Things were still trouble at home. So I was thankful to be getting
back to school the next day. I got off the bus and found my locker, just
like every morning. However, this time when I opened my locker, there were
flowers and a card. Lilies, my favorite. I opened the card and I read:
To my new best friend,
Thank you for teaching me something new and exciting. You are
truly a blessing.
Craig
I giggled and put the flowers into my locker and headed to my first period class. This was my Latin class. I was pretty good, I passed with a B. Too bad my teacher was a complete loon. He was a great teacher, but he was...well...insane to put it nicely.
"Good morning Animosa!" he said as I walked into the room. Animosa, spirited, is my Latin name.
"Salve, Magister!" I said back, as I took my seat in the back of the class.
"Salve!" he said to the innocent passers who had no idea what he was saying. It means hello.
In Latin we all had different names, so those people might have be my best friends, but we had no idea what our real names were. Then Ferox, ferocious, came in and sat her books in front of me.
"Hey Animosa. Did you do your homework for this class."
Of course I didn't do my homework. Why do homework when Mr. Adam's isn't going to take it up?
All through class I couldn't stop thinking about my flowers. Yes they were just a friendly suggestion, but I couldn't help but get a little gitty about it. That's just the puella, girl, inside of me. I kind of dosed in and out of the real world for the whole day. I was so excited when The last bell of the day rang and I was able to leave. I was even more excited when I walked out of the school and Craig was waiting in his car to pick me up.
"What are you doing here?" I asked when I ran up to the car.
"Just coming to take you to rehearsal, I'm ready to dance and I didn't want to wait for your slow ass to get there on the bus. So I see you got my flowers." He said rolling his window down.
"Yes, thank you so much they're beautiful. How did you know lilies are my favorite?"
"A little bird told me." He laughed
"So you asked my mom?"
"Yes," he said with a big smile.
We drove to the studio and stretched and ran through the dance. He seemed to really enjoy himself that day. Then when we finished the run through and practiced the stuff he had trouble with, we then tried it with music and it was like the whole thing we had been working on going down the drain. He was slow on just about every count and got lost often. I had expected this. This always happened. So we worked for what seemed like hours, probably was. After he got the first part down, we called it a day. Even though he offered to take me to eat, I declined.
As we pulled up to my house he sighed, "Here's your stop."
"Yeah, thank you for taking all this trouble. I know it's a long way from your house."
"No problem." He sat smiling for a while then as I left he drove off.
For some reason I was sad to see him go. He was such a great friend. I think now about what my life would have become without him, I'm glad I'll never know.
I walked into my house and set down my stuff.
"Hey Jennifer. What beautiful flowers. Who are they from?" asked Mom with a sly smile.
I just smiled and found something besides, the water bottle I had found, to put them in. As I arranged the flowers in a vase that my family had had for as long as I can remember, I couldn't help but smile to myself. It's like how pregnant women are, right when they find out they're pregnant. Mom watched me as I arranged the flowers and just walked off. She told me later it was then that she knew how I felt, because that is how she was when she met dad. That still boggles my mind. How did she know I loved Craig, before I knew. I use to think that when I fell in love, I would know it immediately, but instead I was the last to know. In my years I have come to learn that no matter how much you can plan something, it will never work out.
The next week went by smoothly and uneventful. That weekend I had planned to meet Craig for a long rehearsal, as usual. However when I got to the studio, Craig was there with a woman. He was talking to her and touching her arm. He had on a smile that I hadn't seen before, one that was...unexplainable. Not one someone would smile at a neighbor, or best friend. One that would be smiled at someone you truly cared for. It was then I realized that this was his fiancé. For som reason, I felt hurt. It was like what he was doing was betraying me. Then when I thought it couldn't get any worse, he leaned in and kissed her. I stepped in a bush so he couldn't see me. I didn't know why I felt this way. When she left I walked up to the studio as if I had seen nothing.
"Oh, you just missed Renee. She has been dieing to meet you." He said when he caught sigh to of me.
"Oh, I'm sorry. The bus took forever." I lied.
We practiced, and this time I was out of it. That woman always affected our practicing. However a miracle occurred, and he got the dance down. Dad was right, all he needed was some work and he would be wonderful. He drove me home and we had our farewells. I ran up to my room and wrote in my diary. I didn' stop until about 2 i the morning and then I finally put away the diary and went to sleep.
***I'm sorry! This is a terrible chapter, I know, but I've got a lot of stuff on my mind and this was all I could think of. I promise it will get better. I just find it so hard to write the middle of a story. I think I've even started to change how I'm telling the story, I'm telling it like I'm looking back on it. So let's play pretend and pretend I was doing that before. And sorry about the Latin thing, I have to study or real Mr. Adams will kill me! Again I apologize.***
To my new best friend,
Thank you for teaching me something new and exciting. You are
truly a blessing.
