Before they realized what had happened, high school graduation was upon them. It felt as if the two friends had met the day before and the years passed in a whirlwind. She had a boyfriend, rich, charming and handsome and he admired her from up close. Every time she kissed someone else, he felt a pinch in his chest as if his heart would stop. But he desperately wanted to be near her and so wouldn't separate himself from the cause.
They had all been accepted to the same universities and planned on attending together. Her plan was working perfectly as they prepared all summer for the new challenge of college. She could barely contain her excitement on the first day they arrived. Her scholarship in tow and all her hopes and dreams resting in one spoiled brat boy who she would find unwilling in college. He just didn't seem to care about school as she did and it wasn't long into their freshman year when he dropped out and went home, causing a long distance relationship and a hardship she had not wished to endure.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
The Darkness - Part Three
She assigned a few trustworthy junior high students to organize the bins and began giving instructions to another group of junior high students.
"In a moment, we'll have lots of scared little kids in here. There will be approximately 300 of them. We need to get all the kids in these two rooms for right now." She pointed to the end of the hall. "You two go in there and make room. You three take this tape and a ladder and close up any sources for outside air. Have the instructors give you a hand. Don't worry, it's only temporary. You two, turn off all the thermostats. Make sure there isn't a single one on. You, start putting this black butcher paper on the south door. I need you ten, go into the curriculum room and stack the books nicely in the corner. You three, start carrying the book cases out into the hall as soon as they are empty. After we lock the doors, you ten need to start moving the desks from the other classrooms into the south end of the hall. You can fit about sixty desks and chairs on that end. Be sure they are stacked high and tight."
She breathed for a moment and the doors opened again. More tubs and children came filtering into the small annex building. It was getting crowded in the hallway. Mrs. Johnson stepped outside to check the clouds progress. Ten minutes until they were locking the doors. Hopefully they had enough supplies and such to make it a few days. The tubs were stacked high in the workroom. The children were crammed in two classrooms. The curriculum room was quickly being opened up for visitors and there was still no sign of the first grade classes.
The black cloud was slowly moving over the roof of the gym. You could see the cloud filling up every inch of the inside. The first grade classrooms were close to the gym. Worst of all, her daughter was in the first grade. She waited another two minutes. Still no sign of them. All the other students were secure in the small building. Her heart race. She began to panic. Where was the first grade. Kindergarten was here. Everyone else was here. The emergency tubs from the first grade had arrived.
She jerked around. Then, she took the remaining junior high students back into the other building. As they ran, she yelled "get them out of here. Carry them if you have to. No bathroom, no phone calls, no exceptions. Pick them up with their stuff and get them to move."
She panted as they passed the main foyer. The black cloud was moving across the playground. You couldn't see through it. It was a black pit of nothingness like she had never seen. They passed the hallway to the gym. The cloud was beginning to leak in through the cracks in the doors. They ran faster into the chaos of the first grade, Children were crying. Some had run to the bathroom. She looked desperately for Destiny. She found her. She picked her up. She instructed the others to do the same. They charged into the bathroom and carried little ones out kicking and screaming. They ran back down the hall. All fifty first graders, the teachers and each junior high assistant.
Mrs. Johnson glanced to her right. The could was advancing down the hall and the air stirred by the stampede was helping it along with its vacuum effect. One of the students grabbed a cart with wheels and three others joined her in grabbing all spare backpacks and coats they could grab as they ran.
She checked the clock as she passed the main foyer. There was only three minutes left. They had to run.
"Hurry, times almost out." The cloud on the playground was dangerously close to the breezeway. She radioed to open the doors and wait. They hefty wind from the troops in a rush pushed the cloud back a moment while they stamped through the doors.
Taking the kids to the end classrooms, she dropped her daughter and went to do a quick check. She had each class count off their numbers and confirm they were present. She quickly made the junior high do assembly role call. Everyone appeared to be with them, until she looked out the door. The art teacher and the gym teacher were trying to fight their way through the cloud. She saw them on the brink of escaping. Then it seemed to swallow them whole. Then they appeared again.
