Post by Coldfoot on Mar 8, 2008 12:10:44 GMT -5
I had always been a very impatient person and dear Troo was not making it any easier. I was tapping my foot that was trapped in an ordinary tennis shoe to an unknown rhythm. I could feel more of my few drops of patience tearing away and I couldn't help an escaping gasp of annoyance. Troo was common for my displeasure, but she being my sister meant I had no choice but to support her obsessions, no matter how weird they got—and believe me, Troo had odd obsessions.
Such as her cupcake fiasco. She had to buy seven cupcakes a week—one for every day—and they all have to be a certain kind. On the Sunday of the new week, Troo and I were out at Rosie's Bakery, Troo looking at cupcakes and me... being impatient. I could feel the cold stares of the poor, unfortunate waiting-in-liners as Troo looked at cupcake, upon cupcake, upon cupcake. Maybe I should have been less supportive.
“Troooo...” I whined and shifted my feet. I could hear the sighs by then, and I felt pity for them. They had to wait for hours... at a bakery... while the two teenage girls in front of them bought seven particular cupcakes.
Troo's head snapped towards me, her green eyes sharp and her ember hair falling out of her curly pony-tail. “Listen here, Jude, we are going to stay here until I find the right cupcakes!” she hissed and poked a finger into my chest. “Understood?”
“Yes, ma'am,” I replied, rubbing where she poked me. Troo had a sort of attitude problem and was easily aggressive, but that didn't really matter. What did matter was that she was violent. I was lucky to just get away with her poking me.
“Jude, did you bring money?”
I stuck my hand it my pocket and pulled out a twenty dollar bill. “Yes, Trooper, I did,” I answered, shoving the money in her face.
She slapped my arm, glaring at me icily. “Don't use that name!” she growled, paying for the cupcakes. She tucked her red hair behind her ears and put her hands on hips.
“Why? Don't you like your name, Trooper Susan Willows?” I sneered playfully.
“Do you like your name, Jude Mae Willows?”
I nodded with a smirk. I did like my name, no matter how odd it was. Troo didn't like her name like I did. She was named Trooper (a claimed boy name) and I was named Jude (not sure what gender). I think my parents (who we address as Thomas and Alexandra or Tom and Xandra) were very much in love with The Beatles and some band with band with a song that involved a trooper or the troops... maybe “When the Saints Come Marching In”? I'm not very sure. We never questioned our names.
Troo groaned. “Only you could be content with an odd name!” she muttered.
I picked up the seven cupcakes, skeptical. “Only you could have a cupcake for every day of the week,” I countered.
“Your days are numbered, Sally O'Malley,” she said in a serious voice.
I laughed. Troo and I were both obsessed with a book, Whistling In the Dark, by Leslie Kagen which included a character named Troo (her real name was Margaret) who was very similar to the Troo who I called my sister.
“'And little did I know she was right',” I quoted from the book.
Troo smiled, her dimples becoming very noticeable, as we walked out of the bakery. I yawned, trying my hardest not to raise my hand to my mouth to cover it, seeing as I had seven, apparently important, cupcakes in my hands. I knew I was tired, but it wasn't even noon yet. I had stayed up all night, anticipated a visit to the new arcade across the street from the bakery.
I stepped to the side of the road, Troo standing next to me. “So, Jude, you want to go play some games at the arcade?”
I looked at Troo and grimaced. “No, I want to go ahead and buy next week's cupcakes,” I snapped sarcastically.
I could hear the groans from inside the bakery and I couldn't help but laugh, and neither could Troo. “You are not coming back in here!” I heard a man shout back.
“Don't worry, I was just kidding!” I called.
“So, do you really want to go to the arcade? I'm ready to go home,” Troo grumbled, her freckles becoming more noticeable as the sun rose. I could hear her stomach growling and she was eying the cupcakes, her eyes glowing. I always wanted to say her eyes were translucent, but it was incorrect. They were such a faint green, they were almost impossible to see, but they weren't translucent—no matter how much I loved to say that word.
