The Library Card

All Good Things...

Hello, my few readers, I wrote this while listening to the Hairspray soundtrack. If this chapter seems a bit more upbeat, messier than my usual writing, then excuse me.

Good morning Baltimooooore.... Good morning Baltimoooooore. I checked the clock. Those three words had been replaying in my mind for two hours. The only words I actually remembered from the movie soundtrack my teacher had played while we were doing our classwork.

I paced around my room, almost slipping on an old, almost flattened, fluffless teddy bear my mother made for me. Raven, my sister, had falsely accused me of sneaking out, leaving her to clean the floors alone. I loved my sister very much, so I admitted to it without batting an eye. She never thanked me for basically saving her fanny last night, but that was alright. I knew she was thankful. Instead of being able to play outside with Lincoln, I had been forced to stay in my room.

 As I paced around the room, all of a sudden, I heard a big bang from my window, thinking a dumb bird had bumped into the window, and fallen to the ground. But it wasn't, it was a pebble. I didn't pay much attention to it, until two more hit my window.

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Places... are like clothing stores. And people are like the clothing. In most places, you'll find technically the same style of clothing. Just like in different cities you'll find people who all have something in common, yet you can't really place your finger on it sometimes. Let's say you go to... Forever 21. You know almost everything is like, twenty bucks. And caters to twelve to twenty something year olds, and some older women who... I don't even know. Anyways, the clothing: Cheap, nice-looking, in style. But what happens when you look a bit closer?

Sometimes, tiny little threads just sticking out, some a lot bigger than others. And when you sneakily buy some (because if Mom and Dad, found out, they'd flip crap and assume I was a streetwalker for buying something from this century) and wear them to school or somewhere else and spill honey mustard on them and put them in the wash at the laundromat, they fade, and get ruined, and the thing happens. (Thing meaning pills, but whatever.) Just like people, they either get old, wrinkly, and end up at Goodwill, or you say one little thing, like compliment a girl friend on her mustache, and not only does the thing happen, but she fades. From your life. And ends up at GoodWill like the old lady or used as a hand-me-down by your other ex-friend. 

But sometimes, you go to Forever21 or the three other stores trying to compete with it but, well, yeah, and you find that one thing. That doesn't look like the same generic shirt you'd usually find girls wear from Forever 21, or the same hipster wannabe's you'll find at the Art Festival downtown, it's... different. And nice, and inspiring. And doesn't even do the thing when you squirt mustard on it because you had trouble opening the packet and put it in the wash! I met someone like that shirt that didn't do the thing once you bought it and squirted honey mustard on them.

Darren Willson. Darren was a bit on the feminine side, but he was the coolest person you can possibly meet. So was his twin, Sinfonia, which means something along the lines of symphony, so we call her Dibs, since she's obsessed with those little chocolate-y ice cream things.

Yes. I'm one of those people that can compare anything to everything, and I'm into philosophy and psychology and all that crap.

Sue me.

Here's some more inspirational crap about me, prepare to have your mind blown to bits and pieces(Please listen to Nirvana, Lorde, or something of the sort before reading this. Prepare to be blown away by this Raven-esque inspirational, witty, paragraph about myself):

I am different from everyone in my family, I believe there are millions of universes and I believe there is other life out there. I believe in love, and I believe that there is someone out there - my soulmate, maybe not in a romantic way, but I believe in soul-mates. I believe in silly things like Big Foot, and Loche Ness, and I also believe my Dad is the biggest douche-bag to ever walk the Earth, and also maybe the biggest sexist jackass too. I also believe my Mother is the dumbest woman to walk the Earth, she literally has no opinion of her own; really. She just nods and smiles to anything Dad says even though she has the vocabulary of a fourth grader... if that.

 Anyways, let us begin at possibly the 300th time I've snuck out, I swear to God I almost got caught a few days ago, but yeah. I take Elliot's krill's (He's like in love with the poor girl, he follows her like a lost puppy. And sticks to her like, well, krill on a whale) brother's smart car, hand him about ten bucks for letting me use it, and kiss him on the cheek so I don't have to pay him more and so I make him think I'm actually interested. Poor kid. I drive downtown for about half an hour, since, praise the lord up above as my mother would say; there isn't any traffic and find the public high school, trying to find a parking space when, finally, finding one-all I had to do was stare at that freshman dead in the eye, and he knew not to mess with me.

When I finally got onto the bleachers, scanning them quickly, finally finding my... colorful friends; Darren and Dibs. Darren bowed to me and winked, "Raven dah-ling, you're looking as fabulously," he coughed, "grunge-y as always! Not at all like Urban Outfitters threw up on you!" He said, dramatically kissing both my cheeks European style. When Dibs bothered looking up and saw me, her eyes lit up as she squealed, kissing only one of my cheeks, and whispered something along the lines of "there's a nice pie cooking for you." As my eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, still staring at her, we soon both said "what?" at the same time, and I repeated what I thought she told me, when she tried concealing her laugh by smacking me across the back of my head saying "There's a cute guy looking for you, idiot. That's what I said." My eyes widened, and, silently hoping it was Cam from geometry or that other guy I saw at that party.

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"So..." His eyes darted uncomfortably to the side as I nodded thinking Oh my freaking gosh. Can this kid get any more awkward?

So apparently we had the same pre-kindergarten class (Although I didn't start school 'till kindergarten, poor boy) I felt pretty terrible for him and gave Dibs the "Please save me" look, and she did, telling us she'd lost her keys and needed my help, and he bought it, thank goodness.

"Well, you sure seemed to hit it off with that guy, he said he'd known you from before?"

"Apparently we were in the same Pre-kindergarten class." Dibs gave me a look and replied "Wait, did you even go to pre-kinder?" I shook my head and she laughed, mumbling something about boys being complete idiots.

Hi everyone, this is part one of this chapter, I didn't wanna keep my (what, like two or three if anything, but whatever) readers waiting, love you all bbys.