July 30, 2009

Picture of Stephanie

This is a picture of Stephanie. I'm the type of person who needs a visual for my stories. This girl is absolutely gorgeous. Her eyes totally made me think of my character. I usually always go for the emo/scene girls because they sometimes have attitude when they take pictures. Trust me, that's a good thing. Especially for me. Man this girl is just perfect. You can see the innocence in her but deep down inside you know somethings going on. I love it! Her hair too! :D I'm so glad I found her and now I should go change my description of her in my first chapter. Anyways I decided to do something different... Sometimes I get a little tense while writing the same story so then I start writing other stories... So I've decided to let you guys send me pictures and I'll write a story about it. Or I can just find pictures and write a story about it. Either one but I'd rather have you guys send me some because it will make it more fun and I think you'd probably be proud knowing that you picked that picture for my blog. Haha. :] Please leave comments ... And pictures!! :]

July 14, 2009

Chapter 3

"Aw shiitake mushrooms..."

I sit up and put my head in my hands and find Ricky staring down at me with a worried expression. "Are you okay?" he says. I didn't know what to say. I was okay but then I wasn't okay at the same time. "Are you okay?" he repeats.

He puts his hand gently on my back like if it wasn't there my back would magically collapse and I'd be paralyzed. "Get your hands off my back before I scream bloody murder," I say. My voice was kinda croaky but he still knew what I said and took his hand off my back. He smirks and says, "Well somebody woke up on the wrong side of the court." I look up at him and say, "HA. HA. Your so funny Ricky. You should go to a comedy show where the only people who will probably laugh at your jokes are the eighty year old people because they can't hear you." I hear a couple people behind me snicker and laugh. Ricky just smiles and says, "Good one miss high and mighty who thinks shes better than everyone. I think that person who threw the ball at your head had good reason to, considering your snooty attitude and bratty expressions." Now that made me crack a smile just a tad because of my hood nobody can even see my expressions which means either he must be really close to my face or.... Hes a spy. I'd rather him be a spy.

"Just back off," I say aggravated. He puts his hand out. "Come on you need help getting up, just take it and I will never speak of it again." I reluctantly took his hand and as soon as I got up I could definitely feel that woozy-I'm-going-to-throw-up feeling. He lets me grab on to his arm so that I can't fall over. He tries propping me up but everything is spinning and my mind is in a whole other world. I don't know what I'm doing. Then all of a sudden I black out. Again.
"Hello? Miss? Wake up." I hear a voice outside of my head. Is someone trying to talk to me? I turn over to my other side and find that its too much effort considering my whole body is sore. "Hello? You awake?" I open my eyes real quick and this light bulb is literally right above me. Jesus, can someone get that thing away from me? "Move the light bulb," I say while covering my eyes with my forearm. "Okay dear." The lady moves the light bulb towards the door directly opposite of my eyes. Good.

"So how are we feeling?" the lady has some kind of accent and is wearing a plain purple shirt with jeans and white tennis shoes. Her hair is short and extremely curly. The curls keep bouncing as she moves her head around. She has dark brown eyes that show warmth and motherhood. Someone like this almost makes me have hope that there are people out there with hearts and understanding. Even if the world is coming to a complete end. Considering the global warming, extinction of animals, lack of food for poor, little provisions and protection for those around us, and people who are losing their houses. Yet here is this woman with kind eyes and an inviting smile that lets you know everything is going to be okay. No wonder they hired her for this job. For retards like me to feel comforted when they wake up from an embarrassing black out from a stupid verb ball. How is that even possible to black out from that?

I try grabbing on to the sides of the chair/bed thing to push my body up so then I can sit but I feel like a total weakling. "Need help?" the woman says. I nod and she comes to grab my arms while I'm trying to push the momentum of my body upwards. After about a humiliating five minutes of me pushing my body and her pulling my arms forward I finally sit up on the chair. The woman pants slightly and tries to act like I was some feather. Believe me I am no feather.

"Put your arm out deary. I need to give you this shot so that the medicine can help the pain in your head," the woman says as shes filling the needle with some clear liquid. I know I should know what that liquid is called considering we did a whole unit on needles and stuff that prevents pain and junk.

