"Who ate all the Cookies?" I asked frustrated.
"Don't ask me. Probably Lily," he responded distractedly, as he flipped through the Sports News magazine. Every Wednesday night Brian has to babysit his younger seven year old sister Lily. Brian manages to drag me over to his house and help watch her. Its better than being home with my rotten day. Its been almost two weeks since the little incident. We talk to each other like nothing really happened but then again we are used to all these out breaks. The worse one was two years ago. But lets not get into that. I still get shivers just thinking about it. Brian's dad is in charge of a huge corporation called the "Administration Services of United States of America" and his mum is a sports psychiatrist. They are really rich.
"Briaaaaaaaaan" yelled Lily from across the living room. She sat comfortably on the blue cushioned sofa watching Dragon Tales.
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?" Brian yelled right back.
"I need you! I spilled my Coa Coa on the new carpet mummy bought," Lily wailed.
"Ah crap. Not again Lily! How many times have I told you not to bring drinks and food into the living room?" Brian shouted throwing the paper perfunctorily onto the kitchen counter. He grabbed the huge role of paper towels across from him.
"Just a sec"
"Take your time. I'll be scavenging through your refrigerator in the meantime. Honestly, where is all the food in this house?"
Just at that moment the doorbell rang.It obviously wasn't his parents. His dad usually gets home around 11 every night and this is the one night his mum stays late for work for her therapy class which she teaches to college students.
"Man, could you get that?" Brian said warily. I walked past them, Lily's face filled with concern as she watched her brother try to clean the stained carpet.
I peared out the window catching a gimpse of a tall brown haired girl. I opened the door.
"Oh hey Nick. Is Brian busy?" Asked Amy. She was wearing on a big black jacket and jeans.
Her hair was messily tied up in a pony tail. She was practically shivering to death due to the sixty degree weather outside.
"No, we were just babysitting Lily. You can come in," I said. I felt a sense of worriness as she rushed past me and into the living room. I followed her.
"Hey babes, I thought you had soccer practice tonight?"
"Amy!" squealed Lily running to hug her.
"She's on the soccer team as well!?" I blurted out. She turned and looked at me with the expression saying "Yes-but-now-is-really-not-the-time-so-shut-up"
"Sorry" I mumbled. I stood leaning against the side wall as Amy began to speak.
"Something happened. Something really bad."
Brian slowly retreated himself up and stared intently to his girlfriends eyes.
"What happened?"
"Its Erica"
Friday, May 16, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
The bell rang ending Second hour: Trigonometry. I cant stand that class. All these derivitives and letters mixed with numbers. How did letters get involved with numbers in the first place? Math should only be about numbers. If only life were that easy. This lousy Monday mourning hasn't exactly been the way I planned it to be. I had just been given a surprise quiz in Trig that I totally and completely failed, I have a huge lab packet due by 6th hour which I haven't even started on, for some reason I have a B in English (my FAVOURITE class), I didn't get any sleep last night thanks to my mum for arriving home at four in the mourning, SAT's are coming up for me in a month, and I recently found out my best friend Cathy has a new secret mystery man that she has been hiding from me for the past month! Oh yeah. I have a lot on my plate. Especially in the school department area. Plus, having to be forced to be stuck in the same breathing area as Nick for two whole long hours every other day of my unlucky life... isn't exactly helping. Thank goodness I wont have to deal with gym today, though unfortunately I ended up having to deal with something much worse. As I neared in the direction of my next class, Early Childhood 3, I saw Todd Sanchez. Maybe he didn't see me yet. I jerked around way too quickly causing my to bump into a small freshman girl, knocking over all her papers and books.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't- Are you-I'm really sorry," I said nervously rushing my words as I bent down to help her.
"Its not your fault, I should have been more careful," said the innocent big-green eyed girl.
"Aw, look who has stumbled upon us," said a voice not too far behind me. Mybe he's talking to the freshman I almost ramned over, I prayed.
I stood up cautiously with the Freshamn girl in front of me, looking enrvously behind me.
"I better go" she whispered walking hurriedly away from me and my death.
I turned around.
"What do you want now?" I asked. I tried my best to look as itimidating as possible with my arms crossed against my black shirt writing saying "Stay Fit. Eat healthy. Die anyway" One of my favourite sayings. Unfortunately, I am the least intimidating person on this earth. Even if I try to act mean and annoyed, people just find it funny. Like I said, nothing ever works out my way.
"I missed you at the party Saturday, you should of been there babe." He smiled his cunning smile reaching for my shoulder. I recoiled.
