way down the stairs to the kitchen for the morning coffee (Liza went insane if she didn’t have her coffee, and Kila just loved coffee, she was a coffee addict). We rocked around the house to Anti-Flag, spilling coffee sometimes, and just laughing and having fun. This was the ritual, and we stuck to it.
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I adopted a cute lil' emo fetus
from Fetusmart! Hooray fetus!
Dan made it for me...but I like
Hey Ivy ^_^ Ari, Kinder and Me
Oh guyyyys haha jk
BOO!
Kinda old, like four months