Broken Glass, Broken Hearts (special) The story's song

The stars lean down to kiss you
And I lie awake and miss you
Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere
'Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly
But I'll miss your arms around me
I'd send a postcard to you dear
'Cause I wish you were here

I'll watch the night turn light blue
But it's not the same without you
Because it takes two to whisper quietly
The silence isn't so bad
Till I look at my hands and feel sad
'Cause the spaces between my fingers
Are right where yours fit perfectly

I'll find repose in new ways
Though I haven't slept in two days
'Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone
But drenched in vanilla twilight
I'll sit on the front porch all night
Waist-deep in thought because when I think of you
I don't feel so alone

I don't feel so alone
I don't feel so alone

As many times as I blink
I'll think of you tonight
I'll think of you tonight

When violet eyes get brighter
And heavy wings grow lighter
I'll taste the sky and feel alive again
And I'll forget the world that I knew
But I swear I won't forget you
Oh, if my voice could reach back through the past
I'd whisper in your ear,
Oh darling I wish you were here

-Owl City

Above are the lyrics to the song Vanilla Twilight by Owl City. I think of this song as the 'theme song' for Broken Glass, Broken Hearts and I thought I would share it with you. You should listen to the actual song, its really fantastic!

Broken Glass, Broken Hearts part 26

I pulled out of the little parking lot and started to drive over to the party store. My phone rang and I flipped it open. "Hello?" I said as I pressed the speaker button and set my phone down on the dashboard. "Ang, babe, its Selena." I turned the car abruptly as I almost missed a turn. "What's up Selena?" I asked as Milly muttered something about my 'reckless driving'. "I was wondering if I could invite a few of my friends from another school in town?" Selena asked. I smiled widely, "Sure!" I said, "The more the merrier!" I pulled into the party supply store and said, "I gotta go Selena...tell your friends its a pot luck."

"Its a pot luck?"

"No. But tell your friends it is anyway," I said with a smile as I got out of the car. Selena laughed, "Will do."

I dropped Milly off at her house and waved bye. Jake got into the front seat and we drove home. "So how big is this party gonna be?"Jake asked. I shrugged, "We'll see."

"Did you tell mom and dad that?" he asked. I laughed, "Mom and dad will be fine with this. They're fine with anything that keeps them occupied." He nodded, "Yea, I guess you're right." We pulled into our house and parked the car in our garage. I told my parents about my party for Tyler and, just as I expected, they were all for it.

I woke up on my birthday and climbed out of bed. I smiled at the sunshine pouring in through the window. School went by slowly, everyone kept saying happy birthday to me, even though I told no one it was my birthday. Then after school, Angela asked if I could come over. I suspected something, and as she opened the front door to her house, a ton of kids from our school (and not from our school,) jumped out from behind the couches and counters and out of closets. I smiled widely and wrapped my arms around Angela. I twirled her around in my arms and she laughed. We walked into the kitchen and Milly, smiling ear to ear, pulled out a cake. Everybody started singing and I started laughing. At first Angela smiled, but then when she saw me double over laughing, she asked, "What's so funny?" I pointed to the cake and she covered her mouth as she looked and saw that it said, "Trace". She opened the card, scanned it, and slapped her hand to her forehead. "I must have accidently gotten the cake of that girl who was in front of me!" she said with a laugh. "Then she must have gotten yours," I said with a laugh. She nodded. I looked at the card and saw that it read, "Happy Birthday Trace! Love, Lola". "That's ok, I'm sure it still tastes good!" Jake said. Angela laughed and nodded in agreement.

As we all chowed down on cake, I was introduced to an endless amount of people from some other school in our town. Then Selena introduced me to a girl named Amy, who said she knew who the cake we had gotten belonged to. She laughed and said, "Lola used to be my best friend, but we stopped hanging out when she started going out with that freak Trace." I rose one eyebrow. "Is he nice?" Angela asked. Amy rolled her eyes, "He's a total dork. I can't believe she chose him over us."

"I can understand that," Angela said. "EXCUSE ME?!" Amy asked in disbelief. I laughed as Angela put up one hand and said, "I didn't mean it like that! I meant I understand because I think that she's really in love with him, even if he is a dork." Amy rolled her eyes again, "Whatever," she said. She smiled and mixed in with the rest of the crowd.

Broken Glass, Broken Hearts part 25

Jake pulled up and I made him move to the back. Milly sat next to me in the passenger seat and we pulled out of the driveway just as Tyler pulled up, giving us a confused expression. I waved to him and turned the car to head over to Selena's house. Why ring her on the phone when you can just ring her doorbell? Selena opened the door and smiled, "Hey Ang. What's up?"Do you want to come to Tyler's surprise birthday party tomorrow?!" I practically hollered in her face. She raised one eyebrow, "At your place?" I nodded. "Its a little short notice..."

"Pu-leeeeez?" I begged. She laughed, "Ok."

"Could you invite some other people too?" I asked anxiously, "I don't know anyone's numbers..." She smiled, "Ok."

"Thank you!" I shrieked as I ran back to my car and we took off down to the cake and ice cream shop. I jumped out of the car and ran into the store. A red headed girl about my age with big glasses stood in front of me in line and looked anxious as she waited for her turn. The boy she was with ordered two caramel sundes. She got to the counter and started describing the cake she wanted to the woman behind the counter. "Can you make it say Trace?" she asked. The woman nodded and asked, "Would you like us to include a card with a message?" The girl said, "Yes. 'Happy Birthday Trace, Love Lola.'" I smiled as the woman asked the girl, "Is this for your boyfriend?" The girl hesitated and then said, "Yeah...something like that." The woman handed her a huge ice cream. "Bye!" the girl said to the woman as she rushed out the door. The woman waved shyly and I stepped up to the counter. "Can I have the same kind of cake she ordered? It sounded good," I said to the woman. The woman laughed, "Would you like it to say Trace, too?" I laughed, "No. Could you make it say 'Happy Birthday Tyler!'" She smiled, "Is this for your boyfriend?" I smiled, "Yeah...something like that," I said, mimicking the girl before me. The woman laughed and asked, "Would you like a card too?" I nodded, "Yea, make it say "Happy Birthday Tyler! Love, Angela please." The woman nodded and smiled at me as I said, "Bye!" and rushed out of the tiny store.

© 2009

No Sense (anything can happen) part 1

I rolled down the window in the cossy. The loud ringing across the town screamed in my ears. The driver cringed but didn't say anything. I rolled up the window, not wanting to make the cossy driver suffer. The driver pulled the cossy up in front of the market and the person in the contept next to me got out. I heard him close the door and looked out my side window as the driver started the cossy up and got back on the main road. The driver's voice came out over the loudspeaker. "Where to, Miss?" he asked. I pressed the message sending button and said, "Just to the House, thanks." The car turned off the main road down the small street that lead to the house. He parked in front of the doors and I got out. I felt like thanking him but knew that sending another message to him just to say thank you would make me look stupid. I watched as the long cossy pulled out of the driveway and drove back down the main road.

