intensity before gratifying prime
this story is about a girl who doesnt beleive in stereotype ... moves to america and finds out that there is more to high school that meets the eye, afraid to fall in love AGAIN she tries to avoid it at all costs, as this fails she finds more and more heartache on her journey through this neverending obstacle we call life. basically this is a teenagers average life on end.
I was at a stand still not being able to move my legs in the forward direction but behind me, almost as if I was running away, but from what?
A blatant sound transmission echoed the depths of my ears, I suddenly realised I was awake and the disturbing
Resonate was the alarm clock going off. I shuffled myself off the bed and into my slippers and night gown. I slowly stepped down the staircase and escorted myself through the door of the kitchen. My mum had her cup of tea on the breakfast bar and was about to take the rubbish out to the bins.
‘oh darling your awake’
‘um,yeah, my alarm just went off’
Dad was adjusting his tie for work,and looked at me in the aid of hinting the bowl of my favourite cereal on the table.
I tiredly sat on the chair and started to
eat.
Mum came through the door and stared weakly at dad I knew something was wrong but they looked not bothered for their sake, but for mine.
‘mum,dad,whats wrong?’
‘Charlotte, so remember your father applied for the manager job?’
‘yeah’ I replied slightly disturbed they both looked worried but I knew were this was going he got the job, isn’t that a good thing?
‘I got the job’ dad butted in.
‘so that is a good thing, right?’ I was getting worried now.
‘well the job is in California in a few days’ mum said looking at me dismally.
‘a few days!, California!, you cant possibly be serious, I have a life here, Matt is here!’ I asserted breaking what is named an awkward silence.
Mum and dad looked at each other apprehensively and at a loss.
“Look charlotte don’t you think this will be a good thing, I mean, I never see you with much girl friends lately, you are always with matt, maybe a little ’obsessive’ don’t you think this could be a fresh start ” mum said concerned but some what came across cheeky, I looked at my mother morosely.
“MUM! , a fresh start, a fresh start, do you know the reason I spend so much time with matt…I love him!, there is no way in hell I can leave especially with school, can’t just leave it! I could feel my throat get tighter and my voice breaking up and a tear costively proceeding down the side of my face.
I got off my seat and left my half empty bowl of cereal in the sink.
“Hun’’, mum paused, it will be ok you know, come here, I know this hur… ’’ I stopped her
“mum, I gotta go get… dressed ok, I then left and hurried up the stairs.
I opened the door of my room and lay flat on my bed and thought to myself ;
‘ha, a new start I like things the way they are and so what if I have no friends as a lot of the other girls, I have matt.
Matt, he is tall, brunette, brown eyes, small nose, funny, impertinent, crafty, artistic, he is just like me and he is affectionate, passionate, charismatic. I know we are sixteen and in love and a lot of people find it quite bizarre, abnormal and ominous but it is in fact because all they think about is popularity and meaningless relationships involving underage encounters and no feeling or compassion what so ever, if you ask me they are the ones that are unorthodox and idiotic.
I packed a book of Shakespeare in my school bag, we are studying him in English, this instantly reminded me of a quote once was conveyed by Shakespeare ‘ so farewell- to all the little good you bare me, farewell?, a long farewell to all my greatness to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes, to-morrow blossoms. A sudden flow of sense, learning and acception was brought before me. Is this a good thing I thought?
I don’t know what I would do without matt but I have to accept the acknowledgment that I am going to find out in due time.
As I put the bag to one side I looked at the clock, eight, fifteen it read.
“oh god! I have fifteen minutes to get dressed!’’
I hurried to the bathroom, brushed my teeth washed my face, the usual routine, and briefly skipped fleetly to my bedroom.
I put on my favourite dark skinny jeans, my black high-tops, a red, grey, purple and black skulls top and my black jacket. I brushed my hair and put a red head-band in my soft, longish dark brown hair. Quickly hurried down the stairs with my bag on my back and my phone in my left hand. I looked at my phone, 8:32am. Through the kitchen and out the door not even saying bye. I wanted to dodge the awkwardness and the quite absence of sound with my parents after what happened this morning. I was now on my way down the path on my way to school hopelessly trying to find ways to break my unfortunate scandal to matt.
