Boring-Alone By Evelyn W.

In my opinion I am as boring as my 6th grade science class. I am doing well in it and it's just boring. I guess you could say I am the girl people think is serious and smart. I was. In third grade. Now I am exactly the opposite. People won't come up to me unless they have a question in a school subject. All I say is figure it out yourself. I am about as smart as you.Except I am probably smarter. In most subjects anyway(Social Studies which includes Geo and English Language Arts(Reading and writing)).   Please read this:

I bolt up. I cannot decide what to do today. Cry. Read. Wander. I have three choices. I cried yesterday so two choices… Its been 3 months since Mom died. I never knew Dad. Because of Mom smoking, Mom got lung cancer and died at age 31.

I get dressed in to jeans and a t-shirt and pull a hoody over myself. My fuzzy socks aren’t warm enough so I dig out from under my cold bed blue slippers. In the kitchen Grandpa has orange juice and bread. Toast.  Again. I just sit off into space eating, drinking. Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door. I get up and open the door to find the hottest 16-year-old looking guy.(I mean like hotter than a Holister model).

 “Hey. Your grandfather said you guys had a screw gun,” he said. “By the way, I am Jamie.”

“OK. Umm… Yeah. This way. I..Uh am…”Whats my name? Come on!“I am Ray. Sorry I haven’t talked to someone for like four days.”

“OK. Fine with me.” He smiled a promising smile.“Your grandfather told me about your mom. I am really sorry. Thats how my dad died. My mom left me when I was two.”

“Oh. I am sorry. Thanks. Right this way to..That…”I trailed of

. “Screw gun.” He filled in. I led him to the tool closet and opened it searching…He pulled out an odd looking tool. “Screw gun.” He grinned.

 “So where you from? I never see you around here.” I ask. OK I flirted a bit too.

“Alaska. Born in Montana.” He sound like he didn’t want to talk about .

                 I had talked to Jamie a bit more and we were scheduled to have a picnic on Saturday. We meet at my house. I just shyly smile.

“Hows your day? I can say mine was boring and we should’ve met earlier.” I ask a little too eager.

He looks at me. “Why the towel?”

“There’s a pretty clean pond..I swim a lot.” I answer.

“I’ve also had the same kind of day. So far.”  He smiles.We walk mostly in silence. We come upon the green hill. At the top, with a couple of spruces, is green. As you look down, you can see can see a huge blue green pond. “I never knew there was such a pretty place in Washington,” Jamie implies.  

“Me neither. Grampa showed it to me. He has leukemia. And the doctor told me it’s coming back.” I say.  

“Oh. I am sorry,” he says softly. Then he grins.“Wanna run down the hill?” I think of all the unfun depressing things I could do in my life.

“Yeah!,” I bolt down the hill. Surprised to find him right next to me, I finish and fall on the thick grass.“Wow. You run fast.”

 “So do you, Ray. Let’s swim;I am hot!” Jamie pulls of his grey t-shirt. He has like perfect abs. His light brown hair glints in the sunlight. His perfect nose…“Are you coming?”Jamie asks.

“Oh. Yeah.” I  jump up and reveal my bathing suit; pink and black bottoms. I wade in before him. I look down to find hands around my waist. Jamie’s hands. I smile. Could this ever be possible?

            “Do you think we could…be?” He murmurs into my hair.

“I think so. But today I don’t…trust the water..”I say. “I brought sandwiches and water. I didn’t want to...over do it." I choose my words carefully. We got back to the grass and dry off. I only pick at my sandwich but finish my water. “Want mine?” I ask because when I look up, he’s done with his.

“Yeah. They’re good. What’s in them?” He asks as he takes my sandwich.

“Ever heard of PB and J?” I joke.

“You must use odd PB and J.,”he grins.

“So...uh…who do you live with?” I want to know what he’s like.

 “My sister. We live in the apartments down the block.” He answers simply. “

That’s nice.” I look at us. Jamie is on his tummy and I am on my side across from him. His hands are out. I make my move. I put my hands in his. I look up at him. He smiles. I return it with a squinty smile from the sun. I tell him that I am home schooled but when I did go to school, I read and was quiet. We will be going to the same school in the fall and for the next month he was mine.

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 “I think we can do something else fun.” I say. We are no my door step and it’s like eight o’clock. He pushes me up against the wall. I bury my head in his hard chest. Jamie pushes my chin up to look at him. We lean in and his warm lips press against mine. I want to savor this moment but all I can think is that this is my first kiss and I am not alone.

“Hey Gramps.” I say all smiley. “I made a new friend.”

 “Oh really. Who?”

“Remember you sent that boy, Jamie, over the other morning?” I ask. Gramps kinda flares up at this.

“Yeah. And I forbid you to befriend him! You hear me?!”

“Is it a law for you to judge my friends? I thought you’d be relived! Your grandchild isn’t going to kill herself anymore!!” There. Maybe he can respect me.

“I just know that that family is messed up,” Gramps says softly. “I should’ve paid more attention…”

 “What?! That is dad died the way your daughter did? And that’s bad? Too bad!” I say harshly.

 “Please go to your room.” Now he won’t look at me and it gives me an idea.

“Well I think you should be pleased that there is HIGH romantic interest.” And I slam down the hall. I text Jamie asking him when I can see him next. He says a word I fear a lot. I wonder why. Did he have this talk with his guardian too? And that word is never.

This is Alone and I wrote it myself.