Okay, chappie number 4...I hope you enjoy this one as well...
Whenever something is in italics, it's a flashback, unless it is indented pretty far, then it's lyrics to a song.
I need to elaborate on one thing...there are two different uses for lyrics that I have. If the lyrics are simply italicized, it means that the music is actually going on in the story. If the lyrics are italicized and in bold, the music isn't actually happening in the story, it's more that the lyrics fit with the story really well, and I added them in to the text. Kind of like a soundtrack to listen to while you're reading the story. It'll make sense when you read the story...
One part of this chapter was inspired by a story called "Where are you going, where have you been?" Man, it's a cool story, i read it in literature a few weeks ago. The author is Joyce Carol Oates, if you guys like this chapter you should read the story.
I hope you enjoy...
Class was dismissed and it was time for lunch. As she rounded the corner and was about to step into the lunchroom, she did a double take. The lunchroom was crowded, a lot more crowded than her old school. Those who had gotten there the fastest had snatched the all the seats, and now there was nothing left. She tried to work her way through the crowd of people that were standing up, and could feel many eyes on her. Summer accidentally bumped into a girl and suddenly the girl's whole group was focusing all their attention on her. They were wearing madras jackets. The guys had Beatle haircuts, and Summer quickly sucked her breath in.
The boys had recently gotten haircuts that were becoming really popular. Looks to them were important, and the way The Beatles looked right now was pretty much the way to go. Even if you thought their haircuts were stupid as hell, you got it anyway. The girls stood with school books strategically placed into their delicate arms, chomping on gum, pink lipstick gleaming from their sweet, soft lips. One of them had golden blonde hair. As she passed by them she could hear them whisper with disgust.
"Oh did you hear?..."
"Oh my god!"
She had fallen out of the mold.
Summer pushed her way through the lunchroom as fast as she could, and escaped the place. Her hands started to tremble and she cursed herself again for forgetting her cigarettes. She was leaving this fucking place. Summer hated school, hell, the irritation was so dumb she wouldn't figure it out anyway if she missed the whole damn year. She trotted down the front steps of the school and sauntered off down the street. Fucking stupid teachers.
Johnny avoided school, he didn't feel like being the side show of school for the day. Yeah. Life sucked. Either you're totally invisible, or you're a freak that everyone gawks at. Besides he had woken up late and he woulda been late to school anyway. He heard a glass break in the kitchen, following some bantering that had been going on for a few minutes. He had to get out of the place, he had to leave. Before the front door, he noticed his jean jacket. He pulled it on, the ends of the collar turning up, a half-assed attempt to cover his tainted face. He stepped outside, sweat forming in his pores and seeping through his dark skin. He kept the jean jacket on.
Summer aimlessly walked down the street, humming to herself as she kicked a stone that lay in her way. She could hear the lilting rhythm of a stereo nearby, and almost felt something flare up inside of her. A smile crept up from the corners of her mouth, showing a peek of her stainless white teeth as the music floated through the air...
In this dirty old part of the city
Where the sun refused to shine
People tell me there ain't no use in tryin'
Now my girl you're so young and pretty
And one thing I know is true
You'll be dead before your time is due, I know
Watch my daddy in bed a-dyin'
Watched his hair been turnin' grey
He's been workin' and slavin' his life away
Oh yes I know it
He's been workin' so hard
I've been workin' too, baby
Every night and day
We gotta get out of this place
If it's the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
'cause girl, there's a better life for me and you
The music crept closer until Summer could hear it right next to her. She glanced over to the car as it slowed down, and spotted four very greasy, punk little kids. Okay, so maybe they weren't kids, hell, some of them were probably older than her. But they sure did act like kids. She heard the honk of the horn, and the music was rapidly cut off. A guy with long sideburns smiled over at her while two others in the car howled with mischief.
"Hey baby wanna come along for a ride?" he pestered. Summer took a longer look at the idiot that was driving the car, and suddenly remembered him from the day before.
"Hey! You're that jerk that almost ran over me yesterday. Like I'm going to get into a car with someone who can't even drive two feet without killing someone." The two side-kicks roared with laughter, while the driver of the car stared at her with disbelief.
"Come on! Don't tell me you're going to turn down the great swooner. Some chicks say I remind them of The King," he claimed as he cooly ran his hand along the side of his gelled head.