Now I know you're probably confused as to what a cossy is, what a contept is, why there are loudspeakers in a cossy, and why my home is called the 'House'. Let me explain. Four years ago, I lived in Ventura county and lived a normal life. Then I caught a disease that was supposedly fatal, but I was immune to it. The rest of the immunes and I were brought to this huge bomb-proof metal 'bubble'. The bubble is the size of Malibu city and was designed to look like it. There's one large House where everyone has their own room. A cossy is sort of like a taxi except its the length of a limousine and it has separate rooms within itself called contepts so that people don't have to sit next to each other. Its the only form of transportation (other than walking) in the quarantine bubble. There is an entertainment complex and a large store that holds everything you could need: food, clothes, furniture, etc. Everyone is given the same amount of money everyday, except the lower class. The lower class is the working class. They do the cooking, cleaning, driving, farming, etc. I don't really understand why the lower class is the lower class and why they didn't just have everyone work equally. It seems a little communist to me.

I hate this place. I will do whatever it takes to get out.

Broken Glass, Broken Hearts part 24

"So..." Tyler said as we drove towards the school, "I've got something coming up soon..."

"Oh yea? What is it?" I asked curiously. He smiled a tiny crooked smile, "Guess."

"Um...uh...yea...sorry I can't," I replied. He smiled wickedly, "Ok then, you're going to have to figure it out on your own."

"What?! No! That's not fair! I'm gonna die of curiosity!" He laughed and pulled into the school parking lot. I groaned and got out of the car.

After school I asked Tyler if I could hang out at his place for a while. Partially because I didn't want to go home to my annoying parents, and partially because I wanted to ask Milly what Tyler had coming up soon. Ok, mostly because I wanted to talk to Milly. Don't judge me!

I walked into Tyler's house, realizing it was my first time there. "Um...yea...this is my place," he said, taking off my coat and putting it on a rack. I looked around, "Its nice," I said. "Its really roomy. And it smells like...memories." He laughed, "Some good, some bad." He smiled at me and then walked into the living room. He turned to the long, swirling staircase, looked up, and yelled, "Milly! Come down here!"

"Coming," Milly yelled back. Tyler turned back to me and said, "I have to run to the store...you can hang out with Milly while I'm gone, if you want. Or you can come." I was filled with childlike excitement. "I'll stay here!" I said enthusiastically. Tyler laughed, "Ok. You girls have fun bonding." He waved bye and closed the front door. "MILLY!" I yelled up the staircase. "Geez, I'm coming!" she yelled back. "Its ok, its just me," I yelled back. I watched as Milly made the long transgression down the stairs. She came out of the bottom and eyed me suspiciously. "What are you so excited about?" she asked. "Do you know what's...coming up for Tyler?" I asked anxiously, not knowing how to word it. She raised one eyebrow, "Um...his birthday is tomorrow..." she said, making a "you're really weird" expression at me. "WHAT?!" I screamed. "OH NO! I'm not ready! AGH!" I started literally running around in circles. "What are you not ready for?" she asked curiously, obviously weirded out by my circles. "His birthday! I have to throw him a party!" My eyes widened. "I have to go invite people! And get a cake! And balloons!" Milly's eyes widened too. I grabbed her arm and said, "Come with me!" I pulled her into the entrance room, wrote a note to Tyler saying that I was temporarily kidnapping Milly and I would have her back by seven-thirty. Then I called Jake and told him to come pick us up. I flipped my cell phone closed and saw Milly staring at me. "JAKE'S gonna pick us up?!" she asked, sounding horrified. I laughed, "He's been practicing his driving. Don't worry, I'll drive once he gets here."

© 2009

Why Can't You?

He got down on one knee and I covered my hand with my mouth. It was dark and the candles surrounding us flickered light onto his face so that I could see his sea foam green eyes sparkling. "Will you marry me?" he asked breathily, obviously in love with me. It was every girl's dream proposal. It was the type of thing middle school girls dreamed about in bed at night. He handed me a little black case and I opened it to find the most beautiful ring in the world. The gold circle was shaped like a vine and the diamond was cut ever so carefully as a rose. It was so detailed, you could see every petal softly lay on top of the others. The vine even had small thorns facing away from the finger so that you wouldn't poke yourself. The diamond was tinted lightly with red so that it was red rose, representing true love. My eyes swelled with tears as he slipped the ring onto my finger. It fit so perfectly and it felt smooth and comfortable. "So?" he asked quietly. I looked up at him, he was biting his lip like a third grader waiting for their report card. Tears swelled in my eyes and escaped, flowing down my cheeks.

I took a deep breath in, closed my eyes, and took the ring off my finger. I placed it back in the case and put it in his hand. Now his eyes filled with tears. "Why?" he asked, trying to keep the water in his eyes. "We're soul mates," he whispered sadly. I nodded, "I know," I said through my tears. I started to back away, "but I can't."

© 2009

The Game

I lost the game.

Midsummer Day's Dream part 3

(Hermia/Rain) I buried my face into Peter's back. His shirt whipped back in the wind, surrounding my face in the soft material. We rode for some time until we reached town. Peter jumped off of Rain Dance, tied her to a post and put out his arms to help me down. I slid down carefully into his arms, trying not to let my dress fly up. I got to the ground and Peter's arms were around me. I looked up from my skirts and looked directly into his eyes. He batted his long eyelashes at me and his big blue eyes sparkled. "Thank you," I said breathily. Peter nodded with wide eyes. He didn't move his arms. We stared into each other's eyes for at least a minute until someone walking by bumped Peter, pushing him closer to me. He took his arms away from me and moved so that I could walk forward. He lead me into a motel and told me to sit down as he walked up to the counter. He handed the lady behind the desk some money and she nodded and handed him a key. He walked back over to me and said, "Come on, I got us a room." I raised my eyebrows, "ONE room?" He laughed, "There's two beds, and they're separated by a wall." I sighed in relief.

(Emma/Helena) Frustrated, John turned his horse and headed back down the path in the direction of his house. "Where are you going?" I asked, following him. "Home. She's not worth it," he replied in an irritated tone. "Really?" I asked, almost giddy. He pulled on his horse's reigns to make her stop and turned to face me. "Listen, Emma," he started, "we had something, ok? We had a big something, it lasted a long time. But its over now. I'm married, Emma, whether or not Rain thinks so or stays faithful. I loved you, Emma, but I don't anymore. We're done. Over. I'm sorry if it hurts you, but you really need to leave me alone." I watched, astonished, as he turned his horse back towards the path and headed home. I just sat there for a few minutes until he was far enough so that I couldn't see him anymore. "It can't be over..." I whispered to myself. I straightened my back, narrowed my eyes, gritted my teeth and said, "Its NOT over."

