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Post by ALLAH on Nov 20, 2007 10:01:43 GMT -5
all the concrete words around here __________________________
Her hands were freezing on the handle bars, and her legs were cold even through her dark wash jeans, but Jade really couldn't care less. The fresh air felt good. The atmosphere inside her house made her feel doomed at the moment. It felt fatal.
Jade sped past the bakery, warm smells catching up with her a block later, and the haircutting place, and the arcade. She passed that new 'Thai' restaurant, with the surprising name of Phuket. No one could believe it when they had put that sign up. Even Adriano had laughed. Vincent had told her once that he called the place a few times, just to hear them answer the phone. The seventeen year old had no idea if this was bold humor on the restuarant oweners' part, or if these poor people had no idea they're telling the nice folks of Galion to Fuck It.
It's mostly downhill to the water, and the beach is at the end point of the bay. Jade had Brief Fantasy Number Four Thousand Twelve, of sailing straight down that hill and flying of the end of the dock on the beach, destructo-movie style. She liked those kinds of movies. Things blowing up and strong, definite action. She liked going to those because the junior couldn't stand the frilly-ass movies of girls fighting their way to the big cheerleading final, or some such dance-movie-drama crap. She liked the certainty of action movies. Finally reaching the beach, the junior set the bike down on it's side. She was cold enough that her nose felt like it could break off, making her one of those Roman statues you see in museums. Pulling the black sleeves if her jacket over her fingers she shoved her hands into her pocket and plopped herself down onto the sand. Jade could spot a few fishing boats tied up at the wharf, though what you'd fish in late fal, she had no idea. Her fish knowledge was that on the slime side. It smelled green outside, murky. The smell of fish slash seaweed slash cold depths. A couple of seagulls were walking around with the aimless air of those with nothing better to do, or were perched on pulings, wearing the cool, unaffected looks of those secretly sure they are being admired. Kind of like the jocks in the caferteria at lunch. Please.
Okay then. Sniffing, the junior pulled a hand out to wipe at her nose before hastily stuffing it back. Bringing her legs toward her chest, Jade leaned her head on her knees, brown optics looking out at the water in front of her.
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Post by enver reed on Nov 20, 2007 18:38:28 GMT -5
IT TASTES JUST LIKE ASH IN MY MOUTH
the warm air of the bakery made the eighteen year old stop and take it in. baked goods were those things that no one could resist. they were like drugs, yet better and they made you fatter, and sometimes they were more expensive as well. enver would like to see that day. he stayed there a moment in front of the window, shoving his hands into the pocket of his black jacket. it was cold now, no excuse for just a sweater in the early morning fog rise. his favorite time of the day, ruined by the cold. at least it made the best smells only ten times more noticeable, making his senses go wild with the different smells and sounds in the air that were dead in the summer before. it only made the harsh town of galion a little bit better, but what could make enver's life any better than it already was? the only problem was the fact that enver had no good life. he was just there and not. he could pop in and out of his life whenever he wanted to. walking down the sidewalk feeling his tattered converse rip even more than they were before.
although he didnt care to bother to ask his parents if they would get him a new pair. he already knew the answer. anyways, the had just given him a lot of money for music and skateboarding and what not. of course they didnt know about the extra money he was earning for playing gigs with his new guitar they had bought him, which he was not allowed to do, to get enough movies to ship him out of the town as far away as someone would take him, and that was totally not allowed. he couldn't believe that expected him to stay here for his whole life with them. hah! enver would kill himself before he made that choice. walking down to the beach, he was expecting to see the girl who had come down to the beach the same time as him a lot, almost every day when he did his daily walk. and there she was. then again, being seen with her was also not allowed, but he broke the rules, a lot. walking behind her quietly, he wrapped his arms around her from the back, bending down and whispered in her ear, "its quite nice out there, huh jade?" he asked her. his voice in her ear was probably something she did not want to hear, although he didnt care.
