Savvy.
24-08-2005, 04:39 AM
Hey everyone, I wrote this story, its kind of like the book/movie "Riding in Cars with Boys" please give it constructive critiscism :)
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My Not So Simple Life
There was a time when I was 12 years old when I thought my life couldn't get any worse, that was after a rumour about me had gotten out, and everyone knew. Three years later, in the month of October, was when I found out I was wrong. It was the year 1973, when I was 15 years old. I live in a town named Shelbyville, where nothing ever happens, and when something does, the whole town knows about it three days later... I lived in a green neighbourhood, by green I mean all the women spent their afternoons gardening while their husbands were at work and kids were at school, they were practically like the Brady Bunch, smiles on their faces whenever you saw them. Every Sunday afternoon the moms and dads seperated to hang out with the other moms and dads in that neighborhood, the mom's would play a game of cards, and who knew what the dads would do. My family was the most different family I had ever met in all of Shelby, we were always in fights, our garden was hardly tended to, and the only reason our family were part of the Sunday get-togethers was because of one of the families who lived a few houses down from us.
I had always tried to fit in, but reallyit was impossible. I had already been labelled as the smart nerd who had no life... I had tried so hard since I was 13 to be cool, to be part of the popular group, but every attempt i tried to make just made me even more of a loser. What I didn't know was that my whole future would be changed just in one night.
It all started one night at a jock's house party. Gus Bishop, a senior, held a house party every once in awhile, and each time it just got better, at least according to those who actually attended. My best friend forever, Josie, told me she had gotten invited and wanted to bring me. So I went with her, my parents thought I was just going to go to her house for a bit to study for an English test. They would've died of shock if their "little princess" went to a jock's party, let alone ANY party. The minute I went through the door, I knew that I was in a place that I didn't belong, I had once again left the feeling of safety and entered the feelings of being a loner, a feeling I was actually familiar with. There's not much to tell for the first half hour of the party, after that was where it gets interesting. I sat down on a sofa on my own, my friend had gone off with some guy and apparently, according to another one of my friends, went off to his place. A guy in my year, who I had recognized and only saw a few times in my classes, walked up to me.
"Hey baby, what's happening?" He said, at first I had no idea whether or not he was actually talking to me, until I realized no other girl was around.
"N-nothing," I quickly replied. "You're Jacob Sanders, aren't you?" I wasn't sure how I knew his name, but I remembered our english teacher saying one of the only times Jacob did show up saying it was rare yet special when he did show up, and I found this hilarious.
"Yeah. Hey, wanna ditch this place? I've been here enough times I can practically tell you what'll happen. I know this awesome place, it's called The Court, no one'll be there." To be honest, I had no idea what he was getting onto, so I agreed, and we went in his car, and off to some place called the court, where according to Jacob a drive-in used to be, but now it was the ultimate teen hangout. He kept on giving me beer and alcohol, and eventually I got drunk. I can't really go into much details, but the next thing I remembered was buttoning up my blouse...
To be continued...
Thread closed by Bolt660 (Forum Super Moderator): Due to large bump.
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My Not So Simple Life
There was a time when I was 12 years old when I thought my life couldn't get any worse, that was after a rumour about me had gotten out, and everyone knew. Three years later, in the month of October, was when I found out I was wrong. It was the year 1973, when I was 15 years old. I live in a town named Shelbyville, where nothing ever happens, and when something does, the whole town knows about it three days later... I lived in a green neighbourhood, by green I mean all the women spent their afternoons gardening while their husbands were at work and kids were at school, they were practically like the Brady Bunch, smiles on their faces whenever you saw them. Every Sunday afternoon the moms and dads seperated to hang out with the other moms and dads in that neighborhood, the mom's would play a game of cards, and who knew what the dads would do. My family was the most different family I had ever met in all of Shelby, we were always in fights, our garden was hardly tended to, and the only reason our family were part of the Sunday get-togethers was because of one of the families who lived a few houses down from us.
I had always tried to fit in, but reallyit was impossible. I had already been labelled as the smart nerd who had no life... I had tried so hard since I was 13 to be cool, to be part of the popular group, but every attempt i tried to make just made me even more of a loser. What I didn't know was that my whole future would be changed just in one night.
It all started one night at a jock's house party. Gus Bishop, a senior, held a house party every once in awhile, and each time it just got better, at least according to those who actually attended. My best friend forever, Josie, told me she had gotten invited and wanted to bring me. So I went with her, my parents thought I was just going to go to her house for a bit to study for an English test. They would've died of shock if their "little princess" went to a jock's party, let alone ANY party. The minute I went through the door, I knew that I was in a place that I didn't belong, I had once again left the feeling of safety and entered the feelings of being a loner, a feeling I was actually familiar with. There's not much to tell for the first half hour of the party, after that was where it gets interesting. I sat down on a sofa on my own, my friend had gone off with some guy and apparently, according to another one of my friends, went off to his place. A guy in my year, who I had recognized and only saw a few times in my classes, walked up to me.
"Hey baby, what's happening?" He said, at first I had no idea whether or not he was actually talking to me, until I realized no other girl was around.
"N-nothing," I quickly replied. "You're Jacob Sanders, aren't you?" I wasn't sure how I knew his name, but I remembered our english teacher saying one of the only times Jacob did show up saying it was rare yet special when he did show up, and I found this hilarious.
"Yeah. Hey, wanna ditch this place? I've been here enough times I can practically tell you what'll happen. I know this awesome place, it's called The Court, no one'll be there." To be honest, I had no idea what he was getting onto, so I agreed, and we went in his car, and off to some place called the court, where according to Jacob a drive-in used to be, but now it was the ultimate teen hangout. He kept on giving me beer and alcohol, and eventually I got drunk. I can't really go into much details, but the next thing I remembered was buttoning up my blouse...
To be continued...
Thread closed by Bolt660 (Forum Super Moderator): Due to large bump.