One door was being taped up when she thought she saw something. Her sight was confirmed with a scream from outside. There was a small kindergartner who had snuck outside to play. The teachers grabbed him and kept fighting. Mrs. Kline let out a yelp of pain as she fell to the ground and could no longer be seen.
The cloud moved in quickly as if it could sense life in the building. Mrs. Johnson took out the master key. She looked at it for a moment. The cloud would overtake the doors in the next five minutes. She could wait no longer. She pushed up the door bolts, locked the doors and began to tape them shut. The black paper was just being taped on when the black cloud arrived. There was pounding and screams from outside.
"Please!!! Please!!!" They heard. But she urged everyone to press on with their assigned duties.
The pounding on the door was fierce. First, you could tell it was just one set of fists, then two sets, then more. It was almost deafening. They finished securing the building. They stacked all the desks in the way of the door. In the process of moving everyone around, pounding began on the north door and on the windows. The children covered their ears. The screaming was loud and overwhelming. Little ones were crying. The older ones turned pale at the sounds.
They sat listening to the pounding and screaming until everyone was asleep from sheer exhaustion. Everyone except Mrs. Johnson. She sat awake all night listening to the shrieks of pain and the thumping on every surface. Suddenly, she was happy there was black butcher paper on the windows. She didn't want to see what she could hear.
"In a moment, we'll have lots of scared little kids in here. There will be approximately 300 of them. We need to get all the kids in these two rooms for right now." She pointed to the end of the hall. "You two go in there and make room. You three take this tape and a ladder and close up any sources for outside air. Have the instructors give you a hand. Don't worry, it's only temporary. You two, turn off all the thermostats. Make sure there isn't a single one on. You, start putting this black butcher paper on the south door. I need you ten, go into the curriculum room and stack the books nicely in the corner. You three, start carrying the book cases out into the hall as soon as they are empty. After we lock the doors, you ten need to start moving the desks from the other classrooms into the south end of the hall. You can fit about sixty desks and chairs on that end. Be sure they are stacked high and tight."
She breathed for a moment and the doors opened again. More tubs and children came filtering into the small annex building. It was getting crowded in the hallway. Mrs. Johnson stepped outside to check the clouds progress. Ten minutes until they were locking the doors. Hopefully they had enough supplies and such to make it a few days. The tubs were stacked high in the workroom. The children were crammed in two classrooms. The curriculum room was quickly being opened up for visitors and there was still no sign of the first grade classes.
The black cloud was slowly moving over the roof of the gym. You could see the cloud filling up every inch of the inside. The first grade classrooms were close to the gym. Worst of all, her daughter was in the first grade. She waited another two minutes. Still no sign of them. All the other students were secure in the small building. Her heart race. She began to panic. Where was the first grade. Kindergarten was here. Everyone else was here. The emergency tubs from the first grade had arrived.
She jerked around. Then, she took the remaining junior high students back into the other building. As they ran, she yelled "get them out of here. Carry them if you have to. No bathroom, no phone calls, no exceptions. Pick them up with their stuff and get them to move."
She panted as they passed the main foyer. The black cloud was moving across the playground. You couldn't see through it. It was a black pit of nothingness like she had never seen. They passed the hallway to the gym. The cloud was beginning to leak in through the cracks in the doors. They ran faster into the chaos of the first grade, Children were crying. Some had run to the bathroom. She looked desperately for Destiny. She found her. She picked her up. She instructed the others to do the same. They charged into the bathroom and carried little ones out kicking and screaming. They ran back down the hall. All fifty first graders, the teachers and each junior high assistant.
Mrs. Johnson glanced to her right. The could was advancing down the hall and the air stirred by the stampede was helping it along with its vacuum effect. One of the students grabbed a cart with wheels and three others joined her in grabbing all spare backpacks and coats they could grab as they ran.
She checked the clock as she passed the main foyer. There was only three minutes left. They had to run.
"Hurry, times almost out." The cloud on the playground was dangerously close to the breezeway. She radioed to open the doors and wait. They hefty wind from the troops in a rush pushed the cloud back a moment while they stamped through the doors.
Taking the kids to the end classrooms, she dropped her daughter and went to do a quick check. She had each class count off their numbers and confirm they were present. She quickly made the junior high do assembly role call. Everyone appeared to be with them, until she looked out the door. The art teacher and the gym teacher were trying to fight their way through the cloud. She saw them on the brink of escaping. Then it seemed to swallow them whole. Then they appeared again.
