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1VetaTorres
I suppose everything started around my last birthday. My birthday wish was to find love and adventure. Who knew birthday candles actually worked? From now on there will be candles on birthday cakes, cupcakes, pieces of cheesecake, ice cream, cookies or any other desserts given on birthdays.
If you are going to make a birthday wish, you must be specific, keep that in mind.
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Damn it, summer just had to come too soon. I know it sounds odd right? But for the first time in my life I wasn’t looking forward to summer vacation.
About a month ago I made up my mind to go visit my Aunt Stevie, yes her name is Stevie and yes she is a girl. At the time it sounded all fine and dandy to get away from everyone in my life, my parents, my brother, my best friend, even my boyfriend and have my own little adventure. Unfortunately I have a tendency to make decisions without thinking. This time it was to go stay with my crazy aunt in California for three months; did I mention she’s a little loony? Don’t get me wrong I love the lady to death but she’s… different.
I like change, I’ve been needing change but now my boyfriend has decided that he is staying in Missoula, Montana instead of back-packing across Europe, and now I am not staying in Missoula but going to Upland, California. So, we still won’t be together this summer! And to make matters worse Upland is not on the water front, it’s inland so I can’t just go to the beach whenever I want! Whew…deep breathes… it’s only three, long, months.
If you are going to make a birthday wish, you must be specific, keep that in mind.
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Damn it, summer just had to come too soon. I know it sounds odd right? But for the first time in my life I wasn’t looking forward to summer vacation.
About a month ago I made up my mind to go visit my Aunt Stevie, yes her name is Stevie and yes she is a girl. At the time it sounded all fine and dandy to get away from everyone in my life, my parents, my brother, my best friend, even my boyfriend and have my own little adventure. Unfortunately I have a tendency to make decisions without thinking. This time it was to go stay with my crazy aunt in California for three months; did I mention she’s a little loony? Don’t get me wrong I love the lady to death but she’s… different.
I like change, I’ve been needing change but now my boyfriend has decided that he is staying in Missoula, Montana instead of back-packing across Europe, and now I am not staying in Missoula but going to Upland, California. So, we still won’t be together this summer! And to make matters worse Upland is not on the water front, it’s inland so I can’t just go to the beach whenever I want! Whew…deep breathes… it’s only three, long, months.
2VetaTorres
“Hey Aunt Stevie, its Avery, um… you were suppose to pick me up from the airport, I don’t know what happened but the plane landed a half hour ago. Alright, I guess I’ll see you in a bit. Bye.” I hung up the phone and headed towards the empty bench. The people speed walking to get to their planes became a blur as I thought about my goodbyes before coming to California.
Last night I finished packing while my best friend Briana talked a mile a minute about all the last day of school gossip, so-and-so broke up with what’s-her-face, that one girl from Chemistry hooked up with that hot guy from drum line, and all her possible boy toys for the summer. I listened mindlessly for the most part, I knew I’d miss her but I was honestly tired of her rumors and scandalous stories.
“Babe you better call me and tell me all the juicy details!”
“Briana, I’m just going to stay with my aunt, nothing exciting is going to happen.” I told her.
“You know that there are bound to be some sexy men there, it is California, after all.”
“Yeah but I have a boyfriend remember?”
“That doesn’t mean you can’t scope out fresh meat though!” she said as she winked, her crazy curls coming out of her pony tail. She’s half Belizean and Salvadorian, or in other words her mom is black and her dad is Latino, which makes for a perfect combination of soft brown skin, bright eyes and tightly curled hair.
I rolled my eyes at her and walked her to the door. “Fine I promise that I’ll fill you in on the details Briana.”
“Alright love, have a good flight” she flashed her award winning smile.
“Thanks, I’ll call you when I get to my aunt’s house.”
That good-bye had gone pretty well, I can’t say the same about the other.
............
After my dad had loaded my bags into the trunk, I saw Chance riding his bike down the street.
My dad turned to me and said “Make it quick, you don’t want to miss your flight.”
“Oh good, I thought I might have missed you.” He said planting a kiss on my cheek.
