Overlooked_Merchandise's Stories

Who Cares?

2008-05-23T17:47:43Z

I’m not jealous! How could she think that!? I’M NOT !

As I storm into my biology class and to the back of the room where my desk was.

“Your late,” Seth whispered to me, “and you look horrible, what happened?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I say back flatly, I could even hear the anger in my voice.

After that I really avoided Macy, like, every where. I acted like she wasn’t even there. Then, after school at practice I went up to Warren and said,

“Hey, good luck at the prom. You deserve Macy, and I can tell she really likes you.” I don’t care if she hates him, I really just didn’t want to see her and if she’s hanging with Warren 24/7 I won’t have to.

When I got home I threw my tux in the trash. “I’ll go in jeans and t-shirt, I don’t have anyone to impress,” I mutter to myself.
And that’s what I planed to do.

Macy really didn’t know anything about me. I thought she did. I hoped she did. But now, what’s the point of taking prom seriously?

Ginny Forgot To Get His Number

2008-05-23T16:11:19Z

I was in a daze the rest of the time I was there, thinking of nothing but, Copernius. Yeah, I like that better, but I’ll call him Copper, he seems to like that better.

“Crap!”I yelled at myself, banging my head on the steering wheel.

“I never got his number!” I yell again. I’m not used to this kind of thing, that’s Jane’s job.She’s my best friend, though we are opposites.I like to stay to my books, and normally avoid the kind of thing that just happened, and Jane is usually that one to do something like that.

But the first time I meet a hot guy, I don’t even remember to get his number.Would that be weird?Too soon? Would he think I’m a freak? I would.

I was totally out of it the rest of the night, thinking over what happened to see if there was a message or something. Nothing.Why would he want a nerd like me who tries nothing, just stays the same.I’m pathetic.

The next morning Jane shows up at my locker with a smile on her face.

“Hey, look who’s staring at you!What did you do?”

What!?

Can't Stop Loving You

2008-05-23T01:26:18Z

I throw another tissue into the garbage can as Dakota walks back into the room.

“Who was on the phone?”I ask between sniffs.

“Faith,” she says flatly with hate, like she really was pissed.

“Oh,” I say, “What did she say?”

“Nothing. I might just be your neighbor, and like, never really hang out with you but within this time that I am hanging with you, I feel for you. Faith is a brat who doesn’t know a good thing when she sees it. She is very, very selfish and you are too good for her,” She says. It’s true, I barely talk to her and now I’m spilling my gust to her, and for some reason, I agreed with what she was saying.

“Maybe,”I say, remembering something. The vision was clear.

“I’ll beat you up!” I yell,pissed at what happened after Faith spilled her lemonade on my shirt.
“Uh…”Faith says as she turns and runs.

But, for some reason, one I didn’t know at that moment, I never did.I guess I loved Faith even at that age. And, no matter how hard I try, no matter what I do, I can’t stop.

Jeans, Vintage T, and Vans. What More Needs To Be Said?

2008-05-22T17:23:56Z

As I turn the corner into the bread aisle I hit into something hard, human.

Being the small person that I am I fall to the ground with a thump. As I looked up to see my obstacle my eyes grow wide. I could feel the blush I had from falling get redder.

Standing in front of me, was a tall, some-what muscular boy. He had baggy jeans and a vintage t-shirt for a band I didn’t know, and Vans. His hair was cut short, spiked, a chocolate brown with red highlights at the very tip. It probably looks better than it sounds.

In short, he was hot. And I just ran into him. So I just ran into a hot guy. Ugh.

He put his hand out for me, said, “Sorry, that was totally my fault, I should have looked where I was going,” and smiled.

I took his hand, blushing even more, and with one pull, I was up on my feet. In comparison, he was about a head taller than me.

When I didn’t answer he said, “Hi, I’m Copernius.” Then I saw him wince a bit, like he made a mistake saying that or something. Copernius, cool name.

"Genevieve" Is Inconvenient

2008-05-20T21:10:05Z

I got into the car and drove off. My temper slowly went away as I drove farther and farther away from my house.

That was when I pulled into the nearly empty parking lot of Kwik-E-Mart. I got out and casually walked my way into the store and head for the back, where the bread is.

As I cut through and aisle I pass Mary Rose, one of my mother’s friends. She looked up at me, smiled, and said (ever so politely and inconveniently), “Oh, why hello Genevieve.”

...

I smiled nicely and say,”Hello.” Then quickly walk away, basically running down the aisle.

“Why does everyone have to call me that? My friends don’t. They get that I hate that name. But grown up. Oh, no, grown-ups have to call me by my first name, I have a nickname for a reason,” I mutter on my way. Why does this bother me so?