She kind of wipes my arm with a cloth that has something on it and is prepared to stick me with this deadly utensil... All of a sudden I have this flashback of how when I was a kid we had to get shots before we were allowed in school. When the doctor came in all smiley and cheery I thought he was gonna be his nice old self and give me a lollipop or balloon and take my height and weight, the normal stuff. When he popped out this killer needle I screamed. The kids outside the door and mothers were panicking thinking I was probably being murdered. My mother rushed to my side and covered my mouth with her hands. I specifically remember her having fake red nails on because they were digging into my cheek. The doctor, kind of startled, took my arm. As he was about to inject that poisonous (it is poisonous when your a child) into me I jerked my arm away and shot landed right on the chair. It was sticking up and it took three people to get it out. I was crying the whole time. Then the doctor, kind of irritated, faking his smile, took my arm firmly and put it in me. That's when I knew that if I ever again came close to a needle I would be traumatized for the rest of my life and now here is this lady about to put the shot in me and its freaking me out.

I stare at the ceiling, counting sheep. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.... Then it was over. The woman stands over my face and says, "All done. I'm Claudia by the way. Never formally introduced myself. Shame on me. Here take this." She hands me a green lollipop. "I know how young people love candy. Even you older ones. Enjoy. Oh and you can leave now. Your mother is waiting for you." "Thank you Claudia," I say with as much sincerity as possible.

Claudia was a nice woman but the needle thing still creeps me out. I check my arm and find a smiley face band aid. I love it. Its very cute and adorable. I don't care if I'm in high school, it looks fabulous.

"Oh my god Stephanie. I can't believe you. You... You..." I smile. My mom has no words what so ever. "Mom... Don't ruin the moment. I'm tired. I just got bashed on the head and blacked out twice and took a shot from a woman named Claudia whose sweet and gave me a smiley face band aid... Don't ruin this moment." As I keep walking my mother walks behind me in silence. I hop in the car and put on my seat belt. I see my backpack is already in the backseat. When my mom finally gets in the car she says, "Stephanie I was worried about you. Don't you ever do that again." "It wasn't my fault mom," I say irritated. I don't have magical powers that can make a flippin verb ball hurl at my head. She smiles and says, "Its always your fault. No matter what." I haven't heard her say that in a long time. So I smile back.

July 11, 2009

Chapter 2

"Hey Ricky! You wanna come to the pool party on Friday?" That's the first thing I hear everyday when I walk through the school doors. I am late so its pretty empty right now but no matter what I always here Tony Walker asking Ricky Evan to go to some party on Friday. You'd think after how many times Tony keeps asking Ricky he'd learn that Ricky hates going to parties. Ricky even plain out said, "I don't like parties dude. Stop asking." Yet poor naive Tony keeps asking.

I guess Tony won't just let it go so he says, "Dude come on. Just one time. It'll be cool. No alcohol or drugs or anything. Just a couple of boys and girls hanging out and talking. Totally chill Ricky." Ricky gives him one of those will-you-just-back-off-you-freaking-jerk looks. I'm so good at telling what kind of looks people are giving to people. "Dude just once," Tony pleads. Ricky turns around and he spots me down the corridor. I swallow hard and stare at the floor acting like I saw nothing. "I'll go if you can get her to go," Rocky points at me. NO. I don't want to go. Never in a million years will I ever go. Tony rolls his eyes and says, "Dude are you serious? Her? Nobody even knows her to begin with. Even I don't know her." Ouch. Now that hurt but I don't take it personal because that's a good thing nobody notices me. I wanted to be invisible so I got it. All is good. Ricky smiles widely and says, "Either you get her to go or there's no way in heck I'm going to that party." I keep walking towards my locker so then I can drop my books off. Dang it. That means I have to pass them. Man!

Tony sighs and walks towards me. I keep staring at the floor. No eye contact. No eye contact. No eye contact. Look away. Don't you dare look at him. Don't you dare Stephanie. "Hey," Tony says as his hands are in his front pockets rummaging for something and I do exactly what I've been trying not to do, I look him straight in the eyes.

I ignore him again and just keep walking. "Don't ignore me. I know you heard me. The least you could do is say hi back or something," he says kind of with an annoyed and irritated tone. "Hi," I say irritated. I don't mind saying hi but that's all hes getting. "I was wondering if you'd want to go to a pool party this Friday?" I finally reach my locker and I unlock it in two seconds. Shoot, I'm going to be SO late for class if he keeps this trying to talk to me thing. I throw my books in the back and grab my science book and a couple pens and pencils and shove them in the front pocket of my bag. All the while Tony is leaning against the locker next to me and is waiting for my reply to his question. "So do you want to come?" I pull my backpack onto my shoulders and slam my locker which is supposed to indicate that he needs to leave me alone. See... Annoying people like I said. Invading my very precious space.

