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08:40 pm - HELP!!! SOS!!! AU-Secours!!!

I need major help with this short story I'm suppose to write for English. Especially memory 4 and 5, I need ideas on what to write. Please help!!!

Cigarettes in the Lake

Warnings: PG (bordering on PG-13 for past sexual encounters). Contains mild use of drugs, a little swearing, a some angst, and some mature themes such as underage sex, bisexuality…

Also, this story is best read accompanied with some slow, sad music (might I recommend ‘Virginia’ by Tori Amos?)

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Note from author: Do not take this protagonist as a model of who to become like when older. She is a…tart (to put it lightly).

Memory 1 : in the past

With a final puff of foul smoke in the air, Cadence flicked her cigarette into the lake at her feet. She watched the stub slowly sink to the bottom of the water and wiggled her toes a bit to make it go a bit faster.

She vaguely wondered if she should go home. Since it was almost dark and the sun was only going accelerating in it’s descent towards the horizon.

But first, she had to take care of her stalker.

“Erin…”

The young man in question looked up at his name.

“We have got to stop meeting like this.”

The young man looked down at his soaking clothes and nodded. This had been the third time that Cadence had pulled him from underneath the water.

“Now, I can understand why you would want to kill yourself. I mean, I dumped you. Anyone would want to die after I left them, it’s normal. But I had to do it. I mean, you’re a nice boy and all. And I regret leaving you.”

The young man’s eyes widened in hope…

“But you’re one of those people who is always going to be a nobody. And I can’t be seen with a nobody.”

…and fell again.

“Then why…”

Cadence lifted a fine eye-brow, urging him on.

“Then why do you keep stopping me from taking my life?!? You must have some feeling for me if you keep dragging me back from my watery grave!”

She let that eye-brow fall and rolled her eyes.

“Don’t be such a fag. I pull you back because…I want to see you prove me wrong.”

The young man looked bewildered, “What?”

She suddenly got up and dusted off her skirt, “You’ll forget me.” Her tone held no room for argument.

And with the sun at her back, she left.

Memory 2 : even earlier in the past

Their first night and the sex had been…bad. Not that she would ever tell him.

She was sitting on the bed in some cheap hotel room they had reserved. He had wanted to go somewhere better, cleaner. Since they couldn’t go to his house and she refused to let him in hers (saying something about ‘it’s not manly to lose your virginity in your girlfriend’s bed’). But she just shook her head and gave him the excuse that she wouldn’t know what to do in a fancy hotel. When in fact she felt that she didn’t deserve it; sluts who steal their best friend’s boyfriend don’t deserve silk sheets and satin pillows.

She let the covers pool around her waist and looked down at her new lover, wondering if maybe she should have waited until he had done his girlfriend before stealing him away. Then at least he wouldn’t have been a complete awkward fool. Or maybe he would have thought twice about leaving her.

She had really screwed up big time. She hadn’t meant for things to go this far.

She took a cigarette and wondered what she was going to do. She didn’t want a relationship (even though a bigger part of her did), she wasn’t ready to give up that freedom. She also didn’t believe that relationships could work, that love existed and that one could be happy with another. Only certain people deserved to be happy, perfect boys and girls who lived in perfect homes with perfect lawns and had perfect moms and went to perfect schools and had perfect jobs and then went on to marrying perfect….

Not girls whose earliest memories were picking up beer bottles because if she didn’t then he would be mad, not girls who would scream at their dad while their mother would giggle in the most stupid way on the couch, not girls who hung out with gangs and even slept with them….not girls like her.

He was a perfect boy. Perfect boys had flings with girls like her because they were exciting, or they wanted to be a little rebellious and sleep with someone who would make their mother faint if they ever brought them home, or because they wanted something to pass their time before they went to an Ivy League College.

Cadence was nobody’s bitch, so better to end this little charade now.

And so she dressed, and left a note with the words, ‘Had fun’ and a doodle of her smiling.

He would later find her pushing the skirt up of some whore she had found on the street. He would flee in disgust and humiliation. Not stopping until he reached the edge of the lake where they had spent so many afternoons and thought about ending it all. He would stay there for a long time and then slowly turn back and walk to his empty home (his girlfriend having left him ages ago) and sob into his pillow until he collapsed from exhaustion.

She would shrug and go back to what she was doing, hiding her tears in another’s bed.

Memory 3: even earlier than earlier in the past

Cadence’s heart did something it hadn’t done in a while.

