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Paige08

Joined: 31 Jan 2007 Posts: 46 Location: Michigan
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2009 10:50 am Post subject: |
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Hope you enjoy! Sorry, I haven't been online much lately!
I shrugged even though she couldn’t see it. “It’s not like I have anything else planned.”
“What about sleeping?”
“What about it? I’ll go to bed early tonight. You can’t afford to miss anymore school.”
She paused a moment. “Don’t worry about it,” I could hear the frown in her voice. “I’m fine.”
“But you can’t afford to miss school anymore!” I repeated.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It matters to me!” I snapped, totally on accident. It was weird, really. It mattered to me a lot, but I hadn’t realized just how much it – no – she mattered to me. “Look,” I said, “just let me pick you up for school. I’m only trying to be a good friend, Courtnee.”
“I know,” she sighed. “But it’s just too much out of your way to come here. You’d have to wake up about two hours early.”
I frowned, “Two?”
“Yeah,” Courtnee’s voice was humorous. “You know how girls are; they need at least an hour to get ready.”
“Oh, shut up,” I rolled my eyes. “It’s no big deal. I’ll pick you up around… well, it would have to be around six.”
“Doesn’t matter to me; I wake up at four thirty every morning to feed the horses before school.”
“Now, you’re starting to scare me,” I giggled.
“I have that affect on girls,” she said simply and I couldn’t stop the riot of laughter that escaped me. “I wasn’t serious,” she said flatly.
“No,” I tried to tame my giggle fit, “that’s not what I’m laughing at. You’re funny,” I added kindly.
“Funny looking.”
“Shut up,” I rolled my eyes. “So-,” she cut me off.
“I’ll be picking you up around … eight?”
“Huh?” I frowned. “Did you just quote Wicked?”
She paused a moment. “Maybe…,” she said slowly.
“You’re silly,” I sighed.
“I get that reaction a lot when I say stuff from plays,” Courtnee yawned. “I also get a lot of ‘What the fuck are you talking about?’ It comes with being a Broadway nut.”
“You’re a nut,” I shook my head, closing my eyes. “What I was saying was, so I’ll pick you up around six?”
“Yep.”
“Good, I’ll see you then,” I smiled to myself.
“Dark and early; have fun setting fire to cheese all night, Brittan,” she added, the smirk quite evident in her tone.
“You have fun shoveling shit tonight,” I came right back at her.
“Touché`,” she giggled. “Bye.”
“Bye,” I closed my phone and bit down on my lip.
She really was cute, Courtnee Sharp. Smart, talented, fun, and she was just all around a good person. How could she not be so surrounded with people wanting to date her that she even had time to like me?
“Brittan,” I whispered to myself, “what are you getting yourself in to?” Shaking my head, I grabbed my work clothes and headed off to the bathroom to shower.
Chapter Ten
I stormed in to the kitchen and threw my tray down on the counter, ignoring the frown directed at me from Erik.
“Why that damn woman insists on coming here for dinner if she thinks the service is so fucking bad is beyond me,” I snapped at no one in particular. “Every time she’s here it’s the same damn thing!”
“Is Red Coat Lady here?” Erik smirked, dumping some fries from the deep fryer on to a plate to accompany the lonely cheeseburger already sitting on it.
‘Red Coat Lady’ was a woman who came to dinner around six three times a week always wearing this long red coat. She was so picky when it came to her food that, at times, I just wanted to take her cup of bean soup and side of French fries and shove them up her-
“Brittan?” Erik jerked me out of my abusive thoughts.
“Yeah,” I sighed, “she’s here. Today she’s pissed because her bean soup was only slightly hot, and not still freaking cooking!”
“Don’t expect a tip,” he advised me, as if I needed reminding. The woman had left me maybe fifty-cents in tips since she’d started eating at Kerby’s a year ago.
“I don’t want her damn money,” I glared, filling a diet coke for table seven; my only other table at the moment. “I want her to start smoking so she’ll sit on the other side of the room.”
