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Post by billiejoeroxmysox on Aug 3, 2005 15:55:52 GMT -5
Yes, the French are odd. I don't like the French. Sorry to anyone here that is French. The French always beat us at everything - England i mean. But most of if not all of you are Americans so that doesn't have anything to do with you in the slightest. Anyway, this French thing is off subject.
UPDATE!!! This story's amazing!!
P.S. Does anyone know if Green Day rox! is still here? Or away? Or alive?!?! coz she hasn't updated her story in AGES and i was wondering if any of you knew of her and her whereabouts.
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Aug 3, 2005 18:48:26 GMT -5
Not a thing. And I plan on taking French next year. How did we end up talking about French again?
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Post by whatsername on Aug 3, 2005 19:53:00 GMT -5
I'm German. Don't make any Nazi jokes.
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Post by whatsername on Aug 3, 2005 22:31:09 GMT -5
I present to you....part four! Dun dun dun! ***************************************************************************************************
Part Four
"Arrrgh!" I screamed, running down the hallway. I was late. So fucking late. For about the thousandth time. And Mrs. Kline was going to kill me.
She was my English teacher. I liked her a lot, but she gave us way too much homework. I bet you were wondering why I happened to be late?
Well, it also started this morning. It's been about a week since the incident back at Strings, and I had had almost no sleep since. They had begun calling me three to four times daily. Each. And, on top of that, Erin has been bugging me the whole time to pick up the goddamn phone....which I ofcourse refused to do. So, I was late because I had to juggle the phone, and find my homework, and eating breakfast at the same time. It didn't help much that I had overslept either....
I turned a corner sharply, and nearly collided with Tom, one of the janitors.
"Careful Karla!" he said, nearly dropping his mop, "Late again?"
"Yeah, can't stop to chat," I said hurriedly, skidding to a hault infront of Mrs. Kline's classroom.
I took a deep breath, straightened my bag, and opened the door, ready to face Mrs. Kline's fury.
"Karla. How nice of you to join us. I'll deal with you later," Mrs. Kline said. I smiled sheepishly. She told me to have a seat and I slid into my desk next to Erin's. She shook her head at me.
"Now, as I was saying--" Mrs. Kline began, but was interrupted by the intercom.
"Will Karla Clore please report to the main office. Karla Clore, to the main office."
My classmates laughed as I groaned and let my head fall to my desk.
"Go ahead, Karla. I'll write you a pass," Mrs. Kline said, beckoning me to her desk.
I grudgingly stood up and waited nervously as she filled out the yellow hall pass. I took it, nodded to Erin, and left the class as quickly as I had come.
"You got in 'ter trouble again??" Tom asked me, mopping the floor.
"I don't know! I didn't do anything! But they go and call me down to the office anyway," I complained, walking past him. He just chuckled and continued his mopping.
I walked down the halls silently, thinking. I hadn't done anything.... Why would they want me in the office? Did I, like, totally fail a major test, and the board has decided my scholarship wasn't worthy being spent on me? Or...did they find out about my father? I sorta didn't fill in a lot of things about 'Parent' and 'Legal Guardians' on the various forms they handed out at the beginning of the year.... Oh, fuck, I thought, pulling open the door to the main office.
"Karla, Mr. Jenkins would like to see you," Mrs. Greene said, peering over her glasses at me. I gulped as she led me down a corridor and to a thick wooden door. It had a shiny gold plate bolted to it, reading 'Mr. Jenkins, Principal'.
Mrs. Greene knocked on the door softly.
"Come in," came a raspy voice from inside. I walked through the door, nervously wringing my hands.
Holy crap, I thought. Mr. Jenkins sure has a nice office. There was a thick Persian rug on the floor, the walls were entirely covered with bookshelves, filled with hundreds of books, and Mr. Jenkins had his giant oak desk right in the center, with two leather chairs infront of it. One of the seats were already filled.
A pretty woman with blonde hair and grey eyes looked up at me as I walked in. I stood infront of the desk awkwardly as Mrs. Greene left the room and shut the door.
"Please, Karla, have a seat," Mr. Jenkins said kindly from underneath his bushy eyebrows. I sat down nervously next to the mysterious woman, trying to ignore her stare.
"Now....I don't know quite how to start.....er, Ms. Clore, why don't you begin?" Mr. Jenkins asked. Huh? Me? What did I have to explain? I looked at him, quite confused.
"Well, Karla. It sure is a surprise to see you," the lady said next to me. I swiveled my head in her direction. SHE was Ms. Clore? What the fuck? She looked oddly familiar.....
"I haven't seen your mother in a long time," she continued. I stared at her.
"I-I'm sorry. Do I know you?" I asked, trying to be polite over my confusion. She smiled sadly at me.
"Yes, I didn't think you would know me. I'm Maria Clore. You're mother's sister," she said slowly. My mouth dropped to the floor.