It had skipped a beat.

She had been at Long Drugs looking at various condoms and lube when she saw him.

She had found her angel.

Later she would also find that he had the most beautiful laugh, that he liked romance novels, that he could relate with Bambi because his mother had died, that he kept black lipstick and nail-polish under his sink (from ‘back in the days’, he would later explain), that he could sing, that he wanted to become an author and engrave his name in the minds of all, and that whenever he smiled Cadence’s knees would go weak.

Later he would find that she liked to burn antiques in her backyard, that she could tie a cigarette into a knot with her tongue (something that would always make his eyes cross from trying too hard to figure out how she did that), that she could cook and was a clean-freak, that if he said she was beautiful he would earn a punch on the arm and the cutest blush on her cheeks, and that she was an angel raised by monsters.

They would reveal all this by the edge of the lake, but would still insist that they were ‘just friends’ (especially to Erin’s girlfriend).

Neither of them knew just how much they meant for each other.

Memory 4: extremely close to the present

The crowd was just getting bigger.

They were all scattered around the lake, drinking and dancing. Wealthy men showing off their pretty wives and pretty wives showing off their wealthy men.

Cadence was sitting on a fallen tree trunk somewhere amongst all of them. Smoking a cigarette and waiting…

She looked so out of place; with her brown curls wrapped in a hurried bun, her green skirt that had a few loose threads at the hem, her pink tank-top, and her sandals that let her blue painted toes wriggle in the fresh air.

A limo drove in and every one scurried (as fast as one can scurry in expensive shoes) towards it. A chauffeur hopped from his seat and ran to the other side of the vehicle to open his employer’s door and revealed Erin.

Along with a beautiful blond at his side.

Memory 5: present

Cadence smiled. She was always right.

02:35 pm

Am happy because went to shadow at Marin Academy and fell in love with the school.

Am sad because everyone is better in art than I am.

Am happy because finally got out of wet clothes.

Am sad because I shouldn't have had to have gotten my clothes wet in the first place.

Am happy because running in the rain made me feel like a hippy.

Am sad because shoulder hurts.

Am happy because on vacation.

Am sad because am listening to sad song (Gold Dust by Tori Amos).

Am happy because....has a whole bowl of candy just for me to get fat on.

Am sad because mother dearest has restricted the amount I can have in one day.

Am mad because friends are angsting over stupid thing when millions of other people have bigger problems.

Current Mood: chipper

08:33 pm

Yesterday I went to an Evanescence concert. Things that happened:
-Huge line
-They took away my camera and called it the 'Atomic Device'
-Amy Lee looked so hot in red skirt
-Couldn't speak afterwards because had been screaming/singing entire time
-Blew out eardrums
-Had a fucking awesome time

Current Mood: pessimistic

04:31 pm

Just had to share this...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XMqm22QvS88

and this...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vr3x_RRJdd4

11:22 pm

OK...Was sick today and so didn't go to school. Yesterday Sian called to rant about how she loves Brice and kept asking me if I think he likes her back. I think he does, the hormones in the air were so thick I almost gagged. 

Also, I forgot to post a conversation Aline and I had the other day. I had just gotten the best grade in both the 9th grade classes on a U.S. History test and Aline was sulking:

Teacher: The best grade was an 18.5/20
Class: Who got it?
Teacher: *points to me*
Me: *blushes* Yeah....
Aline: *starts to hit her desk and swear* I don't care. History is a stupid subject anyway. I would rather do 5 hours of math than 1hour of History.
Me: Yeah...well...that's because your good in Math. I would rather do History.
Aline: *bell rings and Aline packs stuff and walks off grumbling* Anybody can be good in History. But at least in Math you actually think !

I was so hurt afterwards. She only does this whenever I get good grades. If it were anybody else: Mitou, Jade, Nora, Sian, etc....She wouldn't care. But once it's me she gets into a hissy fit. And once she does get a better grade than me (normally in Math or Spanish) she'll get this little grin on her face.

I want to leave that school so bad.

07:49 pm

I come bearing a video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vr3x_RRJdd4

And now for a few things I have done this week (so far):
-I have officially baptised Aline and Sian by the names FUZZYWUZZY and HONEYBUNNY.
-I have pushed Aline to the edge of insanity with my impressions of dinosaurs from the movie Jurrassic Park
-I have laughed at Sian's ONE blond spot in the back of her head (she had a little..mishap while changing the color of her hair)
-I have hugged Mitou to my bosom and told him that everything will be alright (he was a little scared afterwards)
-I have asked our FCD representative what 'sexual anxiety' means
-I was depressed after same FCD said that we better enjoy these years while we can because after we're 18 we're screwed.
-I decided to become a feminist
-I have decided to follow a career path that I know will bring me nowhere

Current Mood: frustrated

08:00 pm

I was told to update this thing and so I am, with a little poem I found somewhere on the internet. You may have already seen this somewhere...