“Come on, Troo! I've been waiting ages for the arcade! Besides, I waited with you at the bakery. We all know that was a sacrifice!” I commented.
Troo pouted. “It was not a sacrifice...” she whispered to herself.
It was a sacrifice... I could have already been at the arcade or sleeping in or... something that would be more productive. Like buying cheese. Cheese was good. Much better than sugary cupcakes... They were gross.
“Regardless,” I began, “We are still going to the arcade. Want to know why? I said so. Want to know why? I want to. Want to know why—”
“You're stupid?” Troo interceded.
I scowled. “No,” I said icily. “It's awesome, that's why.” I glanced at the light. It was green. If I knew anything, it was that the light on this particular, peculiar street took for ever to change. You spend an hour just sitting and waiting for a green or red light. Oddly, yellow changed at a normal pace, which mad many people angry.
Troo looked at the light, too. I could her moan loud and clear. “C'mon,” she growled, grabbing my wrist.
I looked her, surprised. “What? You want to go? Now?” I was in disbelief. Surely she didn't want us to go across a very long road that was almost always busy and risk our lives. She had to have more since than that.
Troo glowered at me. “We are going across, yes. There aren't any cars heading our way, so why not? I don't feel like waiting a godforsaken hour!”
“But... what if—” I cut myself off. She was right. There wasn't a single car in sight and it didn't look like the light would be changing any time soon. Troo always had an instinct about danger, but mainly because she was the one who induced it. It was ensured, though, that I would regret this decision.
“Alright.”
And with that, me and Troo stumbled across the road. Troo first. She went slowly, as if she owned the world and we just pestered her, but she was so high and mighty that she would just be able to ignore you. Hmm... Interesting description. I really needed to get a life if I described my own sister walking across a street like that.
I went next, when Troo was on the sidewalk of the other side. I was a bit nervous and unsure, so I continued to check for cars. I didn't see a single one, so I relaxed. I still took it a step at a time, careful. I looked at my feet, then at the light, then at Troo, then to the road. Nothing changed. Nothing moved. The only sound was the rhythmic beat of my shoes stepping along the road.
Then I saw a glimmer of something. Something bronze, round, small, and worth one cent. A penny was right before my feet, and as I came close to stepping on it, I smiled and bent down to pick it up. I liked the cold metal and the unique pattern of the coin. I lifted myself up from leaning down and just stared at the penny with a goofy smile on my face. I thought about the certain Mr. Lincoln that was engraved on it, but it wasn't long until my puerile thoughts came to a quick stop.
“Jude!”
I looked at Troo. She looked horrified—petrified, almost. I was perplexed and then I heard it. The screeching sounds of brakes.
I looked to the side, the direction cars came. I knew immediately why Troo was so scared. A SUV was heading straight for me.
Everything slowed, but it was so close to me that I had no time to move, blink, or breath. All I could do during the time was observe.
I saw Troo looking at me and the car. I could hear her scream as it held within the short, but so very long, second that the time passed. I saw the light change to yellow. I could hear the chimes that were at the door of the bakery and saw someone coming out. I saw myself drop the penny and heard the clinging noise it made as it hit the pavement.
But that was all. Nothing more could be seen or heard. I couldn't process the driver or the car other than a blurred shape that was utterly inevitable.
It didn't take long for the car to hit, but it took an eternity at the same time. At first, I had no clue if it actually hit, but only that I felt pressure on my chest. It wasn't much, until everything sped up. As quickly as it slowed down, it quickened. The car hit me directly on my torso. I felt my ribs breaking, my lungs crushing, but no pain yet.
I had always thought that whenever a car hit me I would have my arms flung upon the hood and ride upon it until the car came to a stop. I was very wrong, for when the car hit me, I fell straight to the ground. I could feel my skull cracking with the impact, but still no pain.
There wasn't any pain for a few seconds. Everything seemed to pause and I still had my eyes open. I just stared at the sky—I tried to take a breath, and that was when the pain came crashing in on me. My head, my ribs, my lungs, my back, my legs, my arms, my body. Everything hurt. I could breath, and not because of the pain; my lungs had to be destroyed. I could doubt the damage, but the pain would make me believe.
