Post by whatsername on Jul 26, 2005 22:30:08 GMT -5
Hee hee. Here ya go! Please note it’s the BEGINNING, and I need to get in to the flow of the story. This is an intro piece, enjoy.
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Part One (*Sigh* Here we go again...)
Ow. Stop…Ouch! Stop it!
“Tre, stop it, you jackass,” I said sleepily. The poking stopped immediately. Weird…Tre doesn’t give in that easily….I cracked an eye open to look at a very offended flight attendant.
“Oh. I’m so sorry…I, thought…you were someone else,” I said, waking myself up.
“We’ve landed. I don’t know if you need to get off at this stop, or continuing…,” he said.
“Oh. No, I’m continuing the flight to Maine. Thank you,” I said. He nodded and walked away up the narrow aisle of the plane.
I pulled the blanket I had higher around my chin and looked out of the window. We had landed in the Chicago O’Hare airport. For some passengers, this was their stop. But not mine, I was going aaaaaall the way to Maine. I sighed…I couldn’t believe I had called that guy a jackass…or that I had called him Tre… I shook my head to clear it of all Green Day related things.
Pulling out my phone for a better distraction, I dialed Diana’s number. It rang six times before Mrs. Lee picked up.
“Hey Mom,” I said jokingly.
“Oh, hi honey. Are you already in Maine??” she asked.
“Nope. Chicago. Is Diana there?” I said.
“Of course.”
“Bonjour Madame,” I said, hearing Diana pick up the phone.
“Hey! Mom told me you’re in Chicago. Damn, you’re all the way in Illinois…,” Diana said, slightly awed.
“Yeah,” I laughed a little.
“So, tired?”
“Yeah, you could definitely say that. Especially after that little surprise at the airport,” I said accusingly.
“Heh. Yeah, about that…,” she started, laughing nervously.
“Don’t worry about it. All that matters is that I’m far away, where they will never find me, and never have to see them again,” I said, heaving a sigh.
“I don’t get you. If Green Day, or any member thereof, was chasing me, I would gladly sit and wait,” Diana said.
“Yeah, but not me,” I said, picking at my nails.
There was a short silence.
“What are you gonna do ‘til the school year starts? I mean, it’s only mid July, and school doesn’t start ‘til the end of August!” said Diana.
“Uh…dunno. Guess I should go find a job,” I said, thinking.
“Yeah. But don’t expect to find one like baby sitting Billie Joe fucking Armstrong for a week,” Diana said.
“Guess not…not that I would want to ever see them again,” I added hurriedly.
“Uh huh…oh, someone’s on the other line,” Diana said suddenly.
“Okay, I need to go anyway,” I lied, wanting to get away from where the conversation was moving.
“Sure thing, I need to tell Billie Joe everything you just said,” she said evilly.
“What?!”
“Well, who else do you think is on the other line?” Diana asked mischievously.
“Diana, don’t you dare--“
“Ta-ta!” she said, and hung up. I slapped my phone shut and scowled angrily at it, before throwing it recklessly back into my bag. A girl sat down next to me, probably thinking about having her seat changed. I glanced at her. Red hair, chocolaty eyes, and a spray of freckles on her nose. I recognized her at once.
“Hey, aren’t you the girl from the audition?” I asked, turning to face her. She stared at me for a second.
“Yes! Oh my God, I can’t believe we’re on the same flight!” she said happily.
“Well, considering we’re both going to the same place, for the same reason, I suppose, and Earenson provided the tickets…,” I said slowly. She gave me a look.
“Okay, I guess you’re right about that. I’m Erin,” she laughed, extending her hand. I laughed a little and shook it.
“Karla. With a ‘K’,” I added. People always spelled it with a ‘C’. She grinned.
“Please buckle your seatbelts and return your seats into the upright position. Please shut off any electronic devices, we will be taking off in ten minutes,” the voice said from the intercom.
“Goody,” I said, buckling myself. Erin did the same.
Once in the air, we continued our conversation, and we had a lot to talk about. We talked about Earenson, the dorms, the icky uniforms, boys, clothes, and inevitably, music…
“So, what music do you like?” I asked.
“Uh. Mainly country…probably the total opposite of you,” she said warily, looking at my black fingernails and punky clothes.
“Heh. Guess so…ever listen to Green Day?” I asked.
“Who?” she asked, confused. I gagged. What was wrong with this girl?! And then I proceeded to tell her all about them. Then it was her turn, and she told me all about country stars I had never even heard of. But we did share something…
“I play the guitar,” she said.
“I play the guitar,” I said, at the same time.
We looked at each other and laughed.
“I play acoustic as well as electric,” I said.
“Cool. I guess we’ll have a class or two together then,” she said hopefully.
“Maybe even a room!” I said, smiling.
“That would be awesome!”
“I know!”
We talked all the way to Maine, laughing and joking about random things. Erin was very down to earth, but had a light hearted manner. Unlike me, who tended to stay up in the clouds and got serious too quickly. But we both were very confident, in ourselves, and our future. We’d do whatever we want, and whatever it takes, to get there.