"Keep your disgusting hands off of me you jerk" I said harshly. He's a big boy. He can handle a few cruel words. Kids continued to rush pass on hoping to make it in time for class. I swear if he makes me late one more time-
"You better watch what you say to me." His face turned into a cold stare. He pushed past me speeding off towards class just as the minute bell rang. Ah! I'm going to be late! And what the hell did he mean by that? I better watch out? Great. One more misery to add to my never ending list.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't- Are you-I'm really sorry," I said nervously rushing my words as I bent down to help her.
"Its not your fault, I should have been more careful," said the innocent big-green eyed girl.
"Aw, look who has stumbled upon us," said a voice not too far behind me. Mybe he's talking to the freshman I almost ramned over, I prayed.
I stood up cautiously with the Freshamn girl in front of me, looking enrvously behind me.
"I better go" she whispered walking hurriedly away from me and my death.
I turned around.
"What do you want now?" I asked. I tried my best to look as itimidating as possible with my arms crossed against my black shirt writing saying "Stay Fit. Eat healthy. Die anyway" One of my favourite sayings. Unfortunately, I am the least intimidating person on this earth. Even if I try to act mean and annoyed, people just find it funny. Like I said, nothing ever works out my way.
"I missed you at the party Saturday, you should of been there babe." He smiled his cunning smile reaching for my shoulder. I recoiled.
"Keep your disgusting hands off of me you jerk" I said harshly. He's a big boy. He can handle a few cruel words. Kids continued to rush pass on hoping to make it in time for class. I swear if he makes me late one more time-
"You better watch what you say to me." His face turned into a cold stare. He pushed past me speeding off towards class just as the minute bell rang. Ah! I'm going to be late! And what the hell did he mean by that? I better watch out? Great. One more misery to add to my never ending list.
Friday, May 9, 2008
"I am thrilled that you and your son Nick could make it tonight," said my Basketball Coach Niles shaking my dad's hand as if he had just met the president. We took our seats at the fancy table decorated with a red table cloth and two candles placed in the center of the table.
"This is my wife Laurie," Coach said smiling tenderly at his wife as she extended her right hand to greet him. Her fluffly blonde hair and very blue eyes made her look like one of those dolls. She didn't look old at all. Her skin shone from the flickering candles.
"Pleasure to meet you," my dad said smiling as best he could. Such a fake smile I thought to myself. I cant believe my dad even agreed to their invitation. He's always going on in disbelief to how I even made the Varsity Basketball team. Raving on about how naive my Coach was for allowing me to play on it. My dad wasn't always like this. When I mentioned the part about entering high school and things taking a major turn for the worse, well...I didn't just mean my friendship with Cathy.
"Well, you probably know that Nick has become one of our most improved players on our all star Basketball team," said Coach proudly. His wife sat quietly next to him beaming at me. I sat there, my foot tapping (a nervous habit) and my back against the chair, nervously unsure of where my Coach was heading. He glanced over in my direction his eyes sparkling.
"Hello I'm Kristen, I'll be serving you today. Are you ready to order drinks?" the tall red-head waitress asked in a thick southern accent.
"Yes, my wife and I will have sweetened tea please," he said. It was extremely weird, almost awkward seeing my Coach not in his usual sports uniform. Tonight he was wearing actual dress clothes and he was actually talking. Not screaming for once in his life.
"I'll have beer and he'll have water," my dad said. Sure, start making my orders for me why dont you? Oh to make it even better, why dont you attach a leash to my neck and just totally and completely take control of my life??
"Well, the reason we asked you Mr. Shade-" "Call me Sam"
"Sam. We think...we know that Nick has the potential to get a full basketball scholarship. Since his Senior year is just around the corner we have gotten in touch with some of the best coaches at colleges..." As my coach continued to ramble on, he was totally oblivious to what he was doing to me dad. I could feel him tensing up. My stomach twisted. The knot growing as my coach continued to talk about all the possibilites I had. I sat there dead still anticipating the disapproval words my dad would respond with.
"...and thats why we thought it would be best to ask your first. There is a summer program that is taken place at the University of San Diego. It's only for the college students there, but they're trying out a new system and are allowing exceptionally good players like your son to attend." He paused waiting for just one sign of happiness or excitement from my father. His face remained blank and emotionless.
"Um, if its money your concerned about, we wouldn't mind paying half-"
"Its not that," my dad interrupted his voice sounding impatient. Please dont make a scene or at least make me look like an idiot I pleaded in my mind. I had not said one word the whole night. Mainly to the fact that last night I had been getting really drunk at Megan's party, when I told myself I wasn't going to. But then one drink led to another and I found myself dancing and drinking and having a blast. Thank goodness Erica had called, saying something had come up and couldn't make it. She actually sounded panicky now that I think about it. Probably a broken nail or something.