© 2009

Hey! Just wanted to say sorry that the entries in this story are getting shorter and shorter...well, at least I didn't give this one up! I hope you enjoy it anyway!

Broken Glass, Broken Hearts part 22

"I don't?" he asked as he turned to face me. I shook my head slightly as he looked into my eyes. I was instantly lost in his eyes and I felt myself moving closer to him. I was just inches away from him as I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around my legs, curling into a ball next to him. He put his chin on top of my head and I breathed in deeply as I felt his warm breath on my face. I moved my head down slightly lower, burying my head in his chest and my hair. I could hear his heartbeat. It quickened. "Your heartbeat is fast," I whispered. He was silent. I opened my eyes but could see nothing but my hair and Tyler's dark t-shirt. "Tyler..." I started to say, "I...I think I-" I was cut off as Jake slammed my bedroom door open and Tyler and I quickly jumped up and moved slightly away from each other. "Its Milly! I need your help!" I glanced at Tyler nervously and we ran down the hallway to Jake's room. I could hear noise coming from the bathroom and I opened the door to find Milly throwing up into the toilet. "Oh my gosh! Milly! Are you alright?" I asked hurriedly as I leaned down next to her and wrapped one arm around her back. She shook her head. "Tyler, go get my parents!" I half-yelled. Tyler ran out of the room and returned shortly after with my parents. "Oh my goodness!" my mom yelped. "Kids, get out of here, in case she's contagious!" Tyler and I hurriedly left the bathroom but Jake refused to leave Milly's side. I didn't know whether to hurl or sigh happily. Jake and Milly were so adorable! Such different people, yet they could still care for each other so much. Tyler escorted me out of the bedroom and I dragged him with me downstairs and outside. It was raining lightly. I breathed in the fresh rain scent and tipped my face up so it could flood with water.

Tyler came over to me and took one of my hands. "You look freezing," he said. I shook my head, "I'm fine," I replied. But Tyler didn't let go of my hand. And as I stood there allowing myself to get soaked, I hoped that he never would.

"ANGELA! ITS TIME FOR SCHOOL!" my mom called from upstairs. I rolled my eyes. As if I didn't know that. I wanted to say, "I know mother, I've been getting myself to school this entire school year without you," but instead I just ran downstairs, quickly said, "Bye mom," and stepped outside. I could feel her eyes watching me as I stood outside of our gate and waited for Tyler. She opened the door and said, "Honey, what are you waiting for? I don't think the bus comes this way anymore..."

"I'm not waiting for the bus," I replied simply. "What are you waiting for?" she asked. "Tyler," I said with a smile. "Who is this Tyler boy, anyway?" she asked. I snapped. "He's an incredible boy who moved in at the beginning of the school year. He's been here all year, and everyone knows him now. You would too, if you had been here," I said without turning to face her. I saw Tyler's car coming in my direction and got in to the passenger seat just as my mother opened her mouth to say something. I rolled down my window, once again said, "Bye mom," and Tyler drove off.

© 2009

Broken Glass, Broken Hearts part 21

I walked over to the speakers and, upon request, turned up the speakers' volume so that Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger by Daft Punk could be heard across the entire neighborhood. Not that anyone would complain since the whole street was in our house dancing to the music that way out of most of their time periods. The teenagers had huddled in one corner and were all dancing together to avoid mixing in with the adults. I stayed away from the adults AND the teenagers. My mom walked over to me, wrapped her arm around my shoulder, and said, "Honey, its so great to be home! Good work keeping the house so clean!" She smiled brightly as she admired the perfectly clean house...or, the house that used to be perfectly clean before my parents decided to throw themselves a welcome home party. Honestly, who throws a coming home party for themselves? It was especially strange since they were only coming home from a vacation. Once again, my parents were putting everything they had into entertaining themselves to keep their thoughts away from their recently deceased daughter. Interesting way to mourn, if you ask me. Suddenly the door burst open, letting in the light from outside into the dark living room. I was surprised, I thought everyone in the neighborhood was already there. Then as I walked closer to the door, I saw Milly walk in and quickly find Jake. Close behind her entered Tyler, who immediately started dancing. He was a pretty good dancer. Much better than all the other people in the room who really needed to stop before they broke every mirror in the house. "Tyler!" I called out, turning away from my mom. "Who's Tyler?" I heard my mom ask someone as I walked over to him. "He moved in recently a couple of streets down," the woman replied. Not very recently, actually, but if she had said 'a while ago' or 'earlier in the year', she would be entering the danger zone. The danger zone: bringing up how freaking long my parents left Jake and I alone at home. Ever since Dustin's death, my parents forgot how to be parents. Never making dinner for their kids before leaving for vacation and expecting Jake to get food for himself: mistake number one. Leaving two teenagers at home for the majority of the school year: mistake number two. Throwing a block party with music that I have on my iPod and inviting all the old people: mistake number three. Stacy's Mom by Fountains of Wayne started playing and I cringed. I had to get out of that room before my insides ended up on the floor. I ran up to Tyler, hurriedly said, "I'm so glad you came!" and dragged him up to my room.

I laughed, "Hey, what's your rush?" I said as Angela closed her bedroom door and flopped down on her bed. "Are you crazy?" she asked, not sitting up, "That was the most frightening experience of my life!" I laughed again, "Yea, that was pretty creepy." I flopped down next to her and she turned on her side to face me. "Can you believe my parents?"

"They are a little weird..."

"A LITTLE weird?! They left Jake and I home alone here for the majority of the school year and then came home and threw a block party with MY iPod!" she almost-yelled, clearly exasperated. I laughed, "Yea, they're definitely different."

"You don't know the half of it."

© 2009

Chocolate Soup part 5

Dear Recipe Book,



So, you know how when you're sitting in bed dreaming about having the two guys you like fight over you right in front of you with them thinking you're sleeping but you're really awake and witnessing the whole amazing moment? GASP. Guacamole and chips, that was a long sentence! So anway, I am kind of experiencing that right now. Well, not the fight-over-her-not-sleeping-body part, but the fight over her part. And let me just tell you, it is not all chocolate and marshmallows. Its AWFUL. Holy shish kabob, I wish I was the girl who nobody liked again. So, its just mildly scary now, but I have a deep gut feeling that its gonna get worse. A LOT worse. Let me just show you exhibit A:



Justin (handing me a small bouquet of red roses): "I got these for you, June!"

Me: "Aw, thanks! That was so sweet of you!"

Phil (glaring at Justin): I got you these chocolates, Junebug! (hands me a big box of chocolates)

Me: "CHOCOLATE!!! Om nom nom, thank thank thank, give give give!"

Phil (laughing at my addiction and handing me the precious gems): "You're welcome! Much better than FLOWERS right?"

Me (stopping mid-bite in a chocolate as I realiza the glare-down that I am witnessing): "Um...no...flowers are good too..."

