Oh gawsh.
Im thinking of publishing....my book.
Well this time its serious. O_o ok, maybe not THAT serious.
I called a self publishing jinglemabop and they are prepared to give me a HUGE discount because of how old I am which is fascinating. They probably don't think I can pull it off. I have some cash saved up and its about 250 bucks for the basic package. So before I get excited or anything, what do you think? Here is a chapter..and ill throw a half in.
They said they will give me up to 2 years to finish it! Which is more then enough time. Anyway, here it is.
What was I possibly thinking? That I could pull off being sick? No no no no,I resented the idea of sticking my two fingers down my throat. That I would not have to go to school today, simply because I did not feel like it? I finally managed to get up and walked all the way to other side of the room merely to press the snooze button and stumble back onto the inviting blue sheets.
The alarm rang again, correction- Beeped again.
I slowly got up, stomping my feet in utter aggravation. I was in no rush to go to school but I had no choice. I could just see this particular scene being in some teen comedy. I could imagine it already; I was just as insignificant as any other 14 year old teenager out there. It was all so cliché, so expected from your average American teenager.
I finally gave up at the repeating and may I add annoying line of BEEEEEEEPS.
If only my mother had been here to wake me up.
I stared at the ceiling for a while, trying to configure the cracks into shapes. Well this was definitely a waste of time. I glanced at my alarm clock one more time, 7:30. No doubt about it, I was going to be late. So why not go? I grinned at the thought, then grinned again at the fact I grinned at my own thought. It suddenly seemed like I was talking to myself. Am I crazy? I looked in the mirror,
“Yup, I'm definitely crazy”
“Your average psychopath” I added…to myself.
I gently touched my incredibly tangled hair and I headed downstairs only to discover the same thing. My breakfast was on the table with a little note next to the tray that was contained an omelet, a croissant, a orange, a glass of milk and a bowl of cereal. I plopped myself down on the couch and grabbed the remote only to discover the only things that were on were toddler shows, ”educational “programming and occasional sham woo hoo infomercials. SHAMWOOHOO! IT’S A TOWEL, IT’S A SPONGE! , IT’S A PAPER TOWEL!!!!
I grabbed the note, glanced at it and threw it on the table. It had the usual line. “Have a good day”, how creative was she? She could of at least said make good choices, or have fun, or something a regular mom would say, but that was all it said in a simple, neat, fine print with even a capitalized “G” and a period at the end.
It was 1:45 as I woke up from my incredibly long and dreamless nap. I realized my phone was vibrating making my dresser rattle. I picked it up and wondered who would be calling during school hours. It was Owen, of course. I laughed at my recent curiosity.
“Hello Owen” attempting my best to sound sick
“Don’t hello Owen me!” he mocked my tone of voice.
I paused for a while trying to make sense of what he said.
“Let me guess, you’re sick….again.”
“Um. No. I… have a holiday today that’s really crucial to my religion” I replied ,trying to sound as serious as possible.
“Last time I checked you weren’t sure what religion you were” he said matter-a-factly.
I smiled and let out a short laugh.
“Where are you calling from anyway?” I added in my regular voice dropping the sick act.
“Lunch, and the periods almost over”
“Okay fine. Go.”
“Whatever, ill drop in later”
“kay”
I hung up the phone and wished I had went to school, I spent the rest of the time sitting on the couch waiting for Owen like the pathetic person I am.
It finally reached 3 and Owen lightly knocked my door. I proceeded to get and it and was unreservedly surprised when I discovered he had cut his hair. The long blonde shoulder length silky straight hair was now cut into a chin length side bang sorta thing.
I lifted by eyebrows.
“I'm impressed”
He rolls his eyes and ran his hand through is thin hair.
“Hello Candice”
“Yah, whatever” I said as if I was not amused. Owen was…Different. His personality out ruled his looks. He was your typical American, blonde with sea blue eyes , nothing unique. His personality on the other hand was what caused us to be best friends in the first place. He thought deeper about things, looked at the simplest situation from a million deferent perspectives. He was incredibly smart but only when he wanted to be. At other times, he amazes me at how dumb he can seem.
