(The bold italic type is Shifra, the unbold italic type is the voice)
Crap…its starting again…
I abruptly turned and walked into the girls’
bathroom. I walked to the end of the
bathroom and jumped up to look out the window.
No one there.
Good
I
punched open the window, and threw my stuff out of it. I then hoisted myself up and rolled out. I fell the story-and-a-half
and landed on my bag.
“Ow!”
I whispered out loud to myself. “That hurt a little more than usual.” I lay
there for a second preparing for
the long walk home. It wasn’t going to be easy, especially with it coming back. I sighed, time to go.
I
stood up, grabbed my bag, and slung it back over my shoulder.
Ugh,
it’s like a curse or something. I thought that I had actually gotten rid of it
this time. But I guess that I was wrong.
I
brushed the grass off of my Tripp skirt and my black leggings.
Ok,
if I walk, nonstop, then I should be home on time. If I make any detours I
might not make it. I sighed again and walked out to the road.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
It
was hot.
I
had already taken off my jacket and tied it around my waist. I was only
half-way there.
I
crossed the street to walk in the shade. A car drove up next to me.
It
was a Benz, a Mercedes Benz. Sleek, black, quiet. It rolled over the road like
a black panther stealthily treads through the forest. The windows were tinted.
I could see my dark reflection in them.
He
slowed and crawled next to me. I looked forward and kept walking. No need to
show how frightened I was. The window started to roll down. I turned and,
against my better instincts, looked at the man.
I
stopped in my tracks.
His
face was perfectly sculpted, his hair was a very dark brown, and was combed
back. He was wearing dark sunglasses.
He
smiled at my shocked expression. “Hello.”
I
stared back.
“Hello?”
“Oh,
hi.” Gosh,
I’m stupid
“What
are you doing out here?”
“Walking.”
Duh!
Of course he can tell that I’m walking! Stupid, stupid, stupid!
He
laughed. It was the most amazing laugh that I’ve ever heard. “Where to?”
“Just
back to my house.”
“How
far is it?”
“Umm….not
too terribly far, I’m about halfway there.”
“Oh,
from where, might I ask?”
“School.”
I
couldn’t lie to such a gorgeous face.
“Why?
Big math test that you missed? Boyfriend break up with you?”
“No,
just needed to get away.”
“So,
no boyfriend?”
“Ha,
like a boy would ever want to date me.”
“And
why wouldn’t they?”
“Have
you looked at me? I’m the weird, gothic, emo girl. I’m creepy, and
self-reliant. I keep to myself, do weird things, and sometimes talk to myself.
No one wants to hang out with me, better yet date me.”
He
laughed that perfect laugh again, and pulled off his sunglasses to reveal his
perfect, startling, steel blue, grey flecked, eyes. “You don’t seem like that
to me.”
“Of
course, because we are meeting for the first time, on the side of a back road,
it’s different.”
“Come
on.”
“What?”
“Get
in the car. I’ll take you home.”
I
hesitated. “I’ll just walk its fine. Thanks for the offer, really.”
“Really,
it’s no trouble. I have nowhere to go today, you are heading home, its hot, I
have air conditioning.”
I
listened to his perfect voice as I stared into his perfect eyes. “Ok.”
I
didn’t want to say that. I didn’t mean to, I didn’t tell my mouth to.
I
also didn’t tell my legs to walk around and get into the passengers seat of the
car, but they did.
I
took off my bag and set it next to my feet. The car was nice and cool, the
leather seats felt good, and were sleek and comfortable.
He
grabbed my bag and slung it into the back seat. “There, it’s more comfortable
that way.”
I
smiled, “Thanks.” I buckled my seatbelt.
He
laughed and put back on his shades. “Let’s rock this.” He pulled off the side
of the road and started driving down the street.
“So,
what’s your name?”
“I’m
Shifra, what’s yours?”
“I’m
Robby. How did you end up with a name like Shifra?”
