'Beth' by Glee Cast gently floats around the room. Although the song may be sad, on this day it brings good spirits. As much as I miss Bethie, I'm not going to be depressed on her birthday, definitely NOT! I have to be happy and smile. No matter what happened between Peter and I. No matter that we're.. over. I won't get choked up. Feel free to stop me if I do.
Later that day, I half-skip outside and all the way into town where a Canada Post office was located inside of Shopper's Drug Mart. I lick the flap of Bethie's parcel and smooth it downwards. I am quite satisfied with Bethie's gift. Every sister has contributed. A card here, a poem there, a painting, a pocket purse.. Hopefully she'll enjoy it, I say to myself. But I know she will.
'Oh Beth, what can I do?' I hum to myself. 'Beth, I know you're lonely..'
I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. It's a text from Erin:
"sonny, i know you're sentimental and all but get your ass back home so we can get this skype thing over with. kirsten might piss herself if you don't hurry up."
I used to laugh at these texts from Erin, but I'd gotten used to them. They were still quirky enough to make me smile in spite of everything, though. On Erin's command, I march home and into the living room. Kirsten and Elizabeth are squat in front of the desktop computer, with the remainder of my sisters waiting patiently behind.
"But what does this little button mean?" Kirsten points at the screen.
"Kirsten," Elizabeth huffs, "That's the iTunes logo. Can't you tell? It has a music note on it!"
"Elizabeth," Felicity warns, "It's not Kirsten's fault."
There they are. My typical, cheery sisters. Notice my use of sarcasm, hem hem.
"Hey guys." I let them know I'm there.
Kirsten turns on her heels. "Oh, Sonali! We need you. If this Skype mission-thing is going ahead as planned, you're in control. Go on." She pushes me in front of the computer and gestures to the keyboard as it's some odd alienated item.
I am quick to press the Skype button and it loads up in no time. I press "Bethie" and then "Video Call". The Skype custom ringing plays. I wait, my stomach balled up in nerves and anxiety.
The computer makes a sound like a bubble being popped and suddenly, Bethie and Gracelynne are filling up the computer screen. They wave and their faces split into ear-to-ear grins. For Gracelynne, she's seeing a twin that she hasn't seen in forever. And for Bethie, it's seeing.. me.
"Bethieeeee!! Ahhh!" I wipe a happy tear away before it can roll down my cheek.
I wish dearly that the Skype conversation could have lasted eons and eons of days, but Kit finally came forth and literally dragged Erin and I out of the room. It was the first day in a long time that I felt truly happy, and special. As if I could do something worthwhile and be who I want to be. Peter didn't matter. Well, at least he won't until I wake up tomorrow and remember the horrible things he said.
For once, I was HAPPY.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BETHIE!
-Sonali
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Saturday, September 24, 2011
The New Guy In Town
Peter flies home from California and welcomes Sonali into his loving arms.
Everyone claps and smiles as Sonali and Peter embrace.
And they all live happily ever after in a big house with gingerbread trim and a garden full of cute little gnomes and flowers.
Just kidding.
Nothing ever happens like that.
Following Julia's announcemount of Peter's return, my mind remained surprisingly alert. I sat in silence, contemplating my choices. I could either:
a) Run to Peter's house and fall on my knees begging for forgiveness
b) Wait for him to come to me
c) Forget him
After due consideration, I decided upon Choice A: He's the one that deserved an apology, not me!
Before I could change my own mind, I wrapped myself in a scarf and pea coat. I flew out the front door and down the steps, past the neighbors garden, down the street, past another street, and then ANOTHER street.. past Annabeth's street.. finally, Peter's street. My stomach was churning but I couldn't back down now. I came to a halt outside of Peter's house. Wait, was this even Peter's house? I shook my head in confusion. The house appeared familiar, and the house number was correct. But the paint and trim were different colors from last time.. I shrugged my shoulders and rung the doorbell urgently.
I waited in dead silence until the door slowly wedged open. Peter!
But the face in the door did not belong to Peter, his mother, his father, or any of his sisters or brothers. The face in the door belonged to a stranger. An old woman hobbling on a cane. Panic set in.
"Uhm", I gasped, "Wrong house! I'm so sorry!"
And before the old woman could reply or even grunt, I ran off.
Where else could he be?
Annabeth's?
Bridget's?
Bridget's boyfriend's?