"I'm thrilled that you think so highly of my son, but personally, I dont think he's necessarily ready for this big step just yet"
My stomach churned with anger. How the hell does he know whether i'm ready or not! He hasn't been to a single one of my games!
"Not ready? I have been training every day for the past year and a half, how can I NOT be ready?" My voice raising louder then I wanted. My hands were tightened in a clenched fist underneath the table. My dad's face tightened even more, which I didn't think was possible. My coach and his wife stared at me as if I had just slapped their faces.
"May I be excused?" I asked reaching for my cell phone and straining to get up from my seat. No one said anything. I concluded that it was my signal to leave. I rushed past the staring faces and into the men's bathroom. Was it me or did it just get really quiet out there? The bathroom was decently clean and had a faint smell of Aerosol Spray. The three sinks on the left were white with drops of water and soap splattered across the countertop. I walked pass the stalls making sure none of them were occupied. When I knew for sure there was no one around, I quickly went into one of the stalls locking the door securely. Apparently the last person here didn't know how to handle toilet paper very well, considering it was stuffed in the toilet and scraps all over the floor. He leaned against the stall door, glancing at his phone. At that exact moment, a familiar voice echoed throughtout the bathroom.
Nick, are you in here?" I could hear his footsteps nearing closer towards me. I opened the door and stepped out.
"Lets go, were leaving"
The ride home was deafening. Funny part was not a word was spoken the whole ride until I made it worse by blurting out
"I have a game Thursday night. Maybe for once in your life you could actually come to one so i can prove to you how good I've actually gotten," I said staring out the passenger window, way to scared to look at my dad straight in the eye.
"You may have gotten better, but you'll never be as good as you used to be," he said matter of factly.
"You mean I'll never make it because Daniel never did." The minute those words came out of my mouth I regreted it instantly.
"Daniel! This has absolutely nothing to do with him and his damn mistakes! He's the last thing on my mind and I plan to keep it that way. I told you we dont speak of him around me or anyone else for that matter, you got that?"
"Hey! Look at me!"
I relunctantly turned to him in disgust.
"He's your son for crying out loud-"
"Nick! Do you understand me?"
It was pointless. I couldn't get through to him. First it was mum, then Daniel and now I was going to be next.
"Yes."
The night remained twice as worse as it was before. The knot in my stomach was bigger than ever and my chest was aching. My dad is the one person who makes me angrier than anyone else. I dont know why. Since half of my life he's barely been around in. Sometimes I think I could have been better off with no parents at all.
"This is my wife Laurie," Coach said smiling tenderly at his wife as she extended her right hand to greet him. Her fluffly blonde hair and very blue eyes made her look like one of those dolls. She didn't look old at all. Her skin shone from the flickering candles.
"Pleasure to meet you," my dad said smiling as best he could. Such a fake smile I thought to myself. I cant believe my dad even agreed to their invitation. He's always going on in disbelief to how I even made the Varsity Basketball team. Raving on about how naive my Coach was for allowing me to play on it. My dad wasn't always like this. When I mentioned the part about entering high school and things taking a major turn for the worse, well...I didn't just mean my friendship with Cathy.
"Well, you probably know that Nick has become one of our most improved players on our all star Basketball team," said Coach proudly. His wife sat quietly next to him beaming at me. I sat there, my foot tapping (a nervous habit) and my back against the chair, nervously unsure of where my Coach was heading. He glanced over in my direction his eyes sparkling.
"Hello I'm Kristen, I'll be serving you today. Are you ready to order drinks?" the tall red-head waitress asked in a thick southern accent.
"Yes, my wife and I will have sweetened tea please," he said. It was extremely weird, almost awkward seeing my Coach not in his usual sports uniform. Tonight he was wearing actual dress clothes and he was actually talking. Not screaming for once in his life.
"I'll have beer and he'll have water," my dad said. Sure, start making my orders for me why dont you? Oh to make it even better, why dont you attach a leash to my neck and just totally and completely take control of my life??
"Well, the reason we asked you Mr. Shade-" "Call me Sam"
"Sam. We think...we know that Nick has the potential to get a full basketball scholarship. Since his Senior year is just around the corner we have gotten in touch with some of the best coaches at colleges..." As my coach continued to ramble on, he was totally oblivious to what he was doing to me dad. I could feel him tensing up. My stomach twisted. The knot growing as my coach continued to talk about all the possibilites I had. I sat there dead still anticipating the disapproval words my dad would respond with.
"...and thats why we thought it would be best to ask your first. There is a summer program that is taken place at the University of San Diego. It's only for the college students there, but they're trying out a new system and are allowing exceptionally good players like your son to attend." He paused waiting for just one sign of happiness or excitement from my father. His face remained blank and emotionless.