One door was being taped up when she thought she saw something. Her sight was confirmed with a scream from outside. There was a small kindergartner who had snuck outside to play. The teachers grabbed him and kept fighting. Mrs. Kline let out a yelp of pain as she fell to the ground and could no longer be seen.
The cloud moved in quickly as if it could sense life in the building. Mrs. Johnson took out the master key. She looked at it for a moment. The cloud would overtake the doors in the next five minutes. She could wait no longer. She pushed up the door bolts, locked the doors and began to tape them shut. The black paper was just being taped on when the black cloud arrived. There was pounding and screams from outside.
"Please!!! Please!!!" They heard. But she urged everyone to press on with their assigned duties.
The pounding on the door was fierce. First, you could tell it was just one set of fists, then two sets, then more. It was almost deafening. They finished securing the building. They stacked all the desks in the way of the door. In the process of moving everyone around, pounding began on the north door and on the windows. The children covered their ears. The screaming was loud and overwhelming. Little ones were crying. The older ones turned pale at the sounds.
They sat listening to the pounding and screaming until everyone was asleep from sheer exhaustion. Everyone except Mrs. Johnson. She sat awake all night listening to the shrieks of pain and the thumping on every surface. Suddenly, she was happy there was black butcher paper on the windows. She didn't want to see what she could hear.
Love Story - Part Six
Xander rushed to his room and immediately started working his magic. He secured her a scholarship. He got her a date and managed to find a way to send her some money anonymously for her dress. She would have the best prom money could buy and she would never even know it was from him. Why? He must be crazy! What could possibly make a young man do all this? Love was his answer. He was her admirer from afar and he would do almost anything for her. She didn't know how deeply his love ran, but she often took advantage of his willingness to do everything she asked.
And the night was brilliant.
And the night was brilliant.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
The Darkness - Part Two
She turned to the children and rushed them inside. The fear on their faces was evident.
"How about a game of quiet ball?" she asked.
The class was immediately excited. Quiet ball was their favorite game and they only played it when it was rainy or too cold outside for recess. As they entered the classroom, she walked to her desk and closed the blinds. Then she reached into her drawer to produce the bright pink quiet ball.
"Zack." She stated as she threw it to him across the room. The class played about four rounds of quiet ball. She tucked herself secretly into the hallway and to the computers. Then she found a radio station. The dark cloud was moving across town in a southwest direction. They were about as south as you could get, but they were smack in the middle of town from east to west. She called a meeting of teachers. They all converged in the hallway desperate to discuss their options.
"There are only four of us in this building. What about the other one?" There are over 600 kids in there." The sixth grade teacher was obviously shaken.
Suddenly, Mrs. Johnson received an ominous feeling.
"Mrs. Larsen - gather a dozen or so of the strongest sixth grade girls. They need to help clear out the classrooms in the other building. Mr. Green, take a dozen of sixth grade boys, your strongest ones and collect all the emergency packs around the school. Miss Anderson, I need you to help clear out the Junior high and get them in here. When they come, they need to bring their emergency bins and help you get ladders, trash bags - all of them and cleaning supplies from the janitor's closet. I need duct tape and lots of it. I know there are three or four rolls in here. I'll get them. Grab the radios from the work room. Pay attention. I'll take some of the kids and we'll start to double seal all the windows and doors. We will seal the doors at the south end of the building in thirty minutes. You all only have thirty minutes to complete your tasks. I will not wait for anyone."
She examined the group to be sure each understood. They walked to the workroom, each took a radio and they went to complete their tasks. Mrs. Johnson began taping up the north door and windows. Then, she covered them with black butcher paper. She wasn't sure why she did. After that was done, she had two of the classes move their desks into the end of the hallway to make room for the incoming children.
There were four regular classrooms, one small classroom, the teacher workroom, and the curriculum room in this building and they had to fit 750 kids in this building. She began taping up the east windows and saw the cloud had reached them. It was starting to creep up onto the gym.