I turn towards where my class is and start walking towards the door. "Wait!" He grabs my fore arm and pulls me so that I have to face him.

He looks worried, almost like a lost puppy that needs to find its way home. He has deep blue eyes that would make other California girls fall head over heels but not me. I'm used to those blue eyes from my brother. I am absolutely immune to their freaky powers. "You never answered my question," he says so quietly I can barely hear it. He lets go of me and runs his hand through his curly brown hair. I think I've ignored him enough. Maybe a party would be good for me. My mother is always telling me to get out of the house and to hang out with friends. The problem is I don't have any friends and I don't want any. "Um. Sure, I guess," I finally say. He says, "I'll pick you up at 6:00. Bring a bathing suit if you want but nobodies forcing you. Whats your address?" I pull out a pen and rip out a corner of the page out of my notebook and jot down my address. "There," I say. He takes the paper and puts it in his pocket, "Do you mind maybe telling Ricky that your going? You see he..." I cut him off and say, "Yeah I know. I was standing right there when everything was going on. I guess I'm really that invisible. Thanks for caring so much about me you jerk." I was so mad. I mean he was getting way out of line with the 'Nobody even knows her.' Don't tell the whole freaking world I'm a loner! OK relax Steph, relax. "Well sorry. Its just that you don't have any friends. You don't hang out with anybody or anything. How come all of sudden you want to hang out with people? I was pretty sure you'd say 'no' but you surprised me by saying 'yes'. Or 'sure' rather." What does it even matter to him? Instead of answering his question I turn my back to him and walk straight to class.
Never mind. Evasive maneuver. I turn towards my second period class instead. "Wait! Hold on! Does anybody know that girls name? Hey, stop!" The crowd is pushing and shoving trying to get to their next class. Tony keeps trying to yell for my attention but I just keep on walking. The crowd is thick and the smells are making me sick and dizzy. Jeez every single girl is wearing some new found perfume. They probably say they imported it from Europe online to make it seem like their cool. Or they made their own perfume that nobody else has that smells like burnt rubber and glue. All the guys just plain out stink this place up. All their sweaty dirty bodies squishing up against me like I'm invisible. As usual. That's one of the things about being invisible that sucks. "Wait! Tell that girl to stop!" Tony keeps yelling for me. There's no way he'll catch me in this crowd. The door to my next classroom is coming up. I duck my head and walk like I'm bowing to some idol all the way to the door so Tony doesn't see me and try following me into my class. Once I get inside I close the door and take my usual spot in the far corner of the room. Some eyes wander towards me but mostly everyone is just staring at the white board.

I sit down in my seat and start taking out my science book and a notebook and a couple pens from the front pocket of my backpack. Now I am set for some peace and quiet. I'm so thankful that I don't have any classes with Tony. I have one with Ricky next period so I'll probably tell him that I'm going to the party then.

The teacher walks in through the door and rushes into the front of the classroom. A couple kids are missing but were pretty much packed. "Sorry I'm late class. Everyone lets get out your science book and notebook. Mr. James take your feet off of the desk." She lowers her head so that her eyes are peeking out from above her glasses at Joe or Mr. James as she likes to call him. Gosh you gotta admire teachers like her. All stern and such and straight to the point. I wonder if she was like this when she was younger... The eighth wonder of the world.

She writes on the board, 'Homework: Cells, Blood, Cell walls, Nucleus, Heart, Lungs, Epiglottis, Nose, Eyes, Fingers, Bones, Knee, Elbow, Muscles, Arm, Leg, Hips, Skin, Veins, Arteries, Liver, Kidney, Stomach, Small and Large Intestine, Gallbladder and 2 more body parts must be written with a definition and their function. I also want a 5 page report on some new events happening.' Oh my goodness gosh that is a lot. Holy guacamole. Sometimes you just gotta hate teachers like her. Admire and hate, two key emotions to have with annoying teachers. Oh god... Too much homework. I write it down in my notebook real quick.

