Post by mala1152 on Sept 11, 2009 11:24:11 GMT -5
*sigh* school and soccer have been keeping me uber busy, but heres the next chapter!!!
Chapter 11
We abruptly broke apart at the sound of an engine cutting off in the driveway (we still hadn’t kissed!).
“Crap! Mom’s home!” I whispered loudly. I looked around in panic, trying to find a door to shove Damian out of, but Mom could see him leaving from any one of them. What is she doing home, anyway? Is she trying to give me a heart attack? I quickly stood up and pushed both of our chairs in, trying to hide evidence that there were two people sitting in the kitchen together. I yanked on Damian’s hand and pulled him up the stairs to my room. I heard the front door open. I flung open the window and said,
“Quick, get on the roof! Don’t make too much noise!” He scrambled up. I left the window open a crack, and lay down on my bed with a random book pulled off my shelf. Okay, now concentrate – be mad at Mom, she still thinks that you’re upset about being forbidden to see Damian. Think ticked off. Act like she just . . . I don’t know, just act mad! And depressed.
I heard a timid knock on my door, and my mother didn’t even wait for me to tell her to come in before she opened it and stepped inside.
“You’re home early,” I said sourly. I found it simple to be snippy with my mother – I really was still mad at her. She took another step into my room, but I stayed in my current position, sprawled out across my bed pretending to read a book. I was afraid she might know the truth if she looked me in the eye.
“I decided to come home early – after all, it is summer.” Translation: I wanted to make sure you didn’t rebel like a maniac after what I told you last night. I said nothing.
“What did you do today?” she asked. I heard somewhere that the key to a good lie was one event and one detail. I decided to try it out here.
“Nothing,” I said. “Just read and made a pizza for lunch.” One event . . . “Pepperoni.” . . . and one detail. There, keep it short.
“Okay,” Mom replied, and an awkward silence ensued. I remembered Damian, still on the roof, and quickly thought of a plan.
“Since you’re home early, had you planned on going to the grocery store? We need some more snacks.” Mom sighed and straightened up.
“I stopped on the way home. The bags are in the car, help me bring them inside.”
I rolled my eyes slightly, then said, “’Kay, I’ll be down in a sec.” Once she walked out, I closed the door, dialed Mack’s number on my cell, and went to the window.
“Mack!” I said when she picked up. I explained very fast and asked her to distract my mom so I could get Damian out of here.
“Sure, I see her outside.” Click.
“Come on!” I said to Damian.
Together we ran downstairs and watched through the glass windows. We saw Mack prance over and start jabbering to my mom, and then a minute later, they walked into her backyard together. Damian and I ran from the front door.
“I don’t know what she said, but it’s working!” said Damian, and I laughed. We ran to the corner of the house, and I could see Mack’s front door from where we stood. I peeked around the corner.
“The coast is clear! Go to Mack’s!” I told him.
Before he left, he pulled me close and whispered in my ear, “See you tonight – our usual.” I understood he meant ‘the roof.’
I agreed quickly and said, “Okay, fine, just don’t be seen by my mother!” And with that, I shoved him toward the house. He turned to me before walking through the front door and winked.
I ran to the car to begin unpacking the grocery bags, as if nothing happened. Mom came a few moments later, saying, “That friend of yours, Mack . . . she’s weird! Funny weird, but weird. She is really random and talks at a mile a minute, that Mack . . . !” Her words reminded me of Damian’s summary of Mack’s personality, and I turned my back and smiled.
Chapter 12
After an emotional rollercoaster of a day, I was pretty tired! I, as always, waited to hear my parents’ snores and my brothers scurry up to bed before heading to my room. I put on my pajamas and went to the rooftop a little earlier than usual. I wanted time to think.
It wasn’t long before Damian joined me. As he climbed to the roof I heard a scuffling noise in the window below.
“Hey, Mala,” he greeted me.
“Hey, Damian.” I replied. “Oh, and hey Mack!” I said, raising my voice ever so slightly. Sure enough, out of a window popped Mack’s red head.
“Hi, Abs.”
“Goodnight, Mack.” I said in a singsong voice.