“Well,
that’s what happens when two seconds after you are born your dad sneaks some
weed into the hospital and starts smoking it with your mom. And then the nurse
comes in and asks what you want to name the baby. Supposedly, the letters
formed in midair and my mom said it out loud and the nurse wrote it down. As it
turns out, it’s Hebrew for ‘lovely’”
“Wow,
I see.”
“What
about you?”
“Well,
Robby is short for Robert.”
“Just
Robert? No fancy ‘the third’ at the end?”
He
laughed. “How did you know? Actually I am Robert Charles Jacques Van-Honsenberg
the Third.”
“That’s
a mouthful.”
“Now
you see why I go by Robby, makes me seem less important.”
“Well,
how important are you? Turn right up here.”
He
did. “Eh, depends on which way you look at it.”
“What
do you mean what way you look at it?”
He
laughed. “Well, when I’m out on the streets in my Benz here, I’m Robby, the
cool guy. When I’m at home chilling in my room, I’m Robert, the quiet guy. If I
am at any type of important meeting, at dinner, or basically anywhere where my
parents or friends of the family are, I’m Robert or Robert Esquire. But I’m
just Robert Charles when I’m in trouble, and I’m Robert Charles Jacques when
I’m in BIG trouble, or if I’m being introduced at some fancy thing I’m Robert
Charles Jacques Von-Honsenberg the Third.”
“Wow,
talk about identity crisis.”
“Yeah,
tell me about it.”
We
drove on in silence for a little bit.
“So,
you hungry?”
“Yeah, you seem to have read my
mind.”
“Where
do ya wanna eat?”
“Ummm….”
“I’ve
never been there before. Is it nice?”
“What?”
“Ummm…
Is it a good place to eat?”
“What?”
He stared at me, smiling. “Oh! Right, I get it.”
He
laughed.
“Wanna
go to Sonic?” I asked.
“Sonic?”
“Yeah,
Sonic.”
“You
are going out to lunch with one of the richest guys around, and you wanna go to
Sonic?”
“Yeah,
is that wrong?”
“No,
it’s just weird. I was thinking you would wanna go somewhere like…I don’t know,
La Bouf, Three Rivers, at least Olive Garden.”
“Yeah,
I don’t think so.”
“Why
not?”
“What
if they look at me funny?”
“So? Who cares?”
“Well,
I kinda do.”
“Ok
then, I will just have to work you up to it.”
“What
do you mean?”
“Oh, nothing, I’m sure that you will
see.” He pulled into Sonic, and parked in a spot. “So, what will you be having,
my lady?”
“I
don’t know. What’s good around here?”
“What?
You don’t know what’s good here?”
“Hey,
this is my version of fancy; I don’t eat out often, especially here.”
“Ok,
well, pretty much anything is good here.”
“Well,
why don’t you surprise me?”
“Sure.”
He leaned out the window and ordered us some food. “So...” He said turning to
look at me. “What school do you go to?”
“Clemington
High. What about you?”
“Oh,
I don’t go to school. I graduated last year.”
“Oh,
really? So you’re how old then?”
“I’m
only 17. What about you?”
“I’m
16, as of today.”
“Happy
birthday!!”
I
laughed. “Thanks.”
“So,
have you gotten anything for your birthday?”
“No,
nobody seems to have remembered.”
His
face fell. “Oh, well that’s kinda depressing.”
“Tell
me about it.”
“Well
what do you want for your birthday?”
“I
don’t know.”
“Well,
there’s gotta be something you want. Anything at all?”
“Hrm….
I don’t know, I haven’t really put any thought into it.”
“Ok,
we’ll just go shopping then.”
“What? Why?”
“Well,
duh, it’s your birthday and you haven’t gotten any presents yet! I’m going to
get you something.”
“Why?
You barely know me.”
“Why
not? It’s your birthday; you deserve to be a little spoiled.”
Say yes!
“Yes!”
He stared at me because I had accidentally yelled it. “Ok, we can go shopping.”
I tried to cover.
Stupid,
stupid, stupid!
