Notes: Okay, I got a request to continue this story. I'll do the best I can
with all the other stories that I'm working on. By the way, I meant that I
wrote the song after he moved, not the story. I didn't even know who the
Newsies were back then. I was 12, that was about 7 years after it came out.
The last chapter was partly factual. I never knew that he moved until it
was too late. I didn't even realize my feelings until he was gone. I never
even got to say goodbye to him. And he moved during the summer, not in the
school year.
All the stories about them being kids are true. I did have two guys fight over me, he was the first to talk me and I did have someone jealous of me. And me and him always played 'tag' during recess. I have a lot more stories too. He was always really nice to me. And I did go to McDonald's with him. We were in first grade, but I remember sitting in the backseat of the van and seeing the drive-through window through the car window. I remember pulling out the toys and switching them. I even remember his old house, even though I was only there once.
I wanted to write this story without giving away any characters. Obviously though, if I continue, I'll have to give him a name at least. So, I'll have his name in there, but you can substitute your fave newsie. My fave is Mush, so it'll be him. And I'll be using my original characters for the other parts. I have too many casting calls to take care of right now that I can't start another.
I don't own 'I'm a Believer'. That belongs to Neil Diamond, the original writer. Yeah, the Monkees rock!
I have good news though. I entered a Film Festival. It was yesterday. My group won second...out of two! I know, but the other two entered had difficulties and after spliting the money, I had only $6.25. I split the money up with the actors, including myself. The only bad part is, even my parents agreed that my group deserved to win first. It's not much of a profit when the prize money for second is $25 and there's 4 actors. First place was $50, which would have meant $12.50 for each actor if we had won.
Shout-Outs:
NadaZimri – I don't know exactly what it feels like to move much. I moved when I was four from Arkansas to Texas, then six to the town where I currently live, and just recently just farther down the road and in the same town. I do remember a lot of my friends moving though. In fact, my best friend for 6 years moved a few months ago. I know how it feels to miss people.
HopeWasHere – Ok, I'll continue it. I liked it too. I never thought I could write a story that well with a song that I wrote myself. It's gonna be kinda tough though.
I sighed as I placed a key into the lock of a light blue car. Every year around this time I thought of him, where he was, how he was doing. I just wish that I knew the answers.
School would be out in a few weeks, summer would begin and I'd sit alone in my room trying to think of a million things I could do. I had eventually gotten over him, but there were times when I couldn't help but remember him. You don't just forget your best friend of six years who moved away about five years ago.
At this time of year, it felt like the days couldn't move any faster. Instead they want to torment everyone, making the days hotter until it was almost unbearable. Being the type of person who preferred staying inside glued to my computer screen, I couldn't help but feel sorry for the people who wanted to be out in the sweltering sun getting tans or doing sports.
Some people found it strange that I hated the rain since I hated being outside so much. There were days when I could stand the temperatures, but rain only made me depressed and feeling more alone than before. Also, you could never forget the chance of a power outage, which meant no precious computer for a few hours.
It seemed that the machine helped me get through the days sometimes. I could write everything I wanted onto the writing program and not worry about someone trying to read it. My parents were sure to respect the privacy of what I wrote. I couldn't count the number of songs and stories stored into the computer. Most were songs of love, the love that I never thought I would find, especially after he left all those years ago.
I opened the door of the car and climbed inside. Instead of immediately leaving, I turned on my car radio and listened to the oldies music floating out of the speakers. I smiled and started to sing along as I heard 'I'm a Believer' come on. It was one of my favorites.
The roar of car engines sounded all around me, but I forgot them for a moment as I thought about the future, an opposite of the music I was listening to.
I used to dream of seeing him again in college, hearing his name called on the first day. I would look up when I heard his voice, my eyes traveling over to him. Then, when my name would be called and I answered, I'd see him tense and turn in his seat to see where I was. Then, after class, we'd get together and talk about the good times.
I also dreamed of meeting him again on stage. I'd find out that we got a part in the same movie. We'd play opposite each other, the love interests on film. I knew that they were only fantasies, but it was nice to think that I could possibly see him again.
Pulling out of my parking space, I quickly looked back and headed on my way home. When I reached my house, I entered and went straight up to my room. I didn't feel like talking to anyone right now.
I could just imagine the skyscrapers that seemed to brush the clouds. I had always been a lover of mysteries, and New York was one of them. I wanted to know everything about it. Too bad I would probably never see the city...not that I would have anyone to go with in the first place. One of my friends was little crazy, not insane, but just outgoing and loud. I would probably be dragged to every clothing store there if I ever went to New York with her, even though I detested shopping for the most fashionable designs. I would be perfectly happy with a hat of any kind for that matter.
My other best friend would just drag me around the whole city. She would want to see everything. She was the hyper one out of all of us, but I was used to her by now. I considered her to be a miracle, because I met her when I really needed a friend. Even cooler was the fact that we shared the same birthday and that's what had given me the courage to talk to her. We were instant friends after that. It was only coincidence that I was standing a few feet away when she told her friend what her birthday was.
I sighed again as I thought about school. While I couldn't wait for it to end, I didn't want it to stop either. I barely ever saw my friends over the summer, they were always off visiting relatives or vacationing. That just meant another year bored out of my mind and hoping that I can at least get out of chores for the day, which wasn't likely. One good thing was that my senior year was approaching, and my parents had agreed to take me on a trip to New York City the summer after. Maybe then, I would finally have a chance to find my friend again, even though it seemed impossible.
