I'm back :)
W-O-W.
I have a big imagination, but I cannot imagine having a better Sweet 16 celebration than this beach trip. That was AMAZING. I LOOOOOOOVE my girlfriends. We're all really nice, really fun, really real, and really not into drama. We all got along great the whole time, no cattiness, no backstabbing, just a really fun beach trip. It was perfect. Lemme just hit the high spots...
Wednesday:
We drove down. That was fun. Long, but fun. We watched the Bourne Identity in the car, and ate dinner at McDonald's.
We got to the beach at around 9pm, but were locked out of the house! My dad had forgotten that my uncle had changed the locks, and we had to drive the realestate office and get the new key XD
We finally got into the house and dumped our stuff off. Then, we decided to walk on the beach a little. The house is great; you just walk out the back door, down the steps, and TA-DA, the beach :D It was totally dark, and kinda cold. We were all just standing around, but I got tired of that and ran for the water. I sprinted up this little hill at full speed.
All the sudden, no ground under me! I was freefalling! O.O *scream* Then I hit the sand. I was totally shocked and disoriented. Wha...?
I had fallen off a mini-cliff! Instead of sloping back down, the sand hill dropped off into a 5ft tall cliff!
Honestly, it was AWESOME. It was just like those scary dreams where you fall off a cliff: a burst of adrenaline, shock, fear, and you wonder what you're supposed to do about it...Then I hit the cushy sand XD
As weird as it sounds, I'd totally do it again. There's nothing like the sheer adrenaline of running off a cliff in the dark :D
Thursday:
Lots of pj-wearing, and my grandpa came! We girls walked all the way to the pier (only to find it was closed and "closely monitored with surveillance cameras" -_-), and Amanda and I walked all in the icy cold, knee-deep tide pools :D
Fajitas for dinner, then charades.
Just so you know, I HATE charades. If I could pick one game NEVER, EVER, EVER to play EVER, EVER, EVER it would be charades. I suck at it. Like, you would not BELIEVE how bad I suck. I mostly stand there looking like a deer-in-the-headlights while my teammates coach me through it >.<
After the TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO-GOOD, VERY BAD game of cha-shootme-rades, we watched "Pirates of the Caribbean". Well, we started to. We didn't finish it; we only got about halfway through it before we decided it wasn't worth keeping our eyes shut and went to our bedrooms XD
Of course, just because we girls were all in bed doesn't mean we went to SLEEP. We all stayed up and talked with our roommates for quite a while methinks XD
Friday:
We were all tired. I was tired. But it was fun. I kinda don't remember much about FriDAY, but FriNIGHT was the BEST.
Amanda and I weren't feeling very good (Kirsten blames the icy tide pools. Maybe she's right...), so we and Ellie and Kirsten went downstairs to veg.
We four talked for hours. HOURS. I love those girls. We had so much fun just talking and laughing and sharing secrets and talking about what makes good friends and on and on and ON.
We also--well, I say "we". Cavender's number got extracted, and Ellie and Kirsten decided to prank call him.
Me: "Nu."
Them: "Yep." *dials*
Me: "He's gonna know it's us."
Them: "No, he won't!"
Me: "Yes. He will. He's not an idiot."
They call anyway. He plays along, which kinda made Ellie's prank-calling day. I was kinda like >.< but he didn't mind, so it was 'kay :D
>more girly talk<
"Let's call him again."
...okay...
So, we did. Amanda talked to him first (well, kind of all of us did. He was on speaker.), then the phone got passed around and ended up with me. Lots of laughs over all this XD
At about midnight, we hung up with Cavender and most of the girls went to their own rooms. We were all kinda squished in our little room. Have you ever tried fitting three girls in a twin bed? It is not easy.
I was sooooooo tired. I rolled over against the wall and went in and out of wakefulness. They tried to keep me awake, but without muck success until Ellie started texting weird things to Cavender. Then I was like -___- *wakes up*. Only she never sent them, so then I went back to sleep.
I don't remember a whole lot about the rest of the night XD
Saturday:
*sob* Cleaning and leaving day. It was the warmest, sunniest day of all. Go freaking figure. *sigh*
We cleaned the house really fast (everyone is awesome, btw) and were on the road by 11am. We stopped at Subway and Wendy's for lunch, watching the Bourne Supremacy and Ultimatum in the car. I was SO TIRED. And wearing my trucker hat again :D Pictures possibly coming soon.
The ride home was short and filled with silence, Jason Bourne, and iPods. Then we dropped everyone off at their respective houses, and Ellie's sister came and got her from my house.
I felt pretty...peaceful after everyone was gone XD But I miss them.
I am so. freaking. tired. You wouldn't believe it. I was getting in bed TWO HOURS AGO when my dad told me that my skating hero Apolo Ohno was gonna skate tonight. I was like -______- but I got up and watched him...He just now finished all his races.