I had never understood suicide, but all I wanted was to die. Be free from the pain.
[[It's only the first chapter of a story I'm write, and I wondering if it was any good, so rate it! Be honest.]]
Such as her cupcake fiasco. She had to buy seven cupcakes a week—one for every day—and they all have to be a certain kind. On the Sunday of the new week, Troo and I were out at Rosie's Bakery, Troo looking at cupcakes and me... being impatient. I could feel the cold stares of the poor, unfortunate waiting-in-liners as Troo looked at cupcake, upon cupcake, upon cupcake. Maybe I should have been less supportive.
“Troooo...” I whined and shifted my feet. I could hear the sighs by then, and I felt pity for them. They had to wait for hours... at a bakery... while the two teenage girls in front of them bought seven particular cupcakes.
Troo's head snapped towards me, her green eyes sharp and her ember hair falling out of her curly pony-tail. “Listen here, Jude, we are going to stay here until I find the right cupcakes!” she hissed and poked a finger into my chest. “Understood?”
“Yes, ma'am,” I replied, rubbing where she poked me. Troo had a sort of attitude problem and was easily aggressive, but that didn't really matter. What did matter was that she was violent. I was lucky to just get away with her poking me.
“Jude, did you bring money?”
I stuck my hand it my pocket and pulled out a twenty dollar bill. “Yes, Trooper, I did,” I answered, shoving the money in her face.
She slapped my arm, glaring at me icily. “Don't use that name!” she growled, paying for the cupcakes. She tucked her red hair behind her ears and put her hands on hips.
“Why? Don't you like your name, Trooper Susan Willows?” I sneered playfully.
“Do you like your name, Jude Mae Willows?”
I nodded with a smirk. I did like my name, no matter how odd it was. Troo didn't like her name like I did. She was named Trooper (a claimed boy name) and I was named Jude (not sure what gender). I think my parents (who we address as Thomas and Alexandra or Tom and Xandra) were very much in love with The Beatles and some band with band with a song that involved a trooper or the troops... maybe “When the Saints Come Marching In”? I'm not very sure. We never questioned our names.
Troo groaned. “Only you could be content with an odd name!” she muttered.
I picked up the seven cupcakes, skeptical. “Only you could have a cupcake for every day of the week,” I countered.
“Your days are numbered, Sally O'Malley,” she said in a serious voice.
I laughed. Troo and I were both obsessed with a book, Whistling In the Dark, by Leslie Kagen which included a character named Troo (her real name was Margaret) who was very similar to the Troo who I called my sister.
“'And little did I know she was right',” I quoted from the book.
Troo smiled, her dimples becoming very noticeable, as we walked out of the bakery. I yawned, trying my hardest not to raise my hand to my mouth to cover it, seeing as I had seven, apparently important, cupcakes in my hands. I knew I was tired, but it wasn't even noon yet. I had stayed up all night, anticipated a visit to the new arcade across the street from the bakery.
I stepped to the side of the road, Troo standing next to me. “So, Jude, you want to go play some games at the arcade?”
I looked at Troo and grimaced. “No, I want to go ahead and buy next week's cupcakes,” I snapped sarcastically.
I could hear the groans from inside the bakery and I couldn't help but laugh, and neither could Troo. “You are not coming back in here!” I heard a man shout back.
“Don't worry, I was just kidding!” I called.
“So, do you really want to go to the arcade? I'm ready to go home,” Troo grumbled, her freckles becoming more noticeable as the sun rose. I could hear her stomach growling and she was eying the cupcakes, her eyes glowing. I always wanted to say her eyes were translucent, but it was incorrect. They were such a faint green, they were almost impossible to see, but they weren't translucent—no matter how much I loved to say that word.
“Come on, Troo! I've been waiting ages for the arcade! Besides, I waited with you at the bakery. We all know that was a sacrifice!” I commented.
Troo pouted. “It was not a sacrifice...” she whispered to herself.
