Journaling Schizophrenic

Entry four: Ready, Set, Go!

Since this was a NaNoWriMo novel the beginning is, I admit, a little all over the place (it'll probably be the first thing I change if I ever properly revise it...) but once the story get's going it all comes together. Anyway, if you're still reading this I thank you very much :)

Don't be afraid to let me know what you think!

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Entry four:

Ready, Set, Go! Marny bet me today that I couldn’t start all my entries with song titles. If she wins she gets gloating rights for a month. If I win though, she has to stay quiet while I try to pay attention to all the important things I need to hear, i.e.: the teacher or my grandparents.

Besides that very exciting new factor, I happen to be sitting in French class bored, waiting for M. Periot to show up for class. People around me are talking to each other, or doodling his name in their notebooks; after all he is still the hot new teacher at the school. Believe me, if it was just me, I probably wouldn’t notice things like that, but it’s hard to ignore when half the girls around you are sighing happily and he’s not even here yet. I can tell you though it’s not good for my sanity to have Sadie in my head reciting some romantic French poetry which I haven’t ever heard of before. There is definitely something wrong with that one let me tell you.

Then again, having voices chattering in your head constantly doesn’t seem too right either, but it’s all relative I suppose. While we wait and Sadie’s distracted on her imagined balcony reciting poetry, Marny decides she should amuse us all by telling a story.

In this one there is a boy and a girl. They don’t know each other very well yet, but for some reason they keep popping up around each other. One day there’s a fair at the school to raise money for charity, as well as new equipment for the audio visual kids.

At this fair there was a fortune-teller’s tent. Even though it happened to be one of the teachers; she may not have spent her entire time in a smoky, dark shop, but over the years she had gained respect among the student population as well as her coworkers. This teacher was known for having wise premonitions.

So the boy in this story ducked into the sweet-smelling tent and sat down to have his fortune told from the crystal ball. Once they started, the teacher’s eyes started to glaze over a bit and her voice got to a deeper tone quite different from her normally chirpy voice. As her hands traveled across the crystal she started to say something. In the end all the fortune he’d gotten for the money he spent was, “Your future awaits you outside.”

Sadly the boy thought this was a vague and pointless fortune. What he failed to notice was the short girl standing by the open flaps of the tent. Once the boy had gone, the girl, along with her friends walked in to get their fortunes read. They had tried a few   times to persuade their teacher to read their palms or auras during school, but she refused to mix her personal abilities with her professionalism. By the time the girls had sat down comfortably, the teacher had slipped back into her trance-like state.

Her immediate reaction was to grab the girl’s hand quickly and flip it over palm-side up. She said to the girl as she frantically moved her fingers in rhythmic movements along her palms, “Oh dear, you poor girl. You will constantly be forced together with your soul mate but neither of you will ever realize it and so you will decide to start families with the wrong people and ruin your lives again.” The poor girls had no idea how the woman could get all that just from a few wrinkles.

“But there is hope this time my child,” she continued. “You will bump into him today when you are least expecting it. Do not brush off this fortune as he just did. For if you do, you will not be able to make it right. Remember to give him the light of day, no matter what your initial reaction, and stay positive.”

She then tried to excuse herself with the excuse of spiritual draining. The girls were indignant though and demanded to get their money’s worth. She read their palms too, but no one else’s was anywhere near as detailed as the first fortune.

The other girls all thought it’d been some bogus fortune, left the tent and went on with the day as if nothing had happened. The girl however, who had a fascination with the abnormal, kept her fortune in mind, trying to puzzle it out for she most certainly didn’t want to ruin two lives unnecessarily.

As the day wore on and no one bumped into anyone, the girl started to doubt that she would. But it happened just like the teacher had predicted - right when she didn’t expect it. She had just left her friends and was going up to her floor taking the elevator up. When she finally got there, she was deep in thought and didn’t pay attention as she stepped off the elevator.

Of course the crash was not life threatening, but both parties knew they would have huge bumps on their foreheads later on. As they were each apologizing to each other, the girl realized what had just happened. She quickly gave him a once over and soon realized why the fortune teller’s advice had been to give him some attention; he was a scrawny kid with a big mop of hair covering most of his face, and he was wearing a t-shirt and jeans.

As opposed to getting off and going home, the girl followed the boy back into the elevator only to get a strange glance from him. “Hey, did you go into the fortune teller’s tent today?” she asked, trying for subtlety, but the question surprised the boy and all he managed to gasp out was a “How did you know?”

The girl just shook her head and introduced herself. This was the first official day of the rest of their lives.

Wasn’t that a lovely story? Especially without all the inappropriate comments?

Anyway, M. Periot just came in, and I have to focus on understanding what he’s saying through Sadie’s panting.