Bronze. Frick.
Okay, I'mma go pass out now. Sorry if this doesn't make a lot of sense. I'll polish it tomorrow :D
kBai.
~Kendra
P.S. Friends are the best things ever.
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Saturday, February 20, 2010
Sunday, October 18, 2009
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LIST FORMAT!
- I'm typing on my friend's laptop, and some of the keys are missing -_- There are just nubs where the key should be. So that's annoying. (Love you, Amanda :))
- Feeling MUCH BETTER
- It's very cold and rainy
- I love my friends! We all ate Atomic Fireballs on the metro ride back to the hotel, and the pictures are unbelievable :)
- Everything is SO HUGE!
- I saw the Declaration of Independence!!!!! And the Constitution! It was amazing.
- I told a really personal secret to my friends that I love, and I'm starting to regret it...which is horrible, because I really trusted them...*sigh*
- I haven't studied for the biology test AT ALL. Monday is gonna SUCK.
- We leave tomorrow.
- I'm tired, but nowhere near Tech Week Tired or Practicum Tired.
That's about all. I've lost two followers :'( Oh well; ya can't please everyone!
~Kendra
- I'm typing on my friend's laptop, and some of the keys are missing -_- There are just nubs where the key should be. So that's annoying. (Love you, Amanda :))
- Feeling MUCH BETTER
- It's very cold and rainy
- I love my friends! We all ate Atomic Fireballs on the metro ride back to the hotel, and the pictures are unbelievable :)
- Everything is SO HUGE!
- I saw the Declaration of Independence!!!!! And the Constitution! It was amazing.
- I told a really personal secret to my friends that I love, and I'm starting to regret it...which is horrible, because I really trusted them...*sigh*
- I haven't studied for the biology test AT ALL. Monday is gonna SUCK.
- We leave tomorrow.
- I'm tired, but nowhere near Tech Week Tired or Practicum Tired.
That's about all. I've lost two followers :'( Oh well; ya can't please everyone!
~Kendra
Monday, September 21, 2009
Confessions of a Chocoholic
That's not exactly what this post is about, but close enough. And it sounds cool XD
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Advice Day:
Source: Me
Advice: "Chocolate is dangerous. Consume in moderation."
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Play practice tonight :) Yayy! I still love it.
So, I wrote my short allegory for school today. I would like to put more finishing touches on it and polish it a little more, but I only had today to do it. Might go back and work on it some more. I don't really like it, but I don't completely hate it. It's just kind of blah. I'll post it at the end of this if you want to read it, but don't feel like you have to.
Today begins the first bianual Strange Confessions Week. Because...I feel like it. *blink*
Strange Confession #1: I get hurt in my dreams.
I know what you're thinking. Wow, big deal. I've gotten shoved off a skyscraper in my dreams before, too. Not exactly a confession, and not strange either. That's all true.
But you don't actually BRUISE from falling off that dream skyscraper.
I do.
I wake up with actually bruises from stuff that happened in dreams, and scratches and sore muscles, too.
The scratches thing seems easy to explain, doesn't it? I scratched myself in the middle of the night, and then I dreamed about it. Or, I dreamed about it and then scratched myself. Either way. Unfortunately, that theory flops.
Because, flexible as I am, even I can't make several long scratches stretching from my left shoulder to my right hip, and right shoulder to left hip, and neck to back, etc. etc..
Yes, that has happened to me before. How? Why? *shrug* Who knows? Not me.
End of Strange Confession #1.
*sigh* I feel like my posts are getting weird, strange, stupid, and in other ways not...not...not something. Something about my posts is different, and I can't put my finger on it. They're almost...darker or something. Do you think so, too?
*shakes head* I don't know. I think I'm going to stop typing now. I need to figure myself out. I'm sorry for being so weird. I promise I'm going to try to get back to however it was I used to be :-/
Allegory:
“Do you realize what today is?” Rennite asked Felon as they walked home from middle school. Felon frowned, glancing at her best friend with a quizzical look.
“No,” she said, tossing her dark hair out of her eyes. “What is it?” Rennite grinned.
“It’s our two month anniversary of being best friends!” she cried. Felon smiled back.
“Oh, yeah,” she agreed. “I guess we did meet two months ago at…um, where was it?” Rennite frowned.
“Elizabeth’s birthday party,” she reminded. Felon nodded.
“Oh, yeah, that was it,” she said. “Do you want to come over to my house and celebrate?” Rennite nodded, her straight, red hair catching the sunlight.
“Absolutely,” she agreed. “A little friendship party, for just you and me!” Felon smiled as the two turned into her driveway. Rennite frowned as she spotted someone sitting on Felon’s porch.
“Who’s that?” she asked, pointing. Felon squinted.
“I don’t know,” she said. “Oh, wait, is that the girl that moved in next door to the Rileys’?” Rennite shrugged, looking a bit uneasy.