"Ha! Better luck next time." Summer glanced at the others in the car. One was golden blonde, with a flashy smile that radiated off of him. 'I bet you all the girls go for that one,' she thought sarcastically to herself. There was one with thick dark hair, sculpted into complicated swirls, a warped laugh that twisted from the corner of his lips. He was sitting next to the blonde one, the two almost like a pair cut from a cardboard of cliches. They probably went along with everything the wisecracker did. Then there was...the quiet kid. That kid that she had run into via the halls. He seemed kinda nice, and younger than the others. What was he doing with these dumbasses?
Summer heard crooked laughter, but this time it was coming from the dark alley that lay on the right side of her. The four in the car exchanged looks, knowing this wasn't the greatest situation for the girl. She turned her head she could see two lanky, foul creatures saunter from the darkness of the back street. Summer's eyes widened as they crept up closer and closer. She could almost smell the bad blood that circulated through their vicious carcasses, cruelness reflected in their slanted eyes. She knew the type.
She sat in the diner, sipping the delicious cola, sugar and caffeine rushing through her blooming figure. Her parents never let her have caffeine. Best friend Emily had come along with her, their bright pink lips glowing in the cheap light that shined down from the ceiling. Music blared from the inside of the restaurant, and the two cute little girls swung on the circular red chairs in synch with the energy that reverberated every single atom in their bodies. It felt surreal. They were just like those cool, older kids who would ride in their dazzling automobiles, laughter echoing throughout the town.
With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin' kinda older
I tripped the merry-go-round
With the stereo pleasin' and sneezin' and wheezin'
The calliope crashed to the ground
Summer leaned back and bobbed her head to the music. Now, right at this instant, she was living the dream that the tunes always promised her, the image of American vitality and youth. God, was this moment so perfect. God, was she so perfect. The walls her parents had put up around her became invisible. She stared straight up into the glow from the ceiling, her eyes pained a second-just for a second- before it illuminated her soul. She was feeling something she never knew was possible to feel. It was a jumble of sensations all at once: freedom, excitement, sensuality.
Mama told me not to look into the eyes of the sun
But Mama, that's where the fun is…
She brought her right leg off the support of the chair and crossed her tanned, skinny little legs. Man, was her skirt short. Of course Mom would never buy something like that for her. Summer knew how to cut, Summer knew how to sew. Summer knew how to hide needle and thread in her bag before she went out. She also knew how to tie a shirt, make just a tad smaller. Not that much smaller, by God, she wasn't a tramp. Summer knew how to flirt, Summer knew how to tease. It was so easy, so fun.
She was in tune with her body, with her mind. Everything was so clear.
She got down but she never got tired
She's gonna make it through the night
That was when she spotted him. He pulled into the parking lot, black hair and dark, crisp shirt. He climbed out of the black car, leaning against it with ease. There was something about him that was so…so rough. He was different than the kind of guys she knew that always hid behind a wall of aloofness. The kind of guy she knew was always clean. Always acting as if they were players in a game. Everything to them was politics, just how can you manipulate and twist and turn everything, everyone, someone, to get them to do what they want you to. In one way, he was the opposite kind of guy, the guy where his interiors had been ripped out, his rawness showing on the outside. A tattoo lined his upper left arm, he had a taut lean figure. Little did her callow, sweet little instinct tell her that despite the obvious difference, there was a major similarity. He was a master manipulator, the worst of his kind.
He spotted her through the glass walls of the diner. He liked them like that. Fresh and pretty. Pretty. But most of all fresh. The friend with golden blonde hair was cute too. But her skirt wasn't as short, her hair wasn't as long. Her stare didn't catch his attention like the dark haired one.
The music vibrated throughout the lot, singing its sweet, innocent melody. The voice, so bubbly, just like the fizz in the pop that was trickling through Summer's slim figure.
