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Post by Pez on Jun 28, 2009 21:59:00 GMT -6
(for now) May 23rd, 2001 I'm leaving. I've spent ten years in this hellhole of a town, and I'm never looking back. I graduate in six weeks; I don't care. I have no clue where to go or what to do; I can only hope for the best. My Subaru's tank holds 24 gallons, and I get 23 miles to the gallon. That's enough to get me as far away as I need to be tonight. All I'm taking with is my notebook, my pens/pencils, my guitar, a few novels, and a carry-on full of clothing. I have all the emotional baggage in the world, I don't need more physical luggage weighing me down. The only person to ever love and truly understand me is Taylor, but Taylor is in London. It's quite the distance from Bum-fucking-nowhere, ND, but I can try. I can try.
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Post by Pez on Jun 28, 2009 22:30:54 GMT -6
July 30th, 2001 It took two words. Two words brought my life crashing down around me. Two words to lay me on the floor and strip me naked. Metaphorically, at least. I had known her for a while. Laura's her name. She used to be the quiet, innocent one. The one to always laugh last, and not because she was quick-witted. She was quite the opposite. What she lacked in wit, she made up for in... something. Some call it personality, some call it spirit, but it can only fit the description of "it". She had it, a certain unassuming, attractive air. When she walked, guys gathered. When she giggled, men melted. When she smiled, time stopped. For me, anyway. Now, five years later, I've found her again in NYC. She moved in seventh grade, back when she still had her baby fat and lackluster body. Since then, she has blossomed. Her goldenrod hair flows haphazardly around her lower back, no longer contained in a tightly-drawn ponytail. Her wiry frames of yesteryear have changed into thick-rimmed, elegant, dark business glasses. The black frames greatly contrasted her bright aquamarine eyes, eyes that cut into people as if they carried diamond tips. Her cheeks were fatty in the past, but now they were slim and divine. Her plump body smoothed and grew to fit her form, the curves becoming less schoolgirl-ish and more dangerous. She was amazing, but now she's perfect. She compliments me in every way. She said those damned two words: "You're cute." I can only wonder what Taylor will think.
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