“Ok,
we’ll go shopping.” He smiled. The waitress lady came up and knocked on our
window. He rolled it down, paid and took the food. He then turned off the car. He
handed me my sandwich. “Eat up!”
Our
Toaster sandwiches were really good, and we shared a large tot, I got Sprite,
and he drank water.
We
talked all while we ate.
He’s
a really nice guy, rich, cute, smart, interesting, just what I’ve been looking
for.
Then kiss him!
What?
No!
Kiss him!
No!
You know you want to!
No,
I’m not going to kiss him.
Just think of it, his soft, decadent lips on yours, his gentle hands on you.
I
mentally sighed.
What?
No! That’s not what I want!
Yes it is!
Stop
it! I hate you! Go away! I don’t want you!
It
murmured, and mumbled. Then it receded into the back of my mind.
Good,
you should stay there.
“…and
then, he dumped MY catch back into the ocean!” He burst into laughter.
I
laughed too, even though I didn’t know what he was talking about.
His
face then turned suddenly concerned. “What’s wrong?”
“What?”
“You
seem kinda spaced out for a while there.”
“Oh,
yeah. That’s nothing, just me being weird.”
He
leaned in closer to me and grabbed my hand. “Are you sure? If you need to tell
me something, go ahead, I don’t care. You can trust me.”
“It’s
really nothing. Just some deep thinking.”
He
stared deep into my eyes; I could tell that he knew I was lying. “Ok, whatever
you say.”
I
looked at the clock, suddenly desperate for an escape from his eyes; his deep,
beautiful, piercing eyes.
“I
have to get home! I’m going to be late! My mom will know, God, I’m in trouble.”
“No
worries. Where do you live?”
“On
a road off of Peach st.”
“I’ll get you there in no time. What road,
what house?”
“Meadow,
4th house down on the left.”
“Hold
on, and buckle up!”
He
turned on the car and backed out of the space, spun around and pulled out onto
the road. He then started speeding. I watched as the odometer read 40, then 45,
then it moved to 50, then 60, we were nearing 70 now.
“You
know that this road is 35 miles per hour, right?”
He
smirked. “So? You need to get home.”
“What
if we get pulled over?”
“We
won’t.” He started dodging between cars. I held on for dear life.
“What
if we do?”
“I’ll
get out of it, doesn’t matter, I’m rich, one silly little ticket isn’t going to
do much to me.”
There’s no point in arguing with him. He doesn’t care;
can’t you tell he’s kinda peeved about something?
No!
What could he be angry about?
Maybe it’s because you didn’t kiss him!
He
could have kissed me! Did he? No! So give it a rest.
Say something! Don’t just sit there like a retard.
And
what am I supposed to do exactly? What should I say? ‘Oh by the way, I have
this voice who talks to me, and she wants me to kiss you. Do you mind?’ No!
That’s not going to go over well.
You can’t see, but I’m rolling my eyes at you!
Just
SHUT UP!
She
disappeared.
Her
sudden disappearance kinda scared me, but not as much as the turn we made. My
face was catapulted into the window.
“Ouch!”
I involuntarily yelled.
He
turned to me. “What? What happened?”
“I
hit my head on your window.”
“I
am so sorry! I didn’t mean to! Are you ok?”
“Yeah,
I’m fine, it’s just kinda shocking.”
He
kept staring at me.
“Watch
the road!” I pointed, as he swerved and barely missed a truck. “God, you’re
going to kill us!”
“Sorry,
bout that. Turning!” I held on to what I could as we turned wildly onto my
street.
He
skidded to a stop outside of my house. “There you go, just on time.”
“Still
not on time, I’m 15 minutes late.”
“Say
that your bus was late.”
“Ok,
I’ll do that. Thank you so much!” I got out of the car and started speed
walking to my door.
“Wait
your stuff!”
He
had already grabbed it from the back and was holding out his window.
I
turned and ran back to get it. I grabbed it, slipped, and fell forward. I
stopped and inch from his face.
We
were both heaving from the adrenaline rush of the ride and getting caught.
