Post by lyricalloveletter on Jun 26, 2008 18:19:44 GMT -5
Chapter One: Watch Out!
Feeling a gentle tickle on my cheek as my hair danced in the breeze during a light thunderstorm was reassuring to me, because at that point I wasn’t even sure if I was alive. It was early November 17, and it so happened to be Wednesday; the very middle of the week, and I wasn‘t sure if I could go on any further. I’ll just have to put my hiking boots on and get ready for an adventure. After a sleepless night, I had nothing better to do than watch the sunrise and nothing was better than watching a sunrise while a thunderstorm is taking place. Its very rare you‘ll ever see one of those, and it is the most real thing you could ever experience. That and looking at the stars.
I was about to go take a shower when my mother unexpectedly opened my bedroom door with fury… like the same kind of feeling when slamming a door… yet opening it, so there was a difference.
“I need you to babysit Timothy Saturday night. Maybe you can have Rachel come over and she could play with you guys, it would make things go faster. Your father and I have plans…” she hesitated. I could tell she had more to say, but I didn’t bother asking because something was obviously wrong; she had trails of black running down her powdered cheeks. I sat on my bed pondering all the possibilities.
“Katie?! Did you hear me? I need you to babysit Tim Saturday night,” this time she was slowly enunciating her words like if I spoke a foreign language.
“Yeah, I heard you, but the carni—”
“Okay, good. We’re going to be leaving at 6:00 p.m. sharp, so make sure your home.”
She turned around and slammed my door without letting me finish my sentence. What a great way to start my unruly morning. Looks like I’m busy Saturday night; yay for me! Now where was I? Oh yeah, I was about to take a shower and it was now 7:00.
*--*
I don’t know why my mother thinks I would want to hang out with Rachel on Saturday night. I mean, she’s cool and all, but I always used her as a way to hang out with Teddy since my parents are so d**n strict. Oh yeah, I guess since I tell my parents I go over there to play with her, they really think that I do. Ha! What do they know? Apparently not much; since when do 16-year-olds hand out with 7-year-olds?
I think I’m going to go pick up Elizabeth and drive to Starbucks. I’m tired as hell, and it’ll help me get through the day since I decided not to go to sleep last night. I grabbed my favorite scarf and wrapped it tightly around; of course it is a freezing fall day in Pittsford, like it usually is. I loved it. I couldn’t help but indulge myself in a lovely French vanilla cappuccino and smelling all the fireplaces going and looking at all the pretty fall colors, all the while focusing on the Death Cab for Cutie lyrics. I grabbed my keys headed towards my beat up little Honda.
Elizabeth lives four houses down to my house and I always took her places since she decided not to get her drivers license. She spotted my car and yelled up to her mom; her long legs carried her twiggy body across her front lawn and she hopped inside. I don’t even know how we became friends; why would someone so perfect and alive want to be with a pessimist like I? That is something I still haven’t quite figured out yet.
“You ready? Let’s go!” She hesitated to turn on some music, fearing what I was listening to earlier. She can’t stand listening to Teddy’s music; after all, he did write For You I Will and Try Too Hard about her. When they’re together, they argue endlessly and bite each other’s asses; they still haven’t worked things out from the summer 3 years ago. She put some Metro Station on shuffle, and we tore down the street recklessly.
What do ya say we leave to California?
If we drive all night
We can make it by the morning
And no one has to know, if we decide to go
What do ya say we leave to California?
If we drive all night
We can make it by the morning
And no one has to know, if we decide to go
What do ya say we leave to California?
“Why do you have this garbage? It’s kinda weird having your next door neighbor’s CD.” She threw Teddy’s CD at me and it wound up bouncing off the door and rolling on the ground. I guess letting her look at my music was a bad idea; I never knew she would be so violent with it.
“I’ve known him since I was two years old, and he’s a friend. Plus, it’s really good… How could I not have it?” I reached down below my seat fondling loose change and lint, trying to get the CD. I was supposed to clean my car three days ago, but I guess my procrastination took over. Liz let out a piercing shriek, “Watch out!”
I lifted my head and slammed the breaks. The raven-colored mob of hair turned around and held his hands for dear life. It was Teddy; uh oh! Should I give him a ride? He looks pretty beat, I wonder what he’s been up to. I have to give him a ride; Liz can get mad at me later. Hopefully she won’t make teddy feel bad too much. She has a way of doing that; she says she right about everything, and that’s right after she gives you the longest explanation why your wrong, which in the end makes you feel like crap. She gave me a smirk as I rolled down the window
“Wanna ride?” I asked out of curiosity. Why the hell does he look so… weary?