An inn?
Right. His aunt owned the local inn!
I set my feet in the right direction, and off I went. Past more groups of houses. McDonald's. KFC. The mall. The corner store. More houses. Tim Horton's. Keep moving, I told myself, you're almost there.
I arrived at my destination. A bright sign on the side of the house-like building read "Captain's Inn". I didn't hesitate. I burst into the lobby. A woman that resembled Peter's mother in many ways smiled at me from behind the desk. I took the time to smile back before turning in to the Inn Restaurant.
So cliche, I thought, it's like I'm living in a romance movie.
Of course, there was Peter. Sitting at the table next to the window, accompanied by two brothers. The ghost of a smile was etched upon his face.
My heart wasn't stopping or even skipping a beat. It didn't even gain pace. It just kept beating. I was quite calm and at peace, standing there looking at Peter.
I approached the table.
"Hi."
-Sonali
Everyone claps and smiles as Sonali and Peter embrace.
And they all live happily ever after in a big house with gingerbread trim and a garden full of cute little gnomes and flowers.
Just kidding.
Nothing ever happens like that.
Following Julia's announcemount of Peter's return, my mind remained surprisingly alert. I sat in silence, contemplating my choices. I could either:
a) Run to Peter's house and fall on my knees begging for forgiveness
b) Wait for him to come to me
c) Forget him
After due consideration, I decided upon Choice A: He's the one that deserved an apology, not me!
Before I could change my own mind, I wrapped myself in a scarf and pea coat. I flew out the front door and down the steps, past the neighbors garden, down the street, past another street, and then ANOTHER street.. past Annabeth's street.. finally, Peter's street. My stomach was churning but I couldn't back down now. I came to a halt outside of Peter's house. Wait, was this even Peter's house? I shook my head in confusion. The house appeared familiar, and the house number was correct. But the paint and trim were different colors from last time.. I shrugged my shoulders and rung the doorbell urgently.
I waited in dead silence until the door slowly wedged open. Peter!
But the face in the door did not belong to Peter, his mother, his father, or any of his sisters or brothers. The face in the door belonged to a stranger. An old woman hobbling on a cane. Panic set in.
"Uhm", I gasped, "Wrong house! I'm so sorry!"
And before the old woman could reply or even grunt, I ran off.
Where else could he be?
Annabeth's?
Bridget's?
Bridget's boyfriend's?
An inn?
Right. His aunt owned the local inn!
I set my feet in the right direction, and off I went. Past more groups of houses. McDonald's. KFC. The mall. The corner store. More houses. Tim Horton's. Keep moving, I told myself, you're almost there.
I arrived at my destination. A bright sign on the side of the house-like building read "Captain's Inn". I didn't hesitate. I burst into the lobby. A woman that resembled Peter's mother in many ways smiled at me from behind the desk. I took the time to smile back before turning in to the Inn Restaurant.
So cliche, I thought, it's like I'm living in a romance movie.
Of course, there was Peter. Sitting at the table next to the window, accompanied by two brothers. The ghost of a smile was etched upon his face.
My heart wasn't stopping or even skipping a beat. It didn't even gain pace. It just kept beating. I was quite calm and at peace, standing there looking at Peter.
I approached the table.
"Hi."
-Sonali
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
The Homework Table
Crisp but gentle autumn air rolls through the open window and chills our bare arms. Gathered round the kitchen table, nine sisters race to finish their homework. Kirsten sits at one end and Ruthie at the other. On the other two sides, seating is arranged by age. Next to Kirsten is Julia, then Elizabeth and Felicity. Over next to Ruthie is Kit, then Chrissa, myself, and Erin.
I have a hard time concentrating on square roots and equations. Erin nudges me and whispers, "Have you called Peter yet?"
I indicate no with the ever-so-slightest shift of my head.
Erin frowns, and Chrissa breaks the silence by loudly asking Kirsten whether you spell you're with or without an apostrophe.
My brain groans as I think of the pile of homework beckoning me to finish it after I finish math. I HATE square roots. They appear useless to me. I would much rather be up in my room, enjoying the solitude and peace. But as family homework sessions are mandatory in this house, I sit through them politely as to not hurt Ruthie's feelings. Ruthie did come up with the idea, after all.
