The Price of Our Dreams

To Do Item #2: Craigslist Ads: Making Dreams Come True?

“The only thing predictable about life is its unpredictability.”  -Remy (Ratatouille)

One thing to know right off the bat about me is that I am one of the most stubborn people one will ever meet. Whenever I get an idea, no matter how crazy or unrealistic it sounds, I roll with it until it has either crashed and burned horribly, or until it became an accomplishment. I knew that this idea, the one Rose told me was crazy, wouldn’t work because everything the world had ever told me said it wouldn’t. My gut or brain apparently didn’t believe in the universe or what it was telling me. That was why I was locked in the bathroom with my black Wildwood hoodie on and up, leaning against the bath tub with my laptop on my knees and the lights off.

I was just putting in my password when I heard a knock on the door. Me, being the occasional idiot, answered “come in,” and unlocked the door, only because I knew it was my sister Kiersten. When she popped open the door and fit her curly brown head through she was chuckling at me.

“What,” I asked, only to have her chuckles grow louder as she replied in between “only you would say ‘come in’ when someone knocked on the door to the bathroom.” I shook my head at her and patted the area on the bath mat next to me.

“No, you would do it too, that’s why we are sisters. Now come on in, lock the door, and tell me if I’m crazy,” I ordered. She did as told and then glanced at me up and down, concern in her brown eyes.

“Why are you looking at me like that,” I questioned, as she positioned me to face her and then placed her hand on my shoulders.

“Look, Jasy, whatever you are going through I’m here for you,” she said pulling me into a bear hug that caused my laptop battery to fall out. Gosh dang it. I tried getting out of the hug by pushing on her stomach, but she only pulled me in harder, cutting off my circulation and putting the laptop in an uncomfortable position between my stomach and neck.

“Kiers…off…can’t…OXYGEN,” I panted as my sister had me in a death hold. She finally let go of me, the look of concern, though not for my lack of breathing, still evident on her face. Once recovered, I glared at her, yelling “What the hell was that for? You look at me like you want to know what’s wrong, then the next moment I’m in a death hold!”

“Aren’t you doing something illegal,” Kiersten exclaimed. “I mean it sure looks like it, its dark and raining outside and you’re in here by yourself looking depressed and…”

“Hold on now. I’m in a Wildwood hoodie which has bubble letters in cheetah print writing and just because its black, I have my hood up, and its coincidentally raining outside you think I’m doing something ILLEGAL,” I whisper yell, not wanting for our parents to come in and ask us what the heck our problem was… again.

“Well yeah. I mean, I never thought it would be you, aren’t you supposed to be goody-to-shoes, but this looks illegal,” she whisper yelled right back.

I can’t help but smirk at my baby sister as I tell her “Damn little ostrich. You’ve been sheltered way more than I think you have if you think what I’m doing is illegal.”

“Oh,” she sighed in relief, “so then what are you doing,” she then asked as she turned me back into my original position, fixed my hoodie, and turned on my laptop.

As the laptop booted and I opened Google Chrome I explained everything to my sister, who when I was done, only said “OOOOAA”. I laughed at her and shrugged my shoulders.

“So how is the Internet going to help you exactly,” she asked. “I mean yeah it does have the answers to everything and some pretty funny dog videos, but I don’t think it’ll give you a couple million for a congrats on your report card,” she stated.