The Many Minds of Jack Holloway

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Hello, my name is Stacy Johnson and this is my story.

"Oh my god, he is so cute", said Sarah. "I know right?", I remarked. I had been talking to a attractive man from Facebook for a few days now, and had finally built up the courage to share him with my friend Sarah. "So, how old is he again?", asked Sarah. "He's twenty-six, and he has his own place not too far from here", I respond with a smile. I was really glad that he didn't live that far away, because it would be easy for us to meet, when/if we ever do.  "Well, I've got to go, but be careful. A lot of those older guys can be total creeps" said Sarah. "I know I know. I'll be careful. See you later!", I yell as Sarah walks out the front door.

I walk back into my room and look around. My walls are covered in band posters, while my closet is full of high-end clothing with a mix of concert Tees. There is an odd scent that no doubt came from some perfume at the local Hot Topic. I am not exactly your usual teenager. I love rock music and punk rock, while my mom wants me to be her little beauty queen and be like the preppy bitches that I see in class every day.  That was just never me. From a young age, I had realized that I was different than all of the other girls that my mom made me hang around. They were interested in Barbie's and I was interested in Nirvana. My mindset was never on myself, but on others. This and a culmination of other things led me to believe that I was not like other girls, and that was okay. But that all changed when I met Jack. He made me feel things that I had never felt before. All of the love stories that I had mocked and laughed at growing up were becoming clearer and clearer each and every day. And each and every day, I fell more and more in love with him. I hadn't even met him in person, but it felt like I had known him all of my life.

"Hmm", I turn and look into my closet. "What should I..", I start, but am interrupted by a "ding!" sound coming from my computer. I smile and run over to the computer and check my messages.

"Hi there beautiful", a message reads from Jack Holloway.

"Yes!", I exclaim. I've been waiting for him to message me all day long

I quickly type "Hello there stranger" before attempting to straighten my hair as if he could see me.

He responds back quickly. "Sorry that I haven't messaged you all day. I've been busy with...work"

"It's okay baby. I don't mind. I just miss you when you get busy and can't talk to me", I type with a smile. Just happy that he has messaged me.

"I know, I'm sorry. But I have something that may cheer you up. I want to meet you. I can't stand to be another minute without you" Jack says

"Uhm, are you sure about that? I mean, I want to meet you too, but we just met and.." I respond. I have started to really like this guy. He is the definition of my dream guy. He loves the same music that I do. He is into the same TV shows, and he is even into the same romantic and cheesy books that I can't get enough of. But, even though I really like him, I'm not too sure about meeting a stranger from the internet alone.

"Just meet me at the Jimmy Carter State Library, at 9 o'clock tonight okay?" Jack says

"Okay, I guess.. I'll see you there", I type before closing my laptop. Carpe Diem right?

Little did I know that that situation would change me for the rest of my life.