“I don’t know. Do you think we should invite her inside with us?”
Felon shrugged, too. “Let’s just see what she wants.” That seemed fair enough, so the two best friends approached the lone little girl with smiles.
“Hi!” Rennite greeted, trying to be welcoming. “What’s your name?” The girl smiled, revealing perfect white teeth. Her curly, blonde hair bounced as she got to her feet.
“Temporania,” she answered. “I just moved here.” She turned to Felon. “Our moms were talking yesterday and they think we should get to know each other, since we’re both in sixth grade and everything.”
“Oh, sure,” Felon said. She tucked a loose strand of black hair behind her ear. “Um, wanna come inside? Rennite and I were just gonna have a snack.” Temporania smile brightly.
“Sounds great!”
Rennite nibbled her lip. Oh well. They could celebrate the friendship thing later…
“I love your house!” Temporania cried, looking around. Felon smiled faintly.
“Thanks. My mom likes to decorate stuff.” Rennite nodded.
“Yeah, her mom has a great eye for colors,” she said, heading for the kitchen. The other two followed. Temporania sat down at the dining room table, Felon got out the cookies. Rennite poured everyone glasses of milk. An awkward silence hovered over the three.
“So, what school are you going to go to?” Rennite asked Temporania. Temporania swallowed the last of her third cookie and answered,
“Just the public school. Right up the road. Is that where you two go?”
“Yes,” Rennite and Felon said in unison. Temporania beamed.
“Great! It’ll be nice to know some people already.” Rennite frowned and looked away. She didn’t want to snub this girl or anything, but the way she was horning in on Felon’s and her afternoon…
“Oh, hello, girls,” Felon’s mom walked in, smiling. “Felon, Rennite, I see you’ve met Temporania. She just moved in down the street. I was hoping you’d all get together.” Temporania, of course, smiled. Felon raised an eyebrow. Rennite looked away. Sensing the awkwardness, Felon’s mother suggested the girls play a game.
After a few minutes of polite, “Oh, I don’t care, whatever you want”, the game Sorry! was selected. They played three games, two of which Temporania one, and Felon one the last one.
“I guess I better head home to start homework,” Rennite said around four-thirty.
“I should probably go, too,” Temporania said, to Rennite’s relief. Felon smiled to both of them.
“Alright. I’ll see you in school tomorrow!” she called as the two other girls exited.
After dinner of , Rennite called Felon.
“Too bad we didn’t get a chance to celebrate our friendship monthaversary!” Rennite said, half joking, half serious. She could almost see Felon shrugging on the other side of the phone.
“Yeah, that was too bad. Temporania seems nice, though.” Rennite frowned.
“I guess so. I’m just a little miffed that she horned in our day. I guess she is nice, though.”
“Sure,” Felon agreed. “My mom says we’ll all be good friends. She invited Temporania and her family for dinner tomorrow night.”
“That’s cool,” Rennite said, starting to feel better. She and Felon were best friends. How could one girl change that?
The next day at school, Temporania continued being the bright, open girl she’d been the day before. Most everyone loved her, students and teachers alike. Rennite shrugged off her feelings of resentment and began to like her, too.
The feelings came back that night, though, when Felon called to talk about what a great evening her family had had with Temporania’s. Rennite tried to feel happy that Felon had a good time, but the way Felon talked about Temporania made her jealous.
Shrugging off the feelings once again, Rennite finished the conversation and went to bed.
“Finally, lunch,” Rennite said to Temporania and Felon as they made their way to the cafeteria the next day. “I’m starving!”
“Definitely,” Temporania agreed. “I could eat just about anything right now.” She looked at Felon, her eyes gleaming. “As long as it’s not plastic!” Felon burst out laughing and Temporania joined in. Rennite blinked and laughed hesitantly. It wasn’t that funny…
“Sorry,” Temporania gasped as soon as she could speak. “Inside joke.” The words hit Rennite like a punch in the stomach. An inside joke? Rennite bit her tongue to keep from telling Temporania to keep her inside jokes inside.
The three girls settled at their usual table and began unpacking their lunches.
“Look what I brought,” Felon whispered to Temporania. She whipped out two brownies—only two.
“Oh my gosh,” Temporania said. She groaned with a smile, as if she’d just heard a bad joke. “I’m guessing they’re not—”
“No, they’re fine,” Felon interrupted, grinning. Temporania took the brownie and tucked it into her lunchbox, ignoring Rennite. Feeling like she needed to prove her closeness with Felon, Rennite repeated one of their own inside jokes. Felon stared at Rennite for a moment.
“Ohhhh,” she realized. “I remember that.” She turned to Temporania and began explaining the inside joke in great detail. Rennite ate her lunch in silence, listening to Felon and Temporania finish each others’ sentences about the evening before.