She grabbed her radio. "It's here and it's infiltrating the gym. Get those younger elementary kids out of their. Make sure they bring their backpacks and coats. It may be all they have for warmth."
Quickly, she moved all the fifth and sixth graders into the two cleared out rooms. Then she handed the tape off to two other instructors to continue taping up windows, instructing them to raise the blinds and apply black butcher paper as she had on the doors and then close the blinds. Most of her instructions didn't make any sense to her. But she followed her instincts.
Some students moved more desks into the end of the hall until you couldn't see the doors anymore. The chairs were stacked where backpacks and coats used to be. Then the junior high students began to filter in the building. She asked them to start stacking the emergency bins in the teacher's workroom. As she held open the door for them, she saw the cloud begin to drift over the roof of the gym.
"How about a game of quiet ball?" she asked.
The class was immediately excited. Quiet ball was their favorite game and they only played it when it was rainy or too cold outside for recess. As they entered the classroom, she walked to her desk and closed the blinds. Then she reached into her drawer to produce the bright pink quiet ball.
"Zack." She stated as she threw it to him across the room. The class played about four rounds of quiet ball. She tucked herself secretly into the hallway and to the computers. Then she found a radio station. The dark cloud was moving across town in a southwest direction. They were about as south as you could get, but they were smack in the middle of town from east to west. She called a meeting of teachers. They all converged in the hallway desperate to discuss their options.
"There are only four of us in this building. What about the other one?" There are over 600 kids in there." The sixth grade teacher was obviously shaken.
Suddenly, Mrs. Johnson received an ominous feeling.
"Mrs. Larsen - gather a dozen or so of the strongest sixth grade girls. They need to help clear out the classrooms in the other building. Mr. Green, take a dozen of sixth grade boys, your strongest ones and collect all the emergency packs around the school. Miss Anderson, I need you to help clear out the Junior high and get them in here. When they come, they need to bring their emergency bins and help you get ladders, trash bags - all of them and cleaning supplies from the janitor's closet. I need duct tape and lots of it. I know there are three or four rolls in here. I'll get them. Grab the radios from the work room. Pay attention. I'll take some of the kids and we'll start to double seal all the windows and doors. We will seal the doors at the south end of the building in thirty minutes. You all only have thirty minutes to complete your tasks. I will not wait for anyone."
She examined the group to be sure each understood. They walked to the workroom, each took a radio and they went to complete their tasks. Mrs. Johnson began taping up the north door and windows. Then, she covered them with black butcher paper. She wasn't sure why she did. After that was done, she had two of the classes move their desks into the end of the hallway to make room for the incoming children.
There were four regular classrooms, one small classroom, the teacher workroom, and the curriculum room in this building and they had to fit 750 kids in this building. She began taping up the east windows and saw the cloud had reached them. It was starting to creep up onto the gym.
She grabbed her radio. "It's here and it's infiltrating the gym. Get those younger elementary kids out of their. Make sure they bring their backpacks and coats. It may be all they have for warmth."
Quickly, she moved all the fifth and sixth graders into the two cleared out rooms. Then she handed the tape off to two other instructors to continue taping up windows, instructing them to raise the blinds and apply black butcher paper as she had on the doors and then close the blinds. Most of her instructions didn't make any sense to her. But she followed her instincts.
Some students moved more desks into the end of the hall until you couldn't see the doors anymore. The chairs were stacked where backpacks and coats used to be. Then the junior high students began to filter in the building. She asked them to start stacking the emergency bins in the teacher's workroom. As she held open the door for them, she saw the cloud begin to drift over the roof of the gym.
Love Story - Part Five
Xander was disgusted with himself. He had spent four years helping his best friend shamelessly chase one guy after another. He couldn't believe he had sunk so low. All he knew was that he would do anything to see her happy. But all these games only made her more miserable. He had to do something.
As they sat in her room with their stack of envelopes looking through acceptance letters, he noticed that they all got into the same schools. Most were top of the Ivy league, but with the opening of each happy letter, her face turned more sad.
"How will I ever pay for these schools? I don't know if I can even get a scholarship. Half the ones I applied for turned me down and the other half barely cover the cost of books. I guess they figure I have money somehow." Adrianne was upset beyond consoling.
