Disclaimer- still don't own it, looking at Bible and thinking about writing
a letter to the editor, NSR knows the real story! J.K. Rowling did it! I
know she did! I was there she created me!!!!
Hope no one took offense to that because if you did then that would suck and I'm sorry. Honestly, I am.
P.S. yippy for Gay Marriages!!
Please forgive me on the way they talk because well the 70's is not my era k? ()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()() ()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
Hey Lily! I can't wait to see you!! Maybe we can meet sometime over the summer? Saturday the 17th is groovy with me if you wanna hang in my pad? We can shag. Ha ha I know that our parents would blow the coop and make us listen to the song "Harper Valley PTA" or what ever it is if we did. Write me back! Yours until hot pants are knee length, James
Lily giggled and smiled uncontrollably at James's letter. The 17th was a Wednesday that took place last week. She didn't care though. He never had the right date and was guessing constantly. She had once told him to never be a secretary. He simply replied that he never wanted to be a bird that lived in Africa. [true fact I swear!] Plus he didn't look good in cat eyed glasses. He also didn't want to be accused of being a homosexual [James talking, NSR has no problem w/ gays] and the names Gladys, Rosemary, Irving, Gale, and other secretary names weren't appealing to him.
Lily couldn't stop thinking about the dream she had. She loved the parts with James but she couldn't even look at her father anymore without having to sit down because of dizziness and nausea. She was washing her hands constantly now, afraid to be suspected of being an unclean common gross whore who dreamed of having sex with her father. Worse than that though she was afraid that the dream would come true. She'd had dreams about answers on tests, fights with friends and one she'd tried her hardest to not think about again that her Uncle would die. She'd seen the whole accident the driver concentrating on directions speeding down the street in reverse having missed a street. Her Uncle being late for work speeded down the street. The lost driver sped backwards and turned right into him, flipping his car rolling him over and over and over his head being crushed in his convertible and the pavement. Papers, coffee, glass, metal, fire, upholstery, anything that was there was flung into the air in the most ungraceful grace she could imagine. Blood was creeping onto the pavement from his body slowly ruining his lucky suit that had been there for every single good thing that happened to him. He died there. So did the lost driver. That day his wife, my Aunt tried desperately to contact him and talk about how she was pregnant with their baby. They would be able to be the family they'd wanted for oh so long. She called every number she could only to find out that he was dead. Aunt Kila aborted that baby. Eight days later her dream came true.
Lily rose from her bed where she'd been crying with worry and dread and now a mix of that with laughter from James's letter. She left through the front door of her house, closing the door quietly. She ran to her park. No one was ever there. Her bare feet running over the luscious green grass without anything in it hiding to poke and cut your feet led her to her tree. Lily had been climbing this tree forever. It was her comfort the only thing in the world that could calm her when nothing else would. She came here with triumph and glory, depression and tragedy, questions of life and human nature. She'd called her Willa forever. Lily reached the long Weeping Willow and carelessly climbed up the familiar path that had led her forever. She sometimes took other ways up the tree but she somehow liked this one best. She reached the very top of the tree where she couldn't be seen unless she was looked for. Lily undid her long auburn hair and let her tears flow down her cheeks. Her problem flashed before her eyes. She curled her knees to her chin and rested her head on them kissing each one. She reached a conclusion to her problem. She'd have to runaway. She didn't want another dream to come true. Lily would have to pack light. Her money possum would be a must. She had always loved it. The present had been given to her mysteriously. She had studied it for days looking for a clue as to who it had come from. After about a week of this she discovered a very small crack that she opened and had thought she'd broken it only to find it was a hollow inside compartment. Inside it held a note
Please use me to hold your secrets, money, dreams, etc. No one will be able to open this as you figured out to unless they already know where the nitch is. I'll protect you keep you safe. And in the night when thou art asleep I will bring to you what you need to know. Life is so great and never let it go. Live on the edge of a knife being cut, sharpened, and dulled, cutting into new things. Keep me forever you'll know someday if you do not know now. I love you. Stay with me. Let the world fly at your grasp. Godspeed. W.
Lily had always kept this note in the box. Letting lose thoughts slip over it when here mind was free to think for once.
"Where should I go?" Lily thought aloud.
"Come with me," a voice she couldn't name said.
