Since Jake is putting in some serious overtime lately, I have spent more hours at home by myself than what I am used to. I liked it at first, but about an hour after Jake left this afternoon I was terribly bored and sick of being alone. I decided to organize the books that I have stashed by the computer in the back bedroom. While doing so I came across my journal from my Junior year in high school. I wrote in this journal while I spent time in Europe, when Jerry Coler died, when I saw my first Creed concert...basically this little blue book is the autobiography of my 16 year old self.
I was not the only one to write in this book. In turn I asked many of my friend to write something in it for me. Below is what Meranda and Beckie wrote. I changed the names of some of the characters in the story, (Carma, if you want to know who they really are just ask, I am too embarrassed to share with the whole world some of the more personal details).
From Meranda:
As I write this I am thinking in an English accent. I don't have much to say so I shall write a story.
Kianne was a farm girl who like many girls her age had fantasized about boys but never did anything. One such fantasy was of her and a far off man. She dreamed that one day she and this far off man would be together in a bond that needed no assistance from the outside world, a bond that could not be disturbed even by humanity and its corrupt society. She dreamed that he would lift her off her tired feet and carry her safely to a pure, untouched place where only the greatest of God's creatures thrived.
Kianne was forced to attend a class which would teach her the skills of doing even harder work than her strong yet feminine body could handle. It was one fateful day that in this tedious class that Kianne converted all her unspent energy into a daydream of the man. In this certain dream Kianne and this man were walking down a worn horse trail which had been laden with wild flowers and he was picking them to make a bouquet for her. Kianne watched intently as he delicately plucked the silky flowers, with each snap of a stem he would compare the beauty of the flower to Kianne and her spirit, beautifully vibrant yet delicate on the outside. On the inside her spirit and independence. As the man had finished plucking and started to give them to her their gaze met. A stunned translucent silence fell suddenly and all the birds, bugs and creatures in the forest seemed to stand still. Time itself rested as the gaze deepened. Suddenly, an odd untold darkness covered everything and for an instant Kianne felt as though she had just touched a soul.
"Pizza Hut sounds good right now," thundered a voice from within the darkness. Upon opening her eyes, Kianne felt needles jolt from the top of her head to the tips of her fingers and toes. She realized that she had been starring into the eyes of ****, the boy who sat across from her. Never before had Kianne felt such an uncontrolled desire to look away. That doesn't mean she did.
*10 years later...*
As Kianne and her beloved **** sat in their Victorian bedroom looking at their wedding pictures, a throbbing surged through her. ****'s gaze met hers just like on that fateful day 10 years ago in Animal Science, their engagement day. **** reached for Kianne in sweet embrace. His strong arms engulfed her in sensuous love. Kianne stiffened and she knew. Setting the picture album aside, she welcomed his manliness to capture her fantasy. Kianne surrendered her clothes to the floor as **** had done. All her life she had dreamed of a love so would hold her so deep, leaving her senses helpless to the moment. As **** entered her and they became one, her heart flooded with uncontainable emotion.
As the sun began to beam gently into the flowing curtains of their bedroom window, Kianne was caught in **** eyes, but differently now. She was at peace in the tranquil darkness of his smooth black eyes. And they lived happily ever after.
Okay, we were 16 when that was written! Seriously! What kind of 16 year-old girl writes like that! So there is some truth behind that story: Meranda and I both took Animal Science with Mr. Gurnter, (I took it knowing it was a blow-off class, Meranda actually expected to learn something.) I enjoyed the class because there was a boy...that sat in front of me...with black eyes...that I had a crush on...
I was so embarrassed when Meranda finished and had me read it. She wrote it while we were at a slumber party with Andrea and Darcie for Darcie's birthday. After I read it Meranda read it out loud to the other girls. Oh, the shame! The horror!
Well, upon reading it for herself, Beckie decided that she could not be outdone. Here is what she came up with late one night while sitting on the roof of my parents house drinking cherry juice and lighting matches in our mouths:
The air was hot and humid, but Kianne left her window down as she leaned back in the seat of a little red S-10 speeding down 35. She batted at the Pikachu hanging from the rear-view mirror. **** looked over at her from behind a pair of dark sunglasses and smiled. Kianne grinned back and gazed out the window. They soon arrived at Sundance and dived into crappy stalls, (Tom had worked the day before).
"Do you want to go to the coffeehouse after we're done?" asked ****.
"Sure, I could go for an Auburn Ice today," replied Kianne.
**** growled and dropped his fork saying, "I could go for you right now."
Kianne giggled and darted away from him. He chased her around the stall, finally grasping her shoulders he pushed her into a corner. He pressed his greedy lips to hers and smoothed hos hands over her curvaceous body. His lips moved from her lips to her neck as his fingertips became more daring.
"****," she whispered, "not here, what if someone..."
"Shhh...", he said with closed eyes putting his finger to her lips.
**** wrapped his strong arms around her body and kicked her feet out from underneath her, gently laying her down in the soft, clean shavings. He moved over her, his mouth exploring further. Her eyes were closed and her head was drawn back when she felt **** jump off of her, as if he had been yanked away.
"******!" shrieked Kianne.
Kianne jumped to her feet just in time to see ****** ********* toss **** onto the hard floor. ****'s body bounced off the cement. ****** turned and looked at Kianne with fire in his eyes.
"What the fuck are you doing?" ****** asked.
"******, what are you doing here? You're not supposed to come here!" cried Kianne.
"I just wanted to see you! That's all! I came here to bring you some flowers and this is how you fucking repay me?"
"I don't want your fucking flowers!"
**** had since climbed to his feet and brushed himself off. "Why don't you just get the hell out of here, man?"
"Shut the fuck up!" yelled ******.
Okay, okay. I am not going to keep this one up...this is just way to Beckie for me to even finish reading, let alone publish it on the Web. I forgot just how crazy she actually was! (Carma, if you want to know the rest of this...I will let you read the journal...I wrote in there about you and a certain someone from your past!)
Rereading my old journal really made me miss high school and the simplicity of my life. I had no worries. I worked at a job that I absolutely loved, I had a ton of wonderful friends, a different crush every week, I was on top of the world! Wow, things have sure changed!
Well, I better be getting to bed. Tomorrow I have to get up and go and work on the house we just bought that is costing us the price of a small country to fix up and go to a job that I can't stand, only to return home to a house that needsd cleaning and dinner that needs fixing. *humph*
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