I
got caught in his eyes.
“I,
uh, umm….Sorry, thanks. Bye!” I turned and ran into the house.
As I
closed the door, I heard him drive away. I stopped for a second to catch my
breath. I set my stuff down.
My
house. Small, dark, a little cramped, but still, I had lived here my whole
life.
I
walked into my small living room. Mom wasn’t in here. Odd.
Careful, don’t let her find out. If she does, you’re
dead.
“In
the kitchen!”
I
took a deep breath to steady myself, and walked into the kitchen.
“Hey
mom.”
“Hello.”
She was cutting up some cucumbers. “Why are you late?”
“We
had a sub bus driver; he was a little late getting to school.”
“Really?
That’s strange; normally you are always on time, no matter what.”
“Like
I said, sub bus driver.” I took off my jacket and put it on my hook. I came
back in. “So what’s for dinner?”
“I’m
trying a new recipe.”
“And
it is? You just can’t leave me in the dark here mama!”
She
laughed. “Wash
up and you can see while you help.”
I
washed my hands and stood next to her. “What do you need me to do?”
“Finish
cutting up these cucumbers.”
“Alrighty.”
I took the knife from her and started cutting as she went behind me and started
stirring something on the stove. It smelled good.
“You
done yet?” She asked jokingly.
“Not
yet mom. Almost there.” I smiled; my mom was in an oddly good mood today.
“Have
you guessed what we are having yet?”
“No,
I haven’t even seen it yet!”
“Well,
you know it has cucumbers.”
“So?
That’s not much to go on. There, I’m done. What do you want done with them?”
“In
the pot.”
I
dumped them in. “Mom, you’re making cucumber soup!”
“Yes! How you can tell from that is beyond me!"
We laughed and talked as we finished cooking. My dad walked in the door as we were setting the table.
“Hey dad! Welcome home!” I gave him a hug.
“Welcome home hon.” My mom hugged and kissed him.
“Just in time for dinner I see.” He sat down at the head of the table ready to eat.
“Yeah, cucumber soup.” My mom set a bowl of it in front of him.
“Good, I’m starving.”
We sat down and dished out the soup.
“How was work?” My mom asked after we had gotten settled.
My parents were in a really good mood today.
“It was good. I got that raise I was hoping for.”
“Good!
It’s about time they recognized you for your hard work.”
“Yeah,”
“Good job dad. I’m happy for you.” I said, over my half-full bowl.
“Why aren’t you eating?” My mom asked.
“Oh, just not all that hungry right now.”
“Why?
Normally you are.”
“I don’t know, I just am.”
Liar
Shut up!
My mom and dad started talking about the things that needed to be done to the
house. Now that dad got a raise, it could possibly be done.
I sat and forced down the rest of the soup. Afterwards I went back to my room.
I flopped down on my bed.
What a day. Who would’ve thought that I would have met a rich hot guy on the street
and that he would be so nice to me?
We never even got to go shopping for my birthday. Sad really. I probably wouldn’t
ever see him again.
I grabbed a notebook and wrote down the events of the day. At the end after I had gone into great detail about Robby and our time together, I had to write ‘the
voice is back.’ It kinda made me sad.
Why are you sad?
Because, I will probably never see Robby again.
And that makes you sad?
Yes!
Well, if you would have kissed him like I told you to,
maybe you wouldn’t be so sad.
Oh, would you shut up about that? I’m not going to kiss a guy that I barely know! It’s just odd.
Liar.
Oh, like you care, you are just a voice in my head. How do I know that you are even real?
You’re talking to me, aren’t you?
Ugh! Shut up and go away! Why do you always have to come back?
It’s just what I do.
And why the change of heart?
What do you mean?
Well,last time we talked, you weren’t exactly nice, quite rude actually.
I didn’t have a change of heart.
Shock.
I am exactly the same voice, exactly the same kind of
person as I was last time. Her voice was becoming more hostile.
Anxiety.
My heart started beating faster.
And let me warn you, you will pay for what you did
last time.