A blatant sound transmission echoed the depths of my ears, I suddenly realised I was awake and the disturbing
Resonate was the alarm clock going off. I shuffled myself off the bed and into my slippers and night gown. I slowly stepped down the staircase and escorted myself through the door of the kitchen. My mum had her cup of tea on the breakfast bar and was about to take the rubbish out to the bins.
‘oh darling your awake’
‘um,yeah, my alarm just went off’
Dad was adjusting his tie for work,and looked at me in the aid of hinting the bowl of my favourite cereal on the table.
I tiredly sat on the chair and started to
eat.
Mum came through the door and stared weakly at dad I knew something was wrong but they looked not bothered for their sake, but for mine.
‘mum,dad,whats wrong?’
‘Charlotte, so remember your father applied for the manager job?’
‘yeah’ I replied slightly disturbed they both looked worried but I knew were this was going he got the job, isn’t that a good thing?
‘I got the job’ dad butted in.
‘so that is a good thing, right?’ I was getting worried now.
‘well the job is in California in a few days’ mum said looking at me dismally.
‘a few days!, California!, you cant possibly be serious, I have a life here, Matt is here!’ I asserted breaking what is named an awkward silence.
Mum and dad looked at each other apprehensively and at a loss.
“Look charlotte don’t you think this will be a good thing, I mean, I never see you with much girl friends lately, you are always with matt, maybe a little ’obsessive’ don’t you think this could be a fresh start ” mum said concerned but some what came across cheeky, I looked at my mother morosely.
“MUM! , a fresh start, a fresh start, do you know the reason I spend so much time with matt…I love him!, there is no way in hell I can leave especially with school, can’t just leave it! I could feel my throat get tighter and my voice breaking up and a tear costively proceeding down the side of my face.
I got off my seat and left my half empty bowl of cereal in the sink.
“Hun’’, mum paused, it will be ok you know, come here, I know this hur… ’’ I stopped her
“mum, I gotta go get… dressed ok, I then left and hurried up the stairs.
I opened the door of my room and lay flat on my bed and thought to myself ;
‘ha, a new start I like things the way they are and so what if I have no friends as a lot of the other girls, I have matt.
Matt, he is tall, brunette, brown eyes, small nose, funny, impertinent, crafty, artistic, he is just like me and he is affectionate, passionate, charismatic. I know we are sixteen and in love and a lot of people find it quite bizarre, abnormal and ominous but it is in fact because all they think about is popularity and meaningless relationships involving underage encounters and no feeling or compassion what so ever, if you ask me they are the ones that are unorthodox and idiotic.
I packed a book of Shakespeare in my school bag, we are studying him in English, this instantly reminded me of a quote once was conveyed by Shakespeare ‘ so farewell- to all the little good you bare me, farewell?, a long farewell to all my greatness to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes, to-morrow blossoms. A sudden flow of sense, learning and acception was brought before me. Is this a good thing I thought?
I don’t know what I would do without matt but I have to accept the acknowledgment that I am going to find out in due time.
As I put the bag to one side I looked at the clock, eight, fifteen it read.
“oh god! I have fifteen minutes to get dressed!’’
I hurried to the bathroom, brushed my teeth washed my face, the usual routine, and briefly skipped fleetly to my bedroom.
I put on my favourite dark skinny jeans, my black high-tops, a red, grey, purple and black skulls top and my black jacket. I brushed my hair and put a red head-band in my soft, longish dark brown hair. Quickly hurried down the stairs with my bag on my back and my phone in my left hand. I looked at my phone, 8:32am. Through the kitchen and out the door not even saying bye. I wanted to dodge the awkwardness and the quite absence of sound with my parents after what happened this morning. I was now on my way down the path on my way to school hopelessly trying to find ways to break my unfortunate scandal to matt.
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