Monday, March 29, 2010

Chapter 2 of Untitled Story

Seeing as it's only been a few minutes since I posted the first chapter, this story is still currently untitled. But, here's the second chapter!

Chapter 2

So, you might be wondering why a 14-year-old girl, who comes from a family with a fine enough reputation, an IQ “off the charts!” (according to my prescription-drugged-up guidance counselor, who punctuated that too cheery remark with an awkward fist pump thingy she obviously thought all the cool kids were doing, having seen it on Saved by the Bell reruns or something. Yeah, not so much, hon), all that, would be running away from home. To which I say, I’m not running away, I’m going to.

Yup, I can see you now. Maybe you’re chuckling to yourself knowingly and shaking your head wisely, recalling memories of when you were a “kiddo”, seeing how I’m adorably naive and all that. Not it.

I guess why I’m doing all this- actually, I know- is because I had to get out of that 2-star, 2-inch town, so small that you could stick all its inhabitants- even Fat Sal- into an envelope and mail it for a buck 40. Everyone was so in your business and in your face. There were no secrets, you were never alone. And that bugged me (now there’s the Understatement of the Year).

I couldn’t hide so much as a grade on my algebra quiz. I tried the squeaky clean, preptastic thing a bit- even had the outfit. With the argyle knee socks, pastel sweaters. It was so boring. I don’t know why so many OK that as the People You Should Be Like.

That was, at least, until I met Luke. Luke helped me be what I am today- tough, sure. And some other things, too.

At night, he’d come up to my window, tapping it. I’d hop out, and we’d run like little kids- or criminals- to wherever. He’s the one that taught me the art of Stealing.

I remember the lessons well- at first he got it for me, little romantic present-y type things- a fun size candy bar here, a plastic pharmacy rose there. Just for a thrill. But then it was everything.

Eventually, he got bored with our life of alleged love and definite debauchery, switched it out for multiple girlfriends (after all, he needed more than one fool to do the dirty work) and alternate forms of recreation. Eventually, it got him killed in a motorcycle accident- yes, he had a motorcycle. No comment on the predictability- which was blamed on alcohol. All I can do is shrug it off and think how very “Toy Soldiers” my life is.

(Title in the works)

Hey all! I'm finally going back to writing stories again- this one is about a girl named Mellie who runs away, and meets Charlie, an adorable vagrant, and they eventually fall in love- but it isn't necessarily a love story. If you have any ideas for a title, I'd appreciate. Hope you enjoy this first chapter, I writing the second as we speak!

Chapter 1
My mom always said I had a wild streak in me, a spirit that made me unable to stay anywhere. And, seeing what I’m doing right now, I guess she was right (I hate that).

What I’m doing right now, by the way, is getting on the 6 a.m. bus to… well, wherever, to do, whatever. I didn’t plan that far, really. I don’t even know if they’ll let me on- all I have is one of those ancient Metro Tokens for the bus- do they take those anymore?

Oh well, too late too worry now, I guess. I make a quick double check of my inventory- mp3? Check. I had to take it with me- it reminded me of my “boyfriend” (ex now, I guess, seeing as I’m leaving and never coming back… oops. Maybe I should have said bye?), Chuck. Also, it had all my CDs anyways. He always was a mooch. Me taking his ipod is just him paying his dues.

Next… a little suitcase of Mom’s- her favorite, but she’s so scared of everything she’ll never go anywhere enough to use it. In it a few t-shirts (all of which belong to my sister- not anymore!), a few hundred bucks from my brother’s “secret” stash (honestly, the only thing secret about it is that he doesn’t know I know where it is), makeup (I’m not a “girly-girl” or whatever like my sisters, but I do enjoy not looking like total junk a lot) and some odds and ends. I’m good to go, I guess.

I swing my legs as I sit on the bench, sticky with some unidentifiable muck, and hope that my mousy hair and slightly ratty outfit are enough to stave away this dodgy-looking guy to my left, and keep me generally unnoticed. He looks like his hobbies include long walks on the beach, baking, and storing dismembered limbs in his basement, judging by that freaky glint in his eye as he looks at me. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all, huh?


So, there it is :) It's a little rough still, I know, but I've got big plans for this story and Mary! Again, ideas for title are muchly appreciated, and if you think something should be changed I'd appreciate that kind of criticism too :) . I'm done with the second chapter, going to post it.