“’Night, Abs.” she smiled. Her head disappeared and her bedroom window closed. I sighed and rolled my eyes at her, then turned back to Damian. We merely talked about our plans for the upcoming day. I suggested we go out, but he insisted on staying in at one of our houses. We both tried to convince the other otherwise, but to no avail. And when the time (unfortunately) came, we parted. I went back inside and drifted quickly to sleep. My dreams were pleasant.
I awoke the next morning to the sound of someone moving around downstairs. Lots of thoughts bounced around my head. Fear: an intruder? Possible. Excitement: Damian? Doubt it. Curiosity: who was it? The clock read 8:15. Who could it possibly be?
Stiff – legged, bed – headed, and bleary – eyed, I hobbled down the steps and into the kitchen to see . . . Mom!
“Hey, sweetheart,” she said. She was still trying to get on my good side – staying home and interrupting my day with Damian was not the way to do it!
“Hi,” I responded, confused. Why . . .?
“I took the day off. Maybe we could do something fun today! I know staying home most of the time isn’t very thrilling.” What? Fear gripped and twisted my stomach – she knew. Mom was only staying home to make sure I didn’t go out with Damian! But how could she possibly know? She was working all day yesterday! Then maybe she was just checking that her demands didn’t cause me to sink into a short depression . . .
“Sure, Mom. But it’s not like I’m always a hermit, I meet friends.” Oops. That could give something away... “Like the other day,” I continued quickly. “I called Addison and we met at the beach.” One event . . . “It was way too cold for swimming, though.” . . . and one detail. Nice save. I walked past her and fixed myself some cereal for breakfast. I ate silently, not bothering to listen to her reply. As I was putting my finished bowl into the sink, I remembered that Damian was supposed to come over in a few minutes! That would be a dead give-away that I wasn’t listening to what Mom said, so I rushed up to my room and grabbed my cell phone. I texted “Dont come ovr. Moms home. Sry, love mala.” And though my heart ached every time I hit each button, I know I did it because I had to.
I slowly dressed. My hair was a terrible rat’s nest, so I searched for a brush. Upon discovering one, I looked in the mirror. My own brown eyes met my gaze at my reflection. How tired I was of seeing those shallow, almost black, brown eyes! And my face . . . and hair . . . boring! That’s what I thought about myself – boring. But Damian saw something inside me, in my eyes, that no one ever saw before. Something that my mother or Mack never even saw. I couldn’t even say how that made me feel.
My mom had decided to do something fun today with me, but all I really wanted to do was be with Damian. Would I ever stop thinking about him? No, answered the voice in my head. Anyway, Mom told me she wanted to go shopping and to the pool. So off we went to the mall! It wasn’t so bad, except for the fact that Damian was constantly on my mind! I thought of texting or calling him while Mom was in the dressing rooms, but decided against it – she would probably be suspicious of who I was talking to.
The pool was truly mind – boggling! I wasn’t afraid of the water with Damian around, but he wasn’t around! I imagined him there me, and sank my head underwater, eyes closed, breath held, and one arm outstretched to push away anyone who came too close. It would make me panic, and I’d be forever known as ‘the girl who almost drowned in three and a half feet of water.’ This isn’t so bad, I thought whilst under the water. I came up for a quick breath, and then dove back under. I pushed off the ground and flung myself forward headfirst. The weightlessness of swimming was overwhelming. But hey, I was swimming! I was swimming! I kicked my feet up and down fast, and it propelled me forward. I was good on air, as only a 10-year soccer player with an immense lung capacity could be. When my head finally broke the surface, the opposite wall was a meager ten feet from me! Wow, I had swum almost the whole length of the pool. After swimming for quite a while after that, I nearly forgot my anger at my mother and almost told her happily. Almost.
On the way home, I simply told Mom, “Don’t bother calling home tomorrow; I’ll be swimming all day.” I didn’t say who I would be swimming with, but that’s a whole different story!
I couldn’t wait to tell Mack and Damian about finally conquering my hydrophobia, but I would have to – it wasn’t even four o’clock yet! Only about six more hours until I could talk to Damian . . . too long! I had to find a way to see him, or surely I’d go mad!
