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VIOLET
Cheese and Crackers
-WINTER-
I could not figure out what the hell was on the blackboard! Mr. Evans kept pointing at the equation on the board and waiving his hands around as if that would help us understand what he was trying to explain, I was lost. I don’t know about you, but I had stopped trying to figure out math around the point letters made their way into it. Numbers where hard enough…adding the alphabet was just cruel and unusual. I sighed and let my mind wander.
The day was warm, a painful reminder of the summer that has just ended. I was now seventeen years old, my last year of high school stretching out before me and I couldn’t help but think back at my life, or my lack thereof. I lived in a small town, pretty much in the middle of nowhere, Ash Mountain. Everyone knew everyone because they had all grown up together and people who came from outside where usually shunned as such. It took a while for the town as a whole to accept new comers, but once they did, there was not a thing they would not do for each other. I had been born and raised here, my parents had died in a car accident when I was fifteen and my brother, Jethro, took care of me. I was as much a part of this town as the rest of my class mates but I was one of the shunned, an outsider.
I looked over at my best friend and giggled when I saw her pained expression as she scribbled in her notebook. Julia Johnson, one of the only two black people in this tiny little town, was my only friend. She was beautiful, taller than me with silky chocolate skin and deep brown eyes that seemed to see through all facades and know who you really were. She was an outsider too, she had moved here a year ago with her grandmother after she lost her only parent, her mother, to breast cancer. Her grandma was a sweet old lady that had been raised in the south and had a heart of gold that made anyone and everyone feel loved. People where especially wary of the Johnson family though, not because they were black, but because they were Mormon. I chuckled to myself as I remembered the day she had spent trying to get me to believe her when she said she was not a polygamist and that she dressed like a nun (Ok, not really a nun but she was really, really modest) because she chose to, not because she had to. I mean, she wore a one piece swimsuit with swim trunks to the beach!!!! Eventually I believed her but in a small town that knew nothing of Mormonism and that fed on gossip, well, I was one of the few that did.
Now some people might wonder why I was friends with her if she was an outsider and there for, that made me one too, well, let me tell you, I was an outsider long before she came around. People, especially in my little town, did not like anything that did not follow the norm. Anything even hinting at abnormality, and that is where I came in, was frowned upon, to say the least. I was about as abnormal as you could get, I mean, what kind of person…. I shook my head not wanting to dwell on that just now.
The bell rang and I snapped out of my inner monologue. I did that quite often, slightly weird but after years of not having someone to talk to about my…uniqueness, well, it became a habit. I slid my useless class notes into my bag and turned towards Julia, who I just realized had been saying something to me.
-…and so Jethro finally proposed to me, we have only been dating since I got here. - Julia finished saying in a dry tone.
- Wait…what?!?!- I coughed out. Julia rolled her eyes at me.
-It’s about time you paid attention!!! Cheese and crackers woman! I’ve been trying to get you to snap out of your haze for about 15 minutes! - Julia concluded as she dragged me to the hall.
I snickered as she sighed and opened her locker. Cheese and crackers…I swear that making her cuss was an impossible feat, and believe me, I had tried. She always came up with sweet sounding alternatives and took pleasure in smacking me whenever I let “a bad word” slip. The woman would be the death of me one of these days. I loved her for it though, I mean, it is hard not to love someone who yelled “Sugar” instead of “Shit”, when she realized she had forgotten something.
-So what did you want to tell me then? - I finally asked. She smiled and pushed her books into the locker and closed it. She put her arm through mine and started talking excitedly as we headed to the cafeteria.
-Ok, so you know how Gran said that if I got good grades and saved up enough money during the summer that she would let me get anything I wanted for my 17th birthday?- She began before trailing off with a knowing grin. -Well…-
My eyes widened as I finally caught on. A car!!!! We had been talking about it for ever and it was finally coming true!!! I mean, seventeen is pretty late in the game to get a car, especially in a town where kids learned how to drive extra young since most of them had family businesses to help out with, but it meant freedom! No more staying at home watching “I love Lucy” reruns while the rest of the student body drove out to the “big city” to go to the movies, or…wherever people our age went. Damn, I really needed to go out more. It is sad when you don’t even know what people your own age do with their free time.
-We’re gonna get a car, we’re gonna get a car! - We started chanting as we entered the cafeteria. People looked up from their food and stared as if we had just declared ourselves aliens from Neptune, but we did not care. The news was too good to not share with the world. I mean, it would be a crime not to!
Julia and I sat down at our regular table near the door. Should any problems arise and a hasty exit become necessary we were strategically placed. And by problems I meant Sterling Sunders, the head cheerleader from hell or her twin brother Skylar Sunders, the football hero of Ash Mountain High. The evil twins loved stating their superiority, and when it comes to reminding people of their proper place on the social ladder of high school, Julia and I often are exhibit A and B. As in, perfect examples of who belonged at the bottom.
Julia and I giggled all through lunch as we talked about models, prices and made plans for our first weekend as free teenagers with a car. Lunch ended and we made our way to our respective classes, we would see each other again in gym class. I smiled, I love gym and the best part is that it is the last class of the day. Yay!
I could not figure out what the hell was on the blackboard! Mr. Evans kept pointing at the equation on the board and waiving his hands around as if that would help us understand what he was trying to explain, I was lost. I don’t know about you, but I had stopped trying to figure out math around the point letters made their way into it. Numbers where hard enough…adding the alphabet was just cruel and unusual. I sighed and let my mind wander.