“Hi Chance.”
He quickly moved on without saying hello, “Are you sure you still want to go to California? I mean I won’t see you for like three months.”
“Yes I’m still gonna go. I already told Stevie that I’d be coming and my parents paid for my plane ticket.” I said getting angry.
“I know, but Avery, I just want to be close to you. I’m not going back packing across Europe like I planned and I just wanted to spend quality time with you before college started.”
“Hey I can’t help that your summer plan got messed up and mine are fine.”
“Aw baby don’t be mad, I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“Avery we need to leave… like now” my dad said.
“I’m sorry Chance but I had hoped the same thing before you mad plans to go to Europe.” And I leaned in to kiss him good bye. My dad was suddenly overcome with a coughing fit and we stopped.
“Bye”
“I love you Avery.”
“I know” I smiled and waved from the car window.
Last night I finished packing while my best friend Briana talked a mile a minute about all the last day of school gossip, so-and-so broke up with what’s-her-face, that one girl from Chemistry hooked up with that hot guy from drum line, and all her possible boy toys for the summer. I listened mindlessly for the most part, I knew I’d miss her but I was honestly tired of her rumors and scandalous stories.
“Babe you better call me and tell me all the juicy details!”
“Briana, I’m just going to stay with my aunt, nothing exciting is going to happen.” I told her.
“You know that there are bound to be some sexy men there, it is California, after all.”
“Yeah but I have a boyfriend remember?”
“That doesn’t mean you can’t scope out fresh meat though!” she said as she winked, her crazy curls coming out of her pony tail. She’s half Belizean and Salvadorian, or in other words her mom is black and her dad is Latino, which makes for a perfect combination of soft brown skin, bright eyes and tightly curled hair.
I rolled my eyes at her and walked her to the door. “Fine I promise that I’ll fill you in on the details Briana.”
“Alright love, have a good flight” she flashed her award winning smile.
“Thanks, I’ll call you when I get to my aunt’s house.”
That good-bye had gone pretty well, I can’t say the same about the other.
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After my dad had loaded my bags into the trunk, I saw Chance riding his bike down the street.
My dad turned to me and said “Make it quick, you don’t want to miss your flight.”
“Oh good, I thought I might have missed you.” He said planting a kiss on my cheek.
“Hi Chance.”
He quickly moved on without saying hello, “Are you sure you still want to go to California? I mean I won’t see you for like three months.”
“Yes I’m still gonna go. I already told Stevie that I’d be coming and my parents paid for my plane ticket.” I said getting angry.
“I know, but Avery, I just want to be close to you. I’m not going back packing across Europe like I planned and I just wanted to spend quality time with you before college started.”
“Hey I can’t help that your summer plan got messed up and mine are fine.”
“Aw baby don’t be mad, I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“Avery we need to leave… like now” my dad said.
“I’m sorry Chance but I had hoped the same thing before you mad plans to go to Europe.” And I leaned in to kiss him good bye. My dad was suddenly overcome with a coughing fit and we stopped.
“Bye”
“I love you Avery.”
“I know” I smiled and waved from the car window.
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I don't think I've every really believed that he truely loved me. I mean he's been saying that he loved me since we started dating eight months ago. I have never told Chance that I love him and I guess that's because I don't know if I do love him.
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"Avery! oh I'm sorry I'm late I totally lost track of time!"
"It's ok Aunt Stevie."
"Oh don't call me 'Aunt' it makes me feel old, just call me Stevie."
I laughed and grabbed my duffle bag. She needn't worry about looking old, at least. She still had a great body at thirty-five years old. She's petite just like my mom with untameable red hair. I love the way she dresses, no one else looks like her. She can wear a big wooly sweater and jeans and look sexy.
"Ok kiddo ready to see my new place?"
"You moved?"
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"Avery! oh I'm sorry I'm late I totally lost track of time!"
"It's ok Aunt Stevie."
"Oh don't call me 'Aunt' it makes me feel old, just call me Stevie."
