so i have had an amazing week there were a few bum[s in the road but overall they barely matter. i have a beautiful short story that is largely fictitious but loosely based on true events (comment your guesses on what parts are true) sorry it’s not the best written thin i have two exams tomorrow and there for this is not as important. i had a vegetarian no no but i think i will flesh that out another time when i can give it a whole post. and there was this mean twitter page that i managed to be posted on it’s called @URIfashionsucks if you are on twitter please report it because it is cyber bullying.
i learned yesterday that i am not failing any of my classes i am actually doing really well in everything. i have a fair deal of homework for my writing class to get done today but i know i can do it. yesterday was fat Tuesday or marti gras so i painted my nails and dressed quite festive, i preformed at an open mic and went to sleep smiling. i just learned that camp nanowrimo is open for the april sign up get on that and if you would like to be in my cabin you can request me my nanowrimo user name is okeefer19 even if we do not get into the same cabin feel free to send me nano mail i would love the encouragement and i would be happy to send some to you my writing friends. i will do a post on camp nano in april.
next week i will be on spring break so that should be cool. lots of good stuff that is what you should be taking away from this i hope your day is a nice as mine is for two in a row. so now for the short story.
Another Friday night I plan on sitting alone in my room watching TV and eating ice-cream like a lonely single girl. I have no problem with my plan actually it sounds really nice a good way to spend a night. But when plans come along that are even better how can I say no to this my friend inviting me to the local trampoline park. I can bounce away the loneliness by surrounding myself with friends and happy bouncing children.
I arrive in a mini van driven by my best friend Sarah the girl who invited me along in the first place. She brought a few of our mutual friends and her boyfriend James. He’s so nice and she is so pretty together they make me slightly jealous. Sarah looks cute unlike me wearing gym shorts and a school t shirt. I look like I am going to gym class and Sarah looks like she is on a date. Oh how our wardrobes explain our life.
We all bounce jumping from square to square each tile a single trampoline and the edges are angled up for trick jumps. I am too fearful to flip but I can fly and boy does that feel like a rush of relief. Each jump propelling me into the air even if only for a short while. There are loads of children half my height but only a few teenagers. There is one boy with dark hair and a little stubble on his face I feel like he keeps looking at me but that may be in my mind. There are after all only so many things to look at and better to stare at me than a six year old. After bouncing for half an hour I take a break by getting in line for the foam pit. It has all of these huge green and grey colored cubes of foam that you can jump right into. I have never done something like this before but it seems cool. Like diving into a pool of water but no risk of a painful belly flop.
I reach the front of the line, my heart is pounding, I run for the pool I want to flip but not now this is a test run to see that all is safe. My body hits the cubes and sinks in, I am surrounded by neon green and muted grey. Yet I feel light and loose like I had been locked into place in the middle of a jigsaw puzzle and now the whole picture has be shattered, broken into a thousand cardboard pieces and I am one of them. The sharp double toot from the attendant’s whistle make me slowly grow aware of reality once again but I am truthfully stuck in bliss. I flail around but my footing goes nowhere, I need help to escape but being trapped is amazing. The attendant is angered but does not come to my rescue. Instead it is the boy from the trampolines who kept looking at me, he reaches out a hand. I wiggle and stretch and our touch feels electric, the wattage coursing through our body’s is a distraction from leaving the foam heaven.
“Looked like you could use a hand.” Says the boy, as he pulls me up to eye level. His are grey with a tint of green and I can’t help myself for thoughts I am having for him. We kiss. Because I feel like I have to do something to him with him or else we will both be two lost puzzle pieces that may never find their place next to each other.
I thought his touch was electric but if so then this is radioactive, I have never been kissed before and now I really want to be kissed again. “What’s your name?” I ask my dreamy eyed first.
“Lucas” he whispers and I am all of the way out of the pit, being escorted to the exit. “And you are,”
“Amanda, can I kiss you again?”
“Yeah.” Lucas whispers. He runs his hands through my hair and it feels good but it is not the fire that came from the first time.
We exchange numbers and decide to start going out, but over the next few months the novelty wears off more and more, I realize I am not in love at least not with Lucas. I think about leaving but I would have nowhere to go so I stay until he drops the puzzle that we spent six months putting together claiming we had grown apart. I could not have agreed more. And that we need to see other people. The night of our break up I do not cry, although I am sad about losing my boy I did not lose my love and now I have a chance to find the person who makes me feel not just once but all the time. I am not a puzzle piece at all instead I am another metaphor but I haven’t figured out what the right one is yet.
watching a movie for film in the library before the real work gets started. (the godfather part 1)