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Based on the movie' The Good Girl' with some changes. Please RnR!!
Before him came everything was the same. I hated my life and everything about it. Nothing ever changed. No one got me. My own husband could never understand me. I worked at Rainbow Brite. The only grocery store in the whole town, everyday from 9:00 to 5:00 seeing the same people at the same time talking about the same meaningless stuff. Then like a breath of fresh air, one Monday morning I went into work. There he was sitting behind a register reading a book. By Wednesday the curiosity was killing me. I had asked every one in the store about him. No one knew anything. He didn't talk much. I walked over to his register.
" Hello I'm Rachel."
I held out my hand. He lightly gripped it and replied, " I'm Ross Gellar."
His touch made my heart beat quicken.
" What are you reading?"
" Jurassic Park." He replied holding up a very worn book.
" I've seen the movie." I said trying to break the silence.
" Well you should read the book it's a lot better." He said, " Here you can borrow my copy. I've read it so many times."
He held out the book and I took it.
" So I guess you like dinosaurs?"
" Yeah." He answered, " If you want I could show you my collection after work?"
" Okay." I agreed.
I had no idea why I had said yes. I didn't really like dinosaurs. But something about him made me what to know him, all about him.
At five I met him outside, by the vending machines.
"Where's your car?" I asked.
" I walk."
" Well I'll drive you home today."
He smiled and nodded his head. I lead him to my car. He told me which way to turn and I stopped right in front of his house.
" C'mon in."
I walked through the front door to the living room. There was a simple green couch and a small TV. It was clean and smelled like Listerine. The pictures on the wall featured all sorts of dinosaurs, every species from T-Rex to the Triceratops. Dinosaur magazines scattered his coffee table. I looked at the Newsweek on top which boldly said " Jurassic Park: A Reality."
" Come in here."
I followed into a room down the hall. The room looked like an office, a computer sat in the corner. On the wall hung models of DNA, along with various dinosaur models.
" This is where I conduct my research."
I nodded and smiled, yet continued to look around. At his computer desk I saw a picture of a pretty dark haired woman at the Statue of Liberty. I walked over and pick up the picture.
" Who's this?"
I was thinking ex- girlfriend, wife something.
" That's my sister, Monica."
" She lives in New York."
" Yeah I did too." Ross answered, " but I had to get away."
" What to see something?"
I wanted to ask more about why he had left such a big city to come to an unimportant small town, but I agreed and followed him again. He took me to his bedroom. Over his bed hung a picture of the skyline of New York. The only thing in his room that did not feature dinosaurs. I was looking at his Stegosaurus shaped lamp, when I saw the clock on his nightstand. 6:30.
" Ross, I really need to go my husband will be wondering about me." " Since when do you have husband?" he asked.
" Since three years."
I held up my left ring finger to show him the simple gold band.
" He doesn't get me."
" I know the feeling. My family never got me that why I had to leave. I dropped out of the Masters program at NYU. No one got me there either. Did you go to college?"
" No, I was afraid I would lose Danny." I explained, " Danny's my husband."
With that I said good-bye and went to my car. I dreaded coming home. I walked through the front door, Danny and his best friend Joey sat on the couch.
" Hi Rachel." Joey greeted me.
" Hey Rach." Danny said. He looked over at me nodded and turned back to the TV.
" Hi." I solemnly answered, " Wha'cha watching?"
" Bay Watch." Danny answered giggling. He reached to grab his can of Budweiser; his hands were covered in grease.
" Danny." I stated, " You have grease all over you. You too, Joe. Can't you clean up before you sit on the couch?"
" Oh Rach, Don't worry we'll clean it up."
I retreated to our bedroom disgusted. As I lay in bed that night my mind was on Ross. Why I didn't know? Something about Ross Gellar had me fascinated. Could he be the one who would finally get me?
Should I even continue? Ross isn't crazy, just misunderstood. Does anyone even like this? Please RnR! Thanks!