I laughed and grabbed my duffle bag. She needn't worry about looking old, at least. She still had a great body at thirty-five years old. She's petite just like my mom with untameable red hair. I love the way she dresses, no one else looks like her. She can wear a big wooly sweater and jeans and look sexy.
"Ok kiddo ready to see my new place?"
"You moved?"
5VetaTorres
ah good that's what i was going for! and thanks :)
8VetaTorres
"You moved?"
"Yep."
"Don't tell me its around the corner from your last house, because in my book, that doesn't count as moving."
"Avery that does count as moving! The last time that happened I had to move all of my stuff didn't I?" We laughed.
"No actually I moved about four hours north of here." "Here" happened to the Ontario Airport.
"Really? So we have to drive four hours now?"
"Sadly yes." Stevie said unlocking her black VW Jetta. I threw my bags in the trunk and then climbed into the passenger seat.
"Now why did you move, again?
"Well I got a new teaching position at Cal Poly San Luis Obispo. So I moved to a near by city, Pismo Beach."
"Did you say beach?"
She laughed at me, "Yes ma'am, I now live just a short walk from the beach."
"Yes!" I said, grinning from ear to ear.
We laughed for a few minutes and then she began to drill me with questions about the family, about Briana, and Chance and just about everything imaginable. Half way to Pismo I fell asleep listening to Stevie's favorite band at the moment.
"Yep."
"Don't tell me its around the corner from your last house, because in my book, that doesn't count as moving."
"Avery that does count as moving! The last time that happened I had to move all of my stuff didn't I?" We laughed.
"No actually I moved about four hours north of here." "Here" happened to the Ontario Airport.
"Really? So we have to drive four hours now?"
"Sadly yes." Stevie said unlocking her black VW Jetta. I threw my bags in the trunk and then climbed into the passenger seat.
"Now why did you move, again?
"Well I got a new teaching position at Cal Poly San Luis Obispo. So I moved to a near by city, Pismo Beach."
"Did you say beach?"
She laughed at me, "Yes ma'am, I now live just a short walk from the beach."
"Yes!" I said, grinning from ear to ear.
We laughed for a few minutes and then she began to drill me with questions about the family, about Briana, and Chance and just about everything imaginable. Half way to Pismo I fell asleep listening to Stevie's favorite band at the moment.
10VetaTorres
:)
12VetaTorres
lol when i get time to actually think of more!
14VetaTorres
so i totally lost interest in the story above.
here's something new:
"Happy twenty-third birthday... to me," I said to my reflection. Today is my birthday, my first away from home, without my family and without my friends.
I moved to England four months ago to pursue my childhood dream of living here. Every since I found out that my great-grandfather's family came from England I have wanted to live here. So, after finishing college and getting a bachelor's degree in English Literature I decided it was time to live on my own. I have since then regretted the decision, it's cold here and I don't know anyone. One thing that cheers me up is finding and exploring old houses and buildings. Being slightly depressed today of all days I need a pick-me up.
I quickly dress, throw my hair in a pony tail, and swipe some waterproof mascara on. On my way out I grab my car keys but change my mind and decide to walk. The house isn't far and I'm not doing anything else today. I lock up my small rental cottage and start at a brisk pace. After twenty minutes traveling north I see the house.
It's a large manor sitting on a hill. The front overlooks a small valley, while the back of the house faces a moor. It was desolate and isolated exactly how I'm feeling. The manor itself has ivy crawling up its sides and moss growing on the roof. I walk on the dirt path up to the house, I notice the roof tiles missing and glass windows broken. I approach the door; it's very old, a large oak door with a rusted knocker and doornob. I reach for the door handle and slowly turn it as it creaks and squeals. I push the it open and look inside.
The sunlight shines through the dooway casting and eerie glow down the entrance hall. Calmly I walk in, leaving the door slightly ajar. i pass a doorway that leads to a coatroom, next I pass a parlor, the third doorway leads to the dining room. Seeing an impressive table I turn to my right and go into the room.