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I hope you liked this chapter. Read and Review!
Love ya! NatsterSugerRush
Hope no one took offense to that because if you did then that would suck and I'm sorry. Honestly, I am.
P.S. yippy for Gay Marriages!!
Please forgive me on the way they talk because well the 70's is not my era k? ()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()() ()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
Hey Lily! I can't wait to see you!! Maybe we can meet sometime over the summer? Saturday the 17th is groovy with me if you wanna hang in my pad? We can shag. Ha ha I know that our parents would blow the coop and make us listen to the song "Harper Valley PTA" or what ever it is if we did. Write me back! Yours until hot pants are knee length, James
Lily giggled and smiled uncontrollably at James's letter. The 17th was a Wednesday that took place last week. She didn't care though. He never had the right date and was guessing constantly. She had once told him to never be a secretary. He simply replied that he never wanted to be a bird that lived in Africa. [true fact I swear!] Plus he didn't look good in cat eyed glasses. He also didn't want to be accused of being a homosexual [James talking, NSR has no problem w/ gays] and the names Gladys, Rosemary, Irving, Gale, and other secretary names weren't appealing to him.
Lily couldn't stop thinking about the dream she had. She loved the parts with James but she couldn't even look at her father anymore without having to sit down because of dizziness and nausea. She was washing her hands constantly now, afraid to be suspected of being an unclean common gross whore who dreamed of having sex with her father. Worse than that though she was afraid that the dream would come true. She'd had dreams about answers on tests, fights with friends and one she'd tried her hardest to not think about again that her Uncle would die. She'd seen the whole accident the driver concentrating on directions speeding down the street in reverse having missed a street. Her Uncle being late for work speeded down the street. The lost driver sped backwards and turned right into him, flipping his car rolling him over and over and over his head being crushed in his convertible and the pavement. Papers, coffee, glass, metal, fire, upholstery, anything that was there was flung into the air in the most ungraceful grace she could imagine. Blood was creeping onto the pavement from his body slowly ruining his lucky suit that had been there for every single good thing that happened to him. He died there. So did the lost driver. That day his wife, my Aunt tried desperately to contact him and talk about how she was pregnant with their baby. They would be able to be the family they'd wanted for oh so long. She called every number she could only to find out that he was dead. Aunt Kila aborted that baby. Eight days later her dream came true.
Lily rose from her bed where she'd been crying with worry and dread and now a mix of that with laughter from James's letter. She left through the front door of her house, closing the door quietly. She ran to her park. No one was ever there. Her bare feet running over the luscious green grass without anything in it hiding to poke and cut your feet led her to her tree. Lily had been climbing this tree forever. It was her comfort the only thing in the world that could calm her when nothing else would. She came here with triumph and glory, depression and tragedy, questions of life and human nature. She'd called her Willa forever. Lily reached the long Weeping Willow and carelessly climbed up the familiar path that had led her forever. She sometimes took other ways up the tree but she somehow liked this one best. She reached the very top of the tree where she couldn't be seen unless she was looked for. Lily undid her long auburn hair and let her tears flow down her cheeks. Her problem flashed before her eyes. She curled her knees to her chin and rested her head on them kissing each one. She reached a conclusion to her problem. She'd have to runaway. She didn't want another dream to come true. Lily would have to pack light. Her money possum would be a must. She had always loved it. The present had been given to her mysteriously. She had studied it for days looking for a clue as to who it had come from. After about a week of this she discovered a very small crack that she opened and had thought she'd broken it only to find it was a hollow inside compartment. Inside it held a note
Please use me to hold your secrets, money, dreams, etc. No one will be able to open this as you figured out to unless they already know where the nitch is. I'll protect you keep you safe. And in the night when thou art asleep I will bring to you what you need to know. Life is so great and never let it go. Live on the edge of a knife being cut, sharpened, and dulled, cutting into new things. Keep me forever you'll know someday if you do not know now. I love you. Stay with me. Let the world fly at your grasp. Godspeed. W.
Lily had always kept this note in the box. Letting lose thoughts slip over it when here mind was free to think for once.
"Where should I go?" Lily thought aloud.
"Come with me," a voice she couldn't name said.
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I hope you liked this chapter. Read and Review!
Love ya! NatsterSugerRush