A pebble in the water makes the ripple effect. Every action in this world will bear a consequence. If you wade around forever you will surely drown. I see whats going down I sang the words loud and proud.
Laying on my bed staring up at the ceiling with music throbbing in my ears making my walls vibrate softly.
My name is Lillian but every calls me Lilly. aburn brown hair that I love and isolated brooding grey-blue eyes. I am 19 I stand at 57. Im skinny cause I run and surf, I am pretty much athletic. In 5th 6th and 7th grade I was voted Most Athletic Girl. I am tan because I practically live at the beach even if my real home is in Orlando or as I call it Whore-lando. My truck has a lot of miles on it but thats cool, my dad works at a Ford dealership.
I looked around my room noticing how obsessed I have become. True I am a tad bit OCD. For you bone heads thats Obsessive-compulsive Disorder. For you dunderheads that dont know what that means its when a person is obsessed with order and perfection. Im not a total OCD freak, but my room needs to be clean. My grades arent perfect; I kept 4 Bs and a C last year. So I think Im not a total loss thank you very much.
Yes, if you havent guessed it I am a little stubborn. Its that darned gene I inherited from my mother. My parents are divorced. Well, I wouldnt call it divorced; they never actually got, hmmm, what the word? Oh yeah. Married. Im basically a Love Child, but thats okay with me. Two birthdays, two bedrooms, Two Christmas and two vacations, its all good. Im happy with it. A house in Orlando and Somewhere by a beach in California. I dont usually go there much. I like it down here with my dad in Whore-lando.
Okay then, lets talk about my dad. One word, player. He brings home girls more than he changes his boxers. I should know I do the laundry. My dad wouldnt survive if it wasnt for me. Poor dad never inherited the housework genes unlike me. I like doing the housework though, I make the money and he makes it up to me later. When I get married my hubby will do some work, if not, then Im Out. Simple as said. My dad isnt all that bad. Hes cool for one. Yes, hes actually cool. No baby pictures, no lame-as-hell jokes or pretending to be off the hezzy. My friends love him theyre all like dude, adopt me! He lets me party and stay out let, do what I want and hes totally cool with my bad habits. Not the cracking knuckles and swearing bad habits but that other kind of habits. Hell, if my dad can hell do that with us. Im talking about smoking. Yes, yes I know, shame on me, shame on me. All you need to do is rub your two index fingers together and its complete. Okay, like I was saying. My dad works at a Ford dealership so my dad is rich. He makes plenty of investments and works full time at the dealership. Yeah he owns a beach house which I spend weekends in, my valuable surfing time, but of course in late fall, and early spring I dont set foot in cause the water can be cold. Winters are spent with my mother. Ugg.
Next up, my mother. Not the most fun person. She disapproves of my surfing and bad habits. She says that they are a waste of time when I could be working or studying. She doesnt want me to end up like her, you know. Single mom working 2 jobs to support herself and in Winters me as well. You can say she is the responsible parent unlike my dad who is the fun parent. She has her moments of coolness or being laidback, but you rarely see that. Then once the moments over its back to strict rules. When Im at her place I am home schooled so I maintain my grades. I like public school better. Its much more fun chilling with friends then not having anyone to pass notes to when the teacher turns their back to write about Geometry or the insides of a frog. At her crib I am not allowed to smoke or swear. I
must be home by 12 and no parties unless it is Friday or Saturday. Yea I know it sounds like its a total waste of my down time. But its chill. I love my doubty, nagy, in my face mother. Cough. Cough. Pft, yeah right. I like my mother. Love is a strong word for her though. Sides I cant remember the last time the word love has escaped her lips as well as my dads. My parents have trained me not to say I love you to them, as did their parents to them. My mother lets me do what I want as long as I obey her curfew and rules. Shes okay. My moms place is fun to be around everything there is random . . .
Right now I am in my room and school has just ended. I lay on my bed thinking of the summer and what I can do on my free time. Wait I always have free time. Hellz Yea! Well, my room in my sanctuary. Im a normal girl. Wink. Wink. Not at all normal. My dad is cool with who I am. Especially that time my school sent me to a mental hospital to be baker-acted when I claimed I could see spirits. I was only joking and my dad laughed at my little prank. I told the shrink there that I was kind of like that one kid from the Sixth Sense. The dude believed me and said he can too. He felt really stupid when I told him I was kidding and that this was a hoax. They sent me home, very angry that I had joked my way in there. My dad on the other hand got a kick out of it but when picking me up pretended to be angry and professional. My mother on the other hand, when she found out she bought me only one present for Xmas. She told me that I was rude and a bunch of other things that I cannot remember. Anyhow, my room has black and white checkered tiles for the floor as well as my ceiling. My walls are black covered with pictures of good times and friends and posters of my favourite bands. Most of the posters are Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. The owner of the song I was previously singing. You can say I am a tad bit obsessed with them. Ronnie Winters, the lead singer of RJA, I totally would like to marry him. Haha. Just some fantasy, it will never happen I know, what are the odds of meeting him anyway.