A month had passed since Erin sent the un-necessary phone call to Peter. He had moved to California two weeks after. I wouldn't have noticed he was gone if it weren't for Annabeth, texting me every day to taunt me. The absence of Peter's calls weighed a burden on my shoulders. I had taken for granted that he would not give up on me. What if he has? What if he's pressing his lips upon a sunbleached Cali girl's at this very moment? The thought haunted me.
Many of my sisters turn to the open kitchen window and sigh. Half of us would die to be outside on the tree swings, or watering the last flowers of the summer. Ruthie realizes this and sends us all outside with a wave of her hand. "Yipee!"'s and "Woooohoooo!"'s are shared around the table. Chairs screech as they are pushed back and the side door clicks open as everyone bounces outside to enjoy the fresh air.
There are now only two people left in the kitchen. Myself and Julia. I silently get up from my chair and open the fridge to find a bottle of Vitamin Water. Julia follows me with her grey eyes that so similarly resemble the grey rain that falls in spring.
"You're wallowing." She accuses me.
I turn from the fridge so quickly that I hear a snap in my neck. Ignoring it, I taunt back, "How would you know? You're gone out too much to care."
Julia rolls her eyes. "Honestly, Sonali? You pity yourself too much."
I feel a million retorts building up in my brain. I'm full to the brim with indignation and hurt. But instead of slamming Julia with an insult, I slump back down in my chair and sigh.
"Never hurts to admit it." Julia murmurs, with a look of smug amusement on her face.
"I'd rather not, thanks. If you're just here to make fun of me, don't waste your time." I refuse to meet Julia's eyes. I just squint hard at the label of my Vitamin Water.
"Fine." Julia pushes her chair back from the table and picks up her binder with obvious carelessness. "Just know that Peter is on a plane home right now."
-Sonali
I have a hard time concentrating on square roots and equations. Erin nudges me and whispers, "Have you called Peter yet?"
I indicate no with the ever-so-slightest shift of my head.
Erin frowns, and Chrissa breaks the silence by loudly asking Kirsten whether you spell you're with or without an apostrophe.
My brain groans as I think of the pile of homework beckoning me to finish it after I finish math. I HATE square roots. They appear useless to me. I would much rather be up in my room, enjoying the solitude and peace. But as family homework sessions are mandatory in this house, I sit through them politely as to not hurt Ruthie's feelings. Ruthie did come up with the idea, after all.
A month had passed since Erin sent the un-necessary phone call to Peter. He had moved to California two weeks after. I wouldn't have noticed he was gone if it weren't for Annabeth, texting me every day to taunt me. The absence of Peter's calls weighed a burden on my shoulders. I had taken for granted that he would not give up on me. What if he has? What if he's pressing his lips upon a sunbleached Cali girl's at this very moment? The thought haunted me.
Many of my sisters turn to the open kitchen window and sigh. Half of us would die to be outside on the tree swings, or watering the last flowers of the summer. Ruthie realizes this and sends us all outside with a wave of her hand. "Yipee!"'s and "Woooohoooo!"'s are shared around the table. Chairs screech as they are pushed back and the side door clicks open as everyone bounces outside to enjoy the fresh air.
There are now only two people left in the kitchen. Myself and Julia. I silently get up from my chair and open the fridge to find a bottle of Vitamin Water. Julia follows me with her grey eyes that so similarly resemble the grey rain that falls in spring.
"You're wallowing." She accuses me.
I turn from the fridge so quickly that I hear a snap in my neck. Ignoring it, I taunt back, "How would you know? You're gone out too much to care."
Julia rolls her eyes. "Honestly, Sonali? You pity yourself too much."
I feel a million retorts building up in my brain. I'm full to the brim with indignation and hurt. But instead of slamming Julia with an insult, I slump back down in my chair and sigh.
"Never hurts to admit it." Julia murmurs, with a look of smug amusement on her face.
"I'd rather not, thanks. If you're just here to make fun of me, don't waste your time." I refuse to meet Julia's eyes. I just squint hard at the label of my Vitamin Water.
"Fine." Julia pushes her chair back from the table and picks up her binder with obvious carelessness. "Just know that Peter is on a plane home right now."
-Sonali
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Where do I begin?
The amount of missed calls and voicemails from Peter was beginning to pile up.
I sat opposite Erin on the foot of my bed. A numerous bunch of junk food wrappers lay between us. I held a slice of hawaiian pizza in my hand. I hadn't bothered to put on mascara in the past few days, I knew it would only just go runny.