After she finished her chores that day, Rennite decided to see if Felon wanted to come over and hang out. She picked up the phone and dialed the number she knew by heart.
“Hello?” came Felon’s voice.
“Felon? Hi! It’s Rennite!”
“Oh. Hi.” Was it just Rennite, or did Felon sound…disappointed? “What’s up? I can’t talk long. Temp—er, I have something I have to go do.”
“Oh.” Rennite swallowed hard. “Well, I just wanted to see if you wanted to come over, but I guess you can’t. What about tomorrow afternoon?”
“Maybe,” Felon didn’t sound too sure. Rennite heard the doorbell ring on Felon’s end of the line. “Oh! Gotta go! Talk to you later!”
Click.
Rennite lowered the phone, tearing up. She angrily slapped the tears away and set to work on her homework. If Felon would rather hang out with Temporania than her, fine. If Felon wanted to throw away two months of friendship, fine. If Felon would rather explain inside jokes to Temporania than to Rennite, fine.
But Rennite didn’t have to sit alone all day and listen to it.
Later that night, Rennite called one of her other friends and made a sleepover date for that Friday.
Over the next week, Temporania told Rennite at least fifty million stories about herself and Felon over lunch. Felon always eagerly jumped in to help tell the stories. Rennite tried very hard not to talk over Temporania with her own “me and Felon” stories, but it grew increasingly difficult.
After a couple of weeks of this, Felon stopped phoning Rennite entirely. She created a new email address and kept “forgetting” to give it to Rennite. Instead of Temporania being the one to initiate the inside jokes and stories, Felon began to start them, too. When Felon’s parents went out of town, she stayed with Temporania, not Rennite. Felon and Temporania made up a secret code, and used it around Rennite. At birthday parties and church, Felon out-and-out ignored Rennite when she tried to speak to her.
Pretty soon, Rennite decided that Felon no longer wanted to be her friend at all. She started getting close to another girl, Fidelia. Rennite and Fidelia became close friends as Felon and Temporania did. Soon, the two pairs had almost nothing to do with each other.
Somewhere around Christmas, Rennite spotted Temporania and Felon with a new girl. They all seemed to be getting along fine. Of course, by this time, Rennite honestly did not care, and went about her own business with Fidelia. She didn’t think another thing of it until Felon randomly called one day.
“Hi, Rennite!” she said brightly over the phone. Rennite was silent for a moment.
“Hello, Felon,” she said somewhat coldly. “Can I help you?” There was a slight pause.
“Well, no…I mean, I was just calling to talk. What’s up?” Felon said.
“You mean lately, or for the past four months?” Rennite continued in the icy voice.
“Er, both…” Felon said. “Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to come over later?”
“Why?” Rennite asked, almost genuinely curious. “Is Temporania busy?”
“Yeah,” Felon replied before she realized what she was saying. “She and this other stupid girl are out going to the movies or something.”
“You don’t say?” Rennite answered sardonically. “You mean Temporania ditched you for someone else?”
“Yeah, can you believe it?” Felon fumed. “So, what about later? Wanna come over and hang out?”
“Not really,” Rennite said indifferently. “I’ve actually got plans with Fidelia. See you later!”
Click.
And so the unforgiving Rennite decided it wasn’t worth Felon’s disloyal company, and Felon learned the hurt of being friends with someone who’s only looking for temporary companionship.
Symbolism:
1. "Temporanea" is Italian for "temporary"
2. "Felon" is French for "disloyal"
3. Rennite is a name meaning "stubborn"
4. Felon’s hair is black and often shadowing her eyes. This stands for shadiness, disloyalty.
5. Rennite’s hair is straight and red. The straight standing for solid principles, not going to bend for anything. The red stands for being extreme, refusing to mend the friendship.
6. Temporania’s hair is curly, bouncing from one direction to another.
7. The girls play Sorry!, a restatement of what’s to come
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Advice Day:
Source: Me
Advice: "Chocolate is dangerous. Consume in moderation."
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Play practice tonight :) Yayy! I still love it.
So, I wrote my short allegory for school today. I would like to put more finishing touches on it and polish it a little more, but I only had today to do it. Might go back and work on it some more. I don't really like it, but I don't completely hate it. It's just kind of blah. I'll post it at the end of this if you want to read it, but don't feel like you have to.
Today begins the first bianual Strange Confessions Week. Because...I feel like it. *blink*
Strange Confession #1: I get hurt in my dreams.
I know what you're thinking. Wow, big deal. I've gotten shoved off a skyscraper in my dreams before, too. Not exactly a confession, and not strange either. That's all true.
But you don't actually BRUISE from falling off that dream skyscraper.
I do.
I wake up with actually bruises from stuff that happened in dreams, and scratches and sore muscles, too.
The scratches thing seems easy to explain, doesn't it? I scratched myself in the middle of the night, and then I dreamed about it. Or, I dreamed about it and then scratched myself. Either way. Unfortunately, that theory flops.
