I THINK its done? eh...perfectionism

Numbered Story

Character 3 recent high school graduate
Setting 8 a polluted stream
Time 9 first week of the school year
Situation/Challenge 1 An important decision needs to be made




Tip-toeing down the sidewalk, I attempt to blend in to the walls beside me. I watch the cracked concrete as I make my way to the store. Before I have a chance to turn into the doorway, I feel the comforting warmth of a hand on my shoulder. I can recognize the touch of her tender, fragile hands from any other person. Turning to gaze into her pale, calm eyes, a wave of comfort rolls over my restless body. “Hey sweetheart,” she smiles flirtatiously. From the look on her face, I know she is up to something.

“Hey you,” I reply in a questioning tone. She reads the confusion in my voice.
“I have decided that you and I need to have one last blow-out before our first week of college,” she tells me. “I found the perfect place for our sinful event.” I smile back at her and let her continue. “We are going to take the girls camping!” she squeaks. My nose wrinkles up in disapproval. “Before you say no, let me explain. There is a little polluted stream behind the old metal factory about 10 miles from my house. It's perfect. No one will see us. Therefore, we can't get caught.” I don't disagree. It is not worth trying to disagree with her. When she gets her mind set on something, you can't change it. She's stubborn like that.

She and I make our way to the campsite together. Our tiny backpacks are bulging with everything we need for the night. “I hope Jess brings the ice,” I tell her. “I can't drink this without ice. It is called 'on the rocks' you know.” She can tell I am irritated.
“Would you snap out of this mood already?” she asks. “I'm sure she'll remember.
“Wait till tonight. As soon as I take a shot on the rocks, I'll be just fine,” I smile.
The toxic kiss burns my crimson lips as soon as it touches them. My lips meet the rim once more, yearning for danger. Impatiently, my mind waits for the pleasure. Slowly, I feet my true self melting away. The ground beneath me no longer feels solid. At any given moment, it is going to give in. Back and forth, my world begins to tilt. I glance around to see if anyone else is unsteady. The blurred faces of my friends spring past me as if I am a ghost. They head towards the polluted stream. What could possibly be over there that they find so fascinating? Taking in the sight of them, I realize something is wrong. At that moment, reality snaps back into place. I hear the distinct sound of footsteps trudging in mud, the crash of water against bodies; the sound of something dragging across the grass. Chaos surrounds me. Their shrill screams pierce the warm summer air, sending chills down my spine. Where is she? Where is my girl?

In a sea of caps and gowns, I find her. I trace my finger along the soft edges of her face in attempt to feel her again. Her wide eyed expression and innocent smile make her seem like an untouchable porcelain doll. Observing the photograph in deeper concentration, I try to memorize even the tiniest freckle, the vaguest dimple. I will not allow myself to forget her. Sometimes at night when I lay down to remember her features, my mind is blank. I can search the corners of my mind for hours and come up with nothing.

A year ago today, I am sober. I made an oath that night that I will never binge drink again. A year ago today marks the anniversary of that night. Occasionally, the memories of August 23rd invade my mind. Occasionally, I let them. No matter how much it hurts to remember, it brings me closer to her again.

Flex-schedule! Hooray!

At first, when I heard that the school was allowing seniors to graduate early or leave early, I was unsure. I'm still a little upset about it because some people shouldn't do it. In my opinion, they are not ready. Some students just need more to time to focus on school. Others are prepared enough to leave earlier than usual. I think that there should be rules about it instead of letting just anyone do it.
Anyways, I have decided to go on flex-schedule next semester. Since I got my job at State Farm, I haver rethought my second semester of senior year. I will have all the credits I need to graduate with academic honors and high school can't really prepare me for college anymore than it already has. I have decided this because I need more money to save up for college and the costs of buying items for my apartment. There are so many hidden costs! Instead of working only an hour and a half every week day, I will work about 4 hours a week day. The only thing left to do is ask my boss.

Bits and pieces of my numbered story

In a sea of caps and gowns, I find her. I trace my finger along the soft edges of her face in attempt to feel her again. Her wide eyed expression and innocent smile made her seem like an untouchable porcelain doll. Observing the photograph in deeper concentration, I try to memorize even the tiniest freckle, the vaguest dimple. I will not allow myself to forget her. Sometimes at night when I lay down to remember her features, my mind is blank. I can search the corners of my mind for hours and come up with nothing.

