Too Good

Chapter 1: Stick To The Script

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      " I should never have let you into my life" I shouted in an abrasive tone with tears running down my face. The tears are hot and full of regret. They sting but not as much as the pain he has caused in my life. I'm tired of looking over all the wrong he's done.
      "Damn it Vivian just say it, tell me how you're too good for me and leave me just like everyone, but never forget. I loved you. Never forget" Jake yelled while holding my pale face gently in his hands.
    I looked away from him and he stood up and left and his unborn babies , forever.
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               1 YEAR EARLIER
     "What you need is a tan my friend" Julie whispered to me from across the aisle. I motioned for her to shut up, we're in church for goodness sake.                 

      Julie has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. Our parents grew up together, but that doesn't mean much. You see we live in a small town with a population of  609.                       Everybody's parents grew up together. I first noticed her in kids church when she threw a fit and stomped her feet on the ground. Her bright red hair jumping up and down with her.

     That was the day I became best friends with  Julie Ann Henderson, the sheriff's daughter.
         My father wrapped up service with a prayer I have heard every Sunday for the past seventeen years. I could say it backwards, in pig latin, and French. I do have an advantage I have been taking French for the past fourteen years. Piano for the past twelve. Last but not least ballet for the past ten.
     I'm getting off topic. My father is the pastor of the town church, as his daughter, I have to go around asking everyone to attend a Sunday dinner at my house. I personally think my house is  way too big, I'm an only child. It's just me, mom, and dad.
  "Vivian Mitchell" I heard a familiar voice say. I turned around with a big smile to see my friend that I haven't seen in two long years. Matt has been my friend since middle school. He has always been a shoulder to lean on.

"Matt!" I expected to face a scrawny boy with acne and braces but I saw a winsome Matt. I looked at him from head to toe. He must have grown a whole foot taller and gained muscle. Definitely not what I was expecting is this what two years of boarding school does to boys.

   "You look different Matt" I said while handing out invites to church members.

    "Take a picture, it just May last longer Vivs" he said in a conceited tone. I rolled my eyes at him.

  "Did you miss me" he said dragging the e sound in mewhich he knows I hate.

   "Of course I did Matt, how have you been" 

    "Alright, missing everyone " he said with a smile. Then he engulfed me in a hug. I felt so tiny in his arms. Like one small drop of water in an ocean.

  The sound of my mother clearing her throat. Brought me back to reality.

   "Vivian it's time to go dear we need to prepare church dinner, and Matt it's nice to see you again" my mother said.
       Matt and my mother chatted and I walked over to my cousin Rebecca to tell her to start the car. The car ride home was fun. Rebecca told me about what it's like in NYC. She recently started college there. I don't think I could ever leave this town. It's my heart.
     After Sunday dinner, I helped my mom and Rebecca cleanup and then I headed to my room.
       I did my usual night skin care routine and then I prayed. Next I curled my waist length blond hair for school the next day. I live a simple life. I'm starting to feel bored of it all though, same thing same people every day. During the week go to school get good grades. During the weekend study French and take ballet classes. Sunday go to church and make Sunday dinner sometimes. I hope my senior year will be different. Tonight when I prayed, I prayed for something to happen anything. I feel like I'm living a script that never changes. It's time to go off script.
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Julie 

Matt