Because, flexible as I am, even I can't make several long scratches stretching from my left shoulder to my right hip, and right shoulder to left hip, and neck to back, etc. etc..
Yes, that has happened to me before. How? Why? *shrug* Who knows? Not me.
End of Strange Confession #1.
*sigh* I feel like my posts are getting weird, strange, stupid, and in other ways not...not...not something. Something about my posts is different, and I can't put my finger on it. They're almost...darker or something. Do you think so, too?
*shakes head* I don't know. I think I'm going to stop typing now. I need to figure myself out. I'm sorry for being so weird. I promise I'm going to try to get back to however it was I used to be :-/
Allegory:
“Do you realize what today is?” Rennite asked Felon as they walked home from middle school. Felon frowned, glancing at her best friend with a quizzical look.
“No,” she said, tossing her dark hair out of her eyes. “What is it?” Rennite grinned.
“It’s our two month anniversary of being best friends!” she cried. Felon smiled back.
“Oh, yeah,” she agreed. “I guess we did meet two months ago at…um, where was it?” Rennite frowned.
“Elizabeth’s birthday party,” she reminded. Felon nodded.
“Oh, yeah, that was it,” she said. “Do you want to come over to my house and celebrate?” Rennite nodded, her straight, red hair catching the sunlight.
“Absolutely,” she agreed. “A little friendship party, for just you and me!” Felon smiled as the two turned into her driveway. Rennite frowned as she spotted someone sitting on Felon’s porch.
“Who’s that?” she asked, pointing. Felon squinted.
“I don’t know,” she said. “Oh, wait, is that the girl that moved in next door to the Rileys’?” Rennite shrugged, looking a bit uneasy.
“I don’t know. Do you think we should invite her inside with us?”
Felon shrugged, too. “Let’s just see what she wants.” That seemed fair enough, so the two best friends approached the lone little girl with smiles.
“Hi!” Rennite greeted, trying to be welcoming. “What’s your name?” The girl smiled, revealing perfect white teeth. Her curly, blonde hair bounced as she got to her feet.
“Temporania,” she answered. “I just moved here.” She turned to Felon. “Our moms were talking yesterday and they think we should get to know each other, since we’re both in sixth grade and everything.”
“Oh, sure,” Felon said. She tucked a loose strand of black hair behind her ear. “Um, wanna come inside? Rennite and I were just gonna have a snack.” Temporania smile brightly.
“Sounds great!”
Rennite nibbled her lip. Oh well. They could celebrate the friendship thing later…
“I love your house!” Temporania cried, looking around. Felon smiled faintly.
“Thanks. My mom likes to decorate stuff.” Rennite nodded.
“Yeah, her mom has a great eye for colors,” she said, heading for the kitchen. The other two followed. Temporania sat down at the dining room table, Felon got out the cookies. Rennite poured everyone glasses of milk. An awkward silence hovered over the three.
“So, what school are you going to go to?” Rennite asked Temporania. Temporania swallowed the last of her third cookie and answered,
“Just the public school. Right up the road. Is that where you two go?”
“Yes,” Rennite and Felon said in unison. Temporania beamed.
“Great! It’ll be nice to know some people already.” Rennite frowned and looked away. She didn’t want to snub this girl or anything, but the way she was horning in on Felon’s and her afternoon…
“Oh, hello, girls,” Felon’s mom walked in, smiling. “Felon, Rennite, I see you’ve met Temporania. She just moved in down the street. I was hoping you’d all get together.” Temporania, of course, smiled. Felon raised an eyebrow. Rennite looked away. Sensing the awkwardness, Felon’s mother suggested the girls play a game.
After a few minutes of polite, “Oh, I don’t care, whatever you want”, the game Sorry! was selected. They played three games, two of which Temporania one, and Felon one the last one.
“I guess I better head home to start homework,” Rennite said around four-thirty.
“I should probably go, too,” Temporania said, to Rennite’s relief. Felon smiled to both of them.
“Alright. I’ll see you in school tomorrow!” she called as the two other girls exited.
After dinner of , Rennite called Felon.
“Too bad we didn’t get a chance to celebrate our friendship monthaversary!” Rennite said, half joking, half serious. She could almost see Felon shrugging on the other side of the phone.
“Yeah, that was too bad. Temporania seems nice, though.” Rennite frowned.
“I guess so. I’m just a little miffed that she horned in our day. I guess she is nice, though.”
“Sure,” Felon agreed. “My mom says we’ll all be good friends. She invited Temporania and her family for dinner tomorrow night.”
“That’s cool,” Rennite said, starting to feel better. She and Felon were best friends. How could one girl change that?
The next day at school, Temporania continued being the bright, open girl she’d been the day before. Most everyone loved her, students and teachers alike. Rennite shrugged off her feelings of resentment and began to like her, too.