I walk down one side, eyeing the table covered in cobwebs adn dust. I arrive at the head of the table; I stop and look at the tapestries covering the walls. The tapestries were faded and dusty. I draw closer to the one nearest me. Closer, I can see it portrays a knight in black armor riding a white horse. I start to trace the outline of the horses's head when I feel something other than the flat wall. The hairs on the back of my neck rise as I grab the edge of the tapestry and pull it back, There stands a door with a plaque nailed at eye level.
A secret door would have been exciting if the sign had not read, "Enter here to view the past, but be forewarned, you can't go back."
I look around the room, checking to see if anyone is behind me. I can't shake the feeling that I'm being watched. I fae the door again and laugh at myself. I'm way too old to believe in ghost stories... and I open the door.
There at the doorway starts concrete stairs spiraling up. Halfway up the stairs I hear the door close behind me, which is strange because I left the door open. I don't let the odds of the door closing on its own occupy my thoughts and continue up the stairs.
As I reach the top I ente a small room with a machine against the far wall. The machine takes up most of the room, and its and ugly gold-brown color. The windowless room is dark and stuffy. I walk towards the machine, where a small red light is blinking. Up close I see that the red light is actually a button.
Suddenly I have an overpowering desire to push the button. Without thinking I push it. I watch as my hand reaches over and pushes the button as if I have no control over my own body...
here's something new:
"Happy twenty-third birthday... to me," I said to my reflection. Today is my birthday, my first away from home, without my family and without my friends.
I moved to England four months ago to pursue my childhood dream of living here. Every since I found out that my great-grandfather's family came from England I have wanted to live here. So, after finishing college and getting a bachelor's degree in English Literature I decided it was time to live on my own. I have since then regretted the decision, it's cold here and I don't know anyone. One thing that cheers me up is finding and exploring old houses and buildings. Being slightly depressed today of all days I need a pick-me up.
I quickly dress, throw my hair in a pony tail, and swipe some waterproof mascara on. On my way out I grab my car keys but change my mind and decide to walk. The house isn't far and I'm not doing anything else today. I lock up my small rental cottage and start at a brisk pace. After twenty minutes traveling north I see the house.
It's a large manor sitting on a hill. The front overlooks a small valley, while the back of the house faces a moor. It was desolate and isolated exactly how I'm feeling. The manor itself has ivy crawling up its sides and moss growing on the roof. I walk on the dirt path up to the house, I notice the roof tiles missing and glass windows broken. I approach the door; it's very old, a large oak door with a rusted knocker and doornob. I reach for the door handle and slowly turn it as it creaks and squeals. I push the it open and look inside.
The sunlight shines through the dooway casting and eerie glow down the entrance hall. Calmly I walk in, leaving the door slightly ajar. i pass a doorway that leads to a coatroom, next I pass a parlor, the third doorway leads to the dining room. Seeing an impressive table I turn to my right and go into the room.
I walk down one side, eyeing the table covered in cobwebs adn dust. I arrive at the head of the table; I stop and look at the tapestries covering the walls. The tapestries were faded and dusty. I draw closer to the one nearest me. Closer, I can see it portrays a knight in black armor riding a white horse. I start to trace the outline of the horses's head when I feel something other than the flat wall. The hairs on the back of my neck rise as I grab the edge of the tapestry and pull it back, There stands a door with a plaque nailed at eye level.
A secret door would have been exciting if the sign had not read, "Enter here to view the past, but be forewarned, you can't go back."
I look around the room, checking to see if anyone is behind me. I can't shake the feeling that I'm being watched. I fae the door again and laugh at myself. I'm way too old to believe in ghost stories... and I open the door.
There at the doorway starts concrete stairs spiraling up. Halfway up the stairs I hear the door close behind me, which is strange because I left the door open. I don't let the odds of the door closing on its own occupy my thoughts and continue up the stairs.
As I reach the top I ente a small room with a machine against the far wall. The machine takes up most of the room, and its and ugly gold-brown color. The windowless room is dark and stuffy. I walk towards the machine, where a small red light is blinking. Up close I see that the red light is actually a button.
Suddenly I have an overpowering desire to push the button. Without thinking I push it. I watch as my hand reaches over and pushes the button as if I have no control over my own body...
15jettblack28
i wills read it when i get home l8)
