~ Sorry that took SO long, but my puter wanted to screw up that day, and I
really didn't feel like fixing it (yes this blond does know how to fix
computers-lol) but anywho, I give you two chapters in one night, you
review. Read-review. What a concept. ~
As I entered the mess hall, I glanced around for a spot to sit, not
wanting to get anything to eat. I don't like dinner. Except the bread which
I get off of the other kids' plates, but hey, that's life.
When I saw X-ray, I immediately headed toward him. He was the only
guy that I could talk about.you know, leadership. And besides, he didn't
look that enthusiastic sitting by a bunch of losers. I felt so sorry for
them (the losers). They can't help it.
I took my spot at the opposite end of the table from X-ray. Stanley
was picking at his food, not really eating much as he glanced around
nervously. X-ray noticed this.
"So Stanley, how about giving up your bread-," he said reaching for
Stanley's toast.
"To someone who doesn't want a plate," I finished for him. I was
hungry and X-ray knows I get the bread. And the fact that I felt sorry for
Stanley.
X-ray sneered at me and then added, "Well you heard her. Dragon wants
some bread," he said trying to regain his social status.
Stanley glanced at me before he hurriedly gave me the bread. I took
it from him and smiled warmly at him. Maybe that'll make him feel better.
He smiled timidly back at me.
"So what did you do?" Magnet asked, trying to get a conversation
going.
"Huh?" Stanley said, confused, "What do you mean, what did I do?"
"You know," Squid chimed in, "How did you get here?"
Stanley looked down at his plate when he understood the question, "I
stole Clyde Livingston's shoes."
Everyone gasped.
"No! Sweet Feet?" X-ray exclaimed.
I sat back in my chair, balancing it comfortably on two legs as I
chewed on a toothpick and watched the ordeal take place, not really caring.
I already knew Stanley's story.
"Did they have red X's on them?" Zero asked. Zero? Talking to the new
guy? Wow, this was new.
Stanley looked at him surprised. Zero hasn't spoken to him before.
Everyone else got quiet. "Yeah. Yeah, they did," Stanley stuttered.
Zero nodded and sat back in his chair without another word. I watched
him for a second. This wasn't part of my plan. I never thought Zero was
going to try to make friends with Stanley. Why would he care? I knew why
Zero didn't talk to anybody. To tell you the truth, he was sortta my hero.
Doesn't talk to anybody because he just didn't want to answer stupid
questions. Simple. Ha.
"Whoa," Zig Zag muttered, "You got Zero to talk."
Stanley nodded at him and looked into everyone's eyes before
retreating back to his plate. X-ray watched him for a second and looked
back up to me. I shrugged. I didn't really know what point I was trying to
get across to him, but it seemed good enough because he went back to
eating.
I watched everyone else eat. It was nature's wonder that they could
handle that crap. I even want to barf at the smell of it. I didn't eat my
bread. I wasn't hungry. This family setting made me want to puke too. So I
gave the bread back to Stanley before exiting the mess hall for the night.
***
I shivered as the cool night air of the desert whipped around me.
Night hasn't settled that quickly before. For a half a second, I thought
about it raining. That was a joke. It never rains here. Not after the
curse.
Yeah, I knew all about the curse. How my great aunt, Kate Barlow
seemed to put a curse on the place. It had to be a curse. There was no
other way to describe how it hadn't rained for almost 100 years. The onion
picker, Sam, Aunt Kate's lover, was buried somewhere here in the ancient
mounds of dirt and rock. I knew that boat had to be somewhere around here
too. That's suppose to be what he's buried in. He died on that boat.
I wish I could've died for my lover. You would think, Oh how
romantic. But in truth, you do it for love. Not that mushy candle light
stuff. That's not love. That's just one way a guy tries to get you in bed
with him. I can tell you what love is. Love is when someone cares for you
so much, they visit you everyday. They talk to you because they are your
only friend. They kiss you when your lips are wet with tears. They listen
to your endless problems and actually understand where you're coming from.
They are so bond to you, that's your only thought, is them. You can't even
breath when you think about them. You can't even speak when you talk about
them.
I wish I could've died for my lover so that he didn't have to die for
me. Tears trickled down my face as I thought about him. His name was
Audrey, Sam's nephew. I didn't care that he was black or that I was white.
I loved him. Until that fateful night.
I was with Audrey when it happened. We sat on the balcony of the
really expensive restaurant, Old Vincent. It was a cloudless, starry night.
I had had the roughest day in a long time. Mom just got laid off from her
job that she had just gotten, which they immediately made us move out of
our small apartment because of income reasons. Mom just blew up about the
whole ordeal so Audrey offered to take me out of the house for a while. We
climbed the back wall to get up to the balcony without getting caught, and
there we were. He held me in his arms kissing the top of my head, while
rocking me back and forth. I wish that I could stay in that moment forever.
But that wasn't possible. All good moments have to be crushed by something
evil.
I was looking out into the parking lot when I saw her. The Warden. My
eyes got wide with fright. She had been looking for Audrey ever since he
came to my old town in Texas. She took out her pistol when she saw Audrey.
I cried silently when I thought about that memory. Audrey was dead. I
never got to say good-bye. I never got to say to say 'I love you Audrey'.
And I never will. Because of the Warden.