The feelings came back that night, though, when Felon called to talk about what a great evening her family had had with Temporania’s. Rennite tried to feel happy that Felon had a good time, but the way Felon talked about Temporania made her jealous.
Shrugging off the feelings once again, Rennite finished the conversation and went to bed.
“Finally, lunch,” Rennite said to Temporania and Felon as they made their way to the cafeteria the next day. “I’m starving!”
“Definitely,” Temporania agreed. “I could eat just about anything right now.” She looked at Felon, her eyes gleaming. “As long as it’s not plastic!” Felon burst out laughing and Temporania joined in. Rennite blinked and laughed hesitantly. It wasn’t that funny…
“Sorry,” Temporania gasped as soon as she could speak. “Inside joke.” The words hit Rennite like a punch in the stomach. An inside joke? Rennite bit her tongue to keep from telling Temporania to keep her inside jokes inside.
The three girls settled at their usual table and began unpacking their lunches.
“Look what I brought,” Felon whispered to Temporania. She whipped out two brownies—only two.
“Oh my gosh,” Temporania said. She groaned with a smile, as if she’d just heard a bad joke. “I’m guessing they’re not—”
“No, they’re fine,” Felon interrupted, grinning. Temporania took the brownie and tucked it into her lunchbox, ignoring Rennite. Feeling like she needed to prove her closeness with Felon, Rennite repeated one of their own inside jokes. Felon stared at Rennite for a moment.
“Ohhhh,” she realized. “I remember that.” She turned to Temporania and began explaining the inside joke in great detail. Rennite ate her lunch in silence, listening to Felon and Temporania finish each others’ sentences about the evening before.
After she finished her chores that day, Rennite decided to see if Felon wanted to come over and hang out. She picked up the phone and dialed the number she knew by heart.
“Hello?” came Felon’s voice.
“Felon? Hi! It’s Rennite!”
“Oh. Hi.” Was it just Rennite, or did Felon sound…disappointed? “What’s up? I can’t talk long. Temp—er, I have something I have to go do.”
“Oh.” Rennite swallowed hard. “Well, I just wanted to see if you wanted to come over, but I guess you can’t. What about tomorrow afternoon?”
“Maybe,” Felon didn’t sound too sure. Rennite heard the doorbell ring on Felon’s end of the line. “Oh! Gotta go! Talk to you later!”
Click.
Rennite lowered the phone, tearing up. She angrily slapped the tears away and set to work on her homework. If Felon would rather hang out with Temporania than her, fine. If Felon wanted to throw away two months of friendship, fine. If Felon would rather explain inside jokes to Temporania than to Rennite, fine.
But Rennite didn’t have to sit alone all day and listen to it.
Later that night, Rennite called one of her other friends and made a sleepover date for that Friday.
Over the next week, Temporania told Rennite at least fifty million stories about herself and Felon over lunch. Felon always eagerly jumped in to help tell the stories. Rennite tried very hard not to talk over Temporania with her own “me and Felon” stories, but it grew increasingly difficult.
After a couple of weeks of this, Felon stopped phoning Rennite entirely. She created a new email address and kept “forgetting” to give it to Rennite. Instead of Temporania being the one to initiate the inside jokes and stories, Felon began to start them, too. When Felon’s parents went out of town, she stayed with Temporania, not Rennite. Felon and Temporania made up a secret code, and used it around Rennite. At birthday parties and church, Felon out-and-out ignored Rennite when she tried to speak to her.
Pretty soon, Rennite decided that Felon no longer wanted to be her friend at all. She started getting close to another girl, Fidelia. Rennite and Fidelia became close friends as Felon and Temporania did. Soon, the two pairs had almost nothing to do with each other.
Somewhere around Christmas, Rennite spotted Temporania and Felon with a new girl. They all seemed to be getting along fine. Of course, by this time, Rennite honestly did not care, and went about her own business with Fidelia. She didn’t think another thing of it until Felon randomly called one day.
“Hi, Rennite!” she said brightly over the phone. Rennite was silent for a moment.
“Hello, Felon,” she said somewhat coldly. “Can I help you?” There was a slight pause.
“Well, no…I mean, I was just calling to talk. What’s up?” Felon said.
“You mean lately, or for the past four months?” Rennite continued in the icy voice.
“Er, both…” Felon said. “Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to come over later?”
“Why?” Rennite asked, almost genuinely curious. “Is Temporania busy?”
“Yeah,” Felon replied before she realized what she was saying. “She and this other stupid girl are out going to the movies or something.”
“You don’t say?” Rennite answered sardonically. “You mean Temporania ditched you for someone else?”
“Yeah, can you believe it?” Felon fumed. “So, what about later? Wanna come over and hang out?”
“Not really,” Rennite said indifferently. “I’ve actually got plans with Fidelia. See you later!”