Phil (surprised, for obvious reasons): "Huh? But you love chocolate!"

Me: "Yea..."

Justin: "She can like flowers AND chocolate, PHIL."

Me (backing away slowly): "I have to go to the bathroom..."

And that's all I witnessed. At least I got flowers and chocolate out of it...



Jealousy



1 cup water

Kool-aid powder

2 drops green dye



...sorry. My chef skills are kind of sucking their thumb and rocking in a corner of my gut right now. Can you blame them?



C.T.I.R.,

Junebug D.I.C.

© 2009

Broken Glass, Broken Hearts part 20

"Hey Tyler, can you help me with something?" Angela asked me. "Sure," I replied, "anything."
"Can you help me become a Christian?" she asked as she took a step closer to me, "I don't really know how to do it...officially..." My eyes widened and I mimicked her by taking a step closer. "You want to become a Christian?" I said, a smiled creeping onto my mouth. She nodded. "Ok," I said, taking her hands in mine. We closed our eyes and I prayed. She repeated my words as I asked Jesus to come into her heart and to forgive her for her sins. When I finished, she opened her eyes, smiling widely, and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. "Thank you!" she said. I smiled, "Don't thank me, thank God." She smiled wider, "I already did!" I wrapped my arms around her, feeling the happiest I had been in a long time.

So Tyler was the one. I wasn't surprised. In fact, I was relieved. I was relieved to find out that what I had been suspecting was true. Andrew's face came into my mind, he flipped his hair and smiled perfectly. His blue eyes sparkled with excitement like a small child at the top of a slide. I felt faint. He was so beautiful, inside and out. Who knew that was possible for a guy! He was such a good person, he cared about more than appearance, he was funny, sweet, romantic, happy, and not to mention gorgeous in a way that wasn't exactly high-school-hottie or jock or even college guy sophisticated. He was just beautiful. I was in love with him. Completely, head over heels, middle school dream in love. But somehow I knew I couldn't just jump into a relationship with him. Not that I hadn't known him for a while, I just wasn't ready yet. I had been through so much, and I wasn't over it yet. I wanted him to be my comfort-food-friend for a while longer, and then I would build off of that. After all, everyone knows that the best relationships come from best friends, (or so I've heard.)
The next day Tyler was once again waiting for me outside of my driveway. "Morning, madamoiselle."
"Top o' the mornin' to you too, sir," I replied. He laughed. I got into the car and he changed the song on his iPod to Hey Juliet by LMNT. He started singing along to the song and I laughed. I started paying more attention to the lyrics as he continued to the chorus and started using hand motions, pointing to me and then himself at 'you and me could run away', and 'I wanna be your Romeo'. He continued using the hand motions, singing loudly and surprisingly well. I tried to keep laughing, but the lyrics were making me feel faint. I felt like he was aiming them at me, telling me he loved me and he wanted me to love him back. Right as I started to get deeper into thought about this, he put his head back and yell-sang, "HEY JULIET!" I burst out laughing and he didn't stop as we pulled into the school parking lot. By the time we parked, Tyler was laughing and breathing heavily, I was doubled over laughing, and everyone was staring with wide eyes. Right as they were about to stop freaking out about him driving me to school every morning, he had to belt Hey Juliet as we pulled up and get everyone's attention again. Great. It didn't ruin my mood, however. I kept smiling as Tyler helped me out of the car, slung my backpack over his shoulder along with his own, and casually draped his other arm around my shoulders. Partially to mess with people and partially for my own sake, I placed my left hand in his. He looked at me happily and curiously and my smile simply grew wider. He laughed for no reason and we walked past all the staring people.
Lunch was something that would have been incredibly embarassing for me earlier in the year, and probably for everyone else at our table. However, now that Tyler had been with us, we couldn't do anthing but laugh histerically. Tyler had his iPod on and was singing loudly to Dirty Little Secret by the All-American Rejects, even though no one else at the table could hear the actual music. Even Selena was laughing. It was a good thing he actually had a good voice, or that experience would have been very unpleasant. He took my hand at the chorus and sang to me, "I'll keep you my dirty little secret. Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret, just another regret, hope that you can keep it my dirty little secret, who has to know?" I didn't know whether to laugh or pass out. I ended up just sitting there, wide eyed. It would have been incredibly awkward if Tyler hadn't noticed that I wasn't laughing and moved on to the next verse. I started laughing again, but I felt like I was going to throw up and Tyler kept throwing me little nervous/excited glances. What was I supposed to make of all this? What was he supposed to make of all this? What is it with music and making people get emotional and confused?!

© 2009

Broken Glass, Broken Hearts part 19

Tyler waited for me outside of my sixth period class. "Ello poppet," he said with a grin. I laughed, "Hey Tyler."
"Need a ride?" he asked as he opened the passenger door of his car for me. I smiled, "Just to the house. I think I'm gonna do some exploring today." He smiled, "Cool! Can I come?" I frowned slightly, "I don't know. I think I need a little time to myself. I've got a lot on my mind, you know. A lot has happened since...um...since we met." He nodded, "I understand. Well hey, maybe we can hang out tomorrow."
"Sounds good."

I waved bye to Tyler, changed my clothes, and got in my car. I drove for quite a while until I ended up at a dead end. To my right there was an obscure hiking trail. I parked my car on the side of the road and headed off down the trail. I didn't know where I was going, but the path felt good. I took of my shoes when I got to a spot where the trail turned to soft dirt. I kept walking, feeling the dirt brush smoothly on my feet. I felt like I was heading in the right direction. I felt that if I kept walking, I would figure out everything. If I kept walking, everything would fall into place. I walked up to a wide but not deep creek. I walked right into it and sat down on a rock in the middle of it. The only thing I could think about was the near-freezing temperature of the water. It sent goosebumps up my whole body, even my cheeks. The clear rushing water looked grey over the dull-colored rocks. This place was so real. As real as my struggle to let Tyler in, as real as my sister's death. My sandals blended in with the creek, making me feel like I belonged there. As I looked up at the surrounding trees and mountains, I realized that I no longer questioned whether or not there was a God. Feeling so real with nature, I wondered how anyone could question his existence. How could it be possible that a world this beautiful could just appear? It had to have a maker. I smiled as a warm wind brushed against my cheeks and brushed away my goosebumps. I sat there for a few minutes, and then just as I was getting up to leave, I heard a voice behind me say, "Angela? Is that you?" Tyler's voice. I smiled widely and turned around to face him. "Hi Tyler," I breathed. I felt like running into his arms and pressing my lips to his warm cheek. I tried to hold myself together and keep myself from doing anything rash. "Wow! What a coincindence!" he said with a laugh. "I was driving down the road and I found a path that lead to this creek," he continued. He noticed the path behind me and said, "I guess there's a path in each direction," as he motioned to the path behind him." I nodded, "I guess so." I had a huge smile as I whispered, in my mind, "I guess this your way of telling me Tyler's the one, God." Tyler smiled widely back at me, as if he could read my mind.

