I was surprised that I actually got some good feedback! Thank you to those who've reviewed! I hope this chapter doesn't disapoint you.
Important note: I changed the title to Facing the Swell (if you haven't already noticed) because that's what I had originally titled it in WORD.
Update 3/23/09: It seems that this thing is being stupid, and having a few poem/paragraph-things align to the left. Sorry
Thursday, September 24, 2009
You had spent
the majority of last night
crying only dry tears
onto Carly's shoulder
as she patted you on the back,
telling you
over and over
it's gonna be alright,
and you believe her
because it has to.
The world has come to an end
(in more ways than one
but you're not going to get into that).
For Carly Shay, Carly Shay!
Little miss good girl,
is skipping school.
She's spending Thursday with you
and you love her for that.
You think
that you made the right choice
when you became friends with this girl
because she truly is the best.
Carly's been doing some research
with you
(or rather, doing it for you)
while you sit, lazily on her couch watching Juno
and drinking diet Peppy Cola
(because apparently
caffeine is bad for your pregnant body).
And you think that this movie
is so simple compared to your life.
Ha, ha,
your baby has finger nails.
When you wake
from your nap on Carly's couch
to see Freddie standing above you
you almost let out a shriek,
but then the realization
that you're Sam Puckett
and Sam Puckett does not shriek
comes over you.
"How goes it, Freddork?"
He's just staring at you,
just like Carly did last night.
He has the whole
stare-through-a-dozen-monuments
thing patted down real good.
You meet his gaze
and hold it there
until he has to look away
from the intensity of it all.
He asks what's been up with you
and you tell him
your mom made you eat asparagus.
You're sitting
on your favorite bean bag chair
rehearsing iCarly with your two friends
because tomorrow is Friday, show day
and you haven't been giving best
because Carly's keeps asking you
if you need anything
every three minutes
like she's trying to be your mother.
And Freddie's been giving you
this stare
like he knows to some extent
that something
other than this morning's fried chicken
is inside of you
but you just shrug it off
because that can't be possible.
He can't know,
because as far as you're concerned,
ther isn't anythin inside of you.
Sam, do you need anything?
"I'm fine, Carls."
He just can't.
For once in your petty existence,
you willingly went home
against Carly's wishes that you stay
so you two could hangout
(aka, her watching
how you eat, drink, and sleep),
but your mom's not home.
So, whatnot make the most of it?
You know your mom's shift
at the Granola Bar ends at 5am
and she'll bring some guy home,
but you'll be gone (to Carly's) by then.
She won't ever know you were here.
When you're on your bed
and sleep
is just about to overcome you,
your hand reaches
to touch your stomach.
It's flat and smooth
and there is no sign
of what's forming inside
and a thought strikes you:
abortion?
An evil?
Yes.
But a necessary one?
You think so.