The TV that had been moved into my room sat in the corner. Erin picked up the remote and flicked the channel to Wipeout Canada.
"Hey, Sonny? How much money would you pay me if I went on this show?" Erin poked me with her chocolate covered pretzel.
I shrugged. "Um.. A lot?"
"Pshh," Erin huffed, "I would need at least your work salary for the next year."
I sighed. "Erin, I don't have a job."
Erin made a gesture with her hand to suggest that she didn't care. "Get one, then." I watched with my eyes glazed over as Erin's hand dove back into the chocolatey pretzel bag.
I turned my head to the TV. Wipeout Canada was still playing. I kept my eyes glued as an older woman, possibly a mother, slipped off of a big red bouncy ball and bellyflopped into the water below. I winced. Wipeout Canada began to bore me as more and more people fell into the water.
My thoughts resembled a whirlwind inside my brain. I was a million miles away from Erin, Wipeout Canada, and all the un-comforting junk food that I was always eating. I felt a muffled jab in the side of my ribcage. I jerked back to the present, only to find Erin yelling at me.
"SONALI BETH! SO-NAAAAL-EE!" Erin stood up and started bouncing on the bed, causing me to tip over, before she realized that I was paying attention.
"Oh." She came to a halt and slowly folded her legs beneath her once more.
"Erin.." I paused. I wanted to tell her. She was the closest person I had. "Did you know that Peter is moving away?" My voice sounded unfamiliar and distant, even to myself.
Erin's mouth dropped. "WAIT UP. You're telling me that... Peter has the balls to get his things and MOVE?"
I shook my head, "Erin, it's not his fault.. If you could just list--" But it was too late.
Erin had already bounced off the bed and was dialing his number from my cell. I could only imagine how horrified I looked at the moment. "ERIN NO!"
Erin only held up her hand to shush me. There was 10 seconds of silence so slow that I could barely take it. But finally, Erin began to talk into the receiver. Well, not so much talking, more like yelling. I couldn't here Peter's side of the conversation, but Erin's side sounded something like this:
"Peter?"
"You are an unimaginable bastard."
"Don't 'please' me, Peter, you need to be nicer to my sister. If I hear more about you 'moving' away, you know what I'll do."
Erin slammed the cellphone shut.
"All better." Erin smiled.
But I had a vague feeling in my stomach that nothing was better at all.
-Sonny
I sat opposite Erin on the foot of my bed. A numerous bunch of junk food wrappers lay between us. I held a slice of hawaiian pizza in my hand. I hadn't bothered to put on mascara in the past few days, I knew it would only just go runny.
The TV that had been moved into my room sat in the corner. Erin picked up the remote and flicked the channel to Wipeout Canada.
"Hey, Sonny? How much money would you pay me if I went on this show?" Erin poked me with her chocolate covered pretzel.
I shrugged. "Um.. A lot?"
"Pshh," Erin huffed, "I would need at least your work salary for the next year."
I sighed. "Erin, I don't have a job."
Erin made a gesture with her hand to suggest that she didn't care. "Get one, then." I watched with my eyes glazed over as Erin's hand dove back into the chocolatey pretzel bag.
I turned my head to the TV. Wipeout Canada was still playing. I kept my eyes glued as an older woman, possibly a mother, slipped off of a big red bouncy ball and bellyflopped into the water below. I winced. Wipeout Canada began to bore me as more and more people fell into the water.
My thoughts resembled a whirlwind inside my brain. I was a million miles away from Erin, Wipeout Canada, and all the un-comforting junk food that I was always eating. I felt a muffled jab in the side of my ribcage. I jerked back to the present, only to find Erin yelling at me.
"SONALI BETH! SO-NAAAAL-EE!" Erin stood up and started bouncing on the bed, causing me to tip over, before she realized that I was paying attention.
"Oh." She came to a halt and slowly folded her legs beneath her once more.
"Erin.." I paused. I wanted to tell her. She was the closest person I had. "Did you know that Peter is moving away?" My voice sounded unfamiliar and distant, even to myself.
Erin's mouth dropped. "WAIT UP. You're telling me that... Peter has the balls to get his things and MOVE?"
I shook my head, "Erin, it's not his fault.. If you could just list--" But it was too late.