At that moment, Xander knew what he must do. She would never know about his gift to her, but it would be worth it to see her happy.
"I'm sorry - you must excuse me. I have some family business to attend to." And with that, he exited the room to put his plan in to action.
As they sat in her room with their stack of envelopes looking through acceptance letters, he noticed that they all got into the same schools. Most were top of the Ivy league, but with the opening of each happy letter, her face turned more sad.
"How will I ever pay for these schools? I don't know if I can even get a scholarship. Half the ones I applied for turned me down and the other half barely cover the cost of books. I guess they figure I have money somehow." Adrianne was upset beyond consoling.
At that moment, Xander knew what he must do. She would never know about his gift to her, but it would be worth it to see her happy.
"I'm sorry - you must excuse me. I have some family business to attend to." And with that, he exited the room to put his plan in to action.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
The Darkness - Part One
It seemed like a normal day. The clouds were rolling in for another winter storm. Mrs. Johnson entered the building at 7:45am as she did every morning and began her day at her desk, recording attendance, card moves and other random tasks that needed to be done before the kids arrived. As she looked around the room, she couldn't help feeling that this day was different from the others.
The day proceeded as planned. Nothing out of the ordinary in reading or in math. She found herself wondering where the time of the day had gone when she noticed the clouds getting darker outside.
"Yeah! A two day snowstorm at this rate. Wonderful for recess duty." she thought to herself. Then without another moment spent on the weather, she rushed to her spelling class. When she got there, things seemed odd, but she shook off the feeling again as she taught her half hour lesson.
Back to class she sprinted. Her teacher needed help with history. Then there was one recess, another class, after school care and finally - home with her two adorable, lovable children. She couldn't wait. Spending time with her family was her favorite activity.
History seemed to whiz by as she kept busy at her desk with her tasks. It was getting darker outside moment by moment, but that was normal with a big storm. Her class lined up at the door to go to recess. She grabbed her recess bag, but as they entered the hall, they were a little too noisy. Forcing the excited children to stop, she reminded them that other classes were in session and they were in the hall.
The annex fell silent again as they marched toward the door. She pushed it open and made the regular turn to her left. And as she walked out from under the connected roof, she looked up at the sky. It was pitch black outside. The only light was what looked like the moon, but it was in the wrong place in the sky.
Apparently she wasn't the only one shocked by the sight. Her entire class had stopped behind her, fascinated with the abnormal conditions.
"It's not right." she whispered under her breathe. "Something isn't right."
Mrs. Johnson hoped she was going to awaken from a dream. This all seemed so familiar. As she watched, the clouds by the light gave a visible swirl. Something seemed to be up there. Then her attention was grabbed by something out of the corner of her eye.
In the distance, the clouds seemed to be rolling along the ground from the northeast. They rolled down the distant mountain in a way that frightened the teacher. She turned to the students and rushed them back indoors. This wasn't right and all she knew was her instinct told her not to be outside right now.
The day proceeded as planned. Nothing out of the ordinary in reading or in math. She found herself wondering where the time of the day had gone when she noticed the clouds getting darker outside.
"Yeah! A two day snowstorm at this rate. Wonderful for recess duty." she thought to herself. Then without another moment spent on the weather, she rushed to her spelling class. When she got there, things seemed odd, but she shook off the feeling again as she taught her half hour lesson.
Back to class she sprinted. Her teacher needed help with history. Then there was one recess, another class, after school care and finally - home with her two adorable, lovable children. She couldn't wait. Spending time with her family was her favorite activity.
History seemed to whiz by as she kept busy at her desk with her tasks. It was getting darker outside moment by moment, but that was normal with a big storm. Her class lined up at the door to go to recess. She grabbed her recess bag, but as they entered the hall, they were a little too noisy. Forcing the excited children to stop, she reminded them that other classes were in session and they were in the hall.
The annex fell silent again as they marched toward the door. She pushed it open and made the regular turn to her left. And as she walked out from under the connected roof, she looked up at the sky. It was pitch black outside. The only light was what looked like the moon, but it was in the wrong place in the sky.
Apparently she wasn't the only one shocked by the sight. Her entire class had stopped behind her, fascinated with the abnormal conditions.
