Love at first sight
"I don't know. How long are you talking?"
"Well, Morgan is on summer vacation, right?"
"Well, yes."
"How much longer does it last?"
"About three weeks."
"Would you say two and a half weeks would do it?"
"Sure."
I giggled and clapped my hands. The water slowed the process, and I felt
kind of silly. Great-grandma Carolyn laughed. I hugged her, and then hugged Mommy, thanking them profusely. Mommy stayed for a while longer, talking with us, then said that Daddy and Jesse had been waiting long enough.
"Send me a dream tonight, sweetie."
"What?"
"Grandma should explain it. I love you."
"I love you too Mommy."
When she left, I almost cried. It was the first time we had been separated
for more than a night, ever. I'd never gone to summer camp, as Jesse had, because I couldn't bear to be away from Mommy.
"Great-grandma Carolyn?"
"Please child, either call me Carolyn, or just Grandma. I feel so old when
you call me that. After all, I don't call you Great-granddaughter Morgan, do I?"
I giggled. "Okay Grandma. Do you think we can visit Eutop today?"
"By all means. But, I just thought you might want to visit some kids your
age first."
"There are kids my age here?"
"What, you just thought it was old people like me?"
I nodded. Then I laughed. "I don't think you're old. I just.... are there
really teens here?"
"There are people of all ages here." She gave me a conspiratorial wink
"Especially cute boys."
I giggled. Grandma was gonna be a lot of fun.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Oh my God, I just realized what a ditz I'm being. Here I go, letting you in
on the deepest secrets of my past, but you don't know a thing about me.
Well, for starters, I'm 12 years old. As you already know, so is my twin
sister, Jesse. Her full name is Jessica Renee Prinze. Mine is Morgan Ellen Prinze.
We both have long, shiny blond hair. Mine is longer than Jesse's, though. She doesn't like to bother with it. I've never cut my hair in my life. It's as long as Mommy's. Once, we measured her hair, and measured mine, and there was a five
inch difference. So, she simply cut off the extra five inches from her own hair. Now, there's no difference. I was so shocked she'd cut it off at all. I thought it was her most prized possession. When I'd told her so, she'd simply laughed. "My most prized possession is my family. If I had to shave my head, I would."
Jesse and I both have greenish eyes. The only major difference between us, is that Jesse's eyes don't change colors. They're always the color of Daddy's.
Mine sometimes change to the color of Mommy's. They say I have beautiful eyes,
and most of the boys at school tell me the same thing.
I weigh about 95 pounds, and I'm 5'7" tall, but I'm still growing. So is the
rest of my body. Some really embarrassing things have been happening to me lately. I've been growing breasts, (I had to get my first bra recently) and hair in places I don't want it. Mommy says I'm growing up. Jesse's jealous, because she's not maturing as quickly. I told her to be thankful. I didn't want to go through any of this. I still wish I wasn't. I was feeling things I had never felt before, and Mommy says it's because my body is maturing, and my mind is trying to catch up. Like, for instance, I'm now interested in boys, in a way I never was before.
Let's see.... what else can I tell you? Oh. I play the guitar, the piano, and
Jesse and I are in a Choir. The same Choir as Mommy and Daddy. People say we're the new Partridge family, and we all shake our heads and laugh. I'm not even sure who the Partridge family is.
My friends and I are starting a band. Brittany is singing back-up, I sing
lead, and play the guitar, Felicia plays the keyboard, and Daniel plays back-up guitar. He's actually the best, so far. He and I have a sort of relationship, but it's not very serious. The most we've ever done is held hands, and once he kissed me on the cheek. All my friends are pressuring me to kiss him on the lips, but I'm too nervous to even try. What if he doesn't want to? What if he didn't like it, and he told everyone I was a bad kisser?
Mommy says that it's all up to me on how fast I think my relationship
should progress, but she also told me Daddy was her first boyfriend ever, and they
didn't start dating till they were 16. She said she'll never restrict me from dating, like some of my friends' parent's had. I could date whenever I felt ready, as long as I promised to introduce the boy to Mommy and Daddy.
We have a dog named Crimson. He's a black and white Husky, I think.