Erik laughed and handed me the plate he’d finished preparing. “Just get out there and make with the nice,” he gave me a gentle push toward the door.
“Oh, she’ll be leaving soon,” I said innocently. “We all know how busy her life is.” I walked out on to the floor again and headed toward table seven.
“Non-smokers!” the manager called, signaling me to hurry and get to them and I quickly set down the man’s food and drink.
When I turned to see who my new customers were my blood ran cold and my face hardened.
It was three of the guys who’d beaten the hell out of Courtnee.
“I’m not serving them,” I said flatly to my boss.
“You will,” he demanded.
“No, I won’t.”
“Then you’ll be out of a job.”
“Nope,” I said. “I refuse to serve these things anything,” I practically spat it at the guys, who only laughed.
“Like we said before,” one of them sneered. “That dyke isn’t worth it, and neither are you, if you’re friends with her.”
Before I could say anything back to them, my manager pointed at me. “Either you seat them, or I will and you’ll be fired.”
I looked at him for a moment before whipping my apron off and throwing it at him. “I quit,” I glared. “You take care of that old bitch, and these little pricks.” And, with that, I walked over and grabbed my coat before shoving past the guys and stomping out to my car.
As I drove home, I hardly cared that I’d just quit my job; all I cared about was that it had felt like the right thing to do. There were more jobs out there, so I really had no worries about money. Cranking up the music, I let it drown out all of my thoughts until I got home.
Stomping into the house, I ignored Steve’s voice trying to prod a response from me, and went straight up to my room.
Circe greeted me with a wagging tail as I came in and plopped down on my computer chair. She nudged my hand with her nose, demanding that I pet her at once, but I took away my hand and pressed the power button on my computer. Snowball jumped up in to my lap and clawed her way up to my shoulder where she rested, nestled into my neck. I didn’t have the energy to take her down, only to have her climb right back up.
I sat there, moody and glaring at everything as the two animals tried to get my attention. Circe whined and lay down at my feet and Snowball rubbed her face against my neck and nibbled on my ear.
Looking from one to the other, I sighed and gave both of them a scratch on the head. “I’m sorry, guys,” I said, biting the inside of my lip. “It’s just a really rough night; I quit my job and all, so I have to find a new one now.” Snowball batted at my cheek with her paw, as though she were patting me in an “it’s gonna be ok” gesture.
I kissed her little head and turned my attention to the computer before logging on to the internet. A minute passed as I was checking my email, then-
Court781: Hey, what’s up?
I bit down on my lip for a moment before answering her.
GreatBrittan27: Nothin. Getting ready to start searching the help wanted ads
Court781: What?! Why?
GreatBrittan27: I quit my job *shrug*
Court781: WHY?
I frowned at her reaction, and cocked my head to one side.
GreatBrittan27: The guys from the parking lot showed up at Kerby’s and I refused to wait on them. It was either I waited on them, or I was fired…. So I quit.
Court781: You quit because of me?
GreatBrittan27: no, I quit because I refuse to wait on such horrible people.
Court781: I should help you find a new job, then.
GreatBrittan27: No, it’s ok.
Court781: Please, just let me.
I didn’t answer for a moment. This just proved all over again how much she liked and cared about me. She wanted to help me get a new job because she felt guilty as though it was her fault that I’d quit Kerby’s; even though it wasn’t.
GreatBrittan27: Fine.
Court781: Great! We’re looking for people here at the barn if you want lol j/k
I thought about that for a minute.
GreatBrittan27: Hmm... Actually, that wouldn’t be too bad.
Court781: … What? I was joking. You wouldn’t wanna work here.
GreatBrittan27: And why is that?
Court781: Cuz you don’t want to shovel shit for money? ]
GreatBrittan27: haha, well, money is money for a teenager.
Court781: I guess.
Court781: Want me to ask the boss about it?
GreatBrittan27: Sure, thanks.
