They noticed me standing there and their conversation stopped. "Hello dear," my mother said while giving me a warm smile. "Good morning, Cindy." Sue said, continuing the morning greeting. "Morning." I said weakly. I didn't even bother making eye contact as i walked by. I just went right to the refrigerator to get the eggs and bread. I wasn't looking at my mother but i was sure she was shaking her head in disapproval of my appearance and manners.
I scrambled the eggs and toasted the bread. A little burnt, but it still smelt nice. Just as i was setting the plates on the table Malinda appeared in the doorway fully dressed. That surprised me. I remembered when we were younger and we would stay in our Pjs all day. Sometimes we go out like that. My mom would bring us to places all the time. We would march right into a store or into the movies. People gave us odd looks of course, but we never cared.
"Morning Malinda," I said as I set her plate down, "I made eggs and toast for breakfast." She gazed at the table for a moment then walked over and sat down. "Could i just have some orange juice?" She asked. She didn't even make eye contacted with me. I sighed and poured her a glass of juice. My mother and Sue sensed the tension between us. "So, Malinda, how have things been for you lately?" My mother asked her. Malinda looked up from her juice, took a deep breath and then whipped a big smile on her face. Fake, i thought to myself.
She started rambling on and on about how her life was going, about her boyfriend, and about her new friends and school. I excused myself and went up stairs to change. Black dress, black boots, black hat. Same old, same old. Maybe that’s how I expected Malinda to be. I should have never assumed anything, but I did and now I was disappointed. Peachy. She became the kind of person I hated. The kind of people who are so bored with there own lives that they have to find ways to metal in others.
Monday, September 8, 2008
Myles, Sixteen.
When we got home things got better. Although the rain was pouring outside, inside we were laughing and talking as we looked through the old photo album of us. My parents weren't home that night, they were out on there once in a blue moon dinner and dancing. So we had the house to ourselves. We made a mac n' cheese and then went to bed. She was very tired from her long trip, and I understood that, so i didn't put up a fight. We did decided however that were we going to get up in early in the morning.
When i woke up the next morning Malinda still lied asleep on the cot. I wasn't surprised, she must of been getting use to the time change. I crept down stairs still in my pajamas, all ready to make breakfast. The kitchen wasn't empty though, my mother and Sue sat there sipping coffee and talking. I looked around slowly. Myles wasn't there.
I use to think that my home was safe. It was my castle and I was the princess. Nothing bad could lay a finger on me. The walls were build so high and so mighty that only a bulldozer could break it down. And even then my parents would keep me out of harms ways. That wasn't the case anymore though. Someone got passed the castle gates, and passed all the guards. They broke through our walls and snuck under our fences. Who is this master mind who had done this you ask? It is but a 17-year-old boy. His intentions I do not know, but I knew this, he was not a good person. When it boils down to it, that was the simplest way to describe him.
When i woke up the next morning Malinda still lied asleep on the cot. I wasn't surprised, she must of been getting use to the time change. I crept down stairs still in my pajamas, all ready to make breakfast. The kitchen wasn't empty though, my mother and Sue sat there sipping coffee and talking. I looked around slowly. Myles wasn't there.
I use to think that my home was safe. It was my castle and I was the princess. Nothing bad could lay a finger on me. The walls were build so high and so mighty that only a bulldozer could break it down. And even then my parents would keep me out of harms ways. That wasn't the case anymore though. Someone got passed the castle gates, and passed all the guards. They broke through our walls and snuck under our fences. Who is this master mind who had done this you ask? It is but a 17-year-old boy. His intentions I do not know, but I knew this, he was not a good person. When it boils down to it, that was the simplest way to describe him.
Myles, Fifteen.
She didn't know it was me. Could i have changed that much? I wanted to be mad at her for not knowing me for who i was, her best friend. Instead i went up to her and said in my, you are so stupid tone, "You really couldn't tell it was me?". "Oh my god!" she screeched and wrapped her arms around me. I embraced her back and soaked up the feeling of having a friend again. For a moment, it felt like everything was back to how it was.
