John the Baptist
I walk in, and all eyes turn. Every circle looks at me. Some pityingly, probably thinking “Look at that lost new girl, hope she finds somewhere to fit in”, while others just look you up and down like you’re some tragic case who needs to be sorted out but no one wants to because you’re weird and smell like devon.” Not saying I smell like devon or anything, I actually smell pretty nice courtesy of my new body wash. But that’s another story, which goes back to my mum who is queen of beauty products.
I turn around looking for at least one set of eyes that aren’t staring at me. I don’t see them anywhere. So I walk towards the office; alone, nervous and feeling like I wasn’t going to be accepted. Suddenly, I hear a squeal, coming from behind the office. This group of girls hadn’t even noticed me. It was right then, I decided I was going to be one of them.
The girl who caused the squeal was holding a bottle of water which she had used to splash squealer. The rest of the group however, were laying around in various states of laughter. They look like my kind of people; they don’t take themselves seriously, they don’t gawk at new girls and, they’re not part of the weird circle cult preferring instead, to sit in whatever formation works.
The office lady spots me, maybe it’s the look of complete confusion on my face that’s tipped her off, but my best bet is that it was my too long uniform, shiny shoes and slicked back hair; the true signs of a newbie. She beckons me towards her and asks if I’m Amelia, I hesitate to answer, not because I’m nervous or anything but because I haven’t been called that for ages. Most people call me Milly. She hands me a timetable, diary and some sheets of information and explains how to use them all then sends me on my way. That’s good for me because really, I just want to get out of the sterilised environment that is a school office.
I walk out and am approached by the girl with the water bottle. She smiles then says “Knock Knock” slightly confused I answer with “who’s there?” She then says “John” I’m not sure where she’s going with this but I answer “John who?” In response she yells “JOHN THE BAPTIST!” and splashes me with water. Oh yeah, this is definitely a Catholic school.
I laugh and wipe the water droplets off my face. Splasher smiles at me and introduces herself as Daisy, that name suits her. She then leads me over to her group and the others introduce themselves as Sarah, Katie, Hannah and Isabelle. They all tell me to sit down and join them. I finally feel like I belong here.
- Location:My living room, Sydney
- Mood:
cheerful - Music:Be Gentle With Me - The Boy Least Likely To
There are some girls at my school and their group all go out with a group of boys from our brother school. Now, you may be sitting there thinking "where is she going with this?" but the thing is, they all swap boyfriends. I don't think its an arranged thing but if one of them gets a new boyfriend a minimum of 3 of the girls will have gone out with him too. I like to compare it with the TV show "The Secret Life of an American Cheerleader" bad acting aside, they're all sleeping with each other. Another thing about this group is that when they're going out, their phone conversations go a little like this:
"blah blah blah blah FUCK blah FUCK blah blah FUCK blah blah FUCK blah FUCK blah blah blah blah blah blah FUCK"
And it goes on and on until one of them has to leave and they start the most annoying thing ever:
"you hang up" "no you hang up" "no you hang up" "no you hang up"
At this point I either grab the phone and hang up for them or start singing Teenage Dirtbag at the top of my lungs right near the girls head. My relationships have been a little less vomit inducing.
In the past month the most I have thought about a guy is when my best friends brother who usually ignores us when we're around at their house played Buzz with us, and talked to me all day making my best friend feel like the third wheel. It made me feel kinda confused...but my friend made it clear by telling me all his friends were nerds and don't really like the same kind of music as him whereas i do. So its cool now, i'm no longer "My sister's friend" i've moved up to "Rosie".
I don't know how to get people reading my blog...i guess i'll figure it out though.
See ya on the flip side.
Rosie.
- Location:Our lounge room.
- Mood:
crappy - Music:Drops of Jupiter - Train
Just keep breathing; in, out, in, out. That smile, the one that takes your breath away and makes your animal instincts shine because you're resisting the urge to jump on him and push him to the ground; well, he just gave me that smile.
Every year the Scouts from around the area get together for a swimming carnival. He's just moved up to the level above scouts so his troop is in charge of the sausage sizzle and guess who he invited to come with him. Me. I know he's completely off limits being my best friends ex boyfriend and everything but, i can't help how i feel.
Standing next to him at the BBQ means I can see everything. The colour of his eyes, his toned; tanned arms, the way he's respecting my space everytime he leans over to grab something and that smile; the one that tells you you're the one he cares about. He amazes me everytime i see him.
The adults are all giving each other knowing looks like they know whats coming next, to be honest I don't but i think i know what i'd like. There's an ad on the telly at the moment which shows a group of teenagers having the best summer ever, its what everyone hopes their life is like. I know I want mine to be like that, and I want him there with me.
"Is that your girlfriend mate?" One of the troop leaders just walked over for a sausage sizzle, you can tell he see's the same thing as the other adults working on the food tables. He blushed. What does that mean? He blushed and looked the opposite direction and said "nah". I think I need to learn guyspeak.
We go to sell Jelly Cups among the crowd. Our friend Mitch is holding the tray and he has the whipped cream in a can. He just sprayed some in his mouth and Mitch did the same. I don't get why thats so fun to do. In me saying that, he turns around and says "open up" I say no because there are a whole crowd of people watching us. He laughs and chases me around the grass next to the pool before catching me and slipping his arm around my waist. I've seen the movies I know what comes next, but being the Gentleman he is he says "May I?" and I nod.
I can feel that this is going to be the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
Thats as far as I got in my new story. I'm not sure that it qualifies as a short story so its pretty much just a half finished piece of word vomit. But you know, it takes time i guess.
On another note, Holidays have started and I'm having a sucky time in the rain. But this morning was good, i spent majority of it in a tree with my best friend.
Laters, Rosie
- Location:The Caravan
- Mood: happy
- Music:Class A - Pete Murray
I am the last, I like reading them so i can think about it and decide what i'd get out of it if I wore yellow today or stayed at home. My answers; if i wore yellow it'd compliment my tan and if i stayed home i'd have a bubble bath and pretend to be a dolphin.
- Location:Sydney, Australia
- Mood: cheerful
- Music:Can't Take That Away - The Friday Night Boys
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Because i'm now reaching my final years of high school, people have started asking me questions like "What do you want to be when you leave school?" Because I am a particularly painful teenager who likes to make sarcastic comments to adults who think they know everything. My answer is always "I'd like to be me."
That statement is true, I would like to be me. I don't want to be doing anything i don't really like just because it pays well or is highly respectable. I just want to continue having fun like i've been doing for the past 14 years. Really though, I want to be a writer.
My mind is too jumbled for being a great author, i'd have to publish a book of half written books because I change my mind like clock changes time. If I were a reporter i'd be too tempted to blame Voldemort for bombings, Ninjas for kidnappings, Dinosaur parties for earthquakes and Captain Hook for water pollution. I want to be a columnist and write about what I want.
But then I think about my love for magazine and billboard advertising and wonder whether that's the path I should follow. It brings me great joy to open up a magazine and look at all the advertisements in there and i catch the bus just so I can look at the 16 billboards I pass on my way to and from school. Writing wins though, because I love it so much.
That is why I started this blog. I figure that i've got so many thoughts rushing around my brain that it couldn't hurt to use them constructively. Also, its good practice. Any people out there who are actual writers or have any advice, i'd love to hear it.
Rosie.
- Location:Sydney, Australia
- Mood:creative
- Music:Banana Pancakes - Jack Johnson
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