April 7-
Why did it have to be Lila? I swear that girl doesn't want me to have anything. I still have to figure out how to approach this and still keep Kayla as my friend and the team on good terms. I wish we didn't have this standardized testing right now, at least with class I could focus on something else, I finish the test well before the finish time and have to sit and wait until everyone is finished. It gives me way too much time to think.
At least I pretty much cried it all out with Phoebe the other day.
I keep messing up at practice. I am letting this jerk get to me; coach isn't though, and I get the pleasure of earning myself an extra twelve laps after practice for messing up so many times. I needed it though, it was good to clear my head. You can't think of much else except the pounding of your feet while running. I am exhausted when I get home though, so I run myself a hot bath and dump in an excessive amount of Epsom salts and some lavender oil, pop in a classical music cd, and grab a favorite trashy novel from my nightstand. I am set for a good long soak.
I wake up to the sound of someone in the room and a hand clasps over my mouth before I can scream. Before I know it, I am bound, dressed only in my now torn underclothes. The crew of thirty pirates stares greedily, some whistle. "I will never tell you where he is," I tell the pirate captain before me.
"I don't need you to tell me, he will come," he retorts, slipping his rapier under one of my sleeves and slicing the right side of my dress clean open- thankfully I was only taking a nap and was still in my corset. The men whistle and holler.
"Do what you will then," I reply, keeping my chin up. I do my best to stare him down. It doesn't do much, he places the tip of his blade between my breasts, and uses it to pull down the front of my under dress a bit, before pressing a bit more forcefully. The skin pushes in, but not enough for blood to break skin.
"Best be walkin' love, or this sword will be finding its way right through you." I take a step back and turn to face the plank.
I take a few large steps out, I am standing in the middle of the board. Still over the water, but not at the edge yet. I close my eyes, "Goodbye, my love!" I go to take another step forward, and my body doubles over. I am righted, and now on the quarterdeck; I am in my loves' arms, his blond locks billowing in the wind under his headscarf. He leaves me, and fights all thirty pirates from the stairs, blocking their path to me.
Finally it is just my love and the captain. They both lunge and dodge, circling each other over and over. Finally my love overcomes him, and throws him overboard. He takes me in his arms; our hair is blowing in the wind, his shirt cut open. I am looking at his broad chest and he takes my chin in his hand, "I have never loved another thing as I love you," his green eyes set my heart on fire; we grab locks of each others hair in our hands and kiss- long, slow, smoldering.
My girlhood trembles.