At that moment, my cell phone rang.
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Chapter 11
We abruptly broke apart at the sound of an engine cutting off in the driveway (we still hadn’t kissed!).
“Crap! Mom’s home!” I whispered loudly. I looked around in panic, trying to find a door to shove Damian out of, but Mom could see him leaving from any one of them. What is she doing home, anyway? Is she trying to give me a heart attack? I quickly stood up and pushed both of our chairs in, trying to hide evidence that there were two people sitting in the kitchen together. I yanked on Damian’s hand and pulled him up the stairs to my room. I heard the front door open. I flung open the window and said,
“Quick, get on the roof! Don’t make too much noise!” He scrambled up. I left the window open a crack, and lay down on my bed with a random book pulled off my shelf. Okay, now concentrate – be mad at Mom, she still thinks that you’re upset about being forbidden to see Damian. Think ticked off. Act like she just . . . I don’t know, just act mad! And depressed.
I heard a timid knock on my door, and my mother didn’t even wait for me to tell her to come in before she opened it and stepped inside.
“You’re home early,” I said sourly. I found it simple to be snippy with my mother – I really was still mad at her. She took another step into my room, but I stayed in my current position, sprawled out across my bed pretending to read a book. I was afraid she might know the truth if she looked me in the eye.
“I decided to come home early – after all, it is summer.” Translation: I wanted to make sure you didn’t rebel like a maniac after what I told you last night. I said nothing.
“What did you do today?” she asked. I heard somewhere that the key to a good lie was one event and one detail. I decided to try it out here.
“Nothing,” I said. “Just read and made a pizza for lunch.” One event . . . “Pepperoni.” . . . and one detail. There, keep it short.
“Okay,” Mom replied, and an awkward silence ensued. I remembered Damian, still on the roof, and quickly thought of a plan.
“Since you’re home early, had you planned on going to the grocery store? We need some more snacks.” Mom sighed and straightened up.
“I stopped on the way home. The bags are in the car, help me bring them inside.”
I rolled my eyes slightly, then said, “’Kay, I’ll be down in a sec.” Once she walked out, I closed the door, dialed Mack’s number on my cell, and went to the window.
“Mack!” I said when she picked up. I explained very fast and asked her to distract my mom so I could get Damian out of here.
“Sure, I see her outside.” Click.
“Come on!” I said to Damian.
Together we ran downstairs and watched through the glass windows. We saw Mack prance over and start jabbering to my mom, and then a minute later, they walked into her backyard together. Damian and I ran from the front door.
“I don’t know what she said, but it’s working!” said Damian, and I laughed. We ran to the corner of the house, and I could see Mack’s front door from where we stood. I peeked around the corner.
“The coast is clear! Go to Mack’s!” I told him.
Before he left, he pulled me close and whispered in my ear, “See you tonight – our usual.” I understood he meant ‘the roof.’
I agreed quickly and said, “Okay, fine, just don’t be seen by my mother!” And with that, I shoved him toward the house. He turned to me before walking through the front door and winked.
I ran to the car to begin unpacking the grocery bags, as if nothing happened. Mom came a few moments later, saying, “That friend of yours, Mack . . . she’s weird! Funny weird, but weird. She is really random and talks at a mile a minute, that Mack . . . !” Her words reminded me of Damian’s summary of Mack’s personality, and I turned my back and smiled.
Chapter 12
After an emotional rollercoaster of a day, I was pretty tired! I, as always, waited to hear my parents’ snores and my brothers scurry up to bed before heading to my room. I put on my pajamas and went to the rooftop a little earlier than usual. I wanted time to think.
It wasn’t long before Damian joined me. As he climbed to the roof I heard a scuffling noise in the window below.
“Hey, Mala,” he greeted me.
“Hey, Damian.” I replied. “Oh, and hey Mack!” I said, raising my voice ever so slightly. Sure enough, out of a window popped Mack’s red head.
“Hi, Abs.”
“Goodnight, Mack.” I said in a singsong voice.