"You looks so nice, Malinda." I said with a real smile on my face. It wasn't forced or fake... it was real. The kind of smile that could warm up a room, as my mother always said. "You look... you look... um... wonderful." Her smile was forced, I could tell right away. Seeing her smile like that at me almost brought a tear to my eye. How could she think that i wouldn't see the lies flooding from her. Her eyes and her smile gave it all away.
I gave her a half smile, I thought that was all she deserved... for now. We got her bags and put them in the car, then left. The ride home was horribly quiet and made me uncomfortable. The twists and the turns didn't seem fun anymore. They were back to normal, and so was I. I wasn't happy to see my old friend. I felt bad of course, but what was i suppose to do? Tell her to stop acting like I had on a mask. Right as those thoughts crossed my mind, droplets of rain began to hit my wind shield.
"You looks so nice, Malinda." I said with a real smile on my face. It wasn't forced or fake... it was real. The kind of smile that could warm up a room, as my mother always said. "You look... you look... um... wonderful." Her smile was forced, I could tell right away. Seeing her smile like that at me almost brought a tear to my eye. How could she think that i wouldn't see the lies flooding from her. Her eyes and her smile gave it all away.
I gave her a half smile, I thought that was all she deserved... for now. We got her bags and put them in the car, then left. The ride home was horribly quiet and made me uncomfortable. The twists and the turns didn't seem fun anymore. They were back to normal, and so was I. I wasn't happy to see my old friend. I felt bad of course, but what was i suppose to do? Tell her to stop acting like I had on a mask. Right as those thoughts crossed my mind, droplets of rain began to hit my wind shield.
Myles, Fourteen
Three traffic lights, nine stop signs, and 1 yield later i pulled into the bus station. I parked the car and turned it off. Sighing i stepped out. I found an empty bench and took a seat. There was a little old women with snow white hair sitting on the bench adjacent to me. Slightly hunched over, she held a wooden cane in one hand and the other lay over the top of her cream colored purse.
She then looked over at me and gave me a warm, friendly smile. I shot a half smile back at her, and he acknowledged it with a nod, then turned back. Where was her bus, i thought. I looked at my watch, it was 10:30, her bus should be getting here in 15 minutes. That 15 minutes felt like they were lasting forever, but at the same time counting down too quickly.
What if she had changed? Changed so much that we have nothing in common? What if we end up hating each other because we are so different. No, I couldn't think of this. It made me sad, and plus it made me want to hop back into the car and floor it out of there. So, I just sat. I sat there and didn't think, thinking about one thing led to another and then to another and then i started to over think, making everything in to a big mess.
I looked at my watch again. 10:43, I sighed heavily. Two minutes. I bite my lower lip, a bad habit i had developed over the years. The old women still sat on the bench, the bus station was still empty other then us, and the sun still was blazing over head. Then slowing but surely Bus number 36 pulled in and opened the doors. Three people got off, then four more, then two. I waited a second. None of them were Malinda.
Then, just when my confusion started turning into panic she bounded off the bus. She carried a pink and blue hand bag, that she wore over her shoulder. She had on clear jelly flip flops, a pair of pre-ripped dreams, and a pink T-shirt that read, Chick in Charge. Her hair was still the color of sand, but now it looked high lighted and was shorter. She looked around the platform with bight eyes. Searching person to person for a face she recognized. Her eyes came to mine. I smiled, and she raised he eyebrow. Then continued looking for me.
She then looked over at me and gave me a warm, friendly smile. I shot a half smile back at her, and he acknowledged it with a nod, then turned back. Where was her bus, i thought. I looked at my watch, it was 10:30, her bus should be getting here in 15 minutes. That 15 minutes felt like they were lasting forever, but at the same time counting down too quickly.