“You know,” she said, as the pilot announced our descent, “I’m glad I have a friend at Earenson already.”
“Yeah, me too,” I said. And I knew I would need one.
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Part One (*Sigh* Here we go again...)
Ow. Stop…Ouch! Stop it!
“Tre, stop it, you jackass,” I said sleepily. The poking stopped immediately. Weird…Tre doesn’t give in that easily….I cracked an eye open to look at a very offended flight attendant.
“Oh. I’m so sorry…I, thought…you were someone else,” I said, waking myself up.
“We’ve landed. I don’t know if you need to get off at this stop, or continuing…,” he said.
“Oh. No, I’m continuing the flight to Maine. Thank you,” I said. He nodded and walked away up the narrow aisle of the plane.
I pulled the blanket I had higher around my chin and looked out of the window. We had landed in the Chicago O’Hare airport. For some passengers, this was their stop. But not mine, I was going aaaaaall the way to Maine. I sighed…I couldn’t believe I had called that guy a jackass…or that I had called him Tre… I shook my head to clear it of all Green Day related things.
Pulling out my phone for a better distraction, I dialed Diana’s number. It rang six times before Mrs. Lee picked up.
“Hey Mom,” I said jokingly.
“Oh, hi honey. Are you already in Maine??” she asked.
“Nope. Chicago. Is Diana there?” I said.
“Of course.”
“Bonjour Madame,” I said, hearing Diana pick up the phone.
“Hey! Mom told me you’re in Chicago. Damn, you’re all the way in Illinois…,” Diana said, slightly awed.
“Yeah,” I laughed a little.
“So, tired?”
“Yeah, you could definitely say that. Especially after that little surprise at the airport,” I said accusingly.
“Heh. Yeah, about that…,” she started, laughing nervously.
“Don’t worry about it. All that matters is that I’m far away, where they will never find me, and never have to see them again,” I said, heaving a sigh.
“I don’t get you. If Green Day, or any member thereof, was chasing me, I would gladly sit and wait,” Diana said.
“Yeah, but not me,” I said, picking at my nails.
There was a short silence.
“What are you gonna do ‘til the school year starts? I mean, it’s only mid July, and school doesn’t start ‘til the end of August!” said Diana.
“Uh…dunno. Guess I should go find a job,” I said, thinking.
“Yeah. But don’t expect to find one like baby sitting Billie Joe fucking Armstrong for a week,” Diana said.
“Guess not…not that I would want to ever see them again,” I added hurriedly.
“Uh huh…oh, someone’s on the other line,” Diana said suddenly.
“Okay, I need to go anyway,” I lied, wanting to get away from where the conversation was moving.
“Sure thing, I need to tell Billie Joe everything you just said,” she said evilly.
“What?!”
“Well, who else do you think is on the other line?” Diana asked mischievously.
“Diana, don’t you dare--“
“Ta-ta!” she said, and hung up. I slapped my phone shut and scowled angrily at it, before throwing it recklessly back into my bag. A girl sat down next to me, probably thinking about having her seat changed. I glanced at her. Red hair, chocolaty eyes, and a spray of freckles on her nose. I recognized her at once.
“Hey, aren’t you the girl from the audition?” I asked, turning to face her. She stared at me for a second.
“Yes! Oh my God, I can’t believe we’re on the same flight!” she said happily.
“Well, considering we’re both going to the same place, for the same reason, I suppose, and Earenson provided the tickets…,” I said slowly. She gave me a look.
“Okay, I guess you’re right about that. I’m Erin,” she laughed, extending her hand. I laughed a little and shook it.
“Karla. With a ‘K’,” I added. People always spelled it with a ‘C’. She grinned.
“Please buckle your seatbelts and return your seats into the upright position. Please shut off any electronic devices, we will be taking off in ten minutes,” the voice said from the intercom.
“Goody,” I said, buckling myself. Erin did the same.
Once in the air, we continued our conversation, and we had a lot to talk about. We talked about Earenson, the dorms, the icky uniforms, boys, clothes, and inevitably, music…
“So, what music do you like?” I asked.
“Uh. Mainly country…probably the total opposite of you,” she said warily, looking at my black fingernails and punky clothes.
“Heh. Guess so…ever listen to Green Day?” I asked.
“Who?” she asked, confused. I gagged. What was wrong with this girl?! And then I proceeded to tell her all about them. Then it was her turn, and she told me all about country stars I had never even heard of. But we did share something…
“I play the guitar,” she said.
“I play the guitar,” I said, at the same time.
We looked at each other and laughed.
“I play acoustic as well as electric,” I said.
“Cool. I guess we’ll have a class or two together then,” she said hopefully.
“Maybe even a room!” I said, smiling.
“That would be awesome!”
“I know!”
We talked all the way to Maine, laughing and joking about random things. Erin was very down to earth, but had a light hearted manner. Unlike me, who tended to stay up in the clouds and got serious too quickly. But we both were very confident, in ourselves, and our future. We’d do whatever we want, and whatever it takes, to get there.
“You know,” she said, as the pilot announced our descent, “I’m glad I have a friend at Earenson already.”
“Yeah, me too,” I said. And I knew I would need one.