The Ode to the ToiletBowl was gleefully written by Hey Diddle Diddle!

You are white,
and you are round
You are two feet
Off the ground

When all the world
Is going to crap,
You fix it all
In a snap.

You take my puke
And bitter bile,
And you always go
That extra mile

My toilet bowl,
My toilet bowl,
I love you so,
My toilet bowl.

When I am sick,
And feeling down,
You’re always there
To bring me round.

You listen to
My every cry,
You wait until
My tears are dry.

When boys are dumb
And really vile,
You’re always here
To make me smile.

My toilet bowl,
My toilet bowl,
I love you so,
My toilet bowl.

When I’m done,
You go flush,
And every time,
You make me blush.

At times I wish
I could marry you,
‘cause everyone else
Makes me feel so blue.

The boys are dumb,
The girls are mean,
And no one else
Is quite so clean…


As…

My toilet bowl,
My toilet bowl,
I love you so,
My toilet bowl.

12:10 pm

Ok. So my plan for the roleplay:

There are these two orders (haven’t found a name for them yet but one is evil and the other good) have been controlling histories events for some time. The way they can do this is because they each have a seer, that every so often has a vision and so they can manipulate the course of events.

About 30 years ago, both seers had a vision of two children that would be born. These children would come from the coupling of Simon/Rhapsody and Damia/Tray. Each side had to make these people come together and copulate within a certain time or it wouldn’t work. But each side faced problems:

Good side’s problem: Rhapsody was up North, and didn’t seem to want to come down anytime soon. Their seer saw that if they killed his grandmother, he would go South and thus meet Simon. And so they did and ended that problem.

Bad side’s problem: They knew that Damia and Tray would be born. But they hadn’t anticipated that they would be cousins. So they sent a spy, Damia’s old nanny, to put a spell on them to make them fall in love with each other.  But then they faced the problem that Tray wasn’t a demon. So they instructed their spy to give them a map leading to a potion that grants the drinker’s wish, knowing full well that Tray would go and try and find it.

Now both sides had a problem. How to bring the couples up North? Because the children had to be conceived in this certain area or else it wouldn’t work. So they came together (for once in a thousand years) and kidnapped their parents to lure them towards the Northern Lands. All the while keeping an eye on them and making sure they didn’t copulate before their designated time.

12:01 am

I love the Memes

The Fear Meme. Put an 'x' besides the things you fear.

[X] the dark
[X] staying single forever
[ ] being a parent
[ ] being myself in front of others
[X] open spaces
[X] closed spaces
[X] heights
[ ] cats
[ ] dogs
[ ] birds
[ ] spiders and/or other insects
[ ] driving or being in cars
[ ] flying
[ ] flowers or other plants
[ ] being touched
[ ] fire
[X] deep water
[X] the ocean
[X] failure
[ ] success
[ ] germs
[ ] thunder/lightning
[ ] frogs/toads
[X] mice/rats
[X] jumping from high places (I love heights and jumping. Here, not so much...)
[ ] snow
[ ] rain
[ ] wind
[ ] cotton balls
[ ] cemeteries
[ ] clowns
[X] large crowds
[ ] crossing bridges
[ ] death
[ ] Heaven
[ ] being robbed
[ ] men
[ ] women
[ ] having great responsibility
[ ] Doctors including dentists (dentists. Because that drill HURTS)
[ ] tornadoes
[ ] hurricanes
[X] diseases
[X] snakes
[X] sharks
[ ] Friday the 13th
[X] poverty
[ ] ghosts
[ ] Halloween
[ ] school
[ ] trains or railroads
[ ] odd numbers
[ ] even numbers
[ ] being alone
[ ] being blind
[ ] being deaf
[ ] growing up
[ ] monsters under my bed
[X] creepy noises in the night
[ ] bee stings
[X] not accomplishing my dreams/goals
[ ] needles
[ ] blood

10:16 pm

I SAW POTC2 TODAY!!!! YEAH!!!!!!


(Click here to post your own answers for this meme.)