For a whole 40 minutes she lectures us about the food pyramid and what each food does for our body. This is one boring lecture if you ask me. I check to make sure my hood is still on. Yup it is. Good. I prop my elbow on the desk and let my hand hold my head while it rests on my cheek in one of those I'm-so-bored poses. I shut my eyes and start imagining what the pool party will be like. All the girls in tiny pink bikinis showing off their figures and flaunting it in all the boys' faces like its on sell. I can imagine all the boys with their mouths wide open and eyes wide with wonder while drinking some cheap alcohol that they probably got from Rite Aide. Jeez. Boys.. I can imagine a tiny little blond girl with blue eyes going wild and shes swimming in the pool inviting everyone to come and join so it can get the party started. I don't want to go to a pool party like how I'm imagining it. I hope to god it won't be like that.
Yes! Third period P.E. here I come. I'm not exactly the most coordinated person in the world but I'm not the worst either. I'm... Average.

I spot Ricky walking towards the guys locker room with his backpack in his hand and he is walking extremely slow. Should I tell him I'm going to the party now? ....No. I'll wait til' we get in roll call. I rush inside the girls locker and head towards my little dark corner of the room. Jeez it smells like foo foo flower perfume and coconut oil crap. My poor nose is not used to these strong smells. Oh man I have a headache. Dang it!

I dress in like 2 minutes and all the girls are still chatting away not even bothering to pick up their P.E. uniforms yet. Idiots. I check myself in the mirror and pull the hood over my head. Hood, check. Hair, check. Clothes, check. Shoes, check. OK I'm ready for P.E.

Pushing through the door, I run into some chick whose talking like shes on fast forward. She looks me up and down and whispers something to the girl next to her and they both stare at me and giggle. Ha. Yeah... So funny those two. They keep walking past me and open the door to the locker room still giggling their brains out.

Now lets see where Ricky is... Nope not there... Not there... A-HA! On his roll call number. Duh. Man Stephanie your such a dunce sometimes.

I walk as normal as possible but I can't help but feel excited talking to Ricky. He'll be at the party after all and hes not that bad looking. Pretty dark blue eyes and light blond hair that sticks up in the front. Not too shabby. He likes wearing b-ball shorts and t-shirts and usually some white tennis shoes. Hm... OK hes cute, but I would never date him. A close friend maybe but nothing more.

He finally notices me walking towards him and he has this inviting smile that makes me feel kind of content. Almost like my life is starting. "Hey," he says. I smile back and say, "Hi. So I'm actually gonna go to the party. You gonna hold up your end of the deal and go to?" He smiles even wider and has this kind of shock in his expression. "Wow. Wasn't expecting you to go but sure. What the hell right? Do you want me to pick you up?" I shake my head lightly and say, "No. Tony offered to pick me up at 6:00." "Oh I see." I stand there awkwardly. He pats me on the back like I'm some little kindergartner. OK, that's so not cool. "Do you mind?" I say. His face drops and he stops patting me. "Sorry. Whats your name again?" I give him a shut-up look and walk to my roll call number.

As the P.E. teacher walks out, Ricky turns his back around and stares at me. Maybe he didn't get the clue that I wanted privacy. "OK everyone were going to play some dodge ball," says Coach Sanders. Some of the guys hoot and whistle. Coach Sanders is a woman by the way. Shes nice and coaches the girls basketball team.

As we walk towards the gym Ricky starts walking towards me. I walk the opposite direction hoping he doesn't follow me. I walk faster just to make sure. She orders a couple guys and girls to grab a ball. When she blows the whistle. All tons of balls are flying through the air trying to hit everyone. I flip out. I forgot how much dodge ball was intimidating. I grab a green verb ball from the ground and try hitting Jo Jo but it misses him by a couple inches.

All of sudden Ricky is next to me. He starts catching every ball coming his way and blocks the ones that are about to hit him and me. He passes me a red verb ball and I aim it at Carla and I hit her in the stomach. She screams as it comes towards her. After her little screaming episode she walks off the court and watches from the sidelines. I smile. I am so dang proud of myself.

"Look I'm sorry Steph. I didn't mean to offend you. I was trying to ask you your name as a joke and I was patting you because I thought it would make you happy but my bad. I'm sorry OK?" i frown. How ridiculous. So I say, "I guess your forgiven." Then he smiles and says, "I think Tony likes you. He kept asking about you in second period." I act like I didn't hear a thing. Then he says, "Come on. You like him back don't you?" "I have no intention of liking him at all Ricky. Hes not even my type," I say. "Oh so you have a type now?" He smiles while saying that. Stupid Ricky.