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Post by ALLAH on Nov 20, 2007 19:00:48 GMT -5
i'm the bad seed i think i swallowed it whole __________________________
Jade's parents had divorced three years ago, and her mother married Adriano five days after the divorce was final. Do the math and you can figure out what happened. If you've been through something like that, you know the vocabulary. Parenting plan, custody evaluation, visitation, court orders, mediation, transfer time. And can you say restraining order? But all that didn't matter. Jade really didn't give a crap who got her on Labor Day, and that no fault divorce were the three stupidest words ever spoken, and that she was not split as easily as your parents' old Commodores albums. Which there was even a war over.
What Jade still couldn't wrap her mind around was how her mother had left Mr. Diagle for a self-absorbed pitbull. It really made no sense to her at all. Not that she blamed her mother, no, after all, well, she was her mom. And mother's always seemed to get that unconditional love that they often didn't deserve. Yawning, the girl's eyes slide closed for a minute. Just a minute, she wasn't tired not really, the caffine she'd gotten from the coffee had picked her right up. Sort of. The junior was hovering over the line between subconcious when she felt someone's sturdy arms around her. Ohmigawd! A rapist! Eyes flew open and she felt heat from the boy's breath in her ear. Great, the rapist knew her name. Turning around, ready to beat her attacker's face in, her features softened slightly when she realized who it was before flaring up again. A rapist didn't sound all that bad anyway. "Go away."
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Post by enver reed on Nov 20, 2007 19:20:13 GMT -5
AND DO YOU EVER FEEL LIKE YOUR ALONE
enver had never liked his parents. his father was an okay story, but his parents divorced when he was only like five or six years old. he was too young to remember what happened. all he knew was that he wanted to be with his younger sister, and when he found out that his request was being thrown in the trash without a second though, he was ready to throw papers in his parents faces, but being five, he suddenly had no voice. and being shipped off to no mans land with his mother's pale face and stern voice made chill's fly up his spine. it disappointed him to the other side of the universe, and everyone acted like he wasnt supposed to understand, but enver did. the kid wasnt stupid now and never was then either. he just didnt understand why it happened.
his mother always got angry at him when he asked when he was going to go back home, and she never answered him or allowed him to send his sister the pictures he drew for her or any letters to his father when he learned to write. and of course when his mother got re-married to a real idiot that did not favor enver or did not know that he even existed until they were about to get married, had once again lost his voice. feeling her hands fly up at his face when she turned around, he didnt move an inch. he could tell that jade didnt want to be in her company as much as she wanted her in his. "now why would you say that? you barley even know me." he said moving over and taking a seat in the sand next to her and stared out into the sea.
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Post by ALLAH on Nov 20, 2007 20:24:24 GMT -5
you're the compromise that never falls through __________________________
When you think of Hemingway and William Styron and Virginia Woolf and Robert Lowell and Mozart, think too of the people around them. The brothers and friends and wives and nieces, oh and step daughters. Think of all the people who had to be normal in crazy situations. Who had to pay bills and figure out what to have for dinner. Who worried, and tried to understand, and called doctors, and placated in their attempt to define and control which wasn't even of this world. Who acted as a stabilizing force, the pull of the moon on a wobbly earth, calming its own naturaul impulse to spin out of control. And think of those who couldn't hold down their own sanity while being pulled down by others. Liszt, who went mad himself dealing with his crazy family, and poor Robert Frost with his nervous breakdown after trying to pay for all his family members in insane asylums. Sometimes, the job would have been too much.
She had decided to get out of there. It wasn't just the morning sky that was tumultuous, filled with smashing air currents and forces of nature at their most raw and untamed. Her house delt that way too. Depression is a force, paranoia is a force. Huge moving masses that affect everything in their path. In more ways than she realized, Jade was like Adriano Cavalli. Slightly paranoid at times, and this boy brought that part of her out in the open. He was a riot, riots were bad news. And Jade was the type to stay away from anything like that. To her, this boy spelled trouble. Furrowing her eyebrows, the junior inched away from him as he took a seat beside her, puting a good distance of a foot between them. "And I don't want to either. Why can't you leave me alone?" Really, why was he bothering her? And where the hell did he get the permission to touch her from? "I mean, all I was doing was sitting here, minding my own business, and then you came along. And like, I don't understand, I mean, you're supposed to stay away from me." Wow, he got her talking.
