"It's starting," Bridgette screamed from below the third floor. When an answer did not return, she angrily ran/stomped up the stairs to my room, and pushed open the door. There, she found me, sitting on the floor, isolated in thick knit blankets staring into a tiny Nintendo DS screen.
"Just one more game, Mom..." I muttered.
"Sofie," Bridgette grabbed the DS from within my grasp and held it above my head. Even without it, my eyes didn't leave their position.
"Almost to the cave of enchantment, Mom..."
"You poor child." Bridgette sighed, taking my hand and dragging me step by step down the way she came. "I told you earlier to come by the pool! All the good seats are taken. The TV will barely be audible!"
I blinked my eyes a few times and looked up at her.
"Do I have to watch?"
"Do you have to watch?"
"What?"
"Yes." she scowled, turning her back to the disappearing door of my room.
"I just wanna watch it up there, Bridge!" I whined. She turned her golden eyes away from me as we turned the corner and entered the pool and hot tub area of Playa Day Losers ... or something. Chris had only mentioned the name of this place; this horrible place, this "sparkling paradise of a location", once. "To make the fallen comfortable," they say. But I know what it really is. A trap. A trap for pain and suffering ... and there is no escape.
"Alright!" Chris announced, gawking those perfect white teeth. "Are you all ready to watch the new episode, live?!"
Cheers roared from our small crowed of unwanted campers. Chris clicked on the plasma TV, and the pain began.
At first, it was funny to watch our Chef dress as a general or admiral or whatever that horrid man looked like and prance around telling those traitors who's boss ... all but one. I smiled, then, knowing that my Duncan didn't take any crap from Chef. He stood up for himself, making jokes along the way in retched situations such as these.
The humor enlightened when I saw Courtney get sick.
The humor decreased when I saw Duncan and her alone.
All eyes turned to me when they touched.
By the time their lips had met the humor had wadded up into a ball of lead and was dropped onto my heart 50 stories.
And then, only then was it silent. The laughter had ceased. So dead quiet everyone around me heard my slow, suffering tears plunge into the pool to dissolve and desperately try to escape my body, who's soul was fierce and frightened by what it saw. With my throat aching I slid against the wet grounds of the pool area trying to run or sprint and maybe even fall or fly just to get away.
--
Looking back on this moment I smile with a little embarrassment. Bridgette is one of my best friends. She helped me heal my obsession and desire for someone. Someone who had a great girl, but was caught and wrapped into a world of evil. Devoured by his own sick need for Courtney.
"Just one more game, Mom..." I muttered.
"Sofie," Bridgette grabbed the DS from within my grasp and held it above my head. Even without it, my eyes didn't leave their position.
"Almost to the cave of enchantment, Mom..."
"You poor child." Bridgette sighed, taking my hand and dragging me step by step down the way she came. "I told you earlier to come by the pool! All the good seats are taken. The TV will barely be audible!"
I blinked my eyes a few times and looked up at her.
"Do I have to watch?"
"Do you have to watch?"
"What?"
"Yes." she scowled, turning her back to the disappearing door of my room.
"I just wanna watch it up there, Bridge!" I whined. She turned her golden eyes away from me as we turned the corner and entered the pool and hot tub area of Playa Day Losers ... or something. Chris had only mentioned the name of this place; this horrible place, this "sparkling paradise of a location", once. "To make the fallen comfortable," they say. But I know what it really is. A trap. A trap for pain and suffering ... and there is no escape.
"Alright!" Chris announced, gawking those perfect white teeth. "Are you all ready to watch the new episode, live?!"
Cheers roared from our small crowed of unwanted campers. Chris clicked on the plasma TV, and the pain began.
At first, it was funny to watch our Chef dress as a general or admiral or whatever that horrid man looked like and prance around telling those traitors who's boss ... all but one. I smiled, then, knowing that my Duncan didn't take any crap from Chef. He stood up for himself, making jokes along the way in retched situations such as these.
The humor enlightened when I saw Courtney get sick.
The humor decreased when I saw Duncan and her alone.
All eyes turned to me when they touched.
By the time their lips had met the humor had wadded up into a ball of lead and was dropped onto my heart 50 stories.
And then, only then was it silent. The laughter had ceased. So dead quiet everyone around me heard my slow, suffering tears plunge into the pool to dissolve and desperately try to escape my body, who's soul was fierce and frightened by what it saw. With my throat aching I slid against the wet grounds of the pool area trying to run or sprint and maybe even fall or fly just to get away.
--
Looking back on this moment I smile with a little embarrassment. Bridgette is one of my best friends. She helped me heal my obsession and desire for someone. Someone who had a great girl, but was caught and wrapped into a world of evil. Devoured by his own sick need for Courtney.