~ Now it all becomes clear. Laaaa. Okay *wipe away tear* that was also my
first time to write something romantic. I'm not really good at it but it
will suffice. Tell me how I did by, you guessed it, REVIEWING! Don-don-don-
DA. And the Review's save the day! Okay I'll stop scaring you. ( ~
really didn't feel like fixing it (yes this blond does know how to fix
computers-lol) but anywho, I give you two chapters in one night, you
review. Read-review. What a concept. ~
As I entered the mess hall, I glanced around for a spot to sit, not
wanting to get anything to eat. I don't like dinner. Except the bread which
I get off of the other kids' plates, but hey, that's life.
When I saw X-ray, I immediately headed toward him. He was the only
guy that I could talk about.you know, leadership. And besides, he didn't
look that enthusiastic sitting by a bunch of losers. I felt so sorry for
them (the losers). They can't help it.
I took my spot at the opposite end of the table from X-ray. Stanley
was picking at his food, not really eating much as he glanced around
nervously. X-ray noticed this.
"So Stanley, how about giving up your bread-," he said reaching for
Stanley's toast.
"To someone who doesn't want a plate," I finished for him. I was
hungry and X-ray knows I get the bread. And the fact that I felt sorry for
Stanley.
X-ray sneered at me and then added, "Well you heard her. Dragon wants
some bread," he said trying to regain his social status.
Stanley glanced at me before he hurriedly gave me the bread. I took
it from him and smiled warmly at him. Maybe that'll make him feel better.
He smiled timidly back at me.
"So what did you do?" Magnet asked, trying to get a conversation
going.
"Huh?" Stanley said, confused, "What do you mean, what did I do?"
"You know," Squid chimed in, "How did you get here?"
Stanley looked down at his plate when he understood the question, "I
stole Clyde Livingston's shoes."
Everyone gasped.
"No! Sweet Feet?" X-ray exclaimed.
I sat back in my chair, balancing it comfortably on two legs as I
chewed on a toothpick and watched the ordeal take place, not really caring.
I already knew Stanley's story.
"Did they have red X's on them?" Zero asked. Zero? Talking to the new
guy? Wow, this was new.
Stanley looked at him surprised. Zero hasn't spoken to him before.
Everyone else got quiet. "Yeah. Yeah, they did," Stanley stuttered.
Zero nodded and sat back in his chair without another word. I watched
him for a second. This wasn't part of my plan. I never thought Zero was
going to try to make friends with Stanley. Why would he care? I knew why
Zero didn't talk to anybody. To tell you the truth, he was sortta my hero.
Doesn't talk to anybody because he just didn't want to answer stupid
questions. Simple. Ha.
"Whoa," Zig Zag muttered, "You got Zero to talk."
Stanley nodded at him and looked into everyone's eyes before
retreating back to his plate. X-ray watched him for a second and looked
back up to me. I shrugged. I didn't really know what point I was trying to
get across to him, but it seemed good enough because he went back to
eating.
I watched everyone else eat. It was nature's wonder that they could
handle that crap. I even want to barf at the smell of it. I didn't eat my
bread. I wasn't hungry. This family setting made me want to puke too. So I
gave the bread back to Stanley before exiting the mess hall for the night.
***
I shivered as the cool night air of the desert whipped around me.
Night hasn't settled that quickly before. For a half a second, I thought
about it raining. That was a joke. It never rains here. Not after the
curse.
Yeah, I knew all about the curse. How my great aunt, Kate Barlow
seemed to put a curse on the place. It had to be a curse. There was no
other way to describe how it hadn't rained for almost 100 years. The onion
picker, Sam, Aunt Kate's lover, was buried somewhere here in the ancient
mounds of dirt and rock. I knew that boat had to be somewhere around here
too. That's suppose to be what he's buried in. He died on that boat.
I wish I could've died for my lover. You would think, Oh how
romantic. But in truth, you do it for love. Not that mushy candle light
stuff. That's not love. That's just one way a guy tries to get you in bed
with him. I can tell you what love is. Love is when someone cares for you
so much, they visit you everyday. They talk to you because they are your
only friend. They kiss you when your lips are wet with tears. They listen
to your endless problems and actually understand where you're coming from.
They are so bond to you, that's your only thought, is them. You can't even
breath when you think about them. You can't even speak when you talk about
them.
I wish I could've died for my lover so that he didn't have to die for
me. Tears trickled down my face as I thought about him. His name was
Audrey, Sam's nephew. I didn't care that he was black or that I was white.
I loved him. Until that fateful night.
I was with Audrey when it happened. We sat on the balcony of the
really expensive restaurant, Old Vincent. It was a cloudless, starry night.
I had had the roughest day in a long time. Mom just got laid off from her
job that she had just gotten, which they immediately made us move out of
our small apartment because of income reasons. Mom just blew up about the
whole ordeal so Audrey offered to take me out of the house for a while. We
climbed the back wall to get up to the balcony without getting caught, and
there we were. He held me in his arms kissing the top of my head, while
rocking me back and forth. I wish that I could stay in that moment forever.
But that wasn't possible. All good moments have to be crushed by something
evil.
I was looking out into the parking lot when I saw her. The Warden. My
eyes got wide with fright. She had been looking for Audrey ever since he
came to my old town in Texas. She took out her pistol when she saw Audrey.
I cried silently when I thought about that memory. Audrey was dead. I
never got to say good-bye. I never got to say to say 'I love you Audrey'.
And I never will. Because of the Warden.
~ Now it all becomes clear. Laaaa. Okay *wipe away tear* that was also my
first time to write something romantic. I'm not really good at it but it
will suffice. Tell me how I did by, you guessed it, REVIEWING! Don-don-don-
DA. And the Review's save the day! Okay I'll stop scaring you. ( ~