The night we met I knew I needed you so
And if I ever had the chance I'd never let you go
So won't you say you love me
I'll make you so proud of me
We'll make 'em turn their heads
Every place we go
So won't you please…
He smiled at her, handsomely crooked teeth migrating into the scope of her vision. He mouthed with the melody…
"Be my, be my baby
Be my little baby
My one and only baby
Say you'll be my darling
Be my, be my baby
Be my baby now
Whoa whoa whoa"
Summer blushed and brought her head down. Emily giggled along with her, images of pearly white teeth escaping their mouths and entering the pale blue circles of his eyes. That was her favorite song…
They were way past teenagerhood, tattoos and scars had bled onto their bodies. Four greasers in a car wouldn't get in the way of these guys, shoot, they probably had heaters. They were thirty year old hoodlums, who had miraculously survived the perils of life. Angry at the way things were, angry at themselves. Angry at the fucking world. They would take their anger out on her, if she didn't get moving. Summer dashed to the car and through the door before the kiddie greasers could even react.
"Go!" she yelled as the wise-cracker started up the car, surprise written all over his face, and sped off. For the first few seconds nobody said anything. Perhaps they were all surprised by the abruptness of her action? She was sitting in the backseat next to Pony, Two-Bit, Soda and Steve riding in the front of the convertible. Pony glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, her long hair thrashing about in the wind as Two-Bit intensified the speed of the T-Bird. She stared out her side of the car, observing the looks of the town she had just moved into a few days ago. Her face was dim and she was seemingly unaffected by the speed of the car.
"So what were you doin' walkin' by you're lonesome, headed to the bad part of town?" Steve spoke, being the great silence-breaker that he is. "You ain't look the type to be paradin' down there, if you know what I mean." She kept her position, and didn't turn her head as she simply shrugged. Soda glanced at Pony through the rearview mirror, raising a questioning eye-brow, curiosity running rampant through his body. After a minute or so she spoke up,
"I just moved here from Georgia. I didn't know where I was headed." she admitted. 'I didn't really care,' she thought to herself. Pony turned his head towards her, and knew there was more to her than what the other guys saw. He knew she wasn't telling the whole story...
"Well just remember not to do that again, we wouldn't want purty little girl like you to be runnin' in the streets," Two-Bit asserted. They didn't see Summer roll her eyes...little did they know.
Did she ever really know where she was headed?
Just wait and see
For every kiss you give me
I'll give you three
Oh, since the day I saw you
I have been waiting for you
You know I will adore you
Till eternity so won't you please…
Lyrics from The Animals "We Gotta Get Out of This Place"
The Ronettes "Be My Baby"
and
Manfred Mann "Blinded By The Light"
Whenever something is in italics, it's a flashback, unless it is indented pretty far, then it's lyrics to a song.
I need to elaborate on one thing...there are two different uses for lyrics that I have. If the lyrics are simply italicized, it means that the music is actually going on in the story. If the lyrics are italicized and in bold, the music isn't actually happening in the story, it's more that the lyrics fit with the story really well, and I added them in to the text. Kind of like a soundtrack to listen to while you're reading the story. It'll make sense when you read the story...
One part of this chapter was inspired by a story called "Where are you going, where have you been?" Man, it's a cool story, i read it in literature a few weeks ago. The author is Joyce Carol Oates, if you guys like this chapter you should read the story.
I hope you enjoy...
Class was dismissed and it was time for lunch. As she rounded the corner and was about to step into the lunchroom, she did a double take. The lunchroom was crowded, a lot more crowded than her old school. Those who had gotten there the fastest had snatched the all the seats, and now there was nothing left. She tried to work her way through the crowd of people that were standing up, and could feel many eyes on her. Summer accidentally bumped into a girl and suddenly the girl's whole group was focusing all their attention on her. They were wearing madras jackets. The guys had Beatle haircuts, and Summer quickly sucked her breath in.
The boys had recently gotten haircuts that were becoming really popular. Looks to them were important, and the way The Beatles looked right now was pretty much the way to go. Even if you thought their haircuts were stupid as hell, you got it anyway. The girls stood with school books strategically placed into their delicate arms, chomping on gum, pink lipstick gleaming from their sweet, soft lips. One of them had golden blonde hair. As she passed by them she could hear them whisper with disgust.
"Oh did you hear?..."
"Oh my god!"
She had fallen out of the mold.
Summer pushed her way through the lunchroom as fast as she could, and escaped the place. Her hands started to tremble and she cursed herself again for forgetting her cigarettes. She was leaving this fucking place. Summer hated school, hell, the irritation was so dumb she wouldn't figure it out anyway if she missed the whole damn year. She trotted down the front steps of the school and sauntered off down the street. Fucking stupid teachers.
