Friday, January 15, 2016

Moving On

Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.
Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.

-Twenty One Pilots

Hey all!
So, to start out, i'm doing okay. I've been seeing my friends more and leaving the house more, but I still don't feel like myself. Honestly, i don't think i ever will. But I'm trying to keep moving, and not dwell on the past.
And i want to shout out to my best friend for going to Subway with me last night, even though she hadn't seen her boyfriend in a week. So thanks boo thang!

Now to the not so boring part of the post.

As you all know by now, i'm working on writing numerous books. So i'm going to let you all read an excerpt of one of the books.

The first day of school, started just like every other day.
I hit snooze three times, before I was fully awake.
Then I sat up and asked myself, Should I even bother getting out of bed? I can always start tomorrow.
But I knew in myself, if I didn’t start today, than I never would.
So with that, I sat up and threw on an old camp T-shirt and shorts. Most people try to stand out and make a good first impression on the first day of school, but not me. I don’t enjoy impressing people or acting like I want to be somewhere that I really don’t. I wanted people to know that I don’t care what they think and I really don’t want to be here.
I didn’t do anything to my hair, which still isn’t long enough to comb through or brush because of chemo. So however it looked, it looked.
I grabbed my backpack, and a granola bar, and was out the door with five minutes until school started. But I walked at my normal, sluggish pace, in no hurry to get to the judgmental brick building that is worse than prison, also known as high school.
I made it to homeroom with a minute to spare and took an empty seat in the way back, as far away from anyone as possible. Luckily for me, no one seemed to notice me, that was until a slightly familiar face sat down next to me as the bell rang, signaling the start of the first day of school.
He leaned towards me and said, “You look excited for the first day of school.”
I smiled at him, and looked him up and down, “Yeah. You too.” He was wearing khaki shorts and a white t-shirt that made his blue eyes pop.
My homeroom teacher, Mrs. Casper, an older lady who specializes in math, began talking about the first day, “Good morning everyone. I hope you all had a good summer. Before we begin, I’m going to take attendance. So when I say your name, please do reply. I’d hate to have to mark you absent on the first day of school.”
She went down the list until finally she got to the S’s, “Kendall Sour.”
Before I could reply, Ms. “Popular”, Maya Waters answered for me, “Are you kidding? There’s no way she would show her face at school.”
“Maya, please keep your comments to yourself.” Mrs. Casper said with the “look”. The kind that tells you right away to stop whatever you’re doing because you’re on thin ice.
“Umm, actually, if you paid attention to anything other than your makeup, which if you were going for the clown look, looks wonderful, you’d realize that I am here.” I said. This drew a snickering laugh from almost everyone, including Mrs. Casper.
Mrs. Casper nodded and checked me off on her list.
The mysterious no name new boy said to me, “Hold on, you’re Kendall?”
“Yeah, I’m cancer girl. Now that you know, feel free to change your seat.” I replied harshly.
“Why? I think it’s pretty cool that you’re here.” He answered.
“Well, that makes one of us,” I answered.
“Hey. I don’t want to be here either. 3 years in the Bahamas really makes Pennsylvania seem more boring than usual,” He said, and that’s when it clicked.
“Wait. Dylan?” I said.
“I’m surprised you remember me, Sour.” He said.
“When’d you get back? Is your whole family back?” I started shooting out questions.
He replied, “My mom, Jenna and I flew in Sunday. You remember Jenna, right?” I nodded in agreeance, “My dad and Grayson are flying back on Friday.”
“Wow, the Crosses are back in town. I never thought I’d say that again.” I replied.
“Well, I’d never thought I’d hear you refer to yourself as cancer girl.” He said.
“Touché.” I said, “So, do you still live on Oakley?”
“Nope. Actually, you’re talking to your new neighbor.” He replied.
“How come I didn’t know that?” I asked.
“Well, you know my grandma, Grace?” He asked.
“Of course. She’s only been my neighbor since I was born.” I replied.
His smile faded a little as he said, “Yeah, well, she was moved to a nursing home yesterday.”
“I’m sorry. If I’d known...” I trailed off because I didn’t actually know what I’d have done.
“Don’t be. It was inevitable. That’s kind of why we moved back,” he said.
“You know what? I think my parents would love to see you. You should come over for dinner.” I said, as the bell rang, signaling the end of homeroom, “My house, 6 p.m., neighbor.”
“Can you send me directions? I think I might get lost on the 20 foot walk,” he joked while a huge grin occupied his face.
I rolled my eyes at him, before ducking out of the classroom.
Dylan and I had gone to the same school, from the time we were in kindergarten up until his family went on a vacation to the Bahamas. He resembled a jock with his muscular and toned body, but wasn’t a jerk who only cared about himself.