All of a sudden Tony slams the door open and runs towards me and Ricky. Man that boy looks so scared and worried. "Stephanie! Your name is Stephanie!" That's what he was running in here all freaked out for? He must be in some kind of a rush because in seconds hes already two feet from me. "I think you should kiss me," he whispers into my ear. Oh god. No. Tony what the heck got into you! Hes so incredibly close to my lips. I bite my lip and I try pushing him back, but he resists and gets closer instead of farther. "Heads up!" "What?" I say. I totally forgot the meaning of that phrase. Out of nowhere a ball comes hurling towards my head. My head snaps back and I fall backwards... The rest from there is pitch black.

July 10, 2009

Preface/Chapter 1

I looked into his deep violet eyes and I couldn't help but see the beauty in them. He had glossy, long black hair hanging just a little above his shoulders. He kind of smirked. I just stood there dumbfounded. In this dim, dark room the only sound was the heavy beating of my heart. Th-thump th-thump th-thump. My ears were ringing with the steady beat. He looked outside behind the curtain and you could see the light hit him in such a luminescent glow, he looked almost like an angel or a god. I shuddered, why was he doing this? Why me? As he turned around I saw him pull out a sharp knife, its edges already tipped with blood. "No. Please. Please don't!" I screamed, but he ignored my shrill pleads and stepped towards me with a single black tear falling from his face.

Chapter 1
Greenhill High School, one of the most racists schools ever... Well to me. The Asians hang with the Asians, the Mexicans hang with the Mexicans, and you know the rest from there. Except there’s the people like me, the people who just wander along the halls wondering when their life is going to begin or end for some of us.

My name is Steph, short for Stephanie. I'm a sophomore in high school. I live in California with my mom. My dad passed away when I was only three years old. I have an older brother, James, he's 27. He goes to school at UCLA. Shocking, I know. He has beach blonde hair and pretty blue eyes. The kind of guys you see around California. He always was the ladies man. I'm the exact opposite of him. I have long black hair and green/blue eyes with pale skin. I usually hide my face under my black hoodie and avoid people as much as possible.

When I was thirteen I made the decision to make myself invisible. The more people I attract, the more I want to... Destroy. It’s hard to explain. Once I get mad at something all these dark thoughts come into my head. Thoughts of killing people. The rusty, sweet taste of blood always on my mind.

Its something that I've been trying to fix for my whole life, but whatever I do I always just get a little too mad. When it happens... I kind of have this incomprehensible convulsion to destroy. I tear things to shreds.

When I was younger I was wild and so full of anger. I was grumpy and irritated all of the time. I was mean and rude to my parents. I ignored my brother and yelled at him so often. They seemed to just take it, they never yelled back at me or tried putting me on time out. I guess they figured it was natural for me to be like that. I mean the stuff that I did made me hate myself even. Not even one time did I ever get in trouble.

This one time my brother James was playing with his little transformer action figures. I wanted him to get off the couch so that I could play with my new barbie dolls my mom bought for me earlier that day. Obviously the only way he would get off is by me taking them off the couch. So I grabbed his little Bumble bee figure and threw it at the T.V. The T.V. started spurting and exploding with electricity and I just stared at it. I didn't budge from where I was standing. James got up from the couch and yelled, "Mommy! Steph broke the T.V.!" So my mom ran down the stairs and saw the broken T.V. and all she did was call Comcast to come and fix it. When James got his Bumble bee figure back its arm had melted off and he had black spots all over him. He didn't yell at me or even hurt me, all he did was sigh and say, "Steph, you want to come upstairs with me?" Of course being as snooty and bratty as I can be I sneered at him and said, "Why would I want to go with you?" Then I shoved past him and ran upstairs, I slammed the door and just sat there on my bed until dinner time. I guess maybe I was a freak child and who knows why I acted the way I did but none the less I was one little pain in the buttox.

Well you got to see the messed up side of me as a child but theres still more. The whole making myself invisible at school. I hate being around people. All I want is peace and quiet. Thats it and I'm set for a good day, but if you say one word to me its ruined and you will forever remain one of the most annoying people I have ever met in my entire life. Your on the black list or rather the annoying list. Just keep your distance and I'll keep mine.