Johnny avoided school, he didn't feel like being the side show of school for the day. Yeah. Life sucked. Either you're totally invisible, or you're a freak that everyone gawks at. Besides he had woken up late and he woulda been late to school anyway. He heard a glass break in the kitchen, following some bantering that had been going on for a few minutes. He had to get out of the place, he had to leave. Before the front door, he noticed his jean jacket. He pulled it on, the ends of the collar turning up, a half-assed attempt to cover his tainted face. He stepped outside, sweat forming in his pores and seeping through his dark skin. He kept the jean jacket on.
Summer aimlessly walked down the street, humming to herself as she kicked a stone that lay in her way. She could hear the lilting rhythm of a stereo nearby, and almost felt something flare up inside of her. A smile crept up from the corners of her mouth, showing a peek of her stainless white teeth as the music floated through the air...
In this dirty old part of the city
Where the sun refused to shine
People tell me there ain't no use in tryin'
Now my girl you're so young and pretty
And one thing I know is true
You'll be dead before your time is due, I know
Watch my daddy in bed a-dyin'
Watched his hair been turnin' grey
He's been workin' and slavin' his life away
Oh yes I know it
He's been workin' so hard
I've been workin' too, baby
Every night and day
We gotta get out of this place
If it's the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
'cause girl, there's a better life for me and you
The music crept closer until Summer could hear it right next to her. She glanced over to the car as it slowed down, and spotted four very greasy, punk little kids. Okay, so maybe they weren't kids, hell, some of them were probably older than her. But they sure did act like kids. She heard the honk of the horn, and the music was rapidly cut off. A guy with long sideburns smiled over at her while two others in the car howled with mischief.
"Hey baby wanna come along for a ride?" he pestered. Summer took a longer look at the idiot that was driving the car, and suddenly remembered him from the day before.
"Hey! You're that jerk that almost ran over me yesterday. Like I'm going to get into a car with someone who can't even drive two feet without killing someone." The two side-kicks roared with laughter, while the driver of the car stared at her with disbelief.
"Come on! Don't tell me you're going to turn down the great swooner. Some chicks say I remind them of The King," he claimed as he cooly ran his hand along the side of his gelled head.
"Ha! Better luck next time." Summer glanced at the others in the car. One was golden blonde, with a flashy smile that radiated off of him. 'I bet you all the girls go for that one,' she thought sarcastically to herself. There was one with thick dark hair, sculpted into complicated swirls, a warped laugh that twisted from the corner of his lips. He was sitting next to the blonde one, the two almost like a pair cut from a cardboard of cliches. They probably went along with everything the wisecracker did. Then there was...the quiet kid. That kid that she had run into via the halls. He seemed kinda nice, and younger than the others. What was he doing with these dumbasses?
Summer heard crooked laughter, but this time it was coming from the dark alley that lay on the right side of her. The four in the car exchanged looks, knowing this wasn't the greatest situation for the girl. She turned her head she could see two lanky, foul creatures saunter from the darkness of the back street. Summer's eyes widened as they crept up closer and closer. She could almost smell the bad blood that circulated through their vicious carcasses, cruelness reflected in their slanted eyes. She knew the type.
She sat in the diner, sipping the delicious cola, sugar and caffeine rushing through her blooming figure. Her parents never let her have caffeine. Best friend Emily had come along with her, their bright pink lips glowing in the cheap light that shined down from the ceiling. Music blared from the inside of the restaurant, and the two cute little girls swung on the circular red chairs in synch with the energy that reverberated every single atom in their bodies. It felt surreal. They were just like those cool, older kids who would ride in their dazzling automobiles, laughter echoing throughout the town.
With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin' kinda older
I tripped the merry-go-round
With the stereo pleasin' and sneezin' and wheezin'
The calliope crashed to the ground
Summer leaned back and bobbed her head to the music. Now, right at this instant, she was living the dream that the tunes always promised her, the image of American vitality and youth. God, was this moment so perfect. God, was she so perfect. The walls her parents had put up around her became invisible. She stared straight up into the glow from the ceiling, her eyes pained a second-just for a second- before it illuminated her soul. She was feeling something she never knew was possible to feel. It was a jumble of sensations all at once: freedom, excitement, sensuality.
