Aeonity Blog Personal Web Log Home Profile Friends Previous Page Next Page story--pt. II Jan 28th, 2004 11:29:03 pm - Subscribe I was sitting on my bench when she walked up to me the next day, sandwitch bag in hand. Her dark brown hair reminded me of Hershey's special dark candy bar, which I happened to be craving at the time. Her hair came down to about her shoulders and framed her face perfectly. She was pale but had rosey cheekes and a light dusting of freckles. Her eyes were the color of the sky on a warm summer day in late July. She was 4' 9" tall and looked like an angel fallen straight from heaven just for me. Everyone she passed turned to look at her, guys and girls alike. She had on a pair of faded blue jeans and a plain red t-shirt. Even at 12, she had curves. "Hi. Here's your sandwitch," she said cheerfully and stuck the bag out. Our hands touched for a moment and it felt like magic to be touched lovingly again."Now for that story.....?" she asked, interrupting my thoughts. She stared at me like a loving little puppy waiting for a pat on the head. "Can't I eat first? Jesus...." I muttered. I instantly regretted it, though. She was a good little Mormon girl that didn't want to hear that! I watched for a reaction. None came. "Aren't you Mormon?" I wondered aloud. "Suppoesed to be. Only around my parents. Aren't you going to eat?" She awnsered like it was nothing. I opened the bag she had handed me. It fely a bit heavy for just a sandwitch....There was a chunk of Special Dark inside! I started to eat my sandwitch. It was amazing! I hadn't had anything made just for me in ages! When I finished the sandwitch, I had to know....."How did you know I was craving chocolate?" "I didn't. I felt like the sandwitch wasn't enough so I put the only other thing I could get my hands on it with it. You were craving it? Wow. Lucky guess!" She shuged and stared at me with that look again..... "Ok, ok, here goes. My parents used to beat me. They would take all their drunken anger out on me. They would put out their cigerettes on me," I pulled up my sleeve to show her some of the burns. "The worst ones are on my back and thighs. They even stabbed me a couple times. By the time I was 10 I had seen a couple shows where the main charicter runs away to get away. You know those? Well, the day after my 10th birthday, while my parents were still passed out on the couch, I packed some clothes, grabbed a key, and snuck out. I loked the door after me then dropped the key down a storm drain. I went to the bank, withdrew all my money from my accounts and closed them. I didn't want them to get a single penny of intrest. I went to the Greyhound station and bought a ticket to Hollywood just as the bus pulled up. When I got there, everyone had someone to pick them up, except for me. That's when I realized that I was on my own, no one cared a flying fuck about me. I wondered around for a little bit, trying to find a place to live. I thought I found a vacant building to live in, but when I got in there, THERE WERE PEOPLE! I was scared shitless! I jumped about 3 feet in the air! They told me not to worry and asked if I needed a place to stay. I was thinking, 'No, I just like to randomly break in to places with a backpack full of stuff.' I sayed there for a while untill I got bored there. I begged enough money off people to get another bus ticket. I decided to call home and see how things were going. I regret even calling. They were so mad I'm suprised their heads didn't pop off! They didn't miss me at all!" My head was down in her lap by this point and cring silently. I had a huge lump in my thoat and couldn't talk anymore. She sat stroaing my hair and letting me get it all out. "it's ok. Their gone now. Just let it all out. Set it free. Don't let it be you." she kept saying it over and over again untill I was all cried out. I sat up. "Maybe you should go," I whispered. I still couldn't talk. It was already getting dark and I didn't want her to get in trouble. "Ok. I won't be coming tomorrow. I have church. I'll try to come Monday, though. I go to the school down the street if you're wondering." She got up and started to walk slowly home. "Look for me then." I said just loud enough for us to hear. "Meet me by the kindergarten playground. I'll see you there," she started walking again, but it was obicous to see she didn't want to go. (0) Comments Mood: restless woop. Jan 27th, 2004 9:16:37 pm - Subscribe I'm in school right now.....I'm so bored.....It's the last period of the day and I'm in geography class. The schedule shanges from day to day here (it could be 1726534 one day and 2631574 the next) and today the schedule today is 7A24531. We had an assembly today....It was really boring. I'm in my beloved pyjama pants! AND my lucky boxers! WOO! It feels like today is Friday.... yet it is only Tuesday.....::sigh:: I WANT TO GO HOME NOW AND EAT!!!! grrr...... I only have 33 minutes of class left.....only 33.....THE WHOPPERS AT HOME ARE CALLING ME!!!!! In all their malted milk ball goodness...::drools:: I'm going to go now, before I go mad with hunger..... (0) Comments Mood: excited My story Jan 26th, 2004 3:35:40 pm - Subscribe I was sitting on a park bench the day I met him. I was enjoying nature at it's best the day my life changed. If it's for better or worse, it's up to you. It was a warm day in early May. It had just rained and I was enjoying the flowers while the rest of the world remained inside untill things dried off completely. I had just sat down when he came up to me. "May I ask what you are doing outside all by yourself?" The boy asked. He was about 5' tall with wavy, jet black hair that came down to his shoulders. He was very pale and had eyes the color of the midnight sky. He had on a teal colored hoodie that looked like it had seen better days. It had stars and moons sprinkled over it. He had on a pair of Levi blue jeans that looked to be 5 sizes too big. They were held up by a combination of a trashed leather belt with a silver Johne Deere belt buckle and his own hand. "I'm admiring the view......or I was, untill I was so rudely inturrupted," I replied with a hint od discust in my voice. "Hey, Don't get all pissy with me," he said defensively with arms raised as if to say 'I'm not armed!' "I was just trying to be freindly!" He sat down next to me. He smelled as if year-old gym socks, rotten eggs, and fish had been blended together and left out for a month."Oh, and seeing how we're going to be bench-mates for a while, my name's Zander." "Bemch-buddies?" I mocked. "Can't you find your own bench?" "I did. And your sitting on it," he leaned me forward and pointed to the back of the bench. There, carved neatly into the wood, were the words, 'Zander's bench.' "Oh, I replied shyly. "I don't feel like moving. The view is good from here. Are you here often enough it claim your own bench or somthing?" I asked, trying to keep the conversation light. "I live here, as a matter of fact. I'm a runaway," there went the light conversation. That explains the nasty odor, too. That's all I have time for right now. Maybe when I get home, I'll put more up. (0) Comments Mood: restless school Jan 26th, 2004 3:10:58 pm - Subscribe Ok. I'm at schol right now.....in Geography class.......and I'm really bored. I have an hour to kill, so I think I'll put the chunk of story I've written up. WEEEEEEEEEE! (0) Comments Mood: bored out of my mind. Please say it isn't so! Jan 26th, 2004 4:48:39 am - Subscribe oh god.......oh god......please say no.......::hides in dark corner:: It seems to me right now that dashtabs.com is no more! NOOOOO!!!!!! I had stuff on there that I don't have on paper!!!! NOOOO!!!!!! Ignore the site in the last post. It doesn't work. even if you cut & paste. I have now found a use for geography class. (we're using computers in there.) I must go now.....I need to figure out a reasonable awnser to this..... (0) Comments Mood: aggravated This site and all of its contents © Copyright yourname.com, 2001 All Rights Reserved.