Voices
JH
JH
Crap…its starting again…
I abruptly turned and walked into the girls’
bathroom. I walked to the end of the
bathroom and jumped up to look out the window.
No one there.
Good
I
punched open the window, and threw my stuff out of it. I then hoisted myself up and rolled out. I fell the story-and-a-half
and landed on my bag.
“Ow!”
I whispered out loud to myself. “That hurt a little more than usual.” I lay
there for a second preparing for
the long walk home. It wasn’t going to be easy, especially with it coming back. I sighed, time to go.
I
stood up, grabbed my bag, and slung it back over my shoulder.
Ugh,
it’s like a curse or something. I thought that I had actually gotten rid of it
this time. But I guess that I was wrong.
I
brushed the grass off of my Tripp skirt and my black leggings.
Ok,
if I walk, nonstop, then I should be home on time. If I make any detours I
might not make it. I sighed again and walked out to the road.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
It
was hot.
I
had already taken off my jacket and tied it around my waist. I was only
half-way there.
I
crossed the street to walk in the shade. A car drove up next to me.
It
was a Benz, a Mercedes Benz. Sleek, black, quiet. It rolled over the road like
a black panther stealthily treads through the forest. The windows were tinted.
I could see my dark reflection in them.
He
slowed and crawled next to me. I looked forward and kept walking. No need to
show how frightened I was. The window started to roll down. I turned and,
against my better instincts, looked at the man.
I
stopped in my tracks.
His
face was perfectly sculpted, his hair was a very dark brown, and was combed
back. He was wearing dark sunglasses.
He
smiled at my shocked expression. “Hello.”
I
stared back.
“Hello?”
“Oh,
hi.” Gosh,
I’m stupid
“What
are you doing out here?”
“Walking.”
Duh!
Of course he can tell that I’m walking! Stupid, stupid, stupid!
He
laughed. It was the most amazing laugh that I’ve ever heard. “Where to?”
“Just
back to my house.”
“How
far is it?”
“Umm….not
too terribly far, I’m about halfway there.”
“Oh,
from where, might I ask?”
“School.”
I
couldn’t lie to such a gorgeous face.
“Why?
Big math test that you missed? Boyfriend break up with you?”
“No,
just needed to get away.”
“So,
no boyfriend?”
“Ha,
like a boy would ever want to date me.”
“And
why wouldn’t they?”
“Have
you looked at me? I’m the weird, gothic, emo girl. I’m creepy, and
self-reliant. I keep to myself, do weird things, and sometimes talk to myself.
No one wants to hang out with me, better yet date me.”
He
laughed that perfect laugh again, and pulled off his sunglasses to reveal his
perfect, startling, steel blue, grey flecked, eyes. “You don’t seem like that
to me.”
“Of
course, because we are meeting for the first time, on the side of a back road,
it’s different.”
“Come
on.”
“What?”
“Get
in the car. I’ll take you home.”
I
hesitated. “I’ll just walk its fine. Thanks for the offer, really.”
“Really,
it’s no trouble. I have nowhere to go today, you are heading home, its hot, I
have air conditioning.”
I
listened to his perfect voice as I stared into his perfect eyes. “Ok.”
I
didn’t want to say that. I didn’t mean to, I didn’t tell my mouth to.
I
also didn’t tell my legs to walk around and get into the passengers seat of the
car, but they did.
I
took off my bag and set it next to my feet. The car was nice and cool, the
leather seats felt good, and were sleek and comfortable.
He
grabbed my bag and slung it into the back seat. “There, it’s more comfortable
that way.”
I
smiled, “Thanks.” I buckled my seatbelt.
He
laughed and put back on his shades. “Let’s rock this.” He pulled off the side
of the road and started driving down the street.
“So,
what’s your name?”
“I’m
Shifra, what’s yours?”
“I’m
Robby. How did you end up with a name like Shifra?”