Mama told me not to look into the eyes of the sun
But Mama, that's where the fun is…
She brought her right leg off the support of the chair and crossed her tanned, skinny little legs. Man, was her skirt short. Of course Mom would never buy something like that for her. Summer knew how to cut, Summer knew how to sew. Summer knew how to hide needle and thread in her bag before she went out. She also knew how to tie a shirt, make just a tad smaller. Not that much smaller, by God, she wasn't a tramp. Summer knew how to flirt, Summer knew how to tease. It was so easy, so fun.
She was in tune with her body, with her mind. Everything was so clear.
She got down but she never got tired
She's gonna make it through the night
That was when she spotted him. He pulled into the parking lot, black hair and dark, crisp shirt. He climbed out of the black car, leaning against it with ease. There was something about him that was so…so rough. He was different than the kind of guys she knew that always hid behind a wall of aloofness. The kind of guy she knew was always clean. Always acting as if they were players in a game. Everything to them was politics, just how can you manipulate and twist and turn everything, everyone, someone, to get them to do what they want you to. In one way, he was the opposite kind of guy, the guy where his interiors had been ripped out, his rawness showing on the outside. A tattoo lined his upper left arm, he had a taut lean figure. Little did her callow, sweet little instinct tell her that despite the obvious difference, there was a major similarity. He was a master manipulator, the worst of his kind.
He spotted her through the glass walls of the diner. He liked them like that. Fresh and pretty. Pretty. But most of all fresh. The friend with golden blonde hair was cute too. But her skirt wasn't as short, her hair wasn't as long. Her stare didn't catch his attention like the dark haired one.
The music vibrated throughout the lot, singing its sweet, innocent melody. The voice, so bubbly, just like the fizz in the pop that was trickling through Summer's slim figure.
The night we met I knew I needed you so
And if I ever had the chance I'd never let you go
So won't you say you love me
I'll make you so proud of me
We'll make 'em turn their heads
Every place we go
So won't you please…
He smiled at her, handsomely crooked teeth migrating into the scope of her vision. He mouthed with the melody…
"Be my, be my baby
Be my little baby
My one and only baby
Say you'll be my darling
Be my, be my baby
Be my baby now
Whoa whoa whoa"
Summer blushed and brought her head down. Emily giggled along with her, images of pearly white teeth escaping their mouths and entering the pale blue circles of his eyes. That was her favorite song…
They were way past teenagerhood, tattoos and scars had bled onto their bodies. Four greasers in a car wouldn't get in the way of these guys, shoot, they probably had heaters. They were thirty year old hoodlums, who had miraculously survived the perils of life. Angry at the way things were, angry at themselves. Angry at the fucking world. They would take their anger out on her, if she didn't get moving. Summer dashed to the car and through the door before the kiddie greasers could even react.
"Go!" she yelled as the wise-cracker started up the car, surprise written all over his face, and sped off. For the first few seconds nobody said anything. Perhaps they were all surprised by the abruptness of her action? She was sitting in the backseat next to Pony, Two-Bit, Soda and Steve riding in the front of the convertible. Pony glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, her long hair thrashing about in the wind as Two-Bit intensified the speed of the T-Bird. She stared out her side of the car, observing the looks of the town she had just moved into a few days ago. Her face was dim and she was seemingly unaffected by the speed of the car.
"So what were you doin' walkin' by you're lonesome, headed to the bad part of town?" Steve spoke, being the great silence-breaker that he is. "You ain't look the type to be paradin' down there, if you know what I mean." She kept her position, and didn't turn her head as she simply shrugged. Soda glanced at Pony through the rearview mirror, raising a questioning eye-brow, curiosity running rampant through his body. After a minute or so she spoke up,
"I just moved here from Georgia. I didn't know where I was headed." she admitted. 'I didn't really care,' she thought to herself. Pony turned his head towards her, and knew there was more to her than what the other guys saw. He knew she wasn't telling the whole story...
"Well just remember not to do that again, we wouldn't want purty little girl like you to be runnin' in the streets," Two-Bit asserted. They didn't see Summer roll her eyes...little did they know.
Did she ever really know where she was headed?
Just wait and see
For every kiss you give me
I'll give you three
Oh, since the day I saw you
I have been waiting for you
You know I will adore you
Till eternity so won't you please…
Lyrics from The Animals "We Gotta Get Out of This Place"
The Ronettes "Be My Baby"
and
Manfred Mann "Blinded By The Light"