"Um, if its money your concerned about, we wouldn't mind paying half-"
"Its not that," my dad interrupted his voice sounding impatient. Please dont make a scene or at least make me look like an idiot I pleaded in my mind. I had not said one word the whole night. Mainly to the fact that last night I had been getting really drunk at Megan's party, when I told myself I wasn't going to. But then one drink led to another and I found myself dancing and drinking and having a blast. Thank goodness Erica had called, saying something had come up and couldn't make it. She actually sounded panicky now that I think about it. Probably a broken nail or something.
"I'm thrilled that you think so highly of my son, but personally, I dont think he's necessarily ready for this big step just yet"
My stomach churned with anger. How the hell does he know whether i'm ready or not! He hasn't been to a single one of my games!
"Not ready? I have been training every day for the past year and a half, how can I NOT be ready?" My voice raising louder then I wanted. My hands were tightened in a clenched fist underneath the table. My dad's face tightened even more, which I didn't think was possible. My coach and his wife stared at me as if I had just slapped their faces.
"May I be excused?" I asked reaching for my cell phone and straining to get up from my seat. No one said anything. I concluded that it was my signal to leave. I rushed past the staring faces and into the men's bathroom. Was it me or did it just get really quiet out there? The bathroom was decently clean and had a faint smell of Aerosol Spray. The three sinks on the left were white with drops of water and soap splattered across the countertop. I walked pass the stalls making sure none of them were occupied. When I knew for sure there was no one around, I quickly went into one of the stalls locking the door securely. Apparently the last person here didn't know how to handle toilet paper very well, considering it was stuffed in the toilet and scraps all over the floor. He leaned against the stall door, glancing at his phone. At that exact moment, a familiar voice echoed throughtout the bathroom.
Nick, are you in here?" I could hear his footsteps nearing closer towards me. I opened the door and stepped out.
"Lets go, were leaving"
The ride home was deafening. Funny part was not a word was spoken the whole ride until I made it worse by blurting out
"I have a game Thursday night. Maybe for once in your life you could actually come to one so i can prove to you how good I've actually gotten," I said staring out the passenger window, way to scared to look at my dad straight in the eye.
"You may have gotten better, but you'll never be as good as you used to be," he said matter of factly.
"You mean I'll never make it because Daniel never did." The minute those words came out of my mouth I regreted it instantly.
"Daniel! This has absolutely nothing to do with him and his damn mistakes! He's the last thing on my mind and I plan to keep it that way. I told you we dont speak of him around me or anyone else for that matter, you got that?"
"Hey! Look at me!"
I relunctantly turned to him in disgust.
"He's your son for crying out loud-"
"Nick! Do you understand me?"
It was pointless. I couldn't get through to him. First it was mum, then Daniel and now I was going to be next.
"Yes."
The night remained twice as worse as it was before. The knot in my stomach was bigger than ever and my chest was aching. My dad is the one person who makes me angrier than anyone else. I dont know why. Since half of my life he's barely been around in. Sometimes I think I could have been better off with no parents at all.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Quotes
*One*
After all, you can only be in a bad mood for so long before you have to face up to the fact that isn't a bad mood at all. it's just your sucky personality.*Two*
life changes every minute of every day. you lose friends. you gain friends. you realize your friend wasn't ever really your friend, & that person you used to hate can make a really good friend. you look for love. you find love. you lose love. you realize all long that you've been loved. you laugh. you cry. you laugh so hard that you cry. you do this, you do that. you really wish you hadn't done that. you then learn from that & are glad that you did. you have your ups. you have your downs. you see good movies. you see bad movies. you wonder if your life is just one big movie. you look at others & wish you were them. you then realize who they are & are glad that you're you. you love life. you hate life. in the end you just find yourself happy to be living life, no matter what's thrown at you.
*Three*
Be brave. even if you're not, pretend to be. no one can tell the difference.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
~Love~
Love cannot be described in words but it can be compared to a red rose fully blossomed in Spring. With each petal perfect in its own unique way. From each side shines a beauty so magical and discrete, that you dont know what love truly is until you experience it.
First time
hiii =) Wanted to let you guys know that this is my first blog so hopefully you will enjoy my pieces if not, then i'll just have to try harder ^^ Heres some info about me. I'll make it brief and short so i dont bore anyone to death...I'm Natasha. Lived in london for 10 yrs. Moved to America in 2002. I play tennis. Boyfriend moved to california this summer =( so i'm currently in a long distance relationship. I am recently a junior in high school. I think i made it pretty short =P ok now to introduce my first piece. Its gonna be a poem =) Enjoy!
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