AN
You don't want to hear the story of how this story came to be, you just want to read it, but first, there are some people I need to thank. Sun Daughter, canjam, and LuvableLittleMonster for your excellent critique and help, mandihale who may or may not be reading this for having me on her author alerts, Strictly-Ballroom, clarabella75, liljenrocks, and ninadoll for being some of the best authors I've read on this site, and for, even though you may not know it, inspiring me to keep writing, and finally, James A. Michener for providing the quote from which we get today's chapter title;
"I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions."
I own no one except my OC Myra.
Enjoy.
Kim's POV
I loved my best friend, but sometimes she could be so annoying. I didn't even get the variety that most girls with boy crazy friends do. No, Myra had to stick with the same boy forever.
"You know he walked by me at lunch and I swear that he grew a couple of feet."
"Eww, mutations like that are disgusting. Is he having them removed?" I liked to poke fun at her, especially when the joke was encrypted in strange implied messages that could take her up to an hour to figure out.
"You know, that doesn't even make sense. Tall isn't a mutation."
If there was a time before Jared I couldn't remember it. My earliest memory (as sad as this is) is racing to the coveted spot on the swing set with Myra. Having only two swings was bad decision making on the part of whoever designed that park. My legs ached and Myra's breathing made me think she had an elephant on her chest, but at least we had made it, and now we had 15 minutes of…whatever it was that we loved to do on the swings. Considering I was never a very fast person, I was beaming at the thought that I had beaten everyone else to the swings. Then, who should show up and ruin it but Jared. My heart sank as I heard the words come out of Myra's mouth; 'Hey Jared, you want my seat?' Dramatization? I don't think so. That was one of the most horrific experiences of my childhood life. I'm still holding it against him to this day.
"Oh, you meant the plural of foot. That would be so gross. My Jared would never have more than two feet."
"He's not yourJared. Actually, I believe that he's currently seeing Aletta."
Not that he would've known that I had anything against him. Neither Myra nor I ever talked to him, which made me question her infatuation with him further. The only time when I came close to talking to him was in Math, where I tried to ignore him for two reasons;
1. I resented him for the multiple occasions in the past when he ruined my childhood (including but not limited to the swing incident) and
2. If he said anything to me I'd have to memorize it and repeat it back to Myra word for word later.
"Altessa is…never mind. You should have been there though. It can't be normal for someone to grow that much in two weeks."
I needed to get off this topic. "If you don't stop talking about him, I'm going to sneak into your room in the middle of the night and cut off all of your hair."
"Whatever."
I knew that it wouldn't be as much of a 'whatever' if I actually did it, not that I ever would. But for the sake of winning the argument I'd have to step up my game, and hit her where it hurts.
"Fine, if you don't stop talking about him, I'm going to sneak into his room in the middle of the night and cut off all of his hair."
"Ah! No! That would be awful." I wish I'd had a picture of her face. "Although, it looks like someone did something almost just like that. And, oh my God; I would love to sneak into his room in the middle of the night."
"Ugh."
So, yes, it's short. But as you may have already noticed, I posted two at the same time, and will continue to update the chapters like this.
And please review, cause the ratio of the effort it takes you to review to my happiness is like 1:1000.