And as I stared at my feet, walked must faster than needed, and turned the corner at the same time, my anger suddenly vanished.

Becuase as I did this, I ran into someone.

And that someone, was a boy.

Genevieve Gillson

2008-05-17T19:42:42Z

“Genevieve! Genevieve!” My mother’s voice boomed up the stairs, down the hall, through the crack between my door and the door frame, and into my head.

I got up and walked down stairs, “Ginny, mother, its Gi-nny,” I corrected.

“I’m your mother and will call you what I like, and that is your real name, Genevieve, not a nickname your friends call you by.” She said back, stirring the soup that simmered in the large pot. “Come set the table please.”

I grabbed the things I need and walked out to the too-large-for-this-room dinning table. While walking around the table setting out the place mats, dishes, and utensils I muttered, “Who likes the name Genevieve anyway? At least Ginny sounds more this century. God, it’s like I’m from the medieval period.”

“By the Lord’s name!” My mother yelled angrily from the kitchen, “Genevieve, will you run to the market and pick up a loaf of bread?”

“Yeah,” Was my replay as I picked up the car keys, side-stepping Mark and Alice, 2 of my 5 other sibling, as the run by me.

Up In Flames

2008-05-17T17:56:05Z

I make sure to hold everything in until I am out of sight, and when I am, I crack.Tears run down my face. I don’t this! Why am I crying? I never cry! I’m the big, tough, Bernard. Not the boy who cries over a girl.

When I get home there are no cars in the driveway, so I’m alone, better. I run inside to find a note on the table…from….from Lee? God, not him again.

Dear Bernard,

Just wanted to say sorry for everything I did in the past. I’m sure this won’t mean anything to you, and…but I’m sorry.I have a girlfriend of my own now, Abby, and I know now what love is. I messed up bad, but I’ll never to it agian. You two were made for each other -

I then throw it in the trash. What does he know!

The anger mixs with the despiar now.I run to my room and pull out the box with all the pictures of Faith and I through the years out and run back to the kitchen,turn a burner on, and watch them go up in flames.

I’ve never cried so much in my life, and she hasn’t even dumped me yet.

Macy Problems? Yes.

2008-05-16T22:39:16Z

I do that all the time and no one ever actually hears…but, of course, this time someone did and that person was Macy.

I turn the corner and run right into Seth, my best male friend. Being smaller than he, I was the one to go flying.

He held his hand out to me saying, “Jeez, Drew, come down. I don’t think anything is bad enough to run like that. The only place I see you run that fast is on the field. What’s up?” He lifted me up, with one hand.

Seth was, well BIG , in the muscular sense. I was strong too but a whole lot faster, that’s why I was on the football team. He was on defense, but still my friend.

“Macy problems?” He guessed, he has this strange idea I like Macy.

“For the last time, dude, I don’t like her that way! God. I was just thinking and kinda, said some out loud and she was right there,” I answered.

“Oh, so if you don’t like her, than why did it matter weather or not she heard what she heard?”

I punched him in the arm, though, it hurt me more and he knew, so he laughed.

The Scary Part Is...

2008-05-16T21:20:25Z

I pull away from her hug and hold her head up with my hands until she is looking right at me.

“Can you forgive me?” I repeat.

“Yes, Bernard, yes, I can. I’m so sorry for the last couple of days!” She hugs me again, making me smile.

“Well, that’s good to hear,” I say, full of joy.

“I love you Faith, with all my heart, and I always will. You are the only girl for me.” I say, gently brushing my hand over her tear-stained cheek.

Her face goes blank, distant. But why? She loves me back, doesn’t she? She’s – she’s probably just really happy…I hope. But I don’t want to find out.

As she goes to talk, I cut her off, “I should be going. I feel wierd in the same close as yesterday.” Lame excuse!

As I stand, Faith does too. I turn to her, her face still distant, though she is staring at me pleadingly. Suddendly my eyes filled with tears and I don’t know why. I dive in to a hug, hard and true.

The scary part is, she holds me the same…as though this is the last hug I would get.

When Would This End?

2008-05-14T23:42:14Z

She began to run.

But where to? She ran and ran, her hair flying up behind her as her scarf she used as a head band slowly slide down her head. Everywhere she turned there were walls, clear, so you could see the wall next to it, and the one after that, and the one after that. It went on forever…endless walls in the sky….

But it was in the sky? On what was she running?

Air? Glass? Ice? It felt as cold as ice, yet as light as air but as think and clear as glass, like, with every set, the floor sort of bobbed underneath her, like a trampolean yet didn’t give it completely to let her fall.

She kept running, turning in every derection, passing wall after wall after wall.

Why was she here? How did she get here?