“Well,
that’s what happens when two seconds after you are born your dad sneaks some
weed into the hospital and starts smoking it with your mom. And then the nurse
comes in and asks what you want to name the baby. Supposedly, the letters
formed in midair and my mom said it out loud and the nurse wrote it down. As it
turns out, it’s Hebrew for ‘lovely’”
“Wow,
I see.”
“What
about you?”
“Well,
Robby is short for Robert.”
“Just
Robert? No fancy ‘the third’ at the end?”
He
laughed. “How did you know? Actually I am Robert Charles Jacques Van-Honsenberg
the Third.”
“That’s
a mouthful.”
“Now
you see why I go by Robby, makes me seem less important.”
“Well,
how important are you? Turn right up here.”
He
did. “Eh, depends on which way you look at it.”
“What
do you mean what way you look at it?”
He
laughed. “Well, when I’m out on the streets in my Benz here, I’m Robby, the
cool guy. When I’m at home chilling in my room, I’m Robert, the quiet guy. If I
am at any type of important meeting, at dinner, or basically anywhere where my
parents or friends of the family are, I’m Robert or Robert Esquire. But I’m
just Robert Charles when I’m in trouble, and I’m Robert Charles Jacques when
I’m in BIG trouble, or if I’m being introduced at some fancy thing I’m Robert
Charles Jacques Von-Honsenberg the Third.”
“Wow,
talk about identity crisis.”
“Yeah,
tell me about it.”
We
drove on in silence for a little bit.
“So,
you hungry?”
“Yeah, you seem to have read my
mind.”
“Where
do ya wanna eat?”
“Ummm….”
“I’ve
never been there before. Is it nice?”
“What?”
“Ummm…
Is it a good place to eat?”
“What?”
He stared at me, smiling. “Oh! Right, I get it.”
He
laughed.
“Wanna
go to Sonic?” I asked.
“Sonic?”
“Yeah,
Sonic.”
“You
are going out to lunch with one of the richest guys around, and you wanna go to
Sonic?”
“Yeah,
is that wrong?”
“No,
it’s just weird. I was thinking you would wanna go somewhere like…I don’t know,
La Bouf, Three Rivers, at least Olive Garden.”
“Yeah,
I don’t think so.”
“Why
not?”
“What
if they look at me funny?”
“So? Who cares?”
“Well,
I kinda do.”
“Ok
then, I will just have to work you up to it.”
“What
do you mean?”
“Oh, nothing, I’m sure that you will
see.” He pulled into Sonic, and parked in a spot. “So, what will you be having,
my lady?”
“I
don’t know. What’s good around here?”
“What?
You don’t know what’s good here?”
“Hey,
this is my version of fancy; I don’t eat out often, especially here.”
“Ok,
well, pretty much anything is good here.”
“Well,
why don’t you surprise me?”
“Sure.”
He leaned out the window and ordered us some food. “So...” He said turning to
look at me. “What school do you go to?”
“Clemington
High. What about you?”
“Oh,
I don’t go to school. I graduated last year.”
“Oh,
really? So you’re how old then?”
“I’m
only 17. What about you?”
“I’m
16, as of today.”
“Happy
birthday!!”
I
laughed. “Thanks.”
“So,
have you gotten anything for your birthday?”
“No,
nobody seems to have remembered.”
His
face fell. “Oh, well that’s kinda depressing.”
“Tell
me about it.”
“Well
what do you want for your birthday?”
“I
don’t know.”
“Well,
there’s gotta be something you want. Anything at all?”
“Hrm….
I don’t know, I haven’t really put any thought into it.”
“Ok,
we’ll just go shopping then.”
“What? Why?”
“Well,
duh, it’s your birthday and you haven’t gotten any presents yet! I’m going to
get you something.”
“Why?
You barely know me.”
“Why
not? It’s your birthday; you deserve to be a little spoiled.”
Say yes!
“Yes!”
He stared at me because I had accidentally yelled it. “Ok, we can go shopping.”
I tried to cover.
Stupid,
stupid, stupid!