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Post by enver reed on Nov 21, 2007 18:51:50 GMT -5
I HAD A DREAM LAST NIGHT WE LOST OURSELVES IN THE BRIGHT LIGHTS
enver was a riot. he was trouble, although known to be a nice boy, at least to adults. to girls, he was a bit of an ass. but he had never set foot on jade's turf until now, well he had before, but she had turned to walk away before he had a chance to talk to her. which he didnt know why he was even trying. he wasnt even sure if he was a attracted to the girl, but he must be since this was one of many attempts to talk to her. at least she was one of many who found him to be trouble, and he was out to set her wrong. he doubted that one good deed wouldnt do it all for the girl. he shrugged at her questions, thinking about that in his mind as well. "thats not a very nice question." he said looking over at her, putting his head in between his fists. he frowned at her. "you looked lonely." he said looking down at the ground. "says who? i liked you better when you didnt talk. you made more sense." he said, raising an eyebrow at her.
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Post by ALLAH on Nov 21, 2007 19:23:05 GMT -5
a thousand promises that never seemed to help me before __________________________
Erik Satie, contemporary composer, wouldn't wash with soap, and became so suspiciously obsessed with umbrellas--yep, umbrellas--that he had more than two hundred of them when he died. Tchaikosvky, who wrote the Nutcracker, killed himself with arsenic. And Schumann spent the last years of his life in an asylum. Beethovan was a peeping tom. When he was arrested, it's said that he screamed 'You can't take me! For I am immortal!' Police later found that he had spread poop over a wall of his house. Crappy taste in decorating, in Jade's mind.
The junior liked to stay as far away from outside problems as possible. There was enough in her house, she wasn't about to add to them. And adding this boy to the equation would not be good, not at all. She could just feel it, an ominous feeling. I mean it was an ominous feeling, right? Those olympic games were from fear obviously, not the other type of butterflies. Right. "It's not very nice imposing on me." Her eyes narrowed slightly as she shot him a look, bringing her knees closer to herself in an attempt to keep warm. Resting her head on her knees, her features fell slightly at his next comment. Jade turned her head slightly, watching him silently for a moment. Did she? Okay, maybe the slightest. Annoyance found it's way across her features, "Fine. I won't talk then. Happy? Good. Cause it's obvious you don't want to talk to me. I mean really, what the hell." She puffed, little body shaking slightly with rage and just from being cold. Why the hell was she getting worked up over that? Wow, she did talk a lot. And well, at times Jade found her own voice annoying, it was high and childish. One hand fell from around her knees to beside her to dig itself into the sand, and grip it tightly.
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Post by enver reed on Nov 22, 2007 22:13:48 GMT -5
enver sat there, staring at the sea for a minute or too. just remember how much he really hated the water and the day he fell off the boat as a young boy. of course being so tiny as a little boy, his bright orange life jacket was barley noticeable and it took more than ten minutes for his mother to realize that her little boy was drowning, yes drowning, in the ocean. by the time they got him back on the ship, he was unconscious until he woke up ten minutes later as they were pulling into the harbor, looking more like a drowned rat than anything with his floppy brown hair no longer there anymore. and when his mother decided that it was his hair that made him not be able to breath, she cut it all off. no wonder why the eighteen year old hated water and his mother alike.
she reminded him of water. cold, fast, and unforgiving, like she never knew how her actions and words would end up effecting enver. it didnt matter any more anyways. he stared at her, his expression blank. "you were nice to me, once. in kindergarten. before your mother told you that you couldnt sit with me at lunch anymore." he said, laughing lightly, putting his head in his hands, ignoring her expression that crossed her face. "i thought you were different, jade." he said pausing, looking down at the sand. "or at least changed. not like the others." he said. it wasnt like he stalked her, because he never did. he just watched growing up, from a distance.
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Post by ALLAH on Nov 23, 2007 12:23:10 GMT -5
a hundred less & i would stumble till i found the back door __________________________
Dinner was always an interesting happening for a family. Almost every night Adriano would come sit at the table, hit face stern and rocky. The favourite game of temperamental people is Try to Guess Why I'm Ticked Off. Contestant number one, why do you think he's pissed off? Why, I'm not sure Bob, but, I'm going to go with 'Because I left the faucet dripping. Beep. I'm sorry, that's incorrect. The correct answer is: 'Because you happen to exist. Even if Jade was determined not to play, she got sucked in. Her brain did what it wanted anyway, same as when she would be sitting in calculus, wondering if Mr. Firtz could possibly have a sex life. Even if the thought is revolting. The brain can be a sick, out of control thing sometimes, and at dinner she always started wondering who did what wrong this time.