Craig
I giggled and put the flowers into my locker and headed to my first period class. This was my Latin class. I was pretty good, I passed with a B. Too bad my teacher was a complete loon. He was a great teacher, but he was...well...insane to put it nicely.
"Good morning Animosa!" he said as I walked into the room. Animosa, spirited, is my Latin name.
"Salve, Magister!" I said back, as I took my seat in the back of the class.
"Salve!" he said to the innocent passers who had no idea what he was saying. It means hello.
In Latin we all had different names, so those people might have be my best friends, but we had no idea what our real names were. Then Ferox, ferocious, came in and sat her books in front of me.
"Hey Animosa. Did you do your homework for this class."
Of course I didn't do my homework. Why do homework when Mr. Adam's isn't going to take it up?
All through class I couldn't stop thinking about my flowers. Yes they were just a friendly suggestion, but I couldn't help but get a little gitty about it. That's just the puella, girl, inside of me. I kind of dosed in and out of the real world for the whole day. I was so excited when The last bell of the day rang and I was able to leave. I was even more excited when I walked out of the school and Craig was waiting in his car to pick me up.
"What are you doing here?" I asked when I ran up to the car.
"Just coming to take you to rehearsal, I'm ready to dance and I didn't want to wait for your slow ass to get there on the bus. So I see you got my flowers." He said rolling his window down.
"Yes, thank you so much they're beautiful. How did you know lilies are my favorite?"
"A little bird told me." He laughed
"So you asked my mom?"
"Yes," he said with a big smile.
We drove to the studio and stretched and ran through the dance. He seemed to really enjoy himself that day. Then when we finished the run through and practiced the stuff he had trouble with, we then tried it with music and it was like the whole thing we had been working on going down the drain. He was slow on just about every count and got lost often. I had expected this. This always happened. So we worked for what seemed like hours, probably was. After he got the first part down, we called it a day. Even though he offered to take me to eat, I declined.
As we pulled up to my house he sighed, "Here's your stop."
"Yeah, thank you for taking all this trouble. I know it's a long way from your house."
"No problem." He sat smiling for a while then as I left he drove off.
For some reason I was sad to see him go. He was such a great friend. I think now about what my life would have become without him, I'm glad I'll never know.
I walked into my house and set down my stuff.
"Hey Jennifer. What beautiful flowers. Who are they from?" asked Mom with a sly smile.
I just smiled and found something besides, the water bottle I had found, to put them in. As I arranged the flowers in a vase that my family had had for as long as I can remember, I couldn't help but smile to myself. It's like how pregnant women are, right when they find out they're pregnant. Mom watched me as I arranged the flowers and just walked off. She told me later it was then that she knew how I felt, because that is how she was when she met dad. That still boggles my mind. How did she know I loved Craig, before I knew. I use to think that when I fell in love, I would know it immediately, but instead I was the last to know. In my years I have come to learn that no matter how much you can plan something, it will never work out.
The next week went by smoothly and uneventful. That weekend I had planned to meet Craig for a long rehearsal, as usual. However when I got to the studio, Craig was there with a woman. He was talking to her and touching her arm. He had on a smile that I hadn't seen before, one that was...unexplainable. Not one someone would smile at a neighbor, or best friend. One that would be smiled at someone you truly cared for. It was then I realized that this was his fiancé. For som reason, I felt hurt. It was like what he was doing was betraying me. Then when I thought it couldn't get any worse, he leaned in and kissed her. I stepped in a bush so he couldn't see me. I didn't know why I felt this way. When she left I walked up to the studio as if I had seen nothing.
"Oh, you just missed Renee. She has been dieing to meet you." He said when he caught sigh to of me.
"Oh, I'm sorry. The bus took forever." I lied.
We practiced, and this time I was out of it. That woman always affected our practicing. However a miracle occurred, and he got the dance down. Dad was right, all he needed was some work and he would be wonderful. He drove me home and we had our farewells. I ran up to my room and wrote in my diary. I didn' stop until about 2 i the morning and then I finally put away the diary and went to sleep.
***I'm sorry! This is a terrible chapter, I know, but I've got a lot of stuff on my mind and this was all I could think of. I promise it will get better. I just find it so hard to write the middle of a story. I think I've even started to change how I'm telling the story, I'm telling it like I'm looking back on it. So let's play pretend and pretend I was doing that before. And sorry about the Latin thing, I have to study or real Mr. Adams will kill me! Again I apologize.***