Court781: No problem! Glad I can be of help ^_^
I rolled my eyes and laughed. Ah, Courtnee, I thought, you’re one in a million.
Court781: But I kinda gotta go. I’ll talk to you later
GreatBritan27: ok, see you.
I signed off as well and stood before walking over to my mirror. The girl who looked back at me from its depths looked tired, but not wholly unpleasant. She frowned and cocked her head to the side; she wanted to say something, but couldn’t. She knew something I didn’t know; or was it something I knew, but didn’t want to believe?
The girl in the mirror smirked at me and gave a small laugh, her eyes speaking volumes to me. Words of self realization and, to some extent, the way the human mind works.
“You believe only what you want to believe; that’s the way your brain works, Brittan. You’ll only see what you want to see, and when someone says something different from that, you refuse to consider it. Yet, what they say will continue to eat at you until you’re forced into thinking that, maybe, someone else may be right.
“You tell people to open up; share what they’re feeling with you, but you never open up to anyone else. You keep what you think inside of you because you’re afraid of it. You’re afraid of what you yourself may realize is within you; feelings you aren’t willing to accept because they’re not what is accepted among others. Have you ever thought that that may be the reason others don’t yell how they’re feeling to the whole world?
“How can someone open up when you’re so tightly locked into your own little world?
“Take your own advice, Brittan: Open up.”
I glared at the girl in the mirror; I glared because I knew she was right. I knew that I didn’t open up to people, but I still asked them to open up to me.
Especially Courtnee.
How many times had I told her to be open and tell me how she feels? And when she finally told how she felt, I rejected her feelings because I was afraid of my own...
Nah…
“You’re doing it again,” the girl’s eyes laughed at me.
“Shut up,” I growled at my own reflection.
“Who are you talking to?” Steve’s voice ripped through my self conflict.
I turned and saw him leaning against my wall, eyebrows raised and a confused look on his sneering face.
“No one,” I glowered at him. “What do you want?”
“What I want is for you to calm your ass down,” he snapped. “But we can’t always have what we want, now, can we?”
“You came in my room, without knocking, after yelling at me for taking my sister with me to the barn after Mom asked me to, and I’m supposed to be happy to see you standing there?”
“Look,” he sighed, “I’m just here to tell you that your father’s fiancé called; she wants to know what color you think would be good for bridesmaid dresses.”
“I think no bridesmaids or bride at all would be good,” I muttered, glaring out the window.
“Yeah,” he snorted, “tell your father that.” Steve turned and walked out of my room.
Sighing, I walked over to my bed and flopped down. I’d call Kristin some other time; it wasn’t that big of a deal seeing as we still had plenty of time to pick out dresses.
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Joined: 31 Mar 2008 Posts: 47 Location: alaska
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 11:56 pm Post subject: |
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I do enjoy! And I is also sorry I have not been on-This-line for a very long time. No exuse, just a side affect of finding anime.
So happy you updated! 'Tis wonderful to have somthing good to read again.
Okay, so Brittan refused to serve those cads (good for her) and, yeah, Brit, Courtnee realy Is that great, so maybe someday you'll ask her out on a date? Someday soon if 'mirror girl' as any thing to say about it.....who ever she is. It's weird, I get (and agree) where 'mirror girl's coming from, but I have no idea where she Came from.
So much to say, so few words. I like this story and will certinly be stopping by more often to check on it! So, post if you can! Do whatever if you can't! I'm always eager to read!
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kristen10horses

Joined: 18 Jun 2008 Posts: 21 Location: United States
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 1:02 am Post subject: Great so Far!! |
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Sry I haven't been on in a while. I really like the book so far (you should definetly get it published), I'll be checking in later to see the next blog.  _________________ Here be Dragons |
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Dragonfire554

Joined: 24 May 2009 Posts: 1 Location: Detroit Lakes, Minnesota
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 7:28 am Post subject: |
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Completely and totally awesome so far. I love it! Can't wait for the next part! |
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