All the stories about them being kids are true. I did have two guys fight over me, he was the first to talk me and I did have someone jealous of me. And me and him always played 'tag' during recess. I have a lot more stories too. He was always really nice to me. And I did go to McDonald's with him. We were in first grade, but I remember sitting in the backseat of the van and seeing the drive-through window through the car window. I remember pulling out the toys and switching them. I even remember his old house, even though I was only there once.
I wanted to write this story without giving away any characters. Obviously though, if I continue, I'll have to give him a name at least. So, I'll have his name in there, but you can substitute your fave newsie. My fave is Mush, so it'll be him. And I'll be using my original characters for the other parts. I have too many casting calls to take care of right now that I can't start another.
I don't own 'I'm a Believer'. That belongs to Neil Diamond, the original writer. Yeah, the Monkees rock!
I have good news though. I entered a Film Festival. It was yesterday. My group won second...out of two! I know, but the other two entered had difficulties and after spliting the money, I had only $6.25. I split the money up with the actors, including myself. The only bad part is, even my parents agreed that my group deserved to win first. It's not much of a profit when the prize money for second is $25 and there's 4 actors. First place was $50, which would have meant $12.50 for each actor if we had won.
Shout-Outs:
NadaZimri – I don't know exactly what it feels like to move much. I moved when I was four from Arkansas to Texas, then six to the town where I currently live, and just recently just farther down the road and in the same town. I do remember a lot of my friends moving though. In fact, my best friend for 6 years moved a few months ago. I know how it feels to miss people.
HopeWasHere – Ok, I'll continue it. I liked it too. I never thought I could write a story that well with a song that I wrote myself. It's gonna be kinda tough though.
I sighed as I placed a key into the lock of a light blue car. Every year around this time I thought of him, where he was, how he was doing. I just wish that I knew the answers.
School would be out in a few weeks, summer would begin and I'd sit alone in my room trying to think of a million things I could do. I had eventually gotten over him, but there were times when I couldn't help but remember him. You don't just forget your best friend of six years who moved away about five years ago.
At this time of year, it felt like the days couldn't move any faster. Instead they want to torment everyone, making the days hotter until it was almost unbearable. Being the type of person who preferred staying inside glued to my computer screen, I couldn't help but feel sorry for the people who wanted to be out in the sweltering sun getting tans or doing sports.
Some people found it strange that I hated the rain since I hated being outside so much. There were days when I could stand the temperatures, but rain only made me depressed and feeling more alone than before. Also, you could never forget the chance of a power outage, which meant no precious computer for a few hours.
It seemed that the machine helped me get through the days sometimes. I could write everything I wanted onto the writing program and not worry about someone trying to read it. My parents were sure to respect the privacy of what I wrote. I couldn't count the number of songs and stories stored into the computer. Most were songs of love, the love that I never thought I would find, especially after he left all those years ago.
I opened the door of the car and climbed inside. Instead of immediately leaving, I turned on my car radio and listened to the oldies music floating out of the speakers. I smiled and started to sing along as I heard 'I'm a Believer' come on. It was one of my favorites.
The roar of car engines sounded all around me, but I forgot them for a moment as I thought about the future, an opposite of the music I was listening to.
I used to dream of seeing him again in college, hearing his name called on the first day. I would look up when I heard his voice, my eyes traveling over to him. Then, when my name would be called and I answered, I'd see him tense and turn in his seat to see where I was. Then, after class, we'd get together and talk about the good times.
I also dreamed of meeting him again on stage. I'd find out that we got a part in the same movie. We'd play opposite each other, the love interests on film. I knew that they were only fantasies, but it was nice to think that I could possibly see him again.
Pulling out of my parking space, I quickly looked back and headed on my way home. When I reached my house, I entered and went straight up to my room. I didn't feel like talking to anyone right now.
I could just imagine the skyscrapers that seemed to brush the clouds. I had always been a lover of mysteries, and New York was one of them. I wanted to know everything about it. Too bad I would probably never see the city...not that I would have anyone to go with in the first place. One of my friends was little crazy, not insane, but just outgoing and loud. I would probably be dragged to every clothing store there if I ever went to New York with her, even though I detested shopping for the most fashionable designs. I would be perfectly happy with a hat of any kind for that matter.
My other best friend would just drag me around the whole city. She would want to see everything. She was the hyper one out of all of us, but I was used to her by now. I considered her to be a miracle, because I met her when I really needed a friend. Even cooler was the fact that we shared the same birthday and that's what had given me the courage to talk to her. We were instant friends after that. It was only coincidence that I was standing a few feet away when she told her friend what her birthday was.
I sighed again as I thought about school. While I couldn't wait for it to end, I didn't want it to stop either. I barely ever saw my friends over the summer, they were always off visiting relatives or vacationing. That just meant another year bored out of my mind and hoping that I can at least get out of chores for the day, which wasn't likely. One good thing was that my senior year was approaching, and my parents had agreed to take me on a trip to New York City the summer after. Maybe then, I would finally have a chance to find my friend again, even though it seemed impossible.