Erin had already bounced off the bed and was dialing his number from my cell. I could only imagine how horrified I looked at the moment. "ERIN NO!"
Erin only held up her hand to shush me. There was 10 seconds of silence so slow that I could barely take it. But finally, Erin began to talk into the receiver. Well, not so much talking, more like yelling. I couldn't here Peter's side of the conversation, but Erin's side sounded something like this:
"Peter?"
"You are an unimaginable bastard."
"Don't 'please' me, Peter, you need to be nicer to my sister. If I hear more about you 'moving' away, you know what I'll do."
Erin slammed the cellphone shut.
"All better." Erin smiled.
But I had a vague feeling in my stomach that nothing was better at all.
-Sonny
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
If This Was A Movie
My eyes slowly opened. Golden morning sunlight filtered through the curtains and splattered it's light over the contents of the room. My arms turned up in a stretch. Memories as golden as the sunshine replayed in my head. Memories of yesterday, spent at the Water Park with some of my closest friends. Splashing water at Peter. Being soaking wet. Going down the water slide two at a time. Buying a mocha flavoured ice cream afterward, paid by the lovely gentleman Peter.
Although, there was a bit of a sour aftertaste to the memories of yesterday, but I couldn't remember why. There was something about Peter.. Yes, something was off about him. The bad parts of yesterday came back to me. I remembered Peter furrowing his brow in worry when Bridget spoke of Glee Club this fall. He also had a distant look in his eyes the whole day.. I could see clearly that something was bothering him, but I didn't take the time to ask why. Why didn't I ask him? I was a really bad girlfriend, wasn't I?
I flopped back down on my pillow. Glancing at the alarm clock, it was 11:06 a.m.. Great.
Good memories gone bitter, I struggled out of bed and replaced my puppy pajamas with denim shorts, a white tank, and a striped cardigan. The sunny morning became bleak. Hopping down the stairs, I arrived at the kitchen. Yelps of laughter and sounds of playing came from the side yard. Sitting down to the clean and deserted table, I dug in to a cold plate of pancakes placed at the head of the table for me.
After the plate was empty, without further thought I pulled my phone out of my pocket and texted Peter immediately.
"What's wrong? Txt me back plz"
15 long minutes of waiting later, a text came back from Peter.
"I'm on the way"
I was slightly disturbed that Peter would come over so abruptly. It was definitely out of the ordinary. Shunning myself that I was being paranoid, I brushed off the thought and waited on the couch, deep in thought, for Peter to ring the doorbell.
The ringing of the doorbell eventually came, and I had never ran so fast in my life to open the door.
The awkward silence that came afterwards was.. well, awkward.
"Hi." I began the conversation in an odd tone.
"Hey there.." Peter took my arm gently and pulled my out onto the step. "Sonny, I REALLLLY need to tell you something. And it's kind of weird, and unexpected, and you might be mad at me when I tell you. So just take heed."
I nodded, looking up at him. I bit my lip in frustration and impatience as he paused.
"Well.. My Mom.. uh.. God, Nali I HATE saying this but.. we're moving to.. Cali."
I felt like I had just stepped right into the climax of an awful cheesy romance flick. Words were stuck in my throat and I couldn't force them out. My mind was whirring. I didn't know what to think. Thoughts were flying past me. First, images of Peter dancing with un-naturally tanned, bleach blonde party-hard-till-we're-too-drunk-to-stand girls, and I almost puked. And then those images vanished as I thought of how boring school, Glee Club- heck, LIFE would be boring without Peter.
First Bethie had to go. And then Peter appeared in my life, and I had some sort of sanctuary to go to, when I felt like there was no one left. Peter was the sanctuary. He was the only resort I had. Bridget was there, of course. But I can't tell her everything. She'll never get it. Peter knows it all. Bethie, my sisters, the Factory, everything. Over the past few months we had grown so, so so close.
"Sonali?" Peter eyed me cautiously.
I glanced up at his eyes. They were tear-ridden, completely dry. I felt the tears running down my own cheeks, and I was infuriated.
I tore my arm from Peter's soft hand. He winced.
"I have to go." The words jabbed at me as I spoke them.
...My life is TOO much like a movie.
-Sonny
Although, there was a bit of a sour aftertaste to the memories of yesterday, but I couldn't remember why. There was something about Peter.. Yes, something was off about him. The bad parts of yesterday came back to me. I remembered Peter furrowing