If this writing style looks familiar to you, it probobly is. Lisa McMann, I love how she writes. So I decided to try it out becauseI like it... Sorry if It gets off tense in some places. This chapter doesn't tell you much, but the next chapter will.
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Here's a quote I thought fits the story well...
-Life is the curse. Sleep is the remission. Death is the cure.-
~~~Denise Mugford .
Valarie
Chapter one
By: Amber Boles
Wednesday, June 9, 1999 7:42 P.M.
A loud noise booms outside. The windows shake in and out. Valarie can't wait for them to shatter.
She sits alone on a beanbag chair. Waiting.
The door bell finally rings, the pizza has arrived. She pays the delivery boy and opens the box, whiffing in the aroma. Cheese pizza. Her favorite.
She sits on the couch in front of the T.V. Sponge Bob blares, threatening the speaker to blow. Valarie turns the volume down.
She changes the channel. Flipping. Finding nothing of interest. Just crap. She eats two slices of pizza and puts the rest in the fridge. The rain pours harder.
Valarie contemplates between a shower, or going to bed early. She hasn't showered in a few days.
8:02 P.M.
As soon as her head hit's the pillow, she remembers she wanted to write down the dream she had the night before. She had three dreams, but could only remember one. They were dreams she wants to remember.
She lay there for a few minutes, trying hard to remember. She decides to stand up in her bed and touch the dream catcher hanging on the wall.
She holds it for a minute. Nothing. She touches it to her forehead, willing it to release her dreams. Nothing.
She lay back down. After a few more moments of thinking, they come to her and she hurries to write them on paper.
She could fall to sleep now.
10:11 P.M.
Valerie hears the front door open. Close. Her parents and her older brother.
She tries to go back to sleep.
And she does.
Thursday, June 10, 1999 12:27 P.M.
Valarie sits on a bench in the park. Damp from recent rain. She doesn't care.
A few girls are huddled in a group, raving over one of their new cell phones. Valarie doesn't care. Not that she could afford one. Not to mention, who would she call?
She listens to the birds. Thinking. Not able to think. Girls talking too loud.
She gets up and moves to the other side of the park where older people are feeding pigeons. She wants to be old. Not now. Maybe later.
12:59 P.M.
Valarie rides the bus to the 7-11. Maybe she could talk to Jet today. Maybe. Hopefully. If she has enough nerve to.
She walks up to the door, and opens it. She shoves her hands in her pockets. Something gooey touches her hand. She picks it up. Her lipstick without the cap.
"Eww." She caps it and puts in back in her pocket, whipping the lipstick on her black cargo shorts. She goes up to teh cash register. Behind it was a tall, tan, blonde, beach body boy. Jet.
"Hey," Valarie said as she approaches the desk. Jet brightens up, then leans over the desk.
Valarie meets his yearning lips. "Hey," said Jet. "haven't seen you in a while.
"Been around," Valarie replies. Not really been around. Cooped up for the summer.
"I get off for lunch in five, want to hang out?" Jet comes around the counter. He leans on the side. Crosses his arms. Knowing something is up. "Did I do something?"
More like you didn't do anything, thinks Valarie. She stays silent.
"Val, babe. What did I do?" Val doesn't speak a word. Better that way. Jet sighs.
Val musters up some courage, and says what she came to say. "It's over." Jet doesn't flinch. Like he's okay with it. Knew it was coming.
1:18 P.M.
Valarie waits for the bus, and when it arrives takes it to Bok Tower Gardens. She's a member.
She shows the lady her card and walks quite a distance 'till she reaches the beginning of the garden. Up hills. Up, up, up. Until she finally decides she made it where she wanted to go.
She sits on a stone bench in front of roses. There are much more flowers than just roses. Val just likes them the best. She spends her afternoon watching butterflies flutter and land on flowers. Watches the bees. Wanting to be one.
She gets up to look around. There are tall trees everywhere. Canopying the ground shrubs and flowers. Little light gets through.
Val makes her way to the open grassy picnic area. Trees shade the area. Other couples are laying in the grass, some eating sandwiches. Val doing nothing. Just looking out at the endless trees. Orange trees, Ever-greens.
She falls asleep in the grass.
2:41 P.M.
Val wakes up. Her neck stiff. She ignores it. Down the hills to the gift shop. Something for Timmy. Wind chimes. Birdhouse. Val doesn't know what she will get him. Wait and see.
She rummages around the tiny shop. Not many people here today. She decides to get him a figurine of a squirrel. He reminds her of a squirrel. $9.99. Plus tax. She doesn't pay yet. She goes to the greenhouse room in the back. An orchid for mom. $15.95... Plus tax. She pays for it inside. $27.75.
3:57 P.M.
She takes the bus home. Already knowing Mom, Dad and Timothy are dead.