© 2009

I Hate You. Really? I Love You. part 4

This story is dedicated to my amazing older sister, Chelsea! I love you Chels!

"What's wrong?" Jonathon asked, genuinely concerned. I smiled at him, "Nothing. Just...thinking."
"About what?" I looked over at my friends who were totally engrossed in a conversation about a rumor Jayd heard in History class. Since they weren't paying attention to us, I figured 'what have I got to lose?' "Kellan," I said honestly. Jonathon looked slightly disappointed as I said that, and for some reason his expression made me quickly say, "I was thinking about how awful our relationship was." Obviously empathetic, he didn't brighten. "I'm sorry," he said. I shrugged, "No big deal. Its over now, right?" I half stated/half asked. He shrugged, "I don't know. Is it?" I was shocked by that answer. I thought that was a 'yes' question. I didn't expect any other response. "Um...I don't know...is it ever really over?" I replied, realizing the truth in my words as I said them. He smiled, "I think it can be. But I think you have to find someone else that you truly care about before you can completely move on, you know? How long was your relationship with Kellan?" Completely shocked by Jonathon's speak-your-mind opinion on the subject of moving on in relationships, I stuttered as I said, "A...a yea-year I think. Almost a year." He nodded, "Yea, you'll have to find someone who really means a lot to you to get over that one. When you're in a relatinship with someone, especially a long one, you get used to them being there and comforting you and loving you and caring for you. When all that suddenly goes away, there's a physical and mental breakdown because you're shocked. Suddenly your whole daily pattern is changed, your mental and physical path is different. Maybe you don't take a certain route home from school because its longer and you only used to walk that way to see the person. Your daydreams aren't filled with the person, and that person doesn't come up behind you and kiss you on the cheek or tug on your hair. Its a big and drastic change." My eyes widened and Jonathon blushed, "Sorry for the monologue. I get carried away sometimes." I smiled and shook my head, "No, its ok. I understand. That was very helpful. It sounds like..." I stopped myself and looked down at my food, moving the totally nasty looking peas on my plate around with my plastic fork. He looked at me, "It sounds like what?" I looked up at him, blushed slightly, and quietly said, "It sounds like you have a lot of experience." He instantly turned beet red. "Um...uh...no, actually, I just...uh...it was only once," he stuttered. I raised one eyebrow and he continued, "Um...yea...it was just...this one girl. I thought I loved her, I really did. But then when she dumped me...I thought I hated her. But you can't love and hate the same person, can you?" He looked up at me and I felt for a split second like I was looking in a mirror. A mirror with a very attractive male version of myself, but still, a reflection.

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Broken Glass, Broken Hearts part 18

I pulled into the school parking lot and helped Angela out of the car. Even after the many timesthat I had driven Ang to school, people still stared. And if you were thinking that what I meant by
people was the entire student body and faculty, then you are correct. I walked her to her class and
then went to mine. "Hey Tyler, what's up man?" Ed asked me as I sat down. "Hey Drawe. Not much,you?"
"Yea, same. Not much really happens around here, huh?" Ed said with a chuckle. I smiled, "I don't
know, there's some pretty cool places around here. You know, lots of cool places to swim and hike." "Yea, I guess. Not much of a hiker myself, but the creek's pretty cool," Ed said. I pictured Angela bobbing in the pond with her hair soaking and her eyes dancing as she laughed with me. "Tyler? You
still here man?" Ed asked. "Yea, I'm good Drawe," I said, tuning in to the classroom. I tried to focus
during the rest of class, but I couldn't get Angela's face out of my head.

"So..." Selena said to me as I sat down and put my books down on my desk. "You and Tyler are kind of a thing now huh? Geez, a gorgeous new guy comes to the school and you nab him within the first day! You should really be respectful of the other females on this campus and leave us someone." I rolled my eyes, "Tyler and I are not a 'thing'," I said, making quotations with my fingers to emphasize the word thing. "We're just frends. You know me better than to think that I would get into a relationship so fast. Give me some credit, Selena." She rose her eyebrows, "So you're not together? Huh. Well then, can I have him?" I shot her a look, "Whoa!" she said with a chuckle, "Don't worry, I was just asking. The death glare is totally unecessary." I rolled my eyes, but my head was spinning. I hadn't even been thinking about other girls trying to take Tyler. Not that he was mine, but somehow I had just ruled out Tyler going for other girls. I watched Tyler from a distance in the hallway before lunch and saw three girls come up to him at once, all of them attractive, (not gorgeous, but definitely attractive.) I watched as the girls flirted with him, saying somethinf that made him laugh and causing him to smile several times. He waved bye to them as they flirtatiously waved at him and walked down the hallway away from him. I walked up to him and casually, (feeling like a parent or an over-protective girlfriend,) asked him, "Who was that?" He shrugged, "Just some girls from my history class. Joan, Kirsten and...Sloan I think." Well, at least he didn't know there names terribly well. That clearly pointed out that they were not very important people in his life. I breathed a small sigh of relief and walked with him to the cafeteria. I felt like I had totally overreacted to the little situation that had just occured, but at least I didn't do anything rash.
The conversation at lunch wasn't terribly interesting, Selena was droning on about the cute guy she met on the weekend. Honestly, I don't know why she ever complains about me 'stealing guys' when she can have any guy she wants in a second. Well, probably not Tyler. Tyler's different than other guys. He's not going to go out with a girl just because she's pretty. Then again, its not like I know from experience. I glanced over at Tyler and caught him staring at me. We both blushed lightly and he asked, "What are you thinking about so intently?" I smiled weakly and said, "Oh, just things." Selena glanced over at me with a suspicious expression and said, "What things?" I rolled my eyes, "Just things, Selena. Nothing special." Obviously not believing me, Selena looked over at Tyler briefly and smiled, looking down at her food. Ok, so maybe I was thinking about Tyler. So what?

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Broken Glass, Broken Hearts news...

As you may have noticed, Broken Glass, Broken Hearts is not turning out to be a very short story. I started it planning on it to last about 2 to 3 pages and now its twenty something and I'm not even close to being done. So I just wanted to say that Broken Glass, Broken Hearts is turning out to not be a short story, although all the previous entry titles said it was. The upcoming entries will no longer say (short story) on them, so I just thought I should write this so that no one would get confused. I hope you're enjoying reading Broken Glass, Broken Hearts as much as I enjoy writing it! (Although writing Broken Glass, Broken Hearts is getting old and now when I start an entry in my journal I have started to just write 'Broken Stuff' instead of the whole title. When I thought of it, it seemed like a really cool and original title, but you know what they say 'it seemed like a great idea at the time'.)