“Ok,
we’ll go shopping.” He smiled. The waitress lady came up and knocked on our
window. He rolled it down, paid and took the food. He then turned off the car. He
handed me my sandwich. “Eat up!”
Our
Toaster sandwiches were really good, and we shared a large tot, I got Sprite,
and he drank water.
We
talked all while we ate.
He’s
a really nice guy, rich, cute, smart, interesting, just what I’ve been looking
for.
Then kiss him!
What?
No!
Kiss him!
No!
You know you want to!
No,
I’m not going to kiss him.
Just think of it, his soft, decadent lips on yours, his gentle hands on you.
I
mentally sighed.
What?
No! That’s not what I want!
Yes it is!
Stop
it! I hate you! Go away! I don’t want you!
It
murmured, and mumbled. Then it receded into the back of my mind.
Good,
you should stay there.
“…and
then, he dumped MY catch back into the ocean!” He burst into laughter.
I
laughed too, even though I didn’t know what he was talking about.
His
face then turned suddenly concerned. “What’s wrong?”
“What?”
“You
seem kinda spaced out for a while there.”
“Oh,
yeah. That’s nothing, just me being weird.”
He
leaned in closer to me and grabbed my hand. “Are you sure? If you need to tell
me something, go ahead, I don’t care. You can trust me.”
“It’s
really nothing. Just some deep thinking.”
He
stared deep into my eyes; I could tell that he knew I was lying. “Ok, whatever
you say.”
I
looked at the clock, suddenly desperate for an escape from his eyes; his deep,
beautiful, piercing eyes.
“I
have to get home! I’m going to be late! My mom will know, God, I’m in trouble.”
“No
worries. Where do you live?”
“On
a road off of Peach st.”
“I’ll get you there in no time. What road,
what house?”
“Meadow,
4th house down on the left.”
“Hold
on, and buckle up!”
He
turned on the car and backed out of the space, spun around and pulled out onto
the road. He then started speeding. I watched as the odometer read 40, then 45,
then it moved to 50, then 60, we were nearing 70 now.
“You
know that this road is 35 miles per hour, right?”
He
smirked. “So? You need to get home.”
“What
if we get pulled over?”
“We
won’t.” He started dodging between cars. I held on for dear life.
“What
if we do?”
“I’ll
get out of it, doesn’t matter, I’m rich, one silly little ticket isn’t going to
do much to me.”
There’s no point in arguing with him. He doesn’t care;
can’t you tell he’s kinda peeved about something?
No!
What could he be angry about?
Maybe it’s because you didn’t kiss him!
He
could have kissed me! Did he? No! So give it a rest.
Say something! Don’t just sit there like a retard.
And
what am I supposed to do exactly? What should I say? ‘Oh by the way, I have
this voice who talks to me, and she wants me to kiss you. Do you mind?’ No!
That’s not going to go over well.
You can’t see, but I’m rolling my eyes at you!
Just
SHUT UP!
She
disappeared.
Her
sudden disappearance kinda scared me, but not as much as the turn we made. My
face was catapulted into the window.
“Ouch!”
I involuntarily yelled.
He
turned to me. “What? What happened?”
“I
hit my head on your window.”
“I
am so sorry! I didn’t mean to! Are you ok?”
“Yeah,
I’m fine, it’s just kinda shocking.”
He
kept staring at me.
“Watch
the road!” I pointed, as he swerved and barely missed a truck. “God, you’re
going to kill us!”
“Sorry,
bout that. Turning!” I held on to what I could as we turned wildly onto my
street.
He
skidded to a stop outside of my house. “There you go, just on time.”
“Still
not on time, I’m 15 minutes late.”
“Say
that your bus was late.”
“Ok,
I’ll do that. Thank you so much!” I got out of the car and started speed
walking to my door.
“Wait
your stuff!”
He
had already grabbed it from the back and was holding out his window.
I
turned and ran back to get it. I grabbed it, slipped, and fell forward. I
stopped and inch from his face.
We
were both heaving from the adrenaline rush of the ride and getting caught.