The day was warm, a painful reminder of the summer that has just ended. I was now seventeen years old, my last year of high school stretching out before me and I couldn’t help but think back at my life, or my lack thereof. I lived in a small town, pretty much in the middle of nowhere, Ash Mountain. Everyone knew everyone because they had all grown up together and people who came from outside where usually shunned as such. It took a while for the town as a whole to accept new comers, but once they did, there was not a thing they would not do for each other. I had been born and raised here, my parents had died in a car accident when I was fifteen and my brother, Jethro, took care of me. I was as much a part of this town as the rest of my class mates but I was one of the shunned, an outsider.
I looked over at my best friend and giggled when I saw her pained expression as she scribbled in her notebook. Julia Johnson, one of the only two black people in this tiny little town, was my only friend. She was beautiful, taller than me with silky chocolate skin and deep brown eyes that seemed to see through all facades and know who you really were. She was an outsider too, she had moved here a year ago with her grandmother after she lost her only parent, her mother, to breast cancer. Her grandma was a sweet old lady that had been raised in the south and had a heart of gold that made anyone and everyone feel loved. People where especially wary of the Johnson family though, not because they were black, but because they were Mormon. I chuckled to myself as I remembered the day she had spent trying to get me to believe her when she said she was not a polygamist and that she dressed like a nun (Ok, not really a nun but she was really, really modest) because she chose to, not because she had to. I mean, she wore a one piece swimsuit with swim trunks to the beach!!!! Eventually I believed her but in a small town that knew nothing of Mormonism and that fed on gossip, well, I was one of the few that did.
Now some people might wonder why I was friends with her if she was an outsider and there for, that made me one too, well, let me tell you, I was an outsider long before she came around. People, especially in my little town, did not like anything that did not follow the norm. Anything even hinting at abnormality, and that is where I came in, was frowned upon, to say the least. I was about as abnormal as you could get, I mean, what kind of person…. I shook my head not wanting to dwell on that just now.
The bell rang and I snapped out of my inner monologue. I did that quite often, slightly weird but after years of not having someone to talk to about my…uniqueness, well, it became a habit. I slid my useless class notes into my bag and turned towards Julia, who I just realized had been saying something to me.
-…and so Jethro finally proposed to me, we have only been dating since I got here. - Julia finished saying in a dry tone.
- Wait…what?!?!- I coughed out. Julia rolled her eyes at me.
-It’s about time you paid attention!!! Cheese and crackers woman! I’ve been trying to get you to snap out of your haze for about 15 minutes! - Julia concluded as she dragged me to the hall.
I snickered as she sighed and opened her locker. Cheese and crackers…I swear that making her cuss was an impossible feat, and believe me, I had tried. She always came up with sweet sounding alternatives and took pleasure in smacking me whenever I let “a bad word” slip. The woman would be the death of me one of these days. I loved her for it though, I mean, it is hard not to love someone who yelled “Sugar” instead of “Shit”, when she realized she had forgotten something.
-So what did you want to tell me then? - I finally asked. She smiled and pushed her books into the locker and closed it. She put her arm through mine and started talking excitedly as we headed to the cafeteria.
-Ok, so you know how Gran said that if I got good grades and saved up enough money during the summer that she would let me get anything I wanted for my 17th birthday?- She began before trailing off with a knowing grin. -Well…-
My eyes widened as I finally caught on. A car!!!! We had been talking about it for ever and it was finally coming true!!! I mean, seventeen is pretty late in the game to get a car, especially in a town where kids learned how to drive extra young since most of them had family businesses to help out with, but it meant freedom! No more staying at home watching “I love Lucy” reruns while the rest of the student body drove out to the “big city” to go to the movies, or…wherever people our age went. Damn, I really needed to go out more. It is sad when you don’t even know what people your own age do with their free time.
-We’re gonna get a car, we’re gonna get a car! - We started chanting as we entered the cafeteria. People looked up from their food and stared as if we had just declared ourselves aliens from Neptune, but we did not care. The news was too good to not share with the world. I mean, it would be a crime not to!
Julia and I sat down at our regular table near the door. Should any problems arise and a hasty exit become necessary we were strategically placed. And by problems I meant Sterling Sunders, the head cheerleader from hell or her twin brother Skylar Sunders, the football hero of Ash Mountain High. The evil twins loved stating their superiority, and when it comes to reminding people of their proper place on the social ladder of high school, Julia and I often are exhibit A and B. As in, perfect examples of who belonged at the bottom.
Julia and I giggled all through lunch as we talked about models, prices and made plans for our first weekend as free teenagers with a car. Lunch ended and we made our way to our respective classes, we would see each other again in gym class. I smiled, I love gym and the best part is that it is the last class of the day. Yay!
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For of all I want to point out that this story is for my sister Julienne. She is my hoe and I brain her for it. She inspired the story with vampire and whip creamed filled fantasies.Jules: Bitch, you better love me for this. I am posting so you can read this even if I am far away.
Second, I know the first chapter is kind of bland but its hard to cut up the section of the larger chapter I have in Microsoft Word format. This is my first attempt at both writing and figuring out how to work Mibba so please bear with me. The first three chapters should give you the main idea of what the flip is going on...
Third, I do realize that I was ranting and hope that anyone who reads this forgives me for it.
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