Mommy and Daddy aren't really sure what he is, either. Mommy got him from Daddy on her 16th Birthday. He's 12 years old, just like me. He's gotten kind of slow, and he doesn't play much. He seems to think he's a lap dog, though. He loves to curl up with me by the fireplace. Mommy say we don't need the fireplace, but she loves it anyway. We don't use any heat in the rest of the house, and sometimes we have to turn the air on when we light it, but it's nice. None of my other friends have a fireplace. They love to come over, and roast marshmallows with Jesse and I.
Oh, there's something I forgot to mention to you. Sometimes, my dreams
come true. Like, when I fell and twisted my ankle. I couldn't walk for three days, and I remembered writing in my dream-book that I had a dream I fell from something, and hurt myself. Sometimes, the dreams aren't so vague. Once, we had a cat named Puffers. In a dream, I saw a truck with a huge logo on the side, though I couldn't make it out completely, and I saw Puffers run out in front of it. I even saw the driver clearly. She was a pretty woman with long curly red hair, and freckles all over her nose. Her eyes got huge when she saw Puffers, and she slammed on the brakes, but it was too late. I woke up screaming. Mommy and Daddy had to bring Puffers in to me to prove it was only a dream.
A week later, our doorbell rang, and when I opened the door, I saw the
woman from my dream. She was crying, and holding something wrapped in a sheet. As I took the bundle from her, and she apologized profusely, I started screaming again. Mommy and Daddy came running. Ever since then, they've taken my dreams more seriously. The only problem is, I never know which ones are going to come true.
I just know there's something else I'm forgetting. Oh well, must not be
very important. Okay, time to proceed with the story.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
We left the house, and Grandma took my on a tour of her village. She
showed me the caves, and told me that the lead everywhere. Parts of my dream came floating back to me. I wondered if this was to be another one of those dreams. Well, probably not, because Jesse and Mommy were with me in it, and I don't remember Grandma being in it.
We stopped at a store to talk to one of Grandma's old friends, and while
she was talking, she told me to look around. I was looking at something I saw on a
shelf, when felt a bump from behind. I turned to look at what had bumped into me, and found myself face-to-face with a boy so handsome I about forgot to breathe. It was like, love at first sight.
"I don't know. How long are you talking?"
"Well, Morgan is on summer vacation, right?"
"Well, yes."
"How much longer does it last?"
"About three weeks."
"Would you say two and a half weeks would do it?"
"Sure."
I giggled and clapped my hands. The water slowed the process, and I felt
kind of silly. Great-grandma Carolyn laughed. I hugged her, and then hugged Mommy, thanking them profusely. Mommy stayed for a while longer, talking with us, then said that Daddy and Jesse had been waiting long enough.
"Send me a dream tonight, sweetie."
"What?"
"Grandma should explain it. I love you."
"I love you too Mommy."
When she left, I almost cried. It was the first time we had been separated
for more than a night, ever. I'd never gone to summer camp, as Jesse had, because I couldn't bear to be away from Mommy.
"Great-grandma Carolyn?"
"Please child, either call me Carolyn, or just Grandma. I feel so old when
you call me that. After all, I don't call you Great-granddaughter Morgan, do I?"
I giggled. "Okay Grandma. Do you think we can visit Eutop today?"
"By all means. But, I just thought you might want to visit some kids your
age first."
"There are kids my age here?"
"What, you just thought it was old people like me?"
I nodded. Then I laughed. "I don't think you're old. I just.... are there
really teens here?"
"There are people of all ages here." She gave me a conspiratorial wink
"Especially cute boys."
I giggled. Grandma was gonna be a lot of fun.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Oh my God, I just realized what a ditz I'm being. Here I go, letting you in
on the deepest secrets of my past, but you don't know a thing about me.
Well, for starters, I'm 12 years old. As you already know, so is my twin
sister, Jesse. Her full name is Jessica Renee Prinze. Mine is Morgan Ellen Prinze.
We both have long, shiny blond hair. Mine is longer than Jesse's, though. She doesn't like to bother with it. I've never cut my hair in my life. It's as long as Mommy's. Once, we measured her hair, and measured mine, and there was a five
inch difference. So, she simply cut off the extra five inches from her own hair. Now, there's no difference. I was so shocked she'd cut it off at all. I thought it was her most prized possession. When I'd told her so, she'd simply laughed. "My most prized possession is my family. If I had to shave my head, I would."