"It's not right." she whispered under her breathe. "Something isn't right."
Mrs. Johnson hoped she was going to awaken from a dream. This all seemed so familiar. As she watched, the clouds by the light gave a visible swirl. Something seemed to be up there. Then her attention was grabbed by something out of the corner of her eye.
In the distance, the clouds seemed to be rolling along the ground from the northeast. They rolled down the distant mountain in a way that frightened the teacher. She turned to the students and rushed them back indoors. This wasn't right and all she knew was her instinct told her not to be outside right now.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Love Story - Part Four
His name was Xander. She was becoming good friends with him. They sat next to one another at orientation. Most of their classes were the same. They found themselves spending immense amounts of time together, even if it was coincidental.
And for a while, she enjoyed his company. However, she was beginning to wonder if her socializing with one gentleman was hindering on her chances of finding her rich prince. It didn't matter. She liked him clearly as a friend. And spending time with him made this place less dismal. Adrianne never noticed the jeers coming from other people when he was with her. The whole world disappeared when he was by her side. He made her confident and vibrant and all the things she couldn't be without him.
So her plan to get herself a boyfriend seemed flawless. Adrianne would enlist the help of her new best friend in her plot to find a very wealthy, very intelligent significant other. After their freshman year had passed and again Xander and Adrianne found themselves unpacking their bags to return to school, she took the opportunity to explain her plan.
"Xander, you think everyone has a right to be happy?" she asked. Her tone was earnest.
He smiled at her. "Of course." His thick accent hardly seemed apparent to her. She was so used to it. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, I've been thinking. We're sophomores now. We've had time to acclimate ourselves to our surroundings. We are permanent fixtures in the small community in which we exist. And I...well...um...I was wondering if you think it's too early for me to have a boyfriend?" She bit her lip nervously awaiting his answer.
Xander smiled inside and for a moment his heart leaped. He had been attracted to her since the first day he saw her. Although he didn't believe in love at first sight, she had been more than he could have dreamed. She was so down to Earth and honest. Most of all, he thought she was beautiful and intelligent. They had so much fun together. His heart skipped a beat and he hoped he wasn't blushing. He almost forgot her question. Then he regained his senses only long enough to answer.
"I don't see any problems with you deciding to have a boyfriend. If you want to get that serious with someone, I can see the benefits of it. I would love ....."
She was so excited, she cut him off mid-sentence. "So, you'll help me make Todd Sampson my boyfriend!!! You are truly the best friend I ever had!!!!"
Xander's hopes were crushed. Even though it pained him, he would truly do anything to make her happy. So he mustered up the energy to sound happy for her, but he didn't think he succeeded very well.
"Of course - we'll discuss the details later. I'm sure you have a plan. You always do." he replied.
She was so caught up in her excitement that she didn't notice the complete sadness in his eyes. Xander felt his heart ripped from his chest. Maybe he should have made a move in the "more than friends" direction when they were younger. All he knew now is that he had lost his chance.
And for a while, she enjoyed his company. However, she was beginning to wonder if her socializing with one gentleman was hindering on her chances of finding her rich prince. It didn't matter. She liked him clearly as a friend. And spending time with him made this place less dismal. Adrianne never noticed the jeers coming from other people when he was with her. The whole world disappeared when he was by her side. He made her confident and vibrant and all the things she couldn't be without him.
So her plan to get herself a boyfriend seemed flawless. Adrianne would enlist the help of her new best friend in her plot to find a very wealthy, very intelligent significant other. After their freshman year had passed and again Xander and Adrianne found themselves unpacking their bags to return to school, she took the opportunity to explain her plan.
"Xander, you think everyone has a right to be happy?" she asked. Her tone was earnest.
He smiled at her. "Of course." His thick accent hardly seemed apparent to her. She was so used to it. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, I've been thinking. We're sophomores now. We've had time to acclimate ourselves to our surroundings. We are permanent fixtures in the small community in which we exist. And I...well...um...I was wondering if you think it's too early for me to have a boyfriend?" She bit her lip nervously awaiting his answer.