Moving on to more important things... I have to be in school in one hour and I have no flippin' idea how I'm going to do that. I still have to get ready and look somewhat decent and eat and get all my school books put together, but then again its not like I've never been late to school before.

"Steph! Are you ready yet?! You will not be late again missy!" That would be my mother. She knows me pretty well by knowing I would be late again.

She opens the door and her arm kind of hangs loosely as shes holding the knob with her hand. I can see her cheap painted nails with the little white flowers chipping off. She probably did it herself. Knowing her. "Steph get your butt up and get ready. I want you out of this room in 10 minutes, you hear me?" I just keep my head smashed up against the pillow like I'm in a deep sleep and I can't hear one word shes saying. I bet you she knows I'm awake. "Stephanie I know your awake. Don't pretend you can't hear me." See how good I am? I can predict the future. "Steph!" Should I just give in so easy and say I'm awake? "Mother. Oh sweet, wonderful, adoring, pain in my butt, get out of my room before I scream, mother," I say with an impressively sarcastic voice. "I knew you were awake. Get up. You only have 45 minutes now," she says so exasperated, like shes been saying that for 24 hours everyday of her 40 year old life. "Out. Out mom. Out." I point towards the door. She closes it with a thud and I hear her foot steps going down the stairs.

I pull the covers off and stretch my upper body while yawning. I am pretty sure yawning is contagious. I bet my mother is yawning right now.

I stand up and kick my legs out, stretching them nice and slowly. Making sure every muscle is being used so then I don't get a cramp in P.E.

I walk to my closet and grab my black hoodie and a white cammy to go underneath. I also grab my favorite blue jeans I bought at Pac Sun a couple years ago. I slip the pants through and put the cammy and hoodie on after. Hmmmm... Now shoes. Do I want to be bold? Or normal? Or edgy? Or cute? I think I'll just go with normal. So I grab my gray converse and a pair of socks. Now these aren't just any pairs of socks. They are star socks. They have stars all around 'em and if you turn the lights off you can see them glowing in the dark. Cool right?

Ok outfit, Check.....Now books. I grab A Seperate Peace and my Social Sudies book. I have a test on both of them and oh dear lord I didn't study one bit! I look around for my backpack. Where in the world did I put that darn thing? ......A-HA! It was hiding from me under a pile of clothes on the floor. This poor sucker is gonna have to go on a little trip to annoying people land at a place called school. There is no way I'm going alone.

I head out my bedroom and walk down the stairs. My mom is holding a pop tart while holding the door open for me. "Finally. Your as slow as molasses Steph. Here take this," She passes me the pop tart and says, "Now lets go. We need to get those buns to school." I step outside the door and WHAM! I trip on the little stairs. My pop tart, my wonderfully delicious pop tart flies out of my grasp and lands on the grass. I gaze at it in shock and sadness. Is it ok for me to cry over a pop tart? "Steph!" She gazes at it also with a tired expression, like she spent hours making it from scratch. "Oh well, lets go." I still stare at it as I walk to the passenger side door. I have brought shame to all humanity. Dropping the most prized food of Americans on the ground, all because I tripped on stupid stairs.

I hop in the car and put my seat belt on. My mom puts the key in the ignition and the car roars to life. I can't believe I didn't notice how cold it was today. I huddle in my seat, watching my cold breath escaping my mouth. "You ready for school honey?" my mom says oh so cheerily. I roll my eyes and say, "Who is?"

Now is when I wish I was that pop tart. Just laying there all day is a whole better than being around annoying people. I bet that pop tart is probably smirking and laughing at me. Taunting me to eat it off the ground. Ok, I think I'm loosing it. Stupid Stephanie is making a big deal about a pop tart. I look at my mom and shes fully focused on the road. "Mom what flavor was that pop tart?" She turns to look at me with one of those Stephanie-does-it-matter looks. I ignore the stare and say, "So what flavor was it?" She shakes her head and finally says, "It was a chocolate fudge pop tart Steph. Stop making such a fuss about it." I gaze out the window and frown at my reflection. I just had the chance to eat something nice and chocolatey and fudgey and now its gone. Stupid stairs!

We make the trip all the way to stupid Greenhill High School. As usual, I'm late. "Have a good day at school! Be smart!" she points her index finger while saying that. I nod my head and say, "Yes mom." I watch the car slowly turn the corner. My only means of transportation lost. Now I must face what every kid dreads. School.