Broken Glass, Broken Hearts (short story) part 17

"You OK Angela?" I asked as Angela trudged down the stairs. She smiled weakly at me and said, "Yea. I'm fine." She sat down next to me and I casually put my arm around her shoulders. She looked up at my face and her eyes sparkled as her smile brightened. My breathing stopped and my heartbeat raced. I felt my hand brush through her hair but didn't realize it had actually been me doing it until she leaned her head on my shoulder and wrapped her arms around my left arm. My eyes widened and my heart stopped altogether. My arm was still on her shoulder and I suddenly realized that Jake and Milly were still sitting next to us. But they weren't paying attention to us. They were too busy critiquing every second of Keith. I sat there for the rest of the movie with no breath and no heartbeats. Ok, maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit. I obviously had breath and heartbeats or I would have died. But let's just say that it was hard to breath and my heartbeats were not going at a normal pace...or rate...or whatever the grammatically correct phrase is. At the end of the movie after Jake had said bye and gone up to his room and Milly had gone down to the car and started messing with the radio, Angela surprised me. "Thanks for coming Tyler," she said. She smiled widely and said, "You make me happy." I couldn't take the smile off my face. She giggled quietly and wrapped her arms around me. I closed my eyes as she kissed my cheek. I kept my eyes closed as she unwrapped her arms, whispered 'bye' in an embarrassed tone and closed her front door. Then I slowly opened my eyes. I felt like I might pass out, and I'm surprised that I didn't.

I closed the door behind me and closed my eyes as I leaned against the door. I bit my lip to keep from smiling hugely. I felt like jumping and screaming. I let out a slightly loud little excited yelp that sounded like it should have come out of the mouth of a yorkshire terrier. "You OK sis?" Jake called from upstairs. I nodded happily and then said "Yea, I'm fine," realizing that he couldn't see me nod. I could almost feel Dustin hugging me and jumping around in excited circles. If she had been there at that exact moment, I'm not sure which one of us would have been more excited. My brother played 'Pump It' by the Black Eyed Peas extremely loudly from upstairs and I started dancing to it. "Pump it, LOUDER, pump it, LOUDER!" I sung/screamed. I could hear Jake laughing at me from the staircase and I smiled widely at him as I kept dancing. "Say oh oh oh oh, say oh oh oh oh!" I yelled. It was turning to be a great day, and I knew that Dustin was right. I could make it through anything.

Monday morning Milly got picked up for school by some friends (one of them being Jake, I

might add.) So I got in my car and drove to Angela's house. She came out wearing green converse,

a huge grey sweatshirt that said "Prop o' Dustin", aviators and jean shorts. She had an iPod in her

and I have a feeling she didn't notice me driving up because when I stopped the car in front of her

house, she just kept dancing. I laughed as she sung along to a Black Eyed Peas song I didn't recognize

right away. "Morning Ang," I said through laughs. She tipped her aviators down slightly, revealing

a slightly surprised expression. She tipped them back up, smiled widely, and said, "Hey Tyler!" she

took her headphones out of her ears and slipped into the passenger seat. I laughed and said, "Nice

outfit. Is it a dress up day?" She smiled, "No, I just decided to wear some of my sister's stuff. I

decided that she would want me to wear it. And its surprisingly comfy. But don't expect these weird

outfits everyday, I'm just experimenting. I think I'm gonna see if there's a way to make clothes less

bright." I laughed, "What do you mean by 'she would want you to wear her clothes'? Did she leave

everything in your house?" Angela frowned slightly and said, "Yea..." she was quiet for a second. I

looked over at her troubled expression briefly as we pulled up to a red light. "Something wrong?" I

asked. She smiled at me, "No, I'm fine."

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Quotes by Moi

She spends her whole life trying to figure out the difference between darkness and no light

Pain is endurable if the person you love isn't empathetic

IRONY IS
when you're standing on the edge of a cliff, about to commit suicide, and then right as you change your mind, somebody pushes you

girls don't understand boys.
boys don't understand girls.
it works out in the end.

suicide hurts others
she knew what she had before it was gone but she couldn't do anything to keep herself from losing it.

rain is recycled tears: always comes when you're most sorrowful

I stayed inside and watched the storm until some kid broke my window.

I don't believe in the word have. Technically, you don't HAVE to do anything.

He promised her he would return, and until he did she would learn how to receive his kisses through the wind. The storms came and she rushed outside. She loved the mist in the breeze by the tide. She received a letter that he wouldn't get better, he died in her arms, she wasn't alarmed. She put her head back and as the wind came, she opened her mouth and whispered his name.

If you had a choice, would you live or die? If you had a choice, would you laugh or cry? If you had a choice, would smile or frown? God gives you a choice, have you turned him down?

© 2009

Broken Glass, Broken Hearts (short story) part 16

Another video came up with Dustin standing on the edge of a lake staring out at the fabulous view of mountains and trees and water. She was wearing a white bikini and a big old fashion looking black hat. "Look at the water!" she yelled to the camera, "Isn't it fabulous?" The camera scanned over the lake. "Absolutely amazing!" she said. "That's enough videos," Angela said. "Let's go downstairs and watch a movie or something."

"What should we watch?" I asked. Tyler walked over to the movie cabinet and pulled out Keith, my favorite movie. "What's this?" he asked. "That's my favorite movie," I said with a smile. "Ok then, let's watch this one." Jake looked at me and rose one of his eyebrows. The movie was a romance between a girl and a boy with cancer, and at the end of the movie the boy, Keith, died. Jake looked at me, knowing I got emotional over this movie even before the death of my sister, and probably wondering if I could handle it now. I nodded and he shrugged. The movie used to bug him, you know, a chick flick, but I had a feeling he didn't want to argue at the moment. Tyler put the movie in and we all sat down on the couch. Jake ordered three pizzas, cheese, pepperoni, and Hawaiian. I sat there for about two minutes watching the movie before my eyes filled up with tears. "You ok?" Tyler asked. I wiped away the tears and nodded. "I have to go to the bathroom," I said. I got up from the couch and started up the stairs. "You want us to pause it?" Tyler asked. "No, its ok. I've seen it plenty times." I rushed the rest of the way up the stairs and locked my self in the bathroom. My breathing had sped up. I put one hand on my throat and wiped the sweat of my forehead with the other one. I took a big breath in and released it. I walked slowly over to the sink and turned on the faucet. I let the water flow over my fingers for a while and then splashed my face a couple times with the cold water. I rubbed my face with a towel and sprayed perfume on my neck. The perfume's fragrance filled up the room and I breathed it in carefully, not wanting to much to go into my lungs. I walked away from the sink and was about to open the bathroom door when the memory I had been pushing away came to me. The day of Dustin's death. Right before we went up to play cards, we watched Keith. I was crying and Dustin was laughing at me. "Its just a movie!" she said. "I know, but its not like it doesn't actually happen all the time," I said after I blew my nose in the napkin she handed me. "Death is hard," she said, looking at the screen as the credits played, "but you can get through anything. You have me! And even if you didn't, I'm sure you could deal with it. You're a strong girl." I smiled at her and said, "Thanks for the lecture." She laughed and asked me, "You wanna go play cards?" I snapped back into reality and found more tears streaming down my cheeks. I went back to the sink and rinsed my face again. The words, "Death is hard..." kept running through my head. I walked over to the bathroom door and swung it open. "But I can get through anything," I whispered to myself. I breathed in again to compose my quick breath and headed back downstairs.