Still clawing at the sand, the junior eyed him for a moment. Enver, the name had sounded familiar. Just slightly, oh wait, it was that same one she had tried to be friends with twelve years ago. Before her mom told her not to go within ten feet of him, funny how Jade had listened to her all this time. Atleast until now, now, there was only one foot of distance between them. Opps. "Yeah, I remember." The words were more of a mumble, something she didn't want to admit. There was something in his voice during his next statement that completly caught her off guard, even while refusing to listen to anything he said, she found herself thinking. Why was she avoiding him anyway? Because he was a riot, right. Really though, how often did she want to punch in the riot that hated her for simply being a gracs, one too many. Jade bit down on her bottom lip, looking over at the water before turning back to him, taking in a deep breath. Another reason she avoided him? Jade was terrified of a taking a chance, a risk, because there wasn't a formula that went with it. It wasn't an A plus B gave you C equation, she didn't know the sure outcome of it. Shifting over slightly, the junior seated herself in front of the boy, sitting down on the back of her legs. Expression changing, the seventeen year old smiled warmly, "Okay, rewind, let's reintroduce ourselves." She reached out a hand towards him, waiting for a handshake, "I'm Jade."
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Post by enver reed on Nov 24, 2007 15:06:30 GMT -5
enver found it surprising that his aunt and uncle, yes, those family members who enver saw once when he was what? like three years old, were the ones to take him and his sister in. yet, he was supposed to be taken in by them to get more attention paid to him rather than his sister. it was reversed when he arrived. apparently they had visited the younger teenager many times before his father had died. they had lived in this city there whole entire lives. he didnt understand how they found time out of there busy lives to fly out to england when all they had to do was drive a few hours to see enver. the only attention that was paid to him was when he did something wrong. never right, but always wrong. dinner conversations were always based about the latest phone call that they had gotten from the school, yet they forgot to add in about his very high gpa average this year.
he looked at her when she spoke saying that she did remember. he remembered it. of course how could you not. it was like when parents didnt let white kids play with kids of colour way back when. if that was illegal, then how were people allowed to do it now, yet to the same colour class and if they were only just in a grade they didnt need to even attend. it made no sense of how that was possible and fair for that matter. yet, it happened everywhere, so stopping it world wide would end in the end of the world. he was slightly shocked as the girl took a seat in front of him with a warm smile on her face rather than the expression of annoyance from before that she had on earlier. and her words made a warm smile spread across his face back at her. he took her hand, shaking it as she introduced herself. "okay jade, im enver." he said to her, dropping his hand.
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Post by ALLAH on Nov 24, 2007 17:09:37 GMT -5
with nothing left to think i'll probably sit around and ignore __________________________
Cooking was one of Mr. Diagle's post-divorce hobbies. Before that his specialty was cornflakes with bananas on them. Now, he was really into it. He cooked better than her mom ever had, which was probably the point. He even had all these fancy knives and pots, and various, curious utensils good for one weird purpose--skiining a grape, say. Jade could have written a confessional My Father Had a Spring-form Pan. He had built a shelf in the kitchen for all his cookbooks, and Nannie kept bumping her head on it. Who put this here? she'd grouse, knowing full well who did it.
Feeling the boy's hand wrap around hers she shook it for a few seconds, enjoying the warmth it radiated. Speaking of heat, her nose felt like it was about to fall off, like an icicle that drops off the ends of roofs. Pulling the sleeves over her finger tips, the junior wiped at her nose, sniffing before reseating herself beside the boy. She pulled the fur collared hood over her head, her arm brushing against his as she did. "So, um." Now what? "How's school?" Wow, the queen of conversation.