It was a sacrifice... I could have already been at the arcade or sleeping in or... something that would be more productive. Like buying cheese. Cheese was good. Much better than sugary cupcakes... They were gross.
“Regardless,” I began, “We are still going to the arcade. Want to know why? I said so. Want to know why? I want to. Want to know why—”
“You're stupid?” Troo interceded.
I scowled. “No,” I said icily. “It's awesome, that's why.” I glanced at the light. It was green. If I knew anything, it was that the light on this particular, peculiar street took for ever to change. You spend an hour just sitting and waiting for a green or red light. Oddly, yellow changed at a normal pace, which mad many people angry.
Troo looked at the light, too. I could her moan loud and clear. “C'mon,” she growled, grabbing my wrist.
I looked her, surprised. “What? You want to go? Now?” I was in disbelief. Surely she didn't want us to go across a very long road that was almost always busy and risk our lives. She had to have more since than that.
Troo glowered at me. “We are going across, yes. There aren't any cars heading our way, so why not? I don't feel like waiting a godforsaken hour!”
“But... what if—” I cut myself off. She was right. There wasn't a single car in sight and it didn't look like the light would be changing any time soon. Troo always had an instinct about danger, but mainly because she was the one who induced it. It was ensured, though, that I would regret this decision.
“Alright.”
And with that, me and Troo stumbled across the road. Troo first. She went slowly, as if she owned the world and we just pestered her, but she was so high and mighty that she would just be able to ignore you. Hmm... Interesting description. I really needed to get a life if I described my own sister walking across a street like that.
I went next, when Troo was on the sidewalk of the other side. I was a bit nervous and unsure, so I continued to check for cars. I didn't see a single one, so I relaxed. I still took it a step at a time, careful. I looked at my feet, then at the light, then at Troo, then to the road. Nothing changed. Nothing moved. The only sound was the rhythmic beat of my shoes stepping along the road.
Then I saw a glimmer of something. Something bronze, round, small, and worth one cent. A penny was right before my feet, and as I came close to stepping on it, I smiled and bent down to pick it up. I liked the cold metal and the unique pattern of the coin. I lifted myself up from leaning down and just stared at the penny with a goofy smile on my face. I thought about the certain Mr. Lincoln that was engraved on it, but it wasn't long until my puerile thoughts came to a quick stop.
“Jude!”
I looked at Troo. She looked horrified—petrified, almost. I was perplexed and then I heard it. The screeching sounds of brakes.
I looked to the side, the direction cars came. I knew immediately why Troo was so scared. A SUV was heading straight for me.
Everything slowed, but it was so close to me that I had no time to move, blink, or breath. All I could do during the time was observe.
I saw Troo looking at me and the car. I could hear her scream as it held within the short, but so very long, second that the time passed. I saw the light change to yellow. I could hear the chimes that were at the door of the bakery and saw someone coming out. I saw myself drop the penny and heard the clinging noise it made as it hit the pavement.
But that was all. Nothing more could be seen or heard. I couldn't process the driver or the car other than a blurred shape that was utterly inevitable.
It didn't take long for the car to hit, but it took an eternity at the same time. At first, I had no clue if it actually hit, but only that I felt pressure on my chest. It wasn't much, until everything sped up. As quickly as it slowed down, it quickened. The car hit me directly on my torso. I felt my ribs breaking, my lungs crushing, but no pain yet.
I had always thought that whenever a car hit me I would have my arms flung upon the hood and ride upon it until the car came to a stop. I was very wrong, for when the car hit me, I fell straight to the ground. I could feel my skull cracking with the impact, but still no pain.
There wasn't any pain for a few seconds. Everything seemed to pause and I still had my eyes open. I just stared at the sky—I tried to take a breath, and that was when the pain came crashing in on me. My head, my ribs, my lungs, my back, my legs, my arms, my body. Everything hurt. I could breath, and not because of the pain; my lungs had to be destroyed. I could doubt the damage, but the pain would make me believe.
I had never understood suicide, but all I wanted was to die. Be free from the pain.
[[It's only the first chapter of a story I'm write, and I wondering if it was any good, so rate it! Be honest.]]