Click.
And so the unforgiving Rennite decided it wasn’t worth Felon’s disloyal company, and Felon learned the hurt of being friends with someone who’s only looking for temporary companionship.
Symbolism:
1. "Temporanea" is Italian for "temporary"
2. "Felon" is French for "disloyal"
3. Rennite is a name meaning "stubborn"
4. Felon’s hair is black and often shadowing her eyes. This stands for shadiness, disloyalty.
5. Rennite’s hair is straight and red. The straight standing for solid principles, not going to bend for anything. The red stands for being extreme, refusing to mend the friendship.
6. Temporania’s hair is curly, bouncing from one direction to another.
7. The girls play Sorry!, a restatement of what’s to come
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Seven Friends in a House...
Haha, I saw this on Steph's blog and just had to do it :) Sorry for posting twice in a day.
Pick 8 random friends you feel comfortable around. (Four girls, four guys -- include yourself) [Lol, the girls were easy, and three of the guys were. After three, everyone else I know just ties, so I just picked Ben 'cause he'd be funny for some of the questions, lol ;)]
1. Ellie B
2. Gabrielle
3. Lizzy
4. Me
5. Daniel
6. David
7. Matt
8. Ben
These eight people you just picked are stuck in a house with you for a whole year. There is no leaving the house at all until the year is completely up. If you had to choose a person for every question below, write down which person it would be.
There are four rooms, who would be in each room?
1. Me and Ellie
2. Lizzy and Gabrielle
3. Ben and Daniel
4. Matt and David
If there was someone singing in the morning who would it most likely be?
Me!
If someone was considered the dad and the mom of the house, who would it be?
Most mature girl in the house: Ellie, but I dunno. I have some mother-like tendancies myself.
Most mature guy in the house: Probably Daniel.
There you go.
If you wanted candy really badly and all of the 7 in the house had some, who would you take it from?
Any of them. I have no limits when it comes to getting candy!!
If two people were caught making out in a closet who would it be?
*blink* Honestly, none of us girls would go for that. Or the guys for that matter.
If someone had to watch you brush your teeth (every) morning, who would it be?
Lol, Gabby.
There was two bags of chips bought at the store, but 20 minutes later they are gone. Who ate them?
David and Matt.
Who would hate being in the house the most?
Me, because I have issues when I don’t get enough space, and Ben because he would go crazy around certain people for that long.
Someone took a (brand spanking new) pair of socks that were never worn, who is the thief?
Haha, me. I’m always borrowing Lizzy’s socks.
Someone swept all the dirt under the rug, who was it?
Me. I’m the queen of shortcuts.
If there was argument in the house, who would be the ones arguing?
David and Daniel, David and Ben, Me and Lizzy, Gabrielle and Ellie. Matt doesn’t ever do anything complicated enough to need to argue about it. Just whack him and be done with it.
Who would be the one missing there boyfriend/girlfriend that wasn’t in the house with them?
Lol, none of us have significant others...that I know of…
You walked down stairs in the middle of the night for a glass of water, someone is dancing on the table in there Leopard Thong. Who is the crazy one?
Where would anyone get a leopard thong??
A pillow fight broke through, who started it?
Me and Gabby.
There’s a marathon of your favorite TV show, what is it and who would be watching it with you?
I honestly don’t have a favorite show…
Someone made a fort in the laundry room, who was the kid?
Matt. Possibly with help from David. Then when I found it, I'd immediately go into efficiency mode and make the fort better.
There’s a prankster in the house that put plastic on the two toilets in the house, who are the pranksters? Ben. Alllllll Ben ;)
The music’s too loud, who turned it up? All us girls!!
There’s a mouse crawling on the floor all over the house,
a) who is the first one to scream? – Ellie.
b) and who is the one to jump is someones arms? Lizzy.
c) Who would be the one to kill it? – Ben or Daniel. Gabrielle wouldn’t be afraid of it, she’d want to catch it and set it free.
Someone’s crying, who is it and what happened? No comment.
Who made pancakes in the morning and almost caught the house on fire? Ben. Or me.
Who gets sick of each other the fastest in the house?
Ben and David, or David and Daniel, or me and Ellie. After a while, we start to rub each other the wrong way. Gabrielle and Matt rarely ever make any of us extremely mad. Lizzy and I are used to living together. No, wait. I know! I would definitely get sick of someone prettttttttty fast...no comment.
Someone’s tanning on the roof who is it?
Lols, I don’t know…
Who is the tallest in the house?
Hmm…Ben or Daniel. Not sure which.
Who is the shortest in the house?
Lizzy, I think.
Who is the loudest?
David.
Who is the clown?
Ben and me. I goof off all the time.
Who is the one you go to talk to the most?
Ellie or Gabrielle.
Who is the one that always comes up with stupid ideas?
