A close look at Caitie Roth ^_^ In her POV.
Drama Queen
By Mei
Another day finished at Kingsport High. Sometimes I wonder why I bother to wake up in the morning. I sighed and took out a midnight blue journal, intent on wrapping up what I had started.
Random Thoughts
By Caitie Roth
Drama queen.
Some people in the world look back to the past and remember the uplifting things about their life. I, on the other hand, usually dwell on the melancholy. "You can be such a drama queen," were Val's exact words. If it had been any other individual, I would've laughed it off or lashed out a retort automatically. But Val Lanier isn't just another ditzy cheerleader. She's my closest friend. In fact, Val has been my best friend for as long as I can remember.
I was distraught to say the least. For a time I was angry, thinking that Val had trashed my individuality and all that I stood for. But after days of separation, I've learned that one's opinions shouldn't destroy a long-lasting friendship. I mean, while I despise the preppies and still feel uncomfortable with most of the goody goody squad, I guess it's okay that we have different interests.
No, I KNOW it's okay we're different.
Outcast.
The main reason I happen to dislike the popular crowd. Most seem to think I have no feelings, no life, and no real reason for sharing their precious air. Because my favorite color is black and I happen to dress differently, I'm shunned. No, wait, they're shunned. Yeah, that's it. Although they're not all idiotic, the majority can't handle the fact that not everyone is "perfect". I mean, get over it already.
Charmin--oh, wait, that was Val. Skip that.
-----
I stopped, waiting for the third adjective to come to me.
Before I knew what had happened, my sharpened pencil was snatched out of my hand and along with it, my blue book. I looked at the predator in surprise. "Jamie, what're you doing here?"
"Stayed in detention. I thought I told you earlier," he murmured off-handedly.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" My interrogation did not reach his ears, however. Completely ignoring me, he finished skimming and scribbled in the book.
Aghast, I stood there speechlessly. The next second I yanked it back, slightly angry but intent on reading what he wrote.
----
Caitie.
----
"Caitie?" I exclaimed in disbelief. "Is that the best you can do?"
"Yup. You're not anything else to me."
Our eyes met, a serene understanding between us. A shiver ran down my spine when I realized the seriousness of the moment. Sometimes I wonder what I would be doing right now if I didn't know Jamie Waite. Probably lie around in misery or hang onto Val. Sure, he can be a downright creep or trickster, but I guess it's the inside that counts. He means so much to me, so much that I might one day go as far as to say that I love him.
Hm. Maybe I'll leave him to say it first. Maybe now...
Jamie smiles, a twinkle in his eye. Maybe he realizes the sacredness of this moment as well as I do. Maybe we were meant for whatever Tyler and Val have. He finally speaks. "Want to grab a soda?"
Sigh. Typical boy move. They will just never learn.
"K."
You can't live with them, yet you can't live without them.
------------------
I'm not sure what I was thinking. ^_^ Just tell me if you like, k? ^^
C-ya! Hugs! And hope y'all get lotsa presents tomorrow! :D
Mei
Drama Queen
By Mei
Another day finished at Kingsport High. Sometimes I wonder why I bother to wake up in the morning. I sighed and took out a midnight blue journal, intent on wrapping up what I had started.
Random Thoughts
By Caitie Roth
Drama queen.
Some people in the world look back to the past and remember the uplifting things about their life. I, on the other hand, usually dwell on the melancholy. "You can be such a drama queen," were Val's exact words. If it had been any other individual, I would've laughed it off or lashed out a retort automatically. But Val Lanier isn't just another ditzy cheerleader. She's my closest friend. In fact, Val has been my best friend for as long as I can remember.
I was distraught to say the least. For a time I was angry, thinking that Val had trashed my individuality and all that I stood for. But after days of separation, I've learned that one's opinions shouldn't destroy a long-lasting friendship. I mean, while I despise the preppies and still feel uncomfortable with most of the goody goody squad, I guess it's okay that we have different interests.
No, I KNOW it's okay we're different.
Outcast.
The main reason I happen to dislike the popular crowd. Most seem to think I have no feelings, no life, and no real reason for sharing their precious air. Because my favorite color is black and I happen to dress differently, I'm shunned. No, wait, they're shunned. Yeah, that's it. Although they're not all idiotic, the majority can't handle the fact that not everyone is "perfect". I mean, get over it already.
Charmin--oh, wait, that was Val. Skip that.
-----
I stopped, waiting for the third adjective to come to me.
Before I knew what had happened, my sharpened pencil was snatched out of my hand and along with it, my blue book. I looked at the predator in surprise. "Jamie, what're you doing here?"
"Stayed in detention. I thought I told you earlier," he murmured off-handedly.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" My interrogation did not reach his ears, however. Completely ignoring me, he finished skimming and scribbled in the book.
Aghast, I stood there speechlessly. The next second I yanked it back, slightly angry but intent on reading what he wrote.
----
Caitie.
----
"Caitie?" I exclaimed in disbelief. "Is that the best you can do?"
"Yup. You're not anything else to me."
Our eyes met, a serene understanding between us. A shiver ran down my spine when I realized the seriousness of the moment. Sometimes I wonder what I would be doing right now if I didn't know Jamie Waite. Probably lie around in misery or hang onto Val. Sure, he can be a downright creep or trickster, but I guess it's the inside that counts. He means so much to me, so much that I might one day go as far as to say that I love him.
Hm. Maybe I'll leave him to say it first. Maybe now...
Jamie smiles, a twinkle in his eye. Maybe he realizes the sacredness of this moment as well as I do. Maybe we were meant for whatever Tyler and Val have. He finally speaks. "Want to grab a soda?"
Sigh. Typical boy move. They will just never learn.
"K."
You can't live with them, yet you can't live without them.
------------------
I'm not sure what I was thinking. ^_^ Just tell me if you like, k? ^^
C-ya! Hugs! And hope y'all get lotsa presents tomorrow! :D
Mei