Excerpts Of Stories I'll Never Write

10

It is June 17, 1954. The sun is shining and birds are chirping, their singing drifting with the slight breeze as well as my white dress.

I'm on my way to Mel's, the local diner here in Doctburry. They have the best burgers I have ever tasted, they also have James. James Thomas Williams - my biggest crush. He is a dream. His coffee brown hair always has that little twist at the tip, his eyes are the prettiest shade of blue that I've ever seen, and his lips, gosh those lips, they have always been a beautiful pink.

I could see the familiar fluorescent blue letters from here, and the tunes of the latest Barbara Windsor song echoing through the speakers. The teens of Rydell High were crowding the entrance. I spotted a few friends standing around talking and laughing, that was until they saw me. Then the whispers started.

I walked up to Louise and Linda who both looked at me with wide eyes. "Hey, what's with all the funny looks?" They continue to stare at me until Louise finally snaps out of her trance. She grabs me by my arm and pulls me away from the others, Linda included.

"When were you gonna tell us?" She has a certain look in her eyes that frightened me. "What do you mean?", I ask. She rolled her eyes as if it was obvious. "About you.. a-and James." I look at her confused. "Can you clarify for me?". I glanced up to see a few girls looking at me with despise and some of the boys snickering, "What about James and I?" She got a slight blush on her face and leaned towards me to whisper in my ear, "You and James did it!"

Horrified, I pull back quickly, my blonde locks flying, as I look at her incredulously. "What ever do you mean Louise!" She seems shocked, and she should be. James and I have only spoken once before, and that was when he needed help on our math homework.

"Oh go lie to somebody else! I'm your best friend, you should have told me!" I whip my head around to hear the sound of laughter emerging from.. James? But of course, there's James standing there in all his glory, his leather jacket clinging to his every muscle. I storm over to him, my cream flats stomping against the ground like thunder. "James", he looks at me and so do his other goons, "may I talk to you, in private please?" He looks at his boys and chuckles, "Whatever you have to say to me, you can say it in front of my boys."

I let out a huff before continuing. "Okay", my lips purse as I carry on, "What is going on with all these lies? People are saying that you and I have...", I pause deeply embarrassed, "done it." His right eyebrow quirks up as he smirks, "Well, why are you calling them lies when they are in fact the truth." I gasp. Did he really just say that?

"James Thomas Williams, you take that back! I have never done anything of the sort with you, and I never will!" Tears formed in my eyes as everyone around him proceeded to laugh, himself included. "You're... you're a fake, and a phony! I hate you, James Williams, and I hope you go to hell!"

I hear many people gasp, Louise and Linda included, but I can not care less. Who would? I don't feel comfortable in the situation anymore, so I do the one thing I can think of. I run. Down the street, across the tracks, past the pond and into the woods. Somewhere along the way, I'd lost both shoes and my dress was torn in several places, but I continue.

I go to my spot; a clearing in the woods that changed into a meadow filled with many types of wild flowers. My favorites were the daisies, because they were imperfect like me. As I walk around, I find a log and sit on it and then that's it. I completely obliterate.

"If there's a God up there, can you hear me? Can you hear my pain? I'm hurting. I thought James was perfect, but looks can be misleading." I sit here a while longer, and I cry some more and it hurts. "James.. why? Why me? What did I do to deserve this?" I only get silence as a reply. "I guess that was my fault.. believing you to be better than you are, but what can I say? You were always deceiving and I was always a fool."