A year ago today marks the anniversary of that night. Occasionally, the memories of August 23rd invade my mind. Occasionally, I let them invade. No matter how much it hurts to remember, it brings me closer to her again.





The toxic kiss burned my crimson lips as soon as it touched them. My lips met the rim once more, yearning for danger. Impatiently, my mind waited for the pleasure. Slowly, I felt my true self melt away.

For those of you...

For those of you who don't know me, I can't really tell you my full name. My apologies! My name is Kayla and I'm a senior in high school. Next year I am probably going to attend U.S.I. I will most likely get into a bigger school, but that is not what I want. I don't want to go too far away from home and I don't want to spend too much. Lately, I have been searching for apartments online obsessively. It is my new favorite hobby.














Also, I just started working at State Farm Insurance. Yes, it is a bit random for a girl my age. I really do enjoy it though. I spend a whole 8 hours there a week, an hour and 1/2 every weekday. I don't have to work on weekends or holidays. The work there does not resemble the other jobs I have done. First, I worked at McDonald's for 2 years. Eventually I couldn't take that anymore and I got a summer job at a hotel. Housekeeping is probably the most unpleasant work, at least at the Jasper Inn it was. Although the work was horrible, I loved my co-workers. I made friends this summer whom I'll never forget. Now that I have a desk job, I realize how good I have it. There is no stress, no sweating, and no walking into a room that you shouldn't be in! I think my job at State Farm is a great experience and I am learning so much!





http://www.usi.edu

http://www.statefarm.com

Crush

Entry 33
Crush. The first thing I noticed about her was her entoxicating voice. Realizing that I was watching the movement of her full, luscious lips, I turned away quickly. I can't get caught.
Crush. I couldn't help myself. Moments after turning away, I swiveled around to face her. Light danced across her face and her eyes sparkled. She brushed her long, deep brown hair out of her face and it cascaded down her back. Seeing the woman's tiny, delicate hands made me want to caress her soft, warm skin. "Samantha, get back to work!" my boss warned me. I felt heat rush to my face and my cheeks turned pink. Crush.

Entry 34
Crush. What is wrong with me? Yesterday I felt like one of those creepy men that stare at women like pieces of meat. That is not what it is like for me though. The feelings she gives me are purely innocent. When I look at her, all I can see is how extraordinarily beautiful she is. The overwhelming urge to watch her pulls me in and I can't look away. I never thought I would get caught.
Crush. Today at work, I tried to simply keep to myself. Of course, usually on the days you attempt this, you fail miserably. This morning I was minding my own business when I heard the clicking of heels across the floor. The clicking was headed straight toward me. Slowly, I turned to see who was coming. There she was. My eyes followed the soft curves of her body. The aroma of sweet perfume surrounded her.
Her smooth, sensual voice called out my name. "Samantha, was there a reason you were staring at me yesterday?" The tone of her voice was hinting at insecurity. When I didn't respond right away, she whispered in my ear. "Did I have something on my face or food in my teeth?" Struggling for words, I finally managed to speak.
"No hun," I assured her. "I was just trying to figureout where you bought your outfit." She smiled, relieved.
"Well gee, you could of just asked." she said shyly. "I'm actually a thrift store shopper." The expression on her face relaxed.
"I will just ask next time," I giggled nervously. "Did I make you worry?"
"Yes! I really thought I had food wedged between my teeth or something!" she replied. "I better get back to work though. Wouldn't want to get you trouble!" She strolled back to her desk, clicking her heels on the floor the entire way there. Crush.

Entry 35
Crush. Maybe I should just tell her how I feel. This is all so new to me. Heterosexual people have it easy. They don't have to fret about others' reactions or whether or not a person "swings that way." Why does this have to be so difficult? Maybe one day I will be able to confess my attraction to her; maybe not. All I know is that I want to take things slow. The first step in building a relationship is friendship. Crush.

To you.

Dear putrid pervert,
Every time I think about you I become nauseous. Your fat-filled body, greasy hair, and creepy stares make me shiver with disgust. It is not just me that feels this way toward you. Everyone thinks you are appalling. Why don't you just go into a dark room in your mind and pull down the drapes? Do us all a favor. No one wants to see your repulsive face. How do you live with yourself after what you did to me? Your soul is rotten to the core. I will never be able to feel safe and secure around an adult man again. Do you feel guilty? I hope so. I hope the thought of what you did makes you squirm. Trust me on this though. You will pay for what you did. I'll see you in court!
The worst of wishes,
Kayla