ok hi everyone. umm, this is just a little story i wrote for school; for vocab (thats why words are underlined; im to lazy to take it off) so yeah, i hope you like this tell me what u think and if u get confused...justmessage me:)
The Love Fiasco
It’s hard to have such an inert heart like mine inside you. I feel like it’s this deep, black abyss; sucking up all my happiness and joy…I scratch that line out of the poem in my diary; as my mom drives me to our new home. I’m not excited have to befall the move. I will miss all my friends, my old school, my old boyfriend. I stop myself, who am I kidding, I thought, I don’t miss that cheater at all. I rested my chin on the palm of my hand as we drive swiftly on the road. At such a crucial part in my sixteen-year-old life, why would she be making a change of homes…I guess that’s just my mom; always wanting something new; I suppose that’s why her and my dad got a divorcé. I wrap my hand around this beautiful diamond heart necklace that’s part of my heritage. My mom turned off the radio as she briskly drove the car threw the trees leading to the house. I could hear the crisp autumn leaves crunch underneath the wheels of the car. When we reach the big white home she negligently parked the car, so it was crooked in the driveway. She got out of the car and quickly made her way to the door. The whole ride up here she keep saying how happy she was to finally leave Maryland and move to Connecticut. I just sat in the car; in oblivion as she was loving her new home. I eventually closed my eyes and fell asleep in the warm car.
I heard a knock on the window of the car. It wasn’t my mother, but it was one of the movers. They asked me where I wanted the boxes. My mom ran out and said pointing her finger, “Just over there would be fine.” They walked away with the boxes and she looked down at me, “sweetie you look pallid.” I touched my face. She scoffed, “Ok well get out of the car and pick out your room.” I sighed and got out. The diary on my lap fell on the cement and I just looked down at it. “Come on pick it up Jade before the papers blow away,” my mom said in a calm and rational voice before walking over to the movers. I bent down and gathered all the papers. Just then I heard the leaves cracking and I looked up and saw this boy staring at me from his doorway. My long blonde hair fell in my eyes and I pushed it behind my ears. I finished gathering my diary pages and stood looking over at the same spot. The boy was about seventeen; he was tall with black hair and green eyes. He leaned his back against his doorway taking a drag from his cigarette then blowing the smoke up in the air; he looked so cool. He was still staring at me and all I could think was is this really happening to me? This sort of thing only happens in love parables and usually ends with the boy and girl falling deeply in love with each other; living happily ever after, but this was reality and I knew better. I walked away holding my diary close. I could still feel his piecing green eyes watching me, but I kept my cool and made it inside.
After I picked my room; a big spacious one with one big window that lead out to a balcony, the movers placed my bed and wardrobes where I wanted them. I wanted to just fall on it and go to bed, but I knew I had to garnish my room with my belongings. It was still light out. It was about 5:00. As I made my room look nice; placing sheets on my bed and my play station on the soft carpet. I opened the window up to let in some fresh air. I plugged in my radio and played my favorite CD. I sang and danced to it.
When I fished decorating I shut off the music and looked around at how much I embodied my room. I sighed into a smile and walked out on my balcony. I leaned over the railing a little to look at the ground, I was pretty high up. When I look up I could see into the window of the neighbor’s home. I didn’t want to invade their privacy, but I noticed something, it was that boy’s room. It had dark navy blue walls and I could see him sitting at a computer desk. I tilted my head in curiosity and squinted my eyes to see what he was looking at. Just then I noticed he began to get up. I quickly relocated my eyes on something new. I told myself don’t look back whatever you do; don’t go looking like a stalker, Jade. I couldn’t help it, I had to see if he was watching; so I casually wondered my eyes over to his window, just to see him look away quickly; it was so cute. I smirked just as he looked up at me again. He smiled back at me as our eyes connected for a few seconds before I innocently looked down. We did this for about two minutes before I heard my mother call out to me. I looked toward my room door and began to feel exasperated. I walked off the balcony, but just before I closed the window and curtains I gave him a little wink.
I ran the stairs and asked what she wanted. As I looked around I saw a few last dregs of her things. My mother called me to her because she wanted help hanging one of her opus painting in the dining room. When that was done I got ready for a new school in the morning. I fell right asleep, not knowing what tomorrow would bring.
The last bell rang. School was so boring. It wasn’t challenging at all. The math teacher was saying “the fraction 4/3 is the reciprocal or the fraction 3/4.” Now please, that’s baby math. I made no new friends in my first day and I didn’t see that boy there; oh well. A veneer layer of dust flew in the air as the bus dropped my off at my house and that’s when I saw him. He was sitting on his front steps smoking. I looked at him and he looked right back; I mustered up the courage to ask, “Where do you go to school?” and he replied flatly “I don’t go to school.”
“You’re a drop out?”
He laughed, and all I could think was why would I say that? He then blew out some smoke and said “I’m a graduate,” he took a drag, “top of my class.” I smiled and began to walk away, but he stopped me with his voice. “What’s your name?”
“Jade,” I replied quietly and he put out his cigarette and got up heading toward me. He stopped in front of me and said, “I’m Damien.” He put out his hand and grabbed it shaking it gently. He smiled then kissed it lightly. I blushed and pulled my hand away slowly. I notice the stricture space between us and back away a bit. “It’s nice to meet you,” I muttered out still blushing, “but I really should get inside.” I backed up to the front door looking him up and down. “Bye.” I said before turning away “Hey!” he yelled out before I closed the door. I poked my head out. “Want to see a movie sometime?” A huge grin formed across my face and I agreed to his plans.
We dated for about a year; it was going so well. He gave me anything I wanted; he spoiled me so. He brought me this beautiful necklace with the words “I love you” engrained on the inside. I had no money for something big so instead I gave him something very special to me. My diamond heart necklace my grandma gave to me; my heritage. He always wore it; just hide it on the inside of his shirt. After all, it was a woman’s necklace. Everything was going perfect until a rumor went around that I cheated on him. I tried and tried to reassure him that I never cheated on him, but still he broke up with me…I was so depressed…he meant so much to me, I just had to…
Dear diary,
I’m afraid this will be my last entry. Damien destroyed my heart and I can’t live with this unbearable sadness anymore. It’s hard to lose someone you care about so much due to a lie…mom if you’re reading this, I’m sorry I have to leave you and I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you because you were right from the start, he did break my heart. I can’t-… I need to free myself, I need to be at peace for once in my life… good bye.
p.s. tell Damien, I forgive him…
Those were her last words…let’s all pray she makes it to a better place. Everyone looks down in sadness then back up at her casket where her body peacefully lies. The church doors open and all the guests look back to see Damien…The room grows deathly silent. He slowly walks down the middle of the church, making his way to Jade’s dead body. The people all watch him…He grows nearer and nearer, finally getting up to her casket. He looks at her and gently strokes her hair. His warm tears fall on her soft smile…he places her necklace in her hands and kisses them lightly…His cry gets louder and fills the church and he falls to his knees… “I’m so sorry Jade.”…
I close my diary as my mom and I reach our new home. “This sort of thing only happens in MY love parables, but this is reality and YOU should know better…don’t believe everything you read.”
