August 28th 2013
"It's like a TV show." I said trying not to let my voice crack "it's not over it's just... to be continued." I wrapped my arms around my now ex-boyfriend in a right embrace. He hugged me back tracing circles around the small of my back with the tips of his fingers. "you know I hate waiting I between seasons." he said his voice full of regret. He leaned down to press his soft lips against mine one last time before hurrying to his car packed with suitcases and boxes all ready to be moved into a college dorm. Paul was headed to his freshman year at BU which was a long way from the small town in Maine I lived in. Paul's car roared to life and he waved before speeding down the driveway. I waved back, my eyes welling up with tears. There was no turning back now.
For the next two days I moaned and groaned around my house until my brother Jeremy (or JSR for short) finally said "come on Tyson get a life!"
Yes, you heard right my name is Tyson. Actually my full name is Marielle Rose Troulson. Everyone calls me Tyson because my brother insisted it when he first learned how to talk. The name stuck and I would forever be known as Tyson; not the famous Mike Tyson nor the brand of chicken nuggets but the short blond girl from Maine.
After my brothers rude remark our mom phrased it in a kinder way. "Tyson why don't you get up and actually do something instead of sitting around feeling sorry for yourself." I sighed and put on my best "feel sorry for me" look before grumbling into the kitchen. I measured flour into a large bowl, stacked lumps of brown sugar, and began making the cure of all sadness; chocolate chip cookies. I cracked eggs against the bowl, crumbling the shells in my abnormally small fists feeling the yolks ooze through my fingers. I molded the cookie dough into little balls and tossed them onto cookie sheets. I slid the sheet into the oven and soccer-kicked the door closed. I sat on the couch endulging in my new favorite book until the timer dinged and the smell of sugary goodness wafted into the room. I stuffed myself with the warm, melty goodness and slowly recovered from my state of misery.
After sufficiently eating my feelings I decided that I wasn't going to progress any further with my all-state music if I let it just sit there and stare at me. I drank a tall glass of water, washing out any residual sugars in my mouth leftover from my sugary feast that might harm the padding on the keys of my lovely brazen instrument. I stuck a reed in my mouth and clicked open my metallic music stand. I screwed my reed onto my mouthpiece and spread my sheet music out over the cold metal. I blew into the mouthpiece and the room was filled with a beautiful golden sound. I curled my fingers 'relax' I told them and played through each scale. After running through my music I was in a somewhat presentable mood. it was a good thing too because tomorrow is the last day of summer.
~Tyson
