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‘But, I deserve the right to know ‘
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are crossed out and that whole letter is in a box and a different font.
My eyes melt, into the black, steamy coffee. This has to be the largest mug I have ever seen. It was a gift to my dad from his sister. Very thick pottery; the color is unique. It has a purple background, and beautiful green cacti. My dad uses it EVERY morning. I try really hard not to spill it. It’s tempting. Tempting to just dump the liquid out of the huge mug, by tossing my arms into the air, and letting drops of burning hot coffee, surround me like rain. Over with this nonsense, I deliver the caffeine to my dad.
“Thanks honey,” he says. I just smile. I told him to stop calling me that. I’m 17, my name’s Nicole, or Nikki. That’s all he can call me. I walk downstairs and into the bathroom. I stare into my eyes; the refection of me. My blue eyes stare back into me, waiting to look at something else. I keep them there, refrain them from looking away. I feel they’re itching to look at something else; my nose, my ear, my lips; anything but a starting contest with themselves. I look away, giving relieve to my pools of blue; my visionary bulbs. I go to my room, and on the computer. www.westfeildshoppingcenter.com; Stores; Tiffany. Hmm, this ring looks pretty. I click on it. Ooh, $90. I can’t afford that.
I open my bottle of root-beer scented lotion and rub it in my hands. I turn the keys in the ignition and floor it, then rock back in my car.
“Niiiice!” I hear from the passenger seat. My best friend, Apple, bobs her head.
“Bite me.” I move the stick shift in place, then try again, and drive out of the lot
“When was the last time you cleaned this car?” she asks, picking up a king-of-hearts playing card, then a pencil that says ‘Diane’s Chiropractic.’
“Uh… eight months ago… ? I say, more a question than an answer.
“Wow, great.”
“Oh, and your car is spotless?”
She sticks her tongue out. “Very mature, Apple.” Just then, I pull up in her driveway.
Her room is now neon green.
“So, how many times have you painted your room in the last two months?”
“Fi— six…? I think.”
“Nice,” I go over to her radio and turn it to 106.1. Gross, I hate this song. 93.3. Ooh, Starstruck. I sit on her beanbag and she sits on her waterbed.
“So, Colie, what do you want for your birthday? Three days away-ay!”
“A new phone; an iPod. Can you afford that?” I challenge her.
“So, a pack ‘a gum and three collectors’ chapsticks?”
“Just like last year.” I smile.
My mom stares at me. “What?” I ask. She smiles, then takes out a little white box, and jerks it in my direction. I look closer, and the little white box has a blue ribbon and a word; a name. The best name I could think of right now. Tiffany. I snatch the box from her fingers and rip the ribbon out of the way, then snap open the box. I gasp. “It’s beautiful.” I say. It’s a silver ring with an aqua-green pendant and gold clasp. “Thank you, so much! This is the best birthday present I’ve ever gotten,” I say, hugging her.
Apple and I go to the flower beds in my backyard, looking at the glistening sound, just feet away.
“Ahh, I love the beach,” Apple and I say, synchronizing. I inhale the salt water scent, then un-expectedly, on Apple’s part, jump up and run in my house, then come out with two swimsuits.
“Let’s go,” I whisper to her. She knows exactly what I mean. We run to the front of my house and on the two skateboards and ride down the street to the cove.
A bon fire; a party; ahh, high school. I see teens huddled around a campfire, laughing. I smell sand and chocolate. I taste salt water in the air. I hear ‘Paper Planes’ in the distance. I feel thin oxygen. Apple and I move over to a log; the log. The sunset is diamonds set in the sky; pink, purple, and a gorgeous blue. The largest star in our solar system shines across the white marshmallow in the upper atmosphere; shining across Seattle to make our days light up, but now, dusk comes, creating the most beautiful part of the day in my view: the sunset.
“Can we capture the sunset and keep it to put in my room?” Apple wishes.
“I hope so. Let’s find out.” I get up and run over to the main building, and so does Apple. I open the door and we go into the bathroom to change into our suits. We change, then get out of the main building and sprint across the grass field and over the sand, into Puget Sound.
“Cold-d-d!” I scream. Apple nods her head, and I hear her teeth chattering. The water is cold, but I go down to my knees, then my waist, then my neck. After a few minutes, it’s not so cold anymore. Almost, kind of… relaxing.
“Okay, why is your bathing suit yellow?” Apple says.
“Because that’s how it was made,” I respond, trying not to be o
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