I eventually got bored of listening to music. Stretching I sat up and yawned. Today was a no surf day. I didnt feel like going to the beach. I figured my friends felt the same but they all went to the beach. I mean there had to be someone that stayed behind right? I am neither a really and shy quiet girl. I am easily noticed cause I am really stupid. Lets just say my resume wont look so hot. I have been behind bars quiet a few times. You do a little toilet papering and spray painting and when something is too expensive you try to get a discount when all your really trying to do is make the world better; they throw you in the slammer. Tsk.Tsk. Okay I know I am not the best person and I know what youre thinking, what the hell is this girl thinking?! Well, Ill tell you what I am thinking, absolutely nothing but having a good time. I mean, come on, we arent young forever. Yes I know what youre thinking, again, thats true but you shouldnt screw up your youth. Sorry.
I switched the song from Face Down to something a bit more metal. I put on some Slipknot. The band with the best ever drummer, whose name I cannot remember at this time. I was thinking about checking my Myspace so I hopped onto the Internet.
new messages. New comments. New Picture Comments booooring. I logged off promising myself to check them later. I hummed a random song to myself and I slide down the rail of the stairs and landed on my feet.
Dad, I yelled. Today is his day off. One of the very few he has. Knowing him he might have a Hot date. So dont care. I dont really get to hang with my dad so often. Maybe he might want to chill with me. I dont know. Dad,
What is it, he yelled from upstairs. Im getting ready, cant talk honey
Lunch Date?
Sure thing. Real cutie this time Since my dad is only 37. He was about 21 when I was born. My mom was 19 when she had me.
I just groaned and went to the phone. Ill just call my friend Alicia. She is one cool cat. She taught me to skateboard. For my no surfing downtime. It keeps me busy during my winter breaks with mom. Thanks to her I can Ollie and pop-shove it, plus I can grind and slide on rails. Im working on a hella lot of other tricks! I also have to thank her for helping me improve my ATV skills as well. Yes yes, I am a stupid jockey tomboy girl. I get it. Youre probably sick of me by now. You know my favourite stunt if Lazy boy and Holy Man. Lazy boy is an Ariel stunt and so is Holy Man. Lazy boy, you put you feet over the bars and extend your arms. It can really bring on pain If not landed right which is good for me cause Im not even close to trying that. Holy man is when you stand on your seat and extend your arms making it look as if your nailed to a cross, also one I am not close to trying. Still, I can do a Disco Can, one I cannot explain.
Lucky for me she was home Hey! Not surfing today?
REST IN RESULTS AS WELL AS A SNEAK PEEK TO PART 2
mmmkay. results
No. Didnt feel like it. Yourself? she said.
Yea. Not one of my hottest ideas; bored out of my mind I whined.
Hey. Sam called earlier and asked if I wanted to help beauty up his park She said.
Sam is this really cool hottie. Brown hair that curves up from him always wearing a hat. A nice skinny body and a pop belly(he doesnt like wearing shirts very often). He has the prettiest green eyes! Plus a perfect golden brown tan. He stands at 59 and is 19. Yea, he does seem pretty young to have his own skate park. It was his dads and then his dad gave it to his older brother when he wanted a better paying job. Then his older bro started a family and got a better job so now its Sams.
Graffiti? I asked hopefully.
One of my favourite hobbies that I am terrific at.
Duhh. I told I cant she sounded a little bit disappointed in herself.
Well call him back. I wanna paint or spray. Whatever I laughed and hung up.
I'm going to see Sam again, I'm going to see Sam again, i thought to myself.
SNEAK PEEK AT PART 2
No less than thirty minutes she showed up at my house showing off her car
We parked close to the park in a handicapped spot
Shall we I said taking a spray can and wrote on the ground new to the entrance Shove It
Hey, Lillers! Sam called my name
"go out with me? It all jumbled out quickly
Ally, you knew all along didnt you?
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