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Post by enver reed on Nov 24, 2007 19:31:43 GMT -5
enver's younger sister used to always take his things. he put up with it until she stole a pair of his undies when he was younger, way younger. before his parents divorced, of course, and she used to carry them around all over the place. and it wansnt like they were a cool pair like his power ranger or scooby doo ones or something, they had to be the white pair that he never wore except for the time he sat in paint and got brown and green all over them. anyone can know the outcome of that look. his mother and father never said anything about giving them back to him until enver tackled his sister, breaking her nose. god, did that girl have a strong grip for such a young age.
enver brushed the brown wavy hair out of his face as she spoke. he laughed lightly at her question, shaking his head lightly as well. "um, not as fun as it used to be. but, at least my grades are good enough to get into a pretty nice collage, that is all that matters i guess. what about you?" he asked her. it was a pretty open question, but then again, it was one anyone could talk about for hours and hours. at least enver could seeing as there was a million little parts that went with the actual word 'school'.
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Post by ALLAH on Nov 24, 2007 19:48:39 GMT -5
the apathy it always leads me __________________________
Jade's father treated her time at her mother's house as if he were the gold miner panning for the dirt of wrongdoing, her mother, on the other hand, would listen to any news of her father the same way someone who had plans to stay inside listens to a weather forecast. Hearing just enought to make sure there was no tornado coming. There is one difference between the leaver and the left, the dumper and the dumpee. The dumpee has the moral righteousness, and the desire to hear every dirty fact that will prove that You got what you deserve in the end. The dumper has the guilt, and wants to know as little about the other party as possible, in case they hear something that will make them even more guilty.
It certainly was true that school was no longer fun. For sure. Ever since high school Jade began to really notice the division on the island, really notice it, and take it in for what it was. And even if she had promised herself not to get involved, she was slapped with being a gracs, and without realizing it wanted nothing to do with riots. But then again, what was she doing here? With him? Jade took a hold of the thought and dragged it out of her mind, shaking her head lightly, and resting it on her knees, looking over at him for a moment. As much as she wanted to deny it, the boy was well attractive, yes, and the simple thought of sitting beside him made the olympics restart in her stomach. Oh boy. The junior blinked, clearing her head, "It's been okay I guess, midterms are coming up. I'm freaked. Like for real. I haven't studied at all, and I lost most of my world history notes, and, god."
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Post by enver reed on Nov 25, 2007 19:17:24 GMT -5
life was always nice, when you were younger and things were like magic and nothing ever known. the line between reality and dreaming was set in the middle of time. fairies and the make believe were all possible and then once school started turning the mind to only think in the way of there was only one and answer for every question. only one possible explanation. no witches or dragons to help or mess the problem up. that was only for the stage. drama in school was seen as a waste of time. it was sports that only mattered. violence and beating others were the other answer. winning was the only answer, only because in drama, there was always a happy ending, always a answer for the outcome. so, people thought that as childish and not important, but it was the only thing that really kept teenagers growing up in the next group of consumers.
as if school was only for that. but, it wasnt. as much as it was to find out what people wanted to do in life, school never choose that. they showed limited options while things outside of school showed many. what sounded more appealing to people. someone who sat in a office all day, or someone who was outside flying across many different countries and meeting knew people. sure, that didnt work for people that hated to fly and hated people, but then again, people were only taught to be shy and hate flying. it was like animals. as long as they have nothing to fear, like the ones on islands that have never seen people before and know what they are capable of, they arent afraid and birds fly right over onto the human's shoulder. "how about, if i can pick you up early for school and you got out to breakfast with me, i will give you all the history notes you missed. trust me, im a really good not taker, ive been told."
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Post by ALLAH on Nov 25, 2007 19:32:12 GMT -5
and all the broken hearts that hang around here __________________________
Eye twitch time. Jade buried her face in her knees for a moment, a: because she was cold and b: because she didn't want him to see her face as she thought his offer over. Go out to breakfast with him, so wait, was he asking her out? She held her breath for a moment, her stomach seizing up. Of course not, why would he, that made no sense. I mean they were taking a big enough risk sitting beside each other, if anyone came across them, Jade knew it was her funeral. Adriano would have a hissy fit, throw things against the walls, she knew it. Often it was simply because she wanted his approval, and hated that fact, Jade tried everything in her power to make sure she got none of it. Something you should be in an insane asylum for. "O-Oh okay." The junior slowly let out a breath, relizing the chance she was taking.
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