My mother had a sister?! I had an AUNT?!? Why didn't I know these things!?!?
"Your mother and I lost touch after she married your father," she began, looking me over, "I just found out recently that you were even born, or that your mother had died."
I closed my mouth and sat, tight lipped. What...the...hell...?
She let out a deep sigh.
"Mr. Brown, your father, has been arrested for assault a few days ago, and you therefore have no parents or legal guardians. Now, I know this is happening kind of quickly, but you have a choice to make here," she said, her pretty face lined with worry.
I just nodded my head slowly.
"You have to choose wether you would like to have me, as your only living relative, to be your guardian," she said, trying to get a reaction from my expressionless face.
Oooookay. Well, atleast I wasn't in trouble.....and my fathers in jail....and I have an aunt...
"What's my other choice?" I asked.
"You can be put under the legal care of Social Services and be put up for adoption," Mr. Jenkins said quietly.
I sat back in my chair and let everything sink in.
"I'm so sorry that you're going through this. It's not an easy decison to make, and I feel bad for springing it onto you like this," Ms. Clore said.
"Um...I'll have to think about this....," I said, unsure of what to do or say. An aunt.... A real relative...
"Ofcourse. I will give you the rest of the day off. Give you time to think things over and speak with your aunt privately," Mr. Jenkins said, nodding.
Ms. Clore stood up and walked to the door, me following silently. We left the office and walked around the grounds, not talking. What was I supposed to say?
I glanced over at her in the bright sunlight. She had very light blonde hair, gray eyes, and a pretty face. She looked to be younger than my mother....late twenties, early thirties maybe.
"Wow, this place is beautiful," she said, gazing at the tall trees, their leaves changing color into deep oranges and reds.
"Yeah," I nodded in agreement.
"Your mother and I didn't get along very well when we were younger. She was always so fun loving, I was always so strict. We bickered about useless things," she said, smiling sadly.
I stared straight ahead as she continued.
"I was five years younger than her, I was always the 'little sister' to her."
I mentally told myself that she was 33. My mother had been 38 when she died.
"I still looked up to her....I can't believe that she's gone. This must have been really hard on you," she said.
I nodded.
"I was told she was in a car accident. The other driver has been contacted.....the police want to know if we want charges pressed against him for reckless driving and manslaughter."
I stopped suddenly. Press charges.... I didn't even think of that. I mean, he WAS drunk..... But, manslaughter?? You could get years and years in prison for that!
'Revenge,' a little voice said in my mind,'Sweet revenge.'
"No!" I told it loudly.
"Excuse me?" Ms. Clore asked, stopping as well.
"I mean, no, I don't want to press charges," I said forcefully, as though it was hard to get the words out. Did I WANT to press charges? Punish him? What was I thinking?!
She smiled at me.
"Yes, I agree. People make mistakes. They don't need to be pay for them," she said simply.
"Ms. Clore--," I said.
"Please call me Maria."
"Alright. Maria, I don't know quite what to do. I mean, I don't even know you, and I certainly don't want to go to a foster home....but...."
"Don't worry....just take your time. I would love for you to come and live with me. I mean, you could still go to school here, but come back to my house in the summer."
"Where do you live?"
"Seattle."
"Oh....wow. It's just that...all my friends are back in California...."
"Oh, yes. I almost forgot. I'll be moving to San Francisco sometime around Christmas...," she said, glancing at me.
"The town I lived in is about three hours away."
"We could go visit them over Christmas," she said, smiling.
"That would be great," I said, "What do you do?"
I felt a little more comfortable around her now. We talked about things in general, and I got to know her better. She was a really nice woman, single, which surprised me. She was a journalist, and wrote stories for newspapers. Maria said that the apartment we would be moving into had two bedrooms, so that I would be able to have my own room, which is a first for me. I told her things about my life. Just a little about Diana and Lauren, and that I liked to play the guitar and sing.
Maria took me out to dinner that night, and I made Erin tag along so that conversation would keep moving. We had a good time, and by the end of the evening, I felt pretty good about having an aunt.
"Well, this is good," Erin said, climbing into bed that night.
"Yeah. Crazy how life works, eh?" I said.
"Absolutely.....so are you gonna go live with her in the summer?" asked Erin, leaning over the edge of her top bunk.
"I guess. She's nice, and I really DON'T want to be put up for adoption..."
"Will you two please keep it down? I'm trying to sleep!" said Chrissy, our other roommate, leaning through the door. She was a total preppy bitch. Erin and I hated her. I got out a bottle of black nail polish, ignoring her.
"And please turn off your phone, so it doesn't keep me up all night!" she said rudely, slamming our door shut behind her.
Erin rolled her eyes and I gave her the finger through the closed door, opening the bottle of nail polish. And right on cue, my phone rang. I laughed along with Erin as we heard Christina's frustrated scream. But I stopped laughing abruptly as I saw 'Mike Dirnt' flashing on the screen. I groaned and showed it to Erin.