What if she had changed? Changed so much that we have nothing in common? What if we end up hating each other because we are so different. No, I couldn't think of this. It made me sad, and plus it made me want to hop back into the car and floor it out of there. So, I just sat. I sat there and didn't think, thinking about one thing led to another and then to another and then i started to over think, making everything in to a big mess.
I looked at my watch again. 10:43, I sighed heavily. Two minutes. I bite my lower lip, a bad habit i had developed over the years. The old women still sat on the bench, the bus station was still empty other then us, and the sun still was blazing over head. Then slowing but surely Bus number 36 pulled in and opened the doors. Three people got off, then four more, then two. I waited a second. None of them were Malinda.
Then, just when my confusion started turning into panic she bounded off the bus. She carried a pink and blue hand bag, that she wore over her shoulder. She had on clear jelly flip flops, a pair of pre-ripped dreams, and a pink T-shirt that read, Chick in Charge. Her hair was still the color of sand, but now it looked high lighted and was shorter. She looked around the platform with bight eyes. Searching person to person for a face she recognized. Her eyes came to mine. I smiled, and she raised he eyebrow. Then continued looking for me.
Myles, Thirteen
The next morning I was woke up around 6, even though i didn't have to leave until 10. I couldn't help it though, i was bouncing off the walls all morning. I didn't even get dressed. I was just prancing around the house making a total idiot of myself. I didn't care, i was happy. H-A-P-P-Y, happy. For in a few hours i would be reunited with my long lost friend. During my prancing session i found an old album with picture of her and i when we were young. It was the prefect thing for us to look through together, i decided. I checked the clock, 9:15. It was time to shower and get dressed. I chose a black skirt with lace around the bottom and the matching top that have lace around the bottom and the collar. Then i pulled a sweater on and zipped it up. I did that as quickly as i could and i hopped into my moms car and left.
The drive to the Bus station wasn't too long. It was actually somewhat relaxing. I hadn't driven for months, but its just like riding a bike... you never forget. The leaves shook as the lower branches brushed the roof of the car. I whipped around a tight corner. I was moving with the wind now, and the trees clamors as I flew by. I was entering town, the trees evaporated and were replaced by buildings. People hurried about the sidewalks going and coming from work, dates, meetings, and whatever other things they all busied themselves with.
The drive to the Bus station wasn't too long. It was actually somewhat relaxing. I hadn't driven for months, but its just like riding a bike... you never forget. The leaves shook as the lower branches brushed the roof of the car. I whipped around a tight corner. I was moving with the wind now, and the trees clamors as I flew by. I was entering town, the trees evaporated and were replaced by buildings. People hurried about the sidewalks going and coming from work, dates, meetings, and whatever other things they all busied themselves with.
Myles, Twelve
The next two weeks flew by. I baby sat Chris a couple of times, slept a lot, and read a lot. Most importantly, i stayed away from that terrorist Myles. I didn't talk to, see, or think of him for two glorious weeks. It was almost like my life was back to normal. I loved every minute of it, and to top it all off i got a call from my best friend Malinda called me and asked if she could come up for a visit. She had moved away 3 years ago and i missed her everyday. That day that she called me we talk for hours. She told me about her new friends, and how none of them were as great as me. She carried on about her boyfriend and how wonderful he was. Then she stopped and asked me about what was happening in my life. I thought for a second. I had nothing, it was like i was stuck in a time warp. Ever since she left, my life froze. She was going to come back to the hum drum like she once left and want to leave again, i thought. All i could think of was the new neighbors.
I told her about Sue and Christopher, about how i loved Chris as if he were my own brother. I told her how Sue was nice and she was defiantly going to meet her. Then i paused, should i tell her about Myles? "Cindy?" she paused "Cindy you still there?" "Uh, yeah. I was just thinking sorry." i said hoping she wouldn't catch my troubled tone. "Something wrong?" I knew i couldn't get away with it. I sighed and started in on my discoveries about Myles. The day i met him, him saying horrible things to me, then turning around and being nice. How he pushed me in a puddle, and laughed about it. "This guy sounds like a real psycho Cind, you stay away form him." "Your telling me." We said our good byes and she mentioned again that she would be there in two days, and to make sure to clean my room.