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Chocolate Soup part 4

Dear Recipe Book,

OMG-OSH OMG-OSH OMG-OSH!!!!!!! PHIL ASKED ME TO THE DANCE!!!

I don’t think you fully appreciate the awesome-ness of this moment, so let me say it again in a bigger font:

PHIL ASKED ME TO THE DANCE!!! (BASK)

I think I am the happiest person living at this current moment. Here’s how it played out:

Phil: “Hey June?”

Me (totally distracted by the chocolate bar I’m eating): “Yea?”

Phil: “Do uh...are you...do you have a date for the dance?”

Me (chocolate bar falls out of mouth, eyes widen, and Laurie wiggles her eyebrows): “NO!”

Phil: “Do you think you...might...uh...wanna go with...me?” (That sentence was the longest...ten seconds...of my life!)

Me: “YES! I mean uh...sure. Good.”

Phil (relieved and happy-looking, which made me REALLY want to do my happy jump): “Cool! So uh...I’ll pick you up at six?”

Me: “Sure!”

Well that was like the best two minutes of my whole life, but then the rest of lunch (did I mention it occurred during lunch?) was really awkward, especially since A & F/Justin walked up right after the two minutes ended. Laurie figured I was taken so she started flirting with A & F. “I thought up a nickname for you, Justin,” she said while batting her eyelashes. He looked at her and said, “Did I ever tell you my name was Justin?” She shook her head and said, “Junebug did.”

“Oh,” he said. “So anyway, do you wanna know what your new nickname is?” Laurie said, kind of impatiently. “Sure,” he said, not really paying attention, totally staring at me and occasionally looking at Phil like he was wondering why Phil wasn’t glaring at him anymore. “It’s A & F,” Laurie said. That caught his attention. He looked at her and said, “What does that stand for?” Laurie, quite happy to get him to pay attention to her, said, “Junebug helped me think of it. It stands for Abercrombie and Fitch.” Justin looked over at me and asked Laurie, without looking at her, why his nickname was Abercrombie and Fitch. “‘Cause you totally look like an Abercrombie and Fitch model,” Laurie said. Laurie always speaks her mind. As do I....as do most people at Jamestown...but anyway, this time her mindspeaking was really inconvenient. Why? Because it caused Justin to smile at me like the nickname was all my idea, which caused Phil to sit up totally straight. And then Phil decides that since he just asked me out and I said yes, that certifies him with permission to put his arm around me, which I normally would TOTALLY not mind, except for the fact that it wasn’t exactly a shoulder hug out of affection, and it caused Justin to creep me out and make me feel really bad. So Phil put his arm around me, and then Justin stared at his arm like Phil had a knife to my back or something. Seriously, he looked like he desperately wanted to lunge at it but he thought that if he did, Phil might stab me. After about two minutes of complete silence and awkwardness, Justin opened his mouth to say something, but Laurie cut him off and said, “We better get to class!” to which I replied, “Yes, definitely!” and jumped up. Laurie and I hurried away from them and toward our English class. “That was horrible!” I said. “Yea well you’re the lucky one in this situation. You’ve got Abercrombie model and mega-hot best friend fighting over you! This is so unfair.” I laughed at Laurie’s...optimism...and we went to English.

Crush Mess Cream

10 crushed candy hearts

Chocolate ice cream

1 crushed Crunch bar

C.T.I.R.,

Junebug D.I.C.

© 2009

Chocolate Soup part 3

Dear Recipe Book,

The dance is this Friday and Phil kept eyeing me like I have a permanent funky face or something. (A funky face is Jamestown’s signature facial expression for funny face pictures. How it works: you stick out your tongue, widen one eye and squint the other, pull out your ears and push your nose up like a pig snout.) I was hoping that he was looking at me that way because he’s thinking about asking me. But who knows, maybe I really do have permanent funky face.

Ok, sorry for the delay, here’s the recipe:

Funky Face Cure

1 melted Hershey’s bar

1 cup milk

1 COOKIE!!!

Chocolate cures everything...mostly. So anyway, today I was outside the cafeteria sitting at my table, waiting for slow pokes Laurie and Phil, and eating a chocolate bar, (Hershey’s to be exact,) when suddenly POP! there’s the gloriously hot guy I met yesterday. “Oh hi...umm...what’s your name?” I said. He laughed, “It’s Justin. And hi to you too, Miss D.I.C.” I smiled, “Would you like to sit down? My friends are being freakishly slow.” He sat down and we were talking about...you know, random stuff. Typical for Jamestown students. [BTW: in case I haven’t mentioned this before, the town I live in is NOT called Jamestown. Which is why I think the school is totally randomly named. Once I asked the principal why our school was called Jamestown and he said that he THINKS (notice how even he doesn’t know foshows, umm...foshows is for sures...anyway...) that the founder of the school was named James and he wanted the school to be like a town, a small community where everyone got along and helped each other and lived near each other. He got his wish, I suppose, ‘cause everyone at our school is closer to one another than grapes on a vine.] So ANYWAY, we were talking about random stuff and then Laurie and Phil walked up and Phil got all overprotective of me, which made my heart do flippies of course, but it was REALLY AWKWARD. Phil was all, “Who’s your FRIEND June?” (I’m pretty sure he said that through gritted teeth,) to which Justin replied, (with a slight eye squint,) “I’m Justin. I’m new here.” Phil looked at me and said, “Did you two just meet?” to which I obviously replied, “No. I met him yesterday after some pile of toxic waste ran over my toes with his bike and I yelled at him that he was a pile of toxic waste and was going to grow up to become a cat lady.” Phil and Laurie were, of course, totally not phased at all by the fact that I yelled that at a random stranger, whereas Justin laughed out loud. So then the rest of lunch was kind of super awkward ‘cause Laurie and I were being totally silent as Phil kind of glared at Justin and Justin kept glancing over at me like, “make him stop!” which I obviously couldn’t do. So that was just the most awkward lunch I have ever experienced.

So now the question of whether or not Phil likes me is pretty much certified. He does. No one acts like a dad when a girl talks to another guy unless they are the girl’s boyfriend, or the guy who has a crush on them and goes to school at Jamestown, (only Jamestown kids are that overprotective over their crush,) or if they actually are the girl’s dad. I told Laurie that I knew that Phil liked me and I just wanted to know if he was actually going to ask me to the dance or not, and she said (hallelujah moment,) that he was thinking about asking me but he was too nervous. “However,” she said, “after that little performance at lunch, I’m pretty sure he’s gonna try and ask you before that other guy does,” to which I replied, “Oh, I don’t think Justin likes me,” to which she replied, “I beg to differ.” And then we ranted about how much Justin resemble an Abercrombie & Fitch model. After only three days at Jamestown, Justin already has a nickname: A & F.

