Hey guys!
Imagine this...I'm still alive. And I know, I really suck because I haven't updated in a while. My excuses? The same school...lack of ambition.
Plus, I've started working on new projects: want to hear them?
STORY #1
Title: Just There
Summary: Alright, I can admit it, I fell for the bad boy but never in a million years did I think that I would also fall for his roommate.
Excerpt:
“You slut,” she teased rolling her eyes as she sat down on the end of the bed. “Don’t tell me there was more than one.”
“Well,” I trailed off pretending to be deep in thought. To add suspense I allowed a sly grin to spread across my lips. I suppose it is rather mean of me to torture her like this.
Glancing back over at her, she reminded me of a little kid waiting to open their presents on Christmas morning. She was bouncing up and down on the corner of the bed, one hand had a strand of red hair twisted around her index finger while the other was slowly tapping against her thigh; the only difference was that her face was far from happy. In fact, it looked a little pissed – not that she was going to kill me or anything, I guess annoyed would probably describe it a little better.
“Julie Anna Anderson. Tell me the truth right this minute,” she ordered and by her firmness of her tone, I should probably stop joking around. Gabby loves me enough to put up with my games but only for an extended period of time.
“Don’t do that again,” I warned, “You just sounded like my mom right there.” I had expected her to laugh at my comment but she just continued to glare at me.
Well, my statement was true. My older brother, Todd, and I used to get in trouble all the time as kids and somehow, I was the only one who ever got in trouble. That brat is five years older then me and should have known better, I was always the one getting yelled at. Go figure.
“Stop avoiding the subject,” she ordered, “From your expression, I know there was at least one guy, I just don’t know how many more. My guess, just one, but you never know. Every time I called you always seemed to be at one party or another.”
STORY #2
Title: Holiday Fun?
summary: Another family vacation. Another three weeks watching her siblings run around while her parents hang out with their friends. A typical vacation for the Hastings, well, typical until he came into the picture.
excerpt: nothing but plot written so far
STORY #3
Title: Football (I know, this sucks, I haven't really had a chance to brainstorm yet)
Summary: After everything that happened with Jake, she was forbidden to get involved with the players on her dad’s team. Unfortunately, they did not get the same memo.
Excerpt:
Do you know that phrase that states you can never go home again?
Well, it’s false.
It should really be: you can go home again, but everything is different not because it has changed but because you have changed.
Whew, that was a mouthful; I guess that’s why no one bothered to change it.
For me, home was always a two-story house in Westwood, Massachusetts complete with a whitewashed picket fence and the perfect climbing tree in the front yard. Westwood was my home for eighteen years and I loved every minute of it. Everything I cared about was located in the area. Or, it was until I ventured outside its borders.
“Don’t hate me,” I begged as I pulled my suitcase off of baggage claim at Logan International Airport in Boston. Despite the noise of the crowd, the brunette next to me, aka my best friend, couldn’t help but grin at my comment.
Jackie and I met at Cornell University our freshmen year and instantly took a liking to one another and have been living together ever since. While our similarities were few, we complemented each other pretty well.
She was set to spend the holidays with her parents but last minute they decided to visit some distant relatives in California. And since Jackie had never met them before, she graciously accepted my invitation to spend the holiday in Boston. Granted she did have relatives in the area so when I got sick of her I had someone to send her to. Maybe I should put them on speed dial?
Just kidding.
“Why on earth would I hate you? Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? You are just too lovable” Jackie called over her shoulder as she started pushing her way through the hoard of people. Holidays and airport do not mix, especially at Christmas.
Add that to the list of why going home for the holidays is an adventure in itself.
“I sort of left some things out about my family.”
“Are they serial killers?”
ho ho hum hum
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ALEX
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