“I guess…” he muttered just loud enough to hear it.
Ted limped to the backseat; Ted’s limping? I didn’t really think I hit him! I just talked to him yesterday, and he was perfectly fine. Man, am I confused.
I pressed down the gas pedal as Liz gave me an abhorrent look, but I could only reply with a look that had an insincere “oops” all over it. This shall be interesting….
Chapter Two: d**n Dog and Cartwheels
I woke up this morning to my face getting covered in slimly slobber from buddy; yuck! My mom threw Buddy on my bed thinking he would wake me up. Ha! I guess she forgot that I can just throw him off. I set the shaggy dog on the carpet, but no, that d**n dog jumped back up and started licking me again. How does a little dog like Buddy. with tiny legs, jump so freakin high? I guess I’ll just go downstairs since my mom will just be crabby for the rest of the day if I don’t.
I unplugged my fully charged iPod and jammed the headphones in my ears; I turned on the “Good morning, enjoy your cheerios” play list that Kathryn made for me a year ago. It consisted mainly of Mae, Death Cab, and Ben Folds. As I arrived down stairs, I noticed my mom has been screeching for Rachel for like 10 minutes now. I think I’ll just ignore it and sit myself to this bowl of cheerios, not paying any mind if my mom had poured it for me or for herself… Oh well.
“Why do you need Rachel? Is she still sleeping? And how the heck did you train buddy to be so annoying? I guess some of your characteristics rubbed off on him.” I gave a chuckle and ate a huge sthingyful of cheerios that, of course, didn’t all fit in my mouth.
“She has a phone call, and no, I used the strategic plan with her too. Buddy’s just a talented dog… I guess some of your talent rubbed off on him.” How the hell does she have phone calls this early? I don’t even get phone calls, and I’m famous! And she’s seven?! Woah.
“Who’s calling Rachel? And FYI I don’t slobber.” I slurped down the rest of my cheerios and headed towards the stairs.
“It’s Katie’s mother. She wants Rachel to come over to play with Timothy and Katie Saturday night. Oh, and I think I did see some foamy substance on your pillow, so you might want to double check on your information.” She laughed at her own little joke that I didn’t find funny at all. I decided to drop the conversation, which apparently wasn’t going anywhere. I think I might just take a walk.
*--*
I threw on whatever was clean and I slipped on my old green converse. I had just recently completed my collection of converse, so now I have one of every color. I didn’t bother touching my hair, I just left it plain and scraggly. The door slammed behind me as I made my way through my neighborhood in the not-so-famous city of Pittsford. You couldn’t ask me right now what was wrong with me, because I don’t even know myself. Walking in the crisp air always clears my mind, so lets hope some sense gets knocked into me.
I’m surprised I didn’t see any tumbleweed passing by, because the streets were dead empty. I don’t bother walking on the sidewalks; it makes me feel more rebellious walking right in the middle of the street. I am still intensely listening to my iPod, but this time, I was listening to the “walks” playlist. For some reason, I have some random urge running through my veins to do a cartwheel. Listening to all this music has got me hyped up, and now I want to do a cartwheel. I don’t even know If I could do one. Lets try… THUMP! Wow, that wasn’t a very smart idea. I wound up hitting my head and twisting my ankle. I’m guessing I’m not fully awake; maybe I’ll try one later after I have some Starbucks.
I swear I’m hearing some metro station mixed in with my Coldplay. Maybe it’s just me… I’ll just keep walking. “Watch out!” I heard a faintly familiar voice all mixed in with the Metro Station and Coldplay. I’m losing it. Ah! I threw my hands up in terror, “WTF?!” I turned around, and what do ya know, Kathryn is sitting there behind the wheel, with her mouth wide open and she’s 2 inches from knocking me off my feet. I hacn’t hear much now from hearing her crappy brakes squeak so loudly. I don’t think I literally meant I wanted some sense knocked into me, and I guess I should start walking on the sidewalks now… So much for being rebellious.
“Wanna Ride?” She looked like a curious puppy when she asked me this. Her blue eyes popped out behind the windshield, and here I am looking like a bullied kid. I don’t even know how I look after that cartwheel.
“I guess,” I tried to make my voice louder but it just came out as a slight mutter. I wonder if she heard. I would look dumb if I repeated it, but I would look worse if she didn’t hear and I would be just standing here. I get so nervous when I’m around her. I can’t even think straight.
I limped to the backseat right behind her, and then I realized where the metro station was coming from. Oh, and that familiar voice was Elizabeth’s. She’s here in the car… Joy!
p.s. the tab doesnt work, either that or i don't how to do it for this. cuz u know, i'm new