TEE HEE!

C.T.I.R.,

Junebug D.I.C.

© 2009

Chocolate Soup part 2

Dear Recipe Book,

Ok, so, normally I would give you a recipe before I ranted about girl stuff, but today I need to rant first.

I tried to squeeze Laurie like a lemon but I had no such luck. She wouldn’t breath a word! I asked her if she knew who Phil was taking to the dance, and she said I should ask him myself. I said that she was being a stinky poophead and she knew that I would never say anything of the sort to him ‘cause of my serious case of B.I.a.C.C. (belonging in a chicken coop.) So I asked again, and she said I would just have to wait and see. When I reminded her of my serious lack of patience, she laughed and said, “Patience is a virtue,” to which I replied, “Which I do not carry,” to which she said nothing. UUUUGGGH!

Unsqueezable Lemon Juice

1/2 cup fresh SQUEEZED lemon juice (lemon juice may NOT be substituted. ESPECIALLY by prune juice)

1/2 box candy hearts

1/4 cup water

1 drop blue food coloring (the opposite of red, which represents love)

1 1/2 teaspoons sugar

So anyway, I was walking home and this stupid head on a bike pulled right up in front of me and ran over my toes! “OOOOWWW!” I screamed. He laughed and kept going, and I yelled after him, “YOU STUPID PILE OF TOXIC WASTE!” He turned his head to look at me with this expression like I was a total psycho and I yelled, “YOU ARE GOING TO GROW OLD AND BECOME A CAT LADY WITH NO LIFE AND 27 STUPID CATS!” He looked back at me again, this time looking like I was more than a psycho and he needed to get away fast, and I yelled, “YEA THAT’S RIGHT! A CAT LADY!” He pedaled faster. I guess I forgot that people who don’t go to our school are more used to comments like, “YOU JERK!” or “WHAT’S YOUR PROBLEM?!” Yea well, I still think he’s a toxic pile of waste. But maybe he’ll have 26 cats.

So now I need to continue on to the strange yet glorious event that occurred directly after my screaming fest at the random biking kid. I heard someone behind me laugh and turned around to find this gloriously hot guy standing there, practically basking in his own glory, clapping for me. “Nicely done. You go to Jamestown High, I suspect?” he said. I smiled and said, “Yes. The randomly named building filled with a bunch of dumbies who falsely claim that the place is a school.” He laughed, “Well, that’s interesting. What’s your name?”

“Junebug D.I.C.” I replied. “What does ‘D.I.C.’ stand for?” he replied with a smile. “Dumby in command,” I said. (I’m not shy.) He laughed, “I should have known.” I smiled, “Yes, you really should have, everyone else in this town does.” He nodded, “That would make sense then, ‘cause I’m new around these parts.”

“Really...where are you going to school?”

“Jamestown. I actually started yesterday, but I still hadn’t caught word of you being the D.I.C.”

“Well, now you know.”

“Now I know.”

Ok, so, I know it may seem kinda weird that I memorized everything we said to each other, but...I’m a really weird person! You should know that by now!

Here’s a few songs that you absolutely MUST hear if you ever become a human:

Girl by Jim Sturgess

Hey Jude by Joe Anderson

All You Need is Love by Dana Fuchs and Jim Sturgess

Those songs are all from the movie Across the Universe. You should also watch that movie if you become a human.

C.T,I.R.,

Junebug D.I.C

© 2009.

Chocolate Soup part 1

Dear Recipe Book,

Some people simply don’t completely understand the genious-ness of using a recipe book as a diary. Those weirdos think that I should use a recipe book to actually put recipes in! Can you believe that? Well, ok, so technically I do put recipes in this. But still.

I decided to concoct something that would make all those dumb heads realize the supreme amazing-ness of my recipe book/diary plan. Here goes:

Itamerian Soda (a mix between Italian sode and american soda)

1 cup milk

1/2 cup bubbly water

1/2 cup fruit juice (any fruit juice may be used. Except prune juice.)

I know this one is pretty simple, but I’m sure it gets rid of the grouchies.

I was thinking hard about that one special recipe I’m trying to think up all through math and science today. I decided two things that seem so obvious I don’t know why I didn’t think of them before.

1. It MUST have chocolate
2. It MUST NOT have prune juice

I also found some cool quotes while I was reading everything I could find in my backpack during English class.

“These letters are so Y-chromosome. A girl’s death threats would have way more style.” -Laurie Faria Stolarz, White is for Magic

“Ambrose: What is the only thing you can break when you say its name?

Stella: You’ve got me.

Ambrose: Silence.” - Bob Phillips, Ultimate Good Clean Jokes for Kids

I just thought those quotes were TOTALLY AND UTTERLY AWESOME and worth mentioning. So anyway, now I better tell you about the stuff girls usually rant about in diaries.

Sam, (better known as M.C., or Mayan Chick, ‘cause she’s all obsessed with everything Mayan,) has lately been trying to hang out with Phil, Laurie and I because she, along with every other kid at my funked school, thinks that we’re the popular kids. I think the reason for this is that our school wants to be normal and have popular kids but unfortunately we don’t, and Phil, Laurie and I are the only kids in the whole stupid school that where brand name clothes. As I may have mentioned a few hundred thousand times in my last entries, Phil is my bff/guy I’ve liked since kindergarden. He is totally gorgeous, (black hair, blue eyes, tall, strong,) utterly sweet and patient and kind, incredibly funny, and, unfortunately, totally clueless. He has NO IDEA that I like him and since I’m a stupid little chicken who can’t admit her feelings, I didn’t think anything was going to come out of us anytime soon. I changed my mind when M.C. Said that Phil has been staring at me a lot and she heard him whisper something to Laurie about asking me to the dance while I wasn’t looking...or hearing. This, of course, made me do one of those little happy jumps where I turn in a circle in the air and then quickly sit down and act like nothing happened to prevent drawing attention to myself. Except, unfortunately, this time I did the little spin in PE and I totally failed and completely drew attention to myself, especially since we weren’t actually supposed to be sitting so the whole sit-to-undraw-attention thing really didn’t work and I felt like a big doofus. I don’t understand why they were all so surprised. That type of behavior really isn’t that rare for me. (Or for anyone else at our school.) So anyway, I’m gonna talk to Laurie tomorrow and try to squeeze her like a lemon to get every little detail out of her.

C.T.I.R., (which by the way means cook ‘til I return, I decided to think of something better than ttyl,)

Junebug D.I.C. (dumby in control...I decided to change it from just ‘Junebug’)

© 2009