“’Night, Abs.” she smiled. Her head disappeared and her bedroom window closed. I sighed and rolled my eyes at her, then turned back to Damian. We merely talked about our plans for the upcoming day. I suggested we go out, but he insisted on staying in at one of our houses. We both tried to convince the other otherwise, but to no avail. And when the time (unfortunately) came, we parted. I went back inside and drifted quickly to sleep. My dreams were pleasant.
I awoke the next morning to the sound of someone moving around downstairs. Lots of thoughts bounced around my head. Fear: an intruder? Possible. Excitement: Damian? Doubt it. Curiosity: who was it? The clock read 8:15. Who could it possibly be?
Stiff – legged, bed – headed, and bleary – eyed, I hobbled down the steps and into the kitchen to see . . . Mom!
“Hey, sweetheart,” she said. She was still trying to get on my good side – staying home and interrupting my day with Damian was not the way to do it!
“Hi,” I responded, confused. Why . . .?
“I took the day off. Maybe we could do something fun today! I know staying home most of the time isn’t very thrilling.” What? Fear gripped and twisted my stomach – she knew. Mom was only staying home to make sure I didn’t go out with Damian! But how could she possibly know? She was working all day yesterday! Then maybe she was just checking that her demands didn’t cause me to sink into a short depression . . .
“Sure, Mom. But it’s not like I’m always a hermit, I meet friends.” Oops. That could give something away... “Like the other day,” I continued quickly. “I called Addison and we met at the beach.” One event . . . “It was way too cold for swimming, though.” . . . and one detail. Nice save. I walked past her and fixed myself some cereal for breakfast. I ate silently, not bothering to listen to her reply. As I was putting my finished bowl into the sink, I remembered that Damian was supposed to come over in a few minutes! That would be a dead give-away that I wasn’t listening to what Mom said, so I rushed up to my room and grabbed my cell phone. I texted “Dont come ovr. Moms home. Sry, love mala.” And though my heart ached every time I hit each button, I know I did it because I had to.
I slowly dressed. My hair was a terrible rat’s nest, so I searched for a brush. Upon discovering one, I looked in the mirror. My own brown eyes met my gaze at my reflection. How tired I was of seeing those shallow, almost black, brown eyes! And my face . . . and hair . . . boring! That’s what I thought about myself – boring. But Damian saw something inside me, in my eyes, that no one ever saw before. Something that my mother or Mack never even saw. I couldn’t even say how that made me feel.
My mom had decided to do something fun today with me, but all I really wanted to do was be with Damian. Would I ever stop thinking about him? No, answered the voice in my head. Anyway, Mom told me she wanted to go shopping and to the pool. So off we went to the mall! It wasn’t so bad, except for the fact that Damian was constantly on my mind! I thought of texting or calling him while Mom was in the dressing rooms, but decided against it – she would probably be suspicious of who I was talking to.
The pool was truly mind – boggling! I wasn’t afraid of the water with Damian around, but he wasn’t around! I imagined him there me, and sank my head underwater, eyes closed, breath held, and one arm outstretched to push away anyone who came too close. It would make me panic, and I’d be forever known as ‘the girl who almost drowned in three and a half feet of water.’ This isn’t so bad, I thought whilst under the water. I came up for a quick breath, and then dove back under. I pushed off the ground and flung myself forward headfirst. The weightlessness of swimming was overwhelming. But hey, I was swimming! I was swimming! I kicked my feet up and down fast, and it propelled me forward. I was good on air, as only a 10-year soccer player with an immense lung capacity could be. When my head finally broke the surface, the opposite wall was a meager ten feet from me! Wow, I had swum almost the whole length of the pool. After swimming for quite a while after that, I nearly forgot my anger at my mother and almost told her happily. Almost.
On the way home, I simply told Mom, “Don’t bother calling home tomorrow; I’ll be swimming all day.” I didn’t say who I would be swimming with, but that’s a whole different story!
I couldn’t wait to tell Mack and Damian about finally conquering my hydrophobia, but I would have to – it wasn’t even four o’clock yet! Only about six more hours until I could talk to Damian . . . too long! I had to find a way to see him, or surely I’d go mad!
At that moment, my cell phone rang.
ha i even gave u guys 2 chapters!!! that deserves some feedback, right??.....lol just post replies plz, i love reading them