Based on the movie' The Good Girl' with some changes. Please RnR!!
Before him came everything was the same. I hated my life and everything about it. Nothing ever changed. No one got me. My own husband could never understand me. I worked at Rainbow Brite. The only grocery store in the whole town, everyday from 9:00 to 5:00 seeing the same people at the same time talking about the same meaningless stuff. Then like a breath of fresh air, one Monday morning I went into work. There he was sitting behind a register reading a book. By Wednesday the curiosity was killing me. I had asked every one in the store about him. No one knew anything. He didn't talk much. I walked over to his register.
" Hello I'm Rachel."
I held out my hand. He lightly gripped it and replied, " I'm Ross Gellar."
His touch made my heart beat quicken.
" What are you reading?"
" Jurassic Park." He replied holding up a very worn book.
" I've seen the movie." I said trying to break the silence.
" Well you should read the book it's a lot better." He said, " Here you can borrow my copy. I've read it so many times."
He held out the book and I took it.
" So I guess you like dinosaurs?"
" Yeah." He answered, " If you want I could show you my collection after work?"
" Okay." I agreed.
I had no idea why I had said yes. I didn't really like dinosaurs. But something about him made me what to know him, all about him.
At five I met him outside, by the vending machines.
"Where's your car?" I asked.
" I walk."
" Well I'll drive you home today."
He smiled and nodded his head. I lead him to my car. He told me which way to turn and I stopped right in front of his house.
" C'mon in."
I walked through the front door to the living room. There was a simple green couch and a small TV. It was clean and smelled like Listerine. The pictures on the wall featured all sorts of dinosaurs, every species from T-Rex to the Triceratops. Dinosaur magazines scattered his coffee table. I looked at the Newsweek on top which boldly said " Jurassic Park: A Reality."
" Come in here."
I followed into a room down the hall. The room looked like an office, a computer sat in the corner. On the wall hung models of DNA, along with various dinosaur models.
" This is where I conduct my research."
I nodded and smiled, yet continued to look around. At his computer desk I saw a picture of a pretty dark haired woman at the Statue of Liberty. I walked over and pick up the picture.
" Who's this?"
I was thinking ex- girlfriend, wife something.
" That's my sister, Monica."
" She lives in New York."
" Yeah I did too." Ross answered, " but I had to get away."
" What to see something?"
I wanted to ask more about why he had left such a big city to come to an unimportant small town, but I agreed and followed him again. He took me to his bedroom. Over his bed hung a picture of the skyline of New York. The only thing in his room that did not feature dinosaurs. I was looking at his Stegosaurus shaped lamp, when I saw the clock on his nightstand. 6:30.
" Ross, I really need to go my husband will be wondering about me." " Since when do you have husband?" he asked.
" Since three years."
I held up my left ring finger to show him the simple gold band.
" He doesn't get me."
" I know the feeling. My family never got me that why I had to leave. I dropped out of the Masters program at NYU. No one got me there either. Did you go to college?"
" No, I was afraid I would lose Danny." I explained, " Danny's my husband."
With that I said good-bye and went to my car. I dreaded coming home. I walked through the front door, Danny and his best friend Joey sat on the couch.
" Hi Rachel." Joey greeted me.
" Hey Rach." Danny said. He looked over at me nodded and turned back to the TV.
" Hi." I solemnly answered, " Wha'cha watching?"
" Bay Watch." Danny answered giggling. He reached to grab his can of Budweiser; his hands were covered in grease.
" Danny." I stated, " You have grease all over you. You too, Joe. Can't you clean up before you sit on the couch?"
" Oh Rach, Don't worry we'll clean it up."
I retreated to our bedroom disgusted. As I lay in bed that night my mind was on Ross. Why I didn't know? Something about Ross Gellar had me fascinated. Could he be the one who would finally get me?
Should I even continue? Ross isn't crazy, just misunderstood. Does anyone even like this? Please RnR! Thanks!