Jesse and I both have greenish eyes. The only major difference between us, is that Jesse's eyes don't change colors. They're always the color of Daddy's.
Mine sometimes change to the color of Mommy's. They say I have beautiful eyes,
and most of the boys at school tell me the same thing.
I weigh about 95 pounds, and I'm 5'7" tall, but I'm still growing. So is the
rest of my body. Some really embarrassing things have been happening to me lately. I've been growing breasts, (I had to get my first bra recently) and hair in places I don't want it. Mommy says I'm growing up. Jesse's jealous, because she's not maturing as quickly. I told her to be thankful. I didn't want to go through any of this. I still wish I wasn't. I was feeling things I had never felt before, and Mommy says it's because my body is maturing, and my mind is trying to catch up. Like, for instance, I'm now interested in boys, in a way I never was before.
Let's see.... what else can I tell you? Oh. I play the guitar, the piano, and
Jesse and I are in a Choir. The same Choir as Mommy and Daddy. People say we're the new Partridge family, and we all shake our heads and laugh. I'm not even sure who the Partridge family is.
My friends and I are starting a band. Brittany is singing back-up, I sing
lead, and play the guitar, Felicia plays the keyboard, and Daniel plays back-up guitar. He's actually the best, so far. He and I have a sort of relationship, but it's not very serious. The most we've ever done is held hands, and once he kissed me on the cheek. All my friends are pressuring me to kiss him on the lips, but I'm too nervous to even try. What if he doesn't want to? What if he didn't like it, and he told everyone I was a bad kisser?
Mommy says that it's all up to me on how fast I think my relationship
should progress, but she also told me Daddy was her first boyfriend ever, and they
didn't start dating till they were 16. She said she'll never restrict me from dating, like some of my friends' parent's had. I could date whenever I felt ready, as long as I promised to introduce the boy to Mommy and Daddy.
We have a dog named Crimson. He's a black and white Husky, I think.
Mommy and Daddy aren't really sure what he is, either. Mommy got him from Daddy on her 16th Birthday. He's 12 years old, just like me. He's gotten kind of slow, and he doesn't play much. He seems to think he's a lap dog, though. He loves to curl up with me by the fireplace. Mommy say we don't need the fireplace, but she loves it anyway. We don't use any heat in the rest of the house, and sometimes we have to turn the air on when we light it, but it's nice. None of my other friends have a fireplace. They love to come over, and roast marshmallows with Jesse and I.
Oh, there's something I forgot to mention to you. Sometimes, my dreams
come true. Like, when I fell and twisted my ankle. I couldn't walk for three days, and I remembered writing in my dream-book that I had a dream I fell from something, and hurt myself. Sometimes, the dreams aren't so vague. Once, we had a cat named Puffers. In a dream, I saw a truck with a huge logo on the side, though I couldn't make it out completely, and I saw Puffers run out in front of it. I even saw the driver clearly. She was a pretty woman with long curly red hair, and freckles all over her nose. Her eyes got huge when she saw Puffers, and she slammed on the brakes, but it was too late. I woke up screaming. Mommy and Daddy had to bring Puffers in to me to prove it was only a dream.
A week later, our doorbell rang, and when I opened the door, I saw the
woman from my dream. She was crying, and holding something wrapped in a sheet. As I took the bundle from her, and she apologized profusely, I started screaming again. Mommy and Daddy came running. Ever since then, they've taken my dreams more seriously. The only problem is, I never know which ones are going to come true.
I just know there's something else I'm forgetting. Oh well, must not be
very important. Okay, time to proceed with the story.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
We left the house, and Grandma took my on a tour of her village. She
showed me the caves, and told me that the lead everywhere. Parts of my dream came floating back to me. I wondered if this was to be another one of those dreams. Well, probably not, because Jesse and Mommy were with me in it, and I don't remember Grandma being in it.
We stopped at a store to talk to one of Grandma's old friends, and while
she was talking, she told me to look around. I was looking at something I saw on a
shelf, when felt a bump from behind. I turned to look at what had bumped into me, and found myself face-to-face with a boy so handsome I about forgot to breathe. It was like, love at first sight.