"For once, just pick up!" she said. I looked from the phone, to her face, and back again. And then, I placed the phone against my ear, surprising even myself.
I definitely surprised Mike.
"Hello?"
Silence.
"Holy shit, you picked up!" Mike said.
"She picked up?? Why doesn't she do that when I call?!" I heard Billie Joe's voice in the background.
"Whatcha doing?" he asked, telling Billie to shut up.
"Nothing much. Sitting on my bed, talking to you."
"Very funny."
"Yeah, I know. But I guess you have much more interesting things going on. I guess you're back on tour?"
"Yeah...Billie's arm is all fixed up...we've done several concerts lately to make up for the month we took off."
"Mmmhmmm. Did you reschedule all the concerts you missed?"
"No...we can't fit it into the time frame."
"How sad...they're are a lot of disappointed Green Day fans out there."
"Does that include you?!" Billie Joe's voice said. I rolled my eyes.
"Please ignore him," Mike said.
"Oh, don't worry. I've gotten very good at that."
"I've noticed. You've gotten very good at ingoring me and Tre too...."
There was a long silence.
"What's wrong?" he asked finally.
I tensed slightly.
"Nothing."
"Right. Of course. Nothing's wrong. That's why you've been ignoring us."
"No, it's just that....I-...ugh....I dunno."
"Very eloquent."
"Shut up."
Mike laughed.
"Sorry," I said.
"For what?"
"For ignoring you. I'm not sure what I was thinking..."
"Ooookay. But are you sure nothings wrong? Oh--Tre wants to talk to you, hold on..."
There was a bunch of sound on the other line, and Tre finally spoke.
"Helloooooooo," he said cheerfully. I smiled.
"Hey dork," I said jokingly.
"Did I deserve that?"
"Deserve what?"
"To be ignored like that? To be shunned? To be given the cold shoulder without an explanation?"
My stomach twisted.
"I--I'm sorry. Jesus Christ, you're putting me on a guilt trip."
"Heh, sorry. But, you've put Billie Joe on a guilt trip."
"Have I?" I asked, hoping that I had.
"Yeah, he's practically pulling out his hair now, trying to get the phone outta my hands. He thinks that he did something that made you do this. He thinks that this is all his fault."
I was suddenly angry. It WAS all his fault. Fucking bastard.
"Well, maybe it is," I said hotly, and hung up.
Erin stared at me with eyebrows raised. She sighed.
"And I thought you were about to become friends again," she said.
"Don't bet on it," I said, dialing Diana's number. I talked with her for a bit, not mentioning the previous conversation. She'd probably find out about it soon enough anyway. I did tell her about my new aunt, and she got very excited about the idea of me coming back for Christmas and summer. It was about 11:30 when I finally hung up and said good night to Erin.
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Post by TABBY on Aug 3, 2005 23:24:59 GMT -5
OMG OMG *pulls hair out* SHE IS SO FUCKING STUBBORN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, anyway please update, I LOVE IT!!!
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Post by billiejoeroxmysox on Aug 4, 2005 7:38:05 GMT -5
THIS STORY IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Will she make up with them or not??? Will she press charges against Billie Joe or not??? Will she be late for English again???
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
I NEED AN UPDATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by whatsername on Aug 4, 2005 9:33:19 GMT -5
Um, she'll probably be late for English again, as for the other stuff, well, here's what's going to happen:
*BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP*
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Post by TABBY on Aug 4, 2005 10:10:20 GMT -5
Um, she'll probably be late for English again, as for the other stuff, well, here's what's going to happen: *BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP* GOD DAMN YOU!!!!!, thats that same thing you told ME!!!!!!!! *sits in a corner*
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Post by billiejoeroxmysox on Aug 4, 2005 11:05:00 GMT -5
AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
I need to know what happens!!!!!! I mean, the English thing was kind of inevitable (big word!!! (probably spelt wrong)) but what happens?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
WE (me and iwannamarrytrecool) NEED TO KNOW!!!!!!!! *goes and sits in corner with iwannamarrytrecool*
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Post by TABBY on Aug 4, 2005 21:05:11 GMT -5
we are THE CORNER GIRLS!!!!, ok im just kidding, retarded name......anyway I NEED TO KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by billiejoeroxmysox on Aug 5, 2005 8:39:32 GMT -5
I like our corner. It's nice. But it'd be a whole lot nicer if we had an update to go along with it!!!!!!
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Post by whatsername on Aug 5, 2005 11:17:55 GMT -5
you'll have an update tonight, i slept over erin's last night, and she hogged the computer. but, i did talk with iwannamarrytrecool on the phone, lol. that was fun. have fun in your corner!
here's a hint:
more....D-R-A-M-A.
and yes, you spelled inevitable correctly! yay!
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Post by whatsername on Aug 5, 2005 11:20:37 GMT -5
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