Xander smiled inside and for a moment his heart leaped. He had been attracted to her since the first day he saw her. Although he didn't believe in love at first sight, she had been more than he could have dreamed. She was so down to Earth and honest. Most of all, he thought she was beautiful and intelligent. They had so much fun together. His heart skipped a beat and he hoped he wasn't blushing. He almost forgot her question. Then he regained his senses only long enough to answer.
"I don't see any problems with you deciding to have a boyfriend. If you want to get that serious with someone, I can see the benefits of it. I would love ....."
She was so excited, she cut him off mid-sentence. "So, you'll help me make Todd Sampson my boyfriend!!! You are truly the best friend I ever had!!!!"
Xander's hopes were crushed. Even though it pained him, he would truly do anything to make her happy. So he mustered up the energy to sound happy for her, but he didn't think he succeeded very well.
"Of course - we'll discuss the details later. I'm sure you have a plan. You always do." he replied.
She was so caught up in her excitement that she didn't notice the complete sadness in his eyes. Xander felt his heart ripped from his chest. Maybe he should have made a move in the "more than friends" direction when they were younger. All he knew now is that he had lost his chance.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Love Story - Part Three
So her motives weren't the most pure. Is that really all that mattered? As she huffed up another flight of stairs to her room, she wondered if she wasn't being petty. Then he caught her eye - the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. He ran his hand through his tender brown hair. His blue eyes were startling. She was smitten for the first time in a long time. But she had promised herself no crushes. They had only served to do exactly what they intended, crush her. She couldn't be smooshed on the floor and expect any guy to want her. So, she quickly looked away and ducked into her room, practically tripping over her bags in the attempt to hurry.
She seemed to catch some man's attention because she heard a deep, accented voice behind her.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
She dared not look in case it was the gorgeous gentleman. She couldn't bare if she had made a fool of herself in front of such a sexy man.
"I'm fine - just a little clumsy. It runs in my family actually. We're all clumsy. Not that we've been so clumsy to need anything fixed with surgery or had any broken bones. Well, that's not true. I have had my tonsils out, but I guess that's not clumsiness that causes that. And my sister did break her finger once, but it was because her friend shut it in the car door. I'm not sure if that's clumsy or just absent-mindedness. Anyway, it really doesn't ...."
Her rant was cut short as she felt him take her hand. Her heart fluttered. He was a gentleman. At last, her dream may be coming true. She turned to look at him and was greeted by a complete surprise. This was not her dream man as she had assumed. This young man had an out of control hairdo, big, black-rimmed glasses and .... BRACES!!! Oh, if only she had looked first.
"Do you always talk that fast?" He asked.
"Only when I'm nervous. It's not easy being a scholarship student in a place like this. I'm just waiting to be made fun of." She replied.
"I hear you." He replied in his thick accent. "But I think that I have more cause for alarm than you. Look at me. I scream outcast. Please someone pick on me. Especially when only half the school can understand what you say."
She chuckled under her breath. He was funny. Perhaps he would make a good friend, at the least. Adrianne couldn't see herself settling for a scholarship student. It just couldn't be justified in her brain. She was bright and in her mind, deserved exactly what she had come here for. But nothing said she couldn't have a friend.
He helped her to her feet and assisted her with her bags. After she sat down on her bed, he took a spot at her desk chair. They talked and laughed for at least a few hours before parting, on the premise that she needed to unpack. Adrianne began to feel hopeful that this wasn't the worst place on the planet. She may just survive four years at this high school.
She seemed to catch some man's attention because she heard a deep, accented voice behind her.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
She dared not look in case it was the gorgeous gentleman. She couldn't bare if she had made a fool of herself in front of such a sexy man.
"I'm fine - just a little clumsy. It runs in my family actually. We're all clumsy. Not that we've been so clumsy to need anything fixed with surgery or had any broken bones. Well, that's not true. I have had my tonsils out, but I guess that's not clumsiness that causes that. And my sister did break her finger once, but it was because her friend shut it in the car door. I'm not sure if that's clumsy or just absent-mindedness. Anyway, it really doesn't ...."
Her rant was cut short as she felt him take her hand. Her heart fluttered. He was a gentleman. At last, her dream may be coming true. She turned to look at him and was greeted by a complete surprise. This was not her dream man as she had assumed. This young man had an out of control hairdo, big, black-rimmed glasses and .... BRACES!!! Oh, if only she had looked first.