I
got caught in his eyes.
“I,
uh, umm….Sorry, thanks. Bye!” I turned and ran into the house.
As I
closed the door, I heard him drive away. I stopped for a second to catch my
breath. I set my stuff down.
My
house. Small, dark, a little cramped, but still, I had lived here my whole
life.
I
walked into my small living room. Mom wasn’t in here. Odd.
Careful, don’t let her find out. If she does, you’re
dead.
“In
the kitchen!”
I
took a deep breath to steady myself, and walked into the kitchen.
“Hey
mom.”
“Hello.”
She was cutting up some cucumbers. “Why are you late?”
“We
had a sub bus driver; he was a little late getting to school.”
“Really?
That’s strange; normally you are always on time, no matter what.”
“Like
I said, sub bus driver.” I took off my jacket and put it on my hook. I came
back in. “So what’s for dinner?”
“I’m
trying a new recipe.”
“And
it is? You just can’t leave me in the dark here mama!”
She
laughed. “Wash
up and you can see while you help.”
I
washed my hands and stood next to her. “What do you need me to do?”
“Finish
cutting up these cucumbers.”
“Alrighty.”
I took the knife from her and started cutting as she went behind me and started
stirring something on the stove. It smelled good.
“You
done yet?” She asked jokingly.
“Not
yet mom. Almost there.” I smiled; my mom was in an oddly good mood today.
“Have
you guessed what we are having yet?”
“No,
I haven’t even seen it yet!”
“Well,
you know it has cucumbers.”
“So?
That’s not much to go on. There, I’m done. What do you want done with them?”
“In
the pot.”
I
dumped them in. “Mom, you’re making cucumber soup!”
“Yes! How you can tell from that is beyond me!"
We laughed and talked as we finished cooking. My dad walked in the door as we were setting the table.
“Hey dad! Welcome home!” I gave him a hug.
“Welcome home hon.” My mom hugged and kissed him.
“Just in time for dinner I see.” He sat down at the head of the table ready to eat.
“Yeah, cucumber soup.” My mom set a bowl of it in front of him.
“Good, I’m starving.”
We sat down and dished out the soup.
“How was work?” My mom asked after we had gotten settled.
My parents were in a really good mood today.
“It was good. I got that raise I was hoping for.”
“Good!
It’s about time they recognized you for your hard work.”
“Yeah,”
“Good job dad. I’m happy for you.” I said, over my half-full bowl.
“Why aren’t you eating?” My mom asked.
“Oh, just not all that hungry right now.”
“Why?
Normally you are.”
“I don’t know, I just am.”
Liar
Shut up!
My mom and dad started talking about the things that needed to be done to the
house. Now that dad got a raise, it could possibly be done.
I sat and forced down the rest of the soup. Afterwards I went back to my room.
I flopped down on my bed.
What a day. Who would’ve thought that I would have met a rich hot guy on the street
and that he would be so nice to me?
We never even got to go shopping for my birthday. Sad really. I probably wouldn’t
ever see him again.
I grabbed a notebook and wrote down the events of the day. At the end after I had gone into great detail about Robby and our time together, I had to write ‘the
voice is back.’ It kinda made me sad.
Why are you sad?
Because, I will probably never see Robby again.
And that makes you sad?
Yes!
Well, if you would have kissed him like I told you to,
maybe you wouldn’t be so sad.
Oh, would you shut up about that? I’m not going to kiss a guy that I barely know! It’s just odd.
Liar.
Oh, like you care, you are just a voice in my head. How do I know that you are even real?
You’re talking to me, aren’t you?
Ugh! Shut up and go away! Why do you always have to come back?
It’s just what I do.
And why the change of heart?
What do you mean?
Well,last time we talked, you weren’t exactly nice, quite rude actually.
I didn’t have a change of heart.
Shock.
I am exactly the same voice, exactly the same kind of
person as I was last time. Her voice was becoming more hostile.
Anxiety.
My heart started beating faster.
And let me warn you, you will pay for what you did
last time.
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