Matt and Ben, lol
Who's in bed first?
Lizzy.
If someone woke everyone up with pots and pans who would it be?
Matt.
Who is always dancing?
Gabrielle :)
Someone has the same sweater as you, so you get mad at them. Who is it?
Lizzy. As sisters, we have a lot of matching stuff.
You spilled ice all over the kitchen floor. Who would be the one to slip on it first?
Ellie. Lols.
YOUR TURN! ;)
Pick 8 random friends you feel comfortable around. (Four girls, four guys -- include yourself) [Lol, the girls were easy, and three of the guys were. After three, everyone else I know just ties, so I just picked Ben 'cause he'd be funny for some of the questions, lol ;)]
1. Ellie B
2. Gabrielle
3. Lizzy
4. Me
5. Daniel
6. David
7. Matt
8. Ben
These eight people you just picked are stuck in a house with you for a whole year. There is no leaving the house at all until the year is completely up. If you had to choose a person for every question below, write down which person it would be.
There are four rooms, who would be in each room?
1. Me and Ellie
2. Lizzy and Gabrielle
3. Ben and Daniel
4. Matt and David
If there was someone singing in the morning who would it most likely be?
Me!
If someone was considered the dad and the mom of the house, who would it be?
Most mature girl in the house: Ellie, but I dunno. I have some mother-like tendancies myself.
Most mature guy in the house: Probably Daniel.
There you go.
If you wanted candy really badly and all of the 7 in the house had some, who would you take it from?
Any of them. I have no limits when it comes to getting candy!!
If two people were caught making out in a closet who would it be?
*blink* Honestly, none of us girls would go for that. Or the guys for that matter.
If someone had to watch you brush your teeth (every) morning, who would it be?
Lol, Gabby.
There was two bags of chips bought at the store, but 20 minutes later they are gone. Who ate them?
David and Matt.
Who would hate being in the house the most?
Me, because I have issues when I don’t get enough space, and Ben because he would go crazy around certain people for that long.
Someone took a (brand spanking new) pair of socks that were never worn, who is the thief?
Haha, me. I’m always borrowing Lizzy’s socks.
Someone swept all the dirt under the rug, who was it?
Me. I’m the queen of shortcuts.
If there was argument in the house, who would be the ones arguing?
David and Daniel, David and Ben, Me and Lizzy, Gabrielle and Ellie. Matt doesn’t ever do anything complicated enough to need to argue about it. Just whack him and be done with it.
Who would be the one missing there boyfriend/girlfriend that wasn’t in the house with them?
Lol, none of us have significant others...that I know of…
You walked down stairs in the middle of the night for a glass of water, someone is dancing on the table in there Leopard Thong. Who is the crazy one?
Where would anyone get a leopard thong??
A pillow fight broke through, who started it?
Me and Gabby.
There’s a marathon of your favorite TV show, what is it and who would be watching it with you?
I honestly don’t have a favorite show…
Someone made a fort in the laundry room, who was the kid?
Matt. Possibly with help from David. Then when I found it, I'd immediately go into efficiency mode and make the fort better.
There’s a prankster in the house that put plastic on the two toilets in the house, who are the pranksters? Ben. Alllllll Ben ;)
The music’s too loud, who turned it up? All us girls!!
There’s a mouse crawling on the floor all over the house,
a) who is the first one to scream? – Ellie.
b) and who is the one to jump is someones arms? Lizzy.
c) Who would be the one to kill it? – Ben or Daniel. Gabrielle wouldn’t be afraid of it, she’d want to catch it and set it free.
Someone’s crying, who is it and what happened? No comment.
Who made pancakes in the morning and almost caught the house on fire? Ben. Or me.
Who gets sick of each other the fastest in the house?
Ben and David, or David and Daniel, or me and Ellie. After a while, we start to rub each other the wrong way. Gabrielle and Matt rarely ever make any of us extremely mad. Lizzy and I are used to living together. No, wait. I know! I would definitely get sick of someone prettttttttty fast...no comment.
Someone’s tanning on the roof who is it?
Lols, I don’t know…
Who is the tallest in the house?
Hmm…Ben or Daniel. Not sure which.
Who is the shortest in the house?
Lizzy, I think.
Who is the loudest?
David.
Who is the clown?
Ben and me. I goof off all the time.
Who is the one you go to talk to the most?
Ellie or Gabrielle.
Who is the one that always comes up with stupid ideas?
Matt and Ben, lol
Who's in bed first?
Lizzy.
If someone woke everyone up with pots and pans who would it be?
Matt.
Who is always dancing?
Gabrielle :)
Someone has the same sweater as you, so you get mad at them. Who is it?
Lizzy. As sisters, we have a lot of matching stuff.
You spilled ice all over the kitchen floor. Who would be the one to slip on it first?
Ellie. Lols.
YOUR TURN! ;)
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