SHe couldn’t remember how this all started, not even where she was a moment ago. Like, with every second, the seconds before she could not remember, as though she was continuesly losing her member. Even worse than short-term.

When would this end?

Echo's Random Quiz ANSWERS!!

2008-05-14T22:18:21Z

1) Who’s your favorite band/ artist?
ALL TIME LOW

2) What’s your favorite phrase?
“bite me”

3) Guitar Hero or DDR ?
ohh hard choice….guitar hero

4) What’s the word you overuse?
“like”

5) beach or lake?
BEACH

6) Mozzarella or Chedder?
Mozzarella

7) Best movie ever?
Fox and the Hound….I accually cried during that!!

8) Favorite store?
Barns and Noble or Best Buy

9) Favorite time of day?
afternoon

10) What do you think is highly over rated?
uhhh, anyone who thinks they are better than someone else.

O to the M 's answerers

2008-05-14T22:08:39Z

1) blue

2) Munk, Moonlight, Psyched

3) idk…i don’t keep track of those things

4) Taylor Swift ((she’s in a band…would you consider her a celebrity??))

5) rin, rinrin, butternut, spazoid, airhead, e-rin, ren, roselapasnosela((spelling?? idk))

6) im shy with ppl i don’t really know

7) my shy-ness

8) too many to count

9) 10 or more

10) there’s a lot to pick from….

11) as of may 2008, still in 6th

12) ficlets, aim

13) as of 5/13/08 like…83, or after this 84

14) depends….probably fruit

15) chocolate all the way baby!!!

16) both…i guess…at the moment it would be nice to BE LOVED by someone outside the family

17) taking one, it more fun to answer the question than think them up

Random Quiz answer sheat

2008-05-13T21:32:32Z

1. Have you ever dressed up as a member of the opposite gender for halloween?
no, can’t say I have

2. Have you ever dropped something out of a window? (cars don’t count, you litterer)
I did throw a tic tac out the wondow once…it tasted nasty =]

3. DO YOU or DO YOU NOT play an instrument? If so, what?
FLUTE !! have been for 2 years now

4. IF you DO INDEED play and instrument, IS IT THE TRUMPET ?
last time I checked it wasn’t…did you change it!!! *

5. IF it IS INDEED THE TRUMPET , have you ever EMPTIED YOUR SPIT VALVE OVER AND INNOCENT GIRL ’S HEAD ?
ew, no and i’ve never had anyone do that to me either….

6. What is the most valuable thing…
...you have broken.
the most valuable thing i’ve broken was a glass bowl…though it really isn’t valuable at all…it’s the most i’ve broken. im pretty good about not breaking things ((if you can believe that!))

7.Have you ever eaten a worm? (fried or otherwise)
no, and i hope never too…but i did read a book about it!*

Keeping Quiet

2008-05-13T20:54:50Z

Scarlet squealed happily and I swear Travis’s shoulders loosen again. This might be fun. I thought.

There was a moan from the other room. “We better take care of them,” Scarlet said, which a bit of a chuckle. So we tended to them and Scarlet drove them and me home.

Before I knew it I was at Scarlet’s the next day preparing for the party. Apparently, skinny jeans and a cute tank aren’t good enough for “parties like this.”

“But, Scarlet, why can’t I wear jeans! I feel more comfortable in places I don’t know if all my legs are covered!” I complained as Scarlet tried to shove a skirt at me.

“Because, these are boys we don’t know. We have to impress them.” She commented.

“But you have a boyfriend, why do you need any other boys checking you out.” I said.

“Sure, you right,” She answered, though I knew she didn’t mean it, “But, you. You don’t and you need one” She protested.

“I have Travis.” Yeah, right, like I would say that! Instead I kept quiet, watching as she dug through her closet.

Breaking the Silence

2008-05-13T00:48:25Z

I am running, and running…toward what? Faith. I’m running to her. But the more I run, it seems, the farther I get from her, not closer. She is calling my name…like she needs help. “Bernard, Bernard? Where are you?” is what she is calling. “I’m right here! Faith! Over here!” I yell back, but she doesn’t hear me. Now I begin to panic. What if she’s hurt? What if…then the voice got louder, closer. But I was still getting farther from her. “Bernard? Bernard?” is what I hear…and the smell of buttered toast with cinnamon, My favorite. Just then, in my dream, I ran into an invisible wall, waking me up.

As my eyes come into focus I see Faith standing beside me. I rub my eyes and sit up. “Hey,” is all I can manage.

”’Morning,” there was silence and then, “here, this is for you. I figured you’d be hungry…” Faith’s voice trails off.

Taking the food I say, “Thanks. I am,” more silence, “sit, please.”

She didn’t. Silence.

“Why are you here? Why didn’t you leave?” Faith’s voice broke the silence.