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Part VI (finally) of my life story. ^^ I hope you enjoy it! |
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Do you know what today is? Do you? DO YOU? Well I do. Today is the day I finally put an end to my "Life Story" on Gaia. Tis a happy day, because that means I can start writing about other things that I find interesting rather than the boring life of my own. Ahem. Now then, it's been about a year since I last posted in my journal. Why? Because nothing tooo interesting happened. However, I have a year's worth of tales to tell you, so I suggest you either take a deep breath, or you quickly click the little X in the upper right corner of the screen...Have you decided? Good. Ok, before I jump into the dark abyss of storyland, I feel I owe you some sort of summarization so you wont't have to go back and read the other 5 parts.
My name is Brooke, but I go by several nicknames, one of the most common being Nikki. My age is unimportant, but I was born in Texas which is where I lived for more than a decade. However, three years ago I moved away from Texas and my family and I settled down in New Jersey. I've lived there for a few years, which is where my final story begins.
"Broooooooooooooooooooooke! C'mon, Brooke! School starts in an hour, and you're still asleep!" That's my sister, Dani. She is two years older than me, and a total pain in the a**. "Mmmfphdkuyfcrrrtll...." and...that's me! ^^;; It was the first day of school, and I was really tired from staying up all night worrying. Don't ask me why, since school is definately not something I normally worry about, but if I had to guess, I would say it was because I had lost my best friends, and one of my close friends was mad at me because I had wanted to stay just friends with him. Libby was concerned before that since I had lost my best friends, I was lonely, but the truth is, I had quite a few other friends that I just didn't hang out with or talk to as much. I was determined to change that. With 35 minutes until the bus came, I jumped out of bed, dressed quickly in a black and white striped shirt and a pair of jeans, and brushed my...teeth.
'What about my hair?' you ask? Well, it's pretty funny actually. Over the summer, on a trip to New York to visit a family friend, we stopped by a huge wig store and tried on several different styles and colors for the heck of it. I fell in lve with one that was a pixie cut, but rather than buy it, I had my mum bring me to a salon, and BAM! My hair was cut very very short. I normally don't think highly of my appearance, but I definately noticed an improvement of looks when I saw myself in the mirror. It was basically boy short, but I can guarantee I did NOT look like a boy. Turns out, I have a face shape that works well with short hair. People with round faces need long hair to lengthen their face, but for me, it was the other way around! Anyways, back to the story.
So yeah. I was down at the bus stop with 3 minutes to spare, lookin pretty awesome. No one was going to recognize me. My hair was short, I had new glasses, I was now five feet four inches and...I might have gained 2 cup sizes over the summer! xD Yes, i'm sharing that with you. So anyways, the bus comes, blah blah blah, the day's over, my friends not mad at me, everything's dandy. Weeks pass, I make new friends, my old friends barely recognized me, I struggle then succeed in classes, and finally, my life is going right. This year, i'm taking choir. I always knew I was better at singing than my sister, and my aunt, but I had no idea other girls were so much different sounding. My teacher, Mr Salyards, was an awkward, fresh out of college, fun kind of guy with a ******** hot voice. I'm not kidding. He made the top school singer sound like s**t. So yeah, basically, I was doing really well in choir, got myself a couple lala friends, and overall, my life was smooth as pie. Is pie smooth? Errrr, let's pretend. ^^;;
Halfway through the school year (yes i'm rushing) I finally found a guy that I liked, but unfortunately, he was 3 years older than me, and he had a really evil b***h of a girlfriend. Kyle. But when I was hanging with him, time just kindof...disappeared. I liked to hear his voice (oh he was the top singer of the school, did I mention that?) whether he was talking, or humming, or even yelling. We joked around alot, and he constantly called me tiny. (IM NOT TINY! >.< wink A couple times, he would come up from behind me, and tickle me, or he would just pick me up and make me scream. He was a kewl kid, right? Well, yeah. But he wasn't kewl enough. His girlfriend, she had him wrapped around her fat little finger. He did like her, don't get me wrong, but he was constantly telling me all his problems with her, and how he was sick of giving her second chances, etc. It hurt me alot. I mean, are guys that oblivious to when a girl likes them? What did I have to do, give him a fricken lap dance or something? Ehhh. Anyways, We had this sort of more than friends, but still not quite there relationship for a couple months.
Mid terms passed, study guides set out for finals, I was ready to kick some school board butt with my grades. Some time in March, I come home to find my mom smiling, which is kindof rare these days. My dad was laughing like santa, and my sister was holding the phone in one hand, and her cell ni the other, calling up her friends apparently, and talking to them in a really fast voice. I asked what was going on, and everyone stared at me, as if shocked I didn't know. "Well, Brooke, were moving back to Texas! Back to your old neighborhood, your old school, everything! It'll be like NEw Jersey never happened!!!" I glared at her, ran upstairs, and locked my door. That's all my family wanted. The hadn't adjusted at all to New Jersey. They were desperate to go back to their old life. But I didn't want to go back. I had to leave behind all of my good friends, and my new best friend Alicia. It was terrible, like someone was ripping a giant hole in my chest, where New Jersey should be. I had two weeks left of school, meaning I would miss Finals, and in that time, I only told Mark, my other BFF who I had turned down over the summer. I couldn't stand the idea of saying goodbye.
By the second week, people began to notice I was depressed, even though I tried to hide it. They kept asking me what was wrong, and wen I said nothing, they would give me concerned looks but change the subject. It was annoying, having people ask me what was wrong. Everything was wrong, but I couldn't tell them. I wanted my last memories of them to be happy, not of them hugging me and crying, saying they would miss me. My choir teacher alerted my choir class witht knowing I didn't want him to, so the word began to spread, and people I didn't even know wished me good luck in Texas. My friends were hurt that I hadn't told them, but said they understood my reasoning. On friday, I left early, pouting as I cleaned out my locker, an was halfway down the stairs when I felt someone grab my arm gently. It was Kyle, and he was staring at me, and then my things, as if not understanding what was going on. "Wha...Don't you have class?" he asked me, and I realized he didn't know. Thank god. "I'm leaving early today." But I didn't let him ask me any more questions, because I hurried down the rest of the stairs, and out the front door to my car.
I moved to Texas over the weekend, only glad to be rid of my house, but there was nothing I could do. It wasn't fair, but who ever said life was? I ekpt in contact with both my New Jersey friends and my Texas friends, keeping them updated about my trip, and finally, we arrived in Texas. We stayed in a hotel for a grand total of two days before moving into a nice neighborhood close to Rattan Creek Pool. I finished my school year in Texas, got A's on 4 out of 9 finals, and B's on the rest. Summer began, and that's where I am now, Slowly adjusting to my life. It really is as if I never left. The people look and act and talk the same, but they must see me as someone completely different. At the moment, two people are really helping me adjust to my new home. The first one is Libby, who has always been there for me. When I moved back, she literally tackled me in a hug in the cafeteria. The second is a new friend, but he's a kewl kid. His name is Chase, he's a year older than me, and he is a bit too wise but still plenty of fun.
I hope you enjoyed my journal, but you now know exactly where I am in life. You know who I love and don't love, you know who I trust and don't trust, and most of all, you know who I am, and who i'm not. I doubt there will be a Part 7 unless something significant happens after this, but it's possible nothing will. Thanks for the feedback, and I hope you will be satisfied by my last report. ^^
Goodbye!
 SmallerThanAStream · Thu Jun 21, 2007 @ 05:45pm · 1 Comments |
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