Friday, May 15, 2009
I dreamt of being locked out. There was a thunderstorm, and I was on the beach. Lightening came crashing down, waves lunged at me. I was not scared. I saw the people who locked me out. They were watching me blankly. I smiled at them and I was glad that they locked me out; for out of my company, only I could take the storm and be happy about what had happened. The twenty-third psalm echoed through the thunder and the waves as I danced around the beach. This is where I belonged.
Today was the last real day of school. I finished my final exams, removed everything from my locker, went to graduation practice and left. Dad asked me where I would like to eat. Without thinking to much of it, I remembered that Quincy's sister worked at an ice cream shoppe called The Creamery. I told him that that is where I would like to go. When we were in the parking lot, I realized what I had done. I told myself to calm down; she wouldn't be here today..........
I was wrong. She was there, and she took our order. Later, right when we were leaving, I invited her to my graduation. She couldn't make it; she(and the rest of her family) would be out of town. "Have fun," she said as she hurried to one of the booths to serve. "You too," I weakly replied. She didn't hear me.
Monday, May 11, 2009
The girl that we were shadowing was a freshman named Jenny. Since she went to our school last year, I had met here acquaintance a long time ago. She hated me then; and she must dislike me know. Anyway, we met up with her during second period. We walked down the halls with our heads held high. I felt so stupid and insecure; I felt like one of those people you read about in books.
We stopped by one door, and others gathered around too. It wasn't long until more people came. We looked like an army. A tired army. I watched freshmans come to us. I saw familiar faces. Jay; that scary kid. Emily; the annoying one. Even Stephen; the kid whose family I spent the summer with. Finally, I saw one kid who I remembered most of all: Seth. Seth was tall with blond hair. He was a runner, and had been training for marathons since fourth grade. I knew him from a distance. As he passed us by, I saw him scan each of the girls I was with. The first he saw was Carol; the one with three houses and two swimming pools. Next was Lauren; the skillful dancer and smart academic. Then Lynn; the beautiful girl with six sisters and a brother. Then his eyes fell on me. I watched him with a cold stare and he did the same.
The Spanish teacher I had heard so much about put me in a seat near the door, surrounded by people I knew from years before. Beth beside me, Emily behind me, Stephen behind Beth. I kept watching.
"Mary, you're so white." I turn to see Tom, giving me his best. "You are so white that you look like........." I smiled at him and gave him a too enthusiastic "Thank you." He kept on talking. By that time Emily was telling me all about how I should never take Spanish because the teacher got her degree online. Stephen asked me some questions, and Tom joined in. What's happening at school, didn't all the guys leave? I answered all of them. Finally Stephen asked me if our school had a cross country team. Watching Seth(mostly because he was watching me), I told him that they didn't and that I am preparing on the side. I also said that that was what I was doing next year.
Spanish II ended. I followed the other girls to the English room, and Seth started talking to us. He was laughing and smiling. He told us about how all the rooms were cold and how he was surprised we didn't have a sweater. It was surprising to see how much he had changed by the bell ringing. I didn't see him after that. We later went to a typing class, where Jenny tried to make us do her assignments. The teacher caught her, however, and we were then free to roam the web. The day was half done, so Lynn called her mom and we all got a ride back at school.
It is surprising how much a thirteen year old thinks about boys. This is actually the first time in months, however, I have thought of more than one boy at all....
Sunday, May 3, 2009
When I woke again, I remembered my prayer from the night before. I prayed that God would tell me what to do (concerning Quincy and I) in a dream. Obviously, I either forgot the dream or God decided not to answer. Irritably I went about until I had taken a nice bath and gotten my breakfast: half a pear and one grapefruit.
Later, I worked on giving mom a tip of what to give me. I asked her to get me some new rosary. Her only reply was that she would give me a new chain for the one I already had. As we ran our errands, she tipped me on how Mother's Day was coming up and asked if I remembered that scarf she liked at the store.
Well, at least she was obvious.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Right now, in my cherry pajama pants and my enviromentalist shirt, I look past at everything that has happened:
- Memo has taken a vacation to Nicoragua
- I either passed or failed my P.E. final
- Once On This Island is over with
- I have no idea what is going to happen with Quincy and I
- Memo told me (right before she left) that Malvolio has talked to her mom and is probably going to ask her out as soon as she gets back
I asked everyone at theatre to pass around a notebook and put their names and email's on it. I caught Cesario (Sorry, keeping names secret) saying he did not want to put his down. I laughed and smiled. I don't EVER want to email him anyway. I also found out that Quincy doesn't have an email. Or a cell phone.
I know that I may not see him for quite some time, but I have a feeling-- a sinking suspicion-- that I might.
Anyway. I went to the cast party. As soon as I came in and found everybody, Quincy smiled and actually looked glad to see me. I played around with everyone for a while. I joked with Viola, the Imposters (as Memo and I like to call them; long story), Agwe, etc. I took care of my "little buddy" whom I call Gummy Bear, who fell outside in the dark. I gave her a piggy-back ride up the stairs for a game of air hockey, but we found the directors already challenging each other with faces and laughter as they threw around the puck. Gummy Bear decided to mess with a drum set and Quincy ducked in to check on us. I smiled and looked down. What else could I do?
What else could I do? When Mom came, I hugged everyone goodbye. Quincy took the longest.