April 6 2010.
WHO THE HELL DO THEY THINK THEY ARE!!!!
I WILL MOVE TO NEW YORK, WITH OWEN. APPEARENLY I'M NOT ALOUD TO SEE OWEN CAUSE HES.....FAT. He came to my house today.....and my parents sent him away! They never had a problem with fat people before! now i can't see him. they sent away Chris because he was too old, and now i have no one. But me and Owen are gonna move to new york, and with Duncan and Courtney's help we'll make a life there and never see my stupid parents again!
April 8 2010.
I have my bags packed. I'm not leaving till May. I wanna make sure that I'm prepared so we can do the basic plan that Duncan made up. me and owen would go down high way 57 to the train station. Then we would ride a cab to the airport where they would fly to new york. Duncan and courtney would be waiting. There was a small apartment that had been abandoned, we would stay there ubtil we had enough money to get a real condo.
WHO THE HELL DO THEY THINK THEY ARE!!!!
I WILL MOVE TO NEW YORK, WITH OWEN. APPEARENLY I'M NOT ALOUD TO SEE OWEN CAUSE HES.....FAT. He came to my house today.....and my parents sent him away! They never had a problem with fat people before! now i can't see him. they sent away Chris because he was too old, and now i have no one. But me and Owen are gonna move to new york, and with Duncan and Courtney's help we'll make a life there and never see my stupid parents again!
April 8 2010.
I have my bags packed. I'm not leaving till May. I wanna make sure that I'm prepared so we can do the basic plan that Duncan made up. me and owen would go down high way 57 to the train station. Then we would ride a cab to the airport where they would fly to new york. Duncan and courtney would be waiting. There was a small apartment that had been abandoned, we would stay there ubtil we had enough money to get a real condo.
justin:oh hello finale 4 it looks like today we will be trying out costumes
courteney:ok hot justin
justin:but still finale 4 lets all go to my closet and pick out some of my moms old clothes
bridgette:heres my outfit justin
justin:thats awesome bridgette
linsay:here hanna
justin:my names not hanna IM justin and thats a pritty cool costume
courteney:here justin
justin:that is an awesome costume courteney next
gwen:here justin
justin:thats sweat gwen
(IT looked like justin thought every costume was pritty hot but one he thought was pritty uncool)
justin:ok finale 4 who is safe is bridgette and gwen and its courteney vs linsay and the last name IM going to call is....................courteney
linsay:oh goodbye
every girl:have a nice trip linsay
linsay:well bye
justin:well well well if it isint the finale 3 gwen,bridgette,and courteney
THE END TLL NEXT TIME
courteney:ok hot justin
justin:but still finale 4 lets all go to my closet and pick out some of my moms old clothes
bridgette:heres my outfit justin
justin:thats awesome bridgette
linsay:here hanna
justin:my names not hanna IM justin and thats a pritty cool costume
courteney:here justin
justin:that is an awesome costume courteney next
gwen:here justin
justin:thats sweat gwen
(IT looked like justin thought every costume was pritty hot but one he thought was pritty uncool)
justin:ok finale 4 who is safe is bridgette and gwen and its courteney vs linsay and the last name IM going to call is....................courteney
linsay:oh goodbye
every girl:have a nice trip linsay
linsay:well bye
justin:well well well if it isint the finale 3 gwen,bridgette,and courteney
THE END TLL NEXT TIME
justin:the last name am going to call is leshawna
leshawna:ya babbey and that's how I roll!
justin:beth you have to walk the dock of shame because you were not my type
beth:ok just take me home I'll tell my dad I lost you
justin:ok then now the next challange is a kissing contest who ever is not a good kisser to me has to walk the dock of shame first up is eva
(justin had alot of fun with his girl's kissing and all that but justin did find one bad kisser!)
justin:ok then the names that get to stay is lashawna,bridgette,katie and sadie,izzy,gwen,courteney,lindsay,ok then this is a shocker heather against eva and the last name I'm gonna call is..............................
THE END TILL NEXT TIME
leshawna:ya babbey and that's how I roll!
justin:beth you have to walk the dock of shame because you were not my type
beth:ok just take me home I'll tell my dad I lost you
justin:ok then now the next challange is a kissing contest who ever is not a good kisser to me has to walk the dock of shame first up is eva
(justin had alot of fun with his girl's kissing and all that but justin did find one bad kisser!)
justin:ok then the names that get to stay is lashawna,bridgette,katie and sadie,izzy,gwen,courteney,lindsay,ok then this is a shocker heather against eva and the last name I'm gonna call is..............................
THE END TILL NEXT TIME