He grabbed the Wii, and headed toward the fridge. My home was his home, his home was supposedly my home too but it never intrigued me to go to his house, let alone make myself at home. I heard him open a can of coke and closed the fridge. He saw me struggling to find out how to work the wii and came over with his “I know what to do” look. I grinned and backed away. This was one of the times where I underestimated him, but he proved me wrong when he got it working 5 seconds later.
We spent a while playing tennis and betting who would get a better score each time. I was just about to lose again when he suddenly paused.
“Hey Candice, can I ask you something?”
I glanced at him wanting to laugh at his sudden seriousness but stopped myself enough to nod.
“Do you think I'm…peculiar?”
“ I lifted my eyebrow, you mean as in weird?”I corrected him.
“Yah” he said as he rolled his eyes
“Of course you are”
He seemed upset and took a small sigh and continued playing.
“Are you seriously not taking that as a compliment?” I asked.
He grinned and glanced at the Rolex I had gotten him for his birthday last year.
“Damn, I got to go.”
“Homework” he added as he grabbed his bag.
“You could do it here, you could show me what we had today too”
He gulped.
“No, I'm going to go..my uh…my mom wants me to..help with stuff”
I tried not to show curiosity at his unusual mysteriousness.
“Bye, are you going to come over later?” I said calmly showing no sign of emotion.
He paused for a second as if he was thinking about something.
“Are you?” I repeated slightly louder.
“Huh? Oh yah sure” he said as if I brought him out of some daze he was in. I regretted doing that, Owen was so easy to read sometimes but at others, he was so complex and so deep in thought it was impossible to have the slightest idea of what was going through his mind.
He never came.
I picked up the phone and dialed his number, no answer. I finally gave up and stumbled upstairs to grab my laptop. I hated living like this.
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I heard the steps get gradually louder as the door slowly opened revealing a slit of light.
“Candy?” My mother who had arrived at 1:34 exactly, said in a faint whisper.
I pretended not to hear since I was too tired to get up and have the usual greeting.
“Candice!” she shouted.
I realized I had no choice and replied.
“WHAT?” I said as rude as possible.
“I got a call from school today… You weren’t there?”
“I was sick” I obviously lied.
I heard her sigh and slam the door.
I was in no mood for confrontation and I could tell neither was she.
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CHAPTER 2
The plastic tasting pizza that was served daily at our school actually sounded appetizing. I was as hungry as ever and didn’t even realize it. I sat away from our usual table. Owen had ditched me, and he didn’t even call.
It took him a while to realize where I was sitting but came and joined me. I kept on looking at my food and entirely ignored him.
Owen stared at me amused by how much I was suddenly capable of eating.
“Candy, you have tons of food at home yet you forget to eat it?” he asked.
I ignored the comment and continued stuffing my face with everything I could get my hands on.
“Candy, are you ok?”
“Don’t call me candy” I mumbled as I picked up another slice.
“Fine, Candace,” he said as grabbed his bag angrily and went.
The bell finally rang and I stumbled into math, integrated algebra, to be exact. The teacher fiddled with her ring as she walked around waiting for the class to be quite. Ms. Morgan was an unbelievably nice teacher. Her blonde hair was in a messy bun held together by two pencils with loose strands escaping everywhere. She had chocolate brown big eyes, and a pretty round face. Everybody slowly realized she was watching everyone socializing -that is except for me.
Our school is peculiar as Owen said. They make you have the same people in every class. I wished it was what I read in books and saw in movies, that way I’d be able to ignore Owen better. They say it’s because the students learn based on their academic skills, I say, it makes things less hard for them….
Everybody finally shut up.
“Oki doki, well, good morning”
Silence.
She stood with one arm on her hip sucking her teeth waiting for us to reply, she finally gave up and continued with the never ending algebra.
ok ok, i know the guys blonde and probably super cute but a girl can dream cant she??
so whadya think?
