Into My Own
One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.
I should not be withheld but that some day
into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.
I do not see why I should e'er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear.
They would not find me changed from him they knew--
Only more sure of all I though was true.
Robert Frost
P R E F A C E
We spend our entire lives trying to become something we’re not. Trying to be the most popular, have the nicest car, the best clothes, trying to be more perfect then those Barbie dolls we would play with as a child. Everything in high school revolves around trying to outdo the goals set by others. Whether it is beating the rival school’s football team or being prettier than the girl that sits next to you in homeroom. We live in a generation were you’ll take a girl’s skin and wear it to her birthday party.
We envy celebrities for their perfect life. We want the makeup artists, publicity, the fame, the fortune, all that stuff that doesn’t really matter. If we’re not lucky enough to be them, all we want to do is meet them. Of course, I wanted to be girl the around a celebrities arm, but what girl wouldn’t? I’m Meredith Yelkaoc. I tell it as it so if you can’t take that, just stop reading now. All this generation wanted in life was to impress their peers. We want to be lucky enough to embrace a celebrities’ presence. Stand out in the crowd and have them smile at YOU. I have never given much thought to meeting one, or in this case five, until more recently when a certain boy band came into my hometown of Detroit. 5th Avenue.
Chapter One
I walk down the same halls I have for almost two years now. Beige walls, with blue doors every ten feet or so. Blue lockers line the hallways. No windows in this prison of a school. My blonde hair is thrown up in its accustomed messy knot at the top of my head. I don’t have as much make up on as usual, but it’s enough to keep me school-presentable. It’s another Michigan late spring day in the state where it’s almost always cold. It near the end of the school year. Less than a month left of school. My customary sweats are on with a school T-shirt sporting the Eagle mascot I bought from a friend for the dance team. I’m just a sophomore so I have given up really trying for school unlike most of the freshmen, plus, it’s the end of the year. No one really cared that much anymore. I’m not super popular, but not a big nerd. I stay away from the drama. I have a graduating class of 800 in the huge school in the metro Detroit area and try not to stick out like a sore thumb.
I see my best friend Dayna at her locker with her dirty blonde hair down straight. She was wearing skinny jeans with a sweatshirt. Her tall slender frame was natural and a lot of the girls at school secretly envied her. "Having a little trouble with that lock?" I jokingly laugh when I see her get frustrated with the complicated lock.
"Ha ha, very funny," she answered in a sarcastic tone and then somehow managed to open her locker. Of course the inside was cluttered beyond all belief.