The day before her arrival i set up a cot next to my bed. I was already happier then i had been in years. Being alienated from my peers never really made me smile form ear to ear. Darkness enclosed around my house quickly, and the stars trickled across the sky. I said goodnight to my parents, took a shower, and gave my window a glance. My eyes locked on the old house. Rage grew with in me. Simply thinking about what trouble Myles could cause while Malinda was here made my blood boil. He wasn't going to ruin this, not if his life depended on it. Sleep didn't come easily that night, but after some tossing and turning i was deeply dreaming, awaiting the appearance of my dear friend.
I told her about Sue and Christopher, about how i loved Chris as if he were my own brother. I told her how Sue was nice and she was defiantly going to meet her. Then i paused, should i tell her about Myles? "Cindy?" she paused "Cindy you still there?" "Uh, yeah. I was just thinking sorry." i said hoping she wouldn't catch my troubled tone. "Something wrong?" I knew i couldn't get away with it. I sighed and started in on my discoveries about Myles. The day i met him, him saying horrible things to me, then turning around and being nice. How he pushed me in a puddle, and laughed about it. "This guy sounds like a real psycho Cind, you stay away form him." "Your telling me." We said our good byes and she mentioned again that she would be there in two days, and to make sure to clean my room.
The day before her arrival i set up a cot next to my bed. I was already happier then i had been in years. Being alienated from my peers never really made me smile form ear to ear. Darkness enclosed around my house quickly, and the stars trickled across the sky. I said goodnight to my parents, took a shower, and gave my window a glance. My eyes locked on the old house. Rage grew with in me. Simply thinking about what trouble Myles could cause while Malinda was here made my blood boil. He wasn't going to ruin this, not if his life depended on it. Sleep didn't come easily that night, but after some tossing and turning i was deeply dreaming, awaiting the appearance of my dear friend.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Myles, Eleven.
My mother and i when inside the house. She went to the kitchen to start on dinner and i went off to find my father. I found him sitting in the living room with the news paper up in front of him. I use to love sitting with him while he read the paper. I would sit with him for hours and hours, while he read every word, every paragraph, every page. "Hello dad." i said quietly. He looked over his paper at me and gave me a tender smile, "Hi hunny, what's up?" he asked. "Nothing just wanted to say goodnight." "Oh, your going to bed? But we haven't had dinner yet." "I know but i really tired, its ok isn't it?" I said with pleading eyes. "Of course it is sweetie, goodnight." I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek, then head of my room for a nice nights sleep.
I wanted to sleep in the next day, but my mother just wouldn't have it i suppose, because she was pounding on my door yelling for me to get up. "I'm up, I'm up, I'm up." i wailed as i was pulled from my slumber. I decided i wanted to go for a run, even though i wasn't big on the idea of running i still felt like i needed to go. I found a pair of blue jean shorts and a black T-shirt with some bleach stains on it. I eyed it for a second, but put it on anyway. I didn't know if i actually had any sneakers but i look for a bit and found an old pair in the corner of my room, then i went down stairs to find my mother. She said it was ok with her, she just made me promise to eat when i got back.
I started out the front door. It was an over cast day and rain was coming soon. I could smell it in the air. The road was littered with puddles. I continued non the less. I passed the path to my favorite spot, and the path to the pond. I was closing in on the old house down the road. It rose before me as i got closer and closer. Standing there quietly and still unnoticed, just as it always had. My foot steps carried me passed it, just like they had taken me from my house and passed the paths. I didn't look back, i kept my pace steady. I was half way to the road when my silence was interrupted.