"Do you always talk that fast?" He asked.
"Only when I'm nervous. It's not easy being a scholarship student in a place like this. I'm just waiting to be made fun of." She replied.
"I hear you." He replied in his thick accent. "But I think that I have more cause for alarm than you. Look at me. I scream outcast. Please someone pick on me. Especially when only half the school can understand what you say."
She chuckled under her breath. He was funny. Perhaps he would make a good friend, at the least. Adrianne couldn't see herself settling for a scholarship student. It just couldn't be justified in her brain. She was bright and in her mind, deserved exactly what she had come here for. But nothing said she couldn't have a friend.
He helped her to her feet and assisted her with her bags. After she sat down on her bed, he took a spot at her desk chair. They talked and laughed for at least a few hours before parting, on the premise that she needed to unpack. Adrianne began to feel hopeful that this wasn't the worst place on the planet. She may just survive four years at this high school.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Love Story - Part Two
She felt the weight of her bags as she trudged up the steep stairs, one in each hand. If only she had a man in a black suit to assist her with all her trappings, maybe she could get to her room a little faster, settle in a little sooner and start school with a little more cheer. However, she was not one to fantasize about such things. She could not be led astray by such fantasies.
She had come to this school for two reasons. One was to get the best education she could afford with a little charity. This boarding school was known to filter into the best ivy league schools and these students got coveted scholarship spots, not that most of the students who went to this school needed a scholarship.
The second objective in choosing to attend this prestigious boarding school was to find a prestigious boyfriend with a lot of prestigious money. She figured that it wouldn't be long before she could find her way into this group of stuck up students. And even if she had to settle for the nerdy outcast or the quiet, shy one, she was going to make the best of what they had to offer. At the same time, this would improve her status and maybe, even if for a short time, she could live beyond what her current circumstances could never even allow her to dream.
She had come to this school for two reasons. One was to get the best education she could afford with a little charity. This boarding school was known to filter into the best ivy league schools and these students got coveted scholarship spots, not that most of the students who went to this school needed a scholarship.
The second objective in choosing to attend this prestigious boarding school was to find a prestigious boyfriend with a lot of prestigious money. She figured that it wouldn't be long before she could find her way into this group of stuck up students. And even if she had to settle for the nerdy outcast or the quiet, shy one, she was going to make the best of what they had to offer. At the same time, this would improve her status and maybe, even if for a short time, she could live beyond what her current circumstances could never even allow her to dream.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Love Story - Part One
It was a brisk morning when they approached the front of the school. The large red brick building was almost dreary-looking against the grey sky. Adrianne could hardly believe she was there. She had worked so hard to get into the school and even harder to get the scholarship to pay for it. Even though her mother never wanted her to go, she never let her opinion sway her perseverance to achieve her dreams. This school was the portal to her future.
As she stood gaping at the tall oak doors, suitcases at the foot of the steps with her, something broke her entranced thoughts.
"Excuse me - you're totally in the way!" Said a voice behind her.
She turned to put a name to the character to which she was blocking. She was obviously not a scholarship student with her fresh off the runway designer shoes. Behind her was a man in a sleek black suit who was attempting to balance all of her various cases. Adrianne suddenly felt sorry that she had prolonged his torture. As she stepped out of the way, the girl looked her up and down and turned up her nose.
"I'm not sure why they ever decided to take on tacky charity cases." And with that, the rich girl swaggered up the stairs and into the building.
As she stood gaping at the tall oak doors, suitcases at the foot of the steps with her, something broke her entranced thoughts.
"Excuse me - you're totally in the way!" Said a voice behind her.
She turned to put a name to the character to which she was blocking. She was obviously not a scholarship student with her fresh off the runway designer shoes. Behind her was a man in a sleek black suit who was attempting to balance all of her various cases. Adrianne suddenly felt sorry that she had prolonged his torture. As she stepped out of the way, the girl looked her up and down and turned up her nose.
"I'm not sure why they ever decided to take on tacky charity cases." And with that, the rich girl swaggered up the stairs and into the building.
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