Chapter 1
You never know when you have fallen in love with someone, until it’s too late, when you, yourself sinked in a pool of sharks. Because Satan himself has done so much harm, he is the one that lives in all of us.
Chapter One:
“ Your right “ You know when you say these words over and over, and somehow at the end of the convocation you always lose. Because a small burnet girl, with the smallest of cuvers, can’t get anywhere but her nose in a book. A girl like her, a girl like me, only sees true love in a fairytale never the real thing. You always read those books about how the good girl falls in love with the bad boys.The good boys with brains and small dimples always seem to become a side piece of the end of the main character’s mind. A pon a background piece. But could all those main characters be put aside, never happened? The side pieces become the centerpiece.
“ Oh. Yes, you’re right. sorry . “ In the back of my mind there’s a fighter but secretly locked behind my eyes. Closed doors she burns, the flames consume her, the doors never seem to open. If it was her story she takes everything that burns within her and without her. “ Scarlett? Hello, are you there? Time for class.” You know when your thoughts take you down the river when you have your friend tell you it’s time for your next class. “ Oh, sorry, talk to the next class? “ my words trail off and my lips part. Tessa is tall, small waisted, with all the curves in the perfect places and perfect amount. Blond hair, long mascara black lashes and blue eyes that have every boy and girl under spell. My friend grabs my tan skin and pulls me to our next class, Algebra 1A. Tessa is the main character of this story, I am her sidekick. “ Scarlett get out of that bookworm brain of yours! “ Tessa yelled and whispered to me in the back of the class in rows of lab desks.
A tall woman in her late forties walked in the classroom. The one, the fighter within me, hated behind closed doors during the summer break. Her pepperd salted brown curly hair falters in her updo bun, her hazel eyes stare in each student. A tall boy with dark jet black hair caramel skin, ripped up blue jeans and sweatshirt that screams more than my twenty dollars Canvas shoes, I came to love in. “ Hey, look what the cat dragged Scarlett. Tessa stares at the new kid in High School Rep Tigers, “ So it’s nothing, it’s not like I will go back to how I was six years ago Tessie. ″ My harsher whispered not only Tessies eyes and ears, but the boy who not only catched me but the fighter inside. I didn’t know that day he would have my heart by his fingertips. Not only that, there would be two that will know my body inside and out.
By the end of 5th period, I was on the edge of my tippy toes and ready to let the inner fighter burn fire toward the new math teacher. Tessie somehow can see the hot head tiny girl in my eyes wanting to burn the newbie into the flame. “ Hey girl, claim that little Vixen girl, we still have one more class to go. “ Tessa is right just like the main character of this story should be. Perfect. I walked up to the stairs into the art sudiuo and there that fucking boy again. “ Hey, looks like someone likes you. Tessa whispered in my ear. I take my seat in the room of dried art that makes history on the tables and walls, where the lights hit.
In the room is a color full of life , a dream you see in pages in books in a painting. Sitting in light and right in front of me is him, the one I can never get my heart to stop getting drawn towards. It’s like the little fighter behind my eyelids, flames burning low just by the look of him. Tessa seems to not realize I just wanted to dance into my painting once the brush hits my finger tips. The paint brushes danced underneath my fingers on to the paper at hand. Tessa on the other hand was talking to all the boys and girls in the art class while me her sidekick here stays quite behind her shadow. Words seem to dance with laughter and intertwine on the pages of their art. At the end of the class the school bells ring of the sound or loud laughters and screams as if it was the last day of school.
Unlike Tessa she has the life she so desires a princess fairy tale and she knows it. Lives in the city of San Francisco and has the independence to go home on her own on the bart. No having to call her parents to tell her yes she is in the car. No, that’s my life, never had the chance or the life to go to malls with friends. The side piece behind her showdown unheard, overed looked behind the rose. Walking into the car and seeing Tesaa smile grew, while I was trapped behind the blacked minted windows, no room to breathe in freedom, or taste the life of high school fun. I take out my small phone that’s worth nothing to the human eye. The heart in me burns in anger, madness, the chain that holds on to my freedom, but is the reason I became the sidekick. I take out my computer and start to do my homework because unlike the main character of this story who has the right to be a high schooler, I have to obey and follow rules.
An hour passed by and I have finished all the Homework that I need to do tomorrow and a week from today. The car rolls into a stop in front of my mothers two story house, wood birds hang from a wire that barely holds the house together and the red door of chipped paint on the door. I open the door, and the smell of dust laying on the furniture shows into the sunlight. I go upstairs, open the doors of the room that drowns me into the bottom of the ocean, I slam the door, feeling not only the walls are closing into me but real water is chaining me down to the surface of land. I walked back down stairs and went straight to work, and got cleaned. While doing my job as the daughter of a single parent and being a main for the household, cleaning the dishes, floors, stairs, bathroom, rooms, lingerie, and cooking for me and my mother. It becomes five thirty in the late afternoon, the sun hits the horizon, making a golden layer into the layers of the house.
As the sidekick character of Tessie story We are never meant to be outside unless she is outside to make her shine. But for once I would like to dance to the music in the sunset and never let my job in this world be controlled in this lifetime. I slowly open the doors into the golden light, it feels warm like magic touching my tan untouched. And in that moment I knew if I ever got the chance to be the main character I would have to let the fighter within me. But the problem may be that I was never meant to her. I meant Scarlett quite untouched. But he is the boy from today, the new hottie that Tessie loves to call the new kids of the school. His lips look kissable, an unforbidden touch and his black eyes that stared into mine. The skies turn into darkness and the stars that hide behind the blue skies and clouds and slowly the skies take me away in their dreams.
The cold night of the big white pearl of a moon litts the night in the forest, my bare flesh touching the cold icy rocks. My burgundy red hair danced in the tempestuous wind, my mind was blank and my feet took a step like a part of me knows the way. A howl from a distance doesn’t stir my mind into focus to get away. I just walk on the rocky stones. A sign apres in eyesight, big and bold black writing echet in the wooden sign. For some reason I knew what it said, but I swear I saw a blur of a foiegen writing. A voice recipes the word over and over as the moon light shines on my face. “ Intimate. ``Over and over I looked down and saw blood in the snow before me. What’s going on? I looked up and saw the gray wolf I saw in the photos from all these years ago. I reach my hand out wanting to touch something I felt I knew before in the past? No one? Lightness took me.
Letting the light take me in, the morning greets me in the sounds of birds and stray dogs and cats noises. I pull the sheets over my bar skin and wrap around my breast a dark sheet of thin blue blanket sheets, making a train behind me. I walked down the stairs and let my hands make the art of food. When I cooked I felt like it’s never me cooking but that my hands are dancing like I do when I draw and paint. The smell of bacon hit my noses and the speed of cooked hash browns plated on the blue plastic plates. I slowly danced to the country music in the train of dark blue thin sheets. After cooking a meal for my mother and myself. I rushed into the hot pressured waters of the showers, rubbing soaps, shampoo, and conditioner over my body and my hair. Let the smell of vanilla and lavender taint my skin.
As the bubbles washed over from the heated water, I stepped into my white towel and let my body lead me to another form of water, the one I feel like I am always drowning with no breath. I sank into my bed and let my thoughts run free. How can it be possible for a thought itself to feel caged in, and let it run wild in the room that every day it drowns you so far deep in the ocean? Pain still lingers but never falls behind these walls, not in any walls. I slowly gathered the reflection of my pieces and locked them away in a box behind my eyes. The stairs filled the gaps under my feet, and the cold marble cleaved grounded me to earth. I pulled the items out of the figiterater and placed them on the kitchen island with vegetables that needed to be cleaned. I diced the vegetables and rinsed them under the cold water and placed them after two and three rinses. I placed them in an ice bath. I let the vegetables bathe in the iced bath for five mins, while letting the fish ster on the pan. The fish cooked at the cost of the jerky flavor rub.
The smell of species hit my nose and I quickly let my hand take incharge of the meal. I placed the two smoked fish in the red bowl over the blackened rice. I grabbed the ice bath and placed the yellow, red onions, red belembers, and diced jalapenos into the mango and pineapple. Making a mango pineapple salsa salad placed next to the smoked paprika fished. I pulled the italian tomatoes and diced them quickly and salted and peppered them, and spoon them between the smoked fish and the salsa salad. The dish looked colorful, the door opened and my mother entered the house. Putting her peach pursed on to the couched chair and quickly walked up the stairs. I grabbed the two red bowls on the island, the coffee table held the dinner meal I perfared for tonight. I moved back to the kitchen and placed my hands onto the paper towel, I folded it into half. I grabbed the forks, knife, and a spoon, and my mom slowly came down the stairs with her nose into the phone in a text.
Mother made way on to the big sand color couched and roasted her feet comfortably, still typing her way on the phone. I could never understand why my mother spends more time on the phone texting instead of looking at her daughter’s face. Maybe she couldn’t bear the look before her. Just like… I took the fork and marked the way into the meal, letting the flavor fill my taste buds. Everyday it’s the same routine day after day, never different from what the main character’s life should be. I wanted to travel around the world, explore new foods, langes, and cultures. But even the fighter agreed with me that it would never happen unless I truly broke free from the chains. Dreams and wishes can only go so far, but what I am living in shows proof dreams and wishes can become your reality. Unless you’re not stuck in your own darkness along with others that sink with you.
The movie plays before mom and me, scenes that are known by heart of the life of Gilmores Girls show. Gilmore Girls is a mirror of the reflection of our lives, the different thing here is that Rory was allowed to make her own choices in life as a high schooler. I stand up from the couch, starting to cult the bowls making way to the kitchen sink. The dish soap bubbles up into the bowls with hot water pressures. It’s the foam, grabbing the sponge scrubbing the residue that was left in the content. The water hits my shirt soaking it damp, and water droplets hang in my brunette hair. I stopped the faucet and quickly scraped the corner the rest from the dinner messed up from earlier. I walked back up the stairs letting my water theme room bedsheets take me in, and that moment I dread for the next day as the sleep takes over me.
On the next day, high school seemed to be the same as yesterday. The only difference was that my head was always to be drawn towards the new boy. I later found out the crameled skin and the black eyes and jet black hair name was Robert Jacsons. Not only that he name that seems to echo through the hallways, with a god sin name, he flirts like Tessie wasn’t even in front of him. And what was so messed up, was that even though Tessie was the main character of this messed up story, I liked it that Robert was flirting with me. And that alien scared me, because it’s been six years and two months, but who the hell is counting from that day. I shaked my head in the black car with the tinted window. I went back to the paper in front of me and got to work calculating numbers printed on the white sheet. My hand got to work once it touched the pencil, two hours passed by in the car once it rolled into in front of the chipped up paint on the two story house. I unlocked the door, and walked in once again a light layer of dust layed on the floors, and furniture.
I onced again cleaned the floors, contours, bathrooms, rooms, and cooked for that day. I couldn’t sleep that night. I was wide awake staring up on the topper upper bed above me. Seeing all the flimsy wood cracking form the weight of the top bunk. I wrapped my arms around my knees letting sleep once again take me in a deep slumber. Loud music woke me from my sleep, the door springed open with my mother in a very and I meant very chimpered moad, singing church music. The only thing me and my mother are different is that she believed in god, me on the other hand I didn’t because there was never a time god saved me but my mother. I closed my eyes trying to not roll my eyes to not get into another agreement. I put my feet on the floor, and make my way down to the stairs. Did my runtime, fed pets, made coffee, teeth, shower, get ready for school, and then I was out the door. I could never get better clothes than the clothes I had in middle school, pants that don’t fit me, and clothes with quotes I never want to be entertained. Tessie all dressed to fit the perfect part, and I just wanted for once to dress the way I desire to. Robert passes by me and the scent does something to my heart. His dark stare turns me into mush under his stare. I wanted him and I wanted him bad.