I heard a roaring noise coming from Myles house. It grew louder, then stopped. I stopped running and listened. The noise began once again and this time with louder then before. The sound grew and grew, then i saw where this sound was coming from. Myles charged down the drive way. He was on a shabby looking four wheeler and it didn't look as if he were going to slow down. I had stopped running and was watching him doughnuts. Me standing there must of caught his eye for a second, because he stopped spinning in the sand and gazed at me. I blinked at him and then i turned back to my jogging course. I heard the motor rev, and i knew he was coming up behind me. I don't know how i knew, but i did. I ran faster, not that it made a difference. He had an engine, and i had a pair of legs.
I wasn't watching where i was going now. Every other step my foot landed in a puddle and my shoes were getting soaked. Right as a jumped over a massive puddle, a heard the engine rev once again. I stopped and turned to find Myles coming right at me. He was going full speed, then at the last minute he went off to the side, curved behind me completely drenching my back. Then passed me on his way back around. Unfortunately for me he came to close for my comfort and i fell backwards into the huge puddle. I heard a snicker pass over his lips and with that last sound from him, he revved the motor and was gone.
I sat in the sullied trench. I was cold, wet, and then to top it all off... the rain started to come down. It poured from the sky as if buckets were being dumped from the clouds. I screamed and splashed my fists into the water. Dirty water droplets splattered on to my face. I ground my fists deeper into the soft mud in the bottom of the puddle. Great day, i thought sarcastically.
I wanted to sleep in the next day, but my mother just wouldn't have it i suppose, because she was pounding on my door yelling for me to get up. "I'm up, I'm up, I'm up." i wailed as i was pulled from my slumber. I decided i wanted to go for a run, even though i wasn't big on the idea of running i still felt like i needed to go. I found a pair of blue jean shorts and a black T-shirt with some bleach stains on it. I eyed it for a second, but put it on anyway. I didn't know if i actually had any sneakers but i look for a bit and found an old pair in the corner of my room, then i went down stairs to find my mother. She said it was ok with her, she just made me promise to eat when i got back.
I started out the front door. It was an over cast day and rain was coming soon. I could smell it in the air. The road was littered with puddles. I continued non the less. I passed the path to my favorite spot, and the path to the pond. I was closing in on the old house down the road. It rose before me as i got closer and closer. Standing there quietly and still unnoticed, just as it always had. My foot steps carried me passed it, just like they had taken me from my house and passed the paths. I didn't look back, i kept my pace steady. I was half way to the road when my silence was interrupted.
I heard a roaring noise coming from Myles house. It grew louder, then stopped. I stopped running and listened. The noise began once again and this time with louder then before. The sound grew and grew, then i saw where this sound was coming from. Myles charged down the drive way. He was on a shabby looking four wheeler and it didn't look as if he were going to slow down. I had stopped running and was watching him doughnuts. Me standing there must of caught his eye for a second, because he stopped spinning in the sand and gazed at me. I blinked at him and then i turned back to my jogging course. I heard the motor rev, and i knew he was coming up behind me. I don't know how i knew, but i did. I ran faster, not that it made a difference. He had an engine, and i had a pair of legs.
I wasn't watching where i was going now. Every other step my foot landed in a puddle and my shoes were getting soaked. Right as a jumped over a massive puddle, a heard the engine rev once again. I stopped and turned to find Myles coming right at me. He was going full speed, then at the last minute he went off to the side, curved behind me completely drenching my back. Then passed me on his way back around. Unfortunately for me he came to close for my comfort and i fell backwards into the huge puddle. I heard a snicker pass over his lips and with that last sound from him, he revved the motor and was gone.
I sat in the sullied trench. I was cold, wet, and then to top it all off... the rain started to come down. It poured from the sky as if buckets were being dumped from the clouds. I screamed and splashed my fists into the water. Dirty water droplets splattered on to my face. I ground my fists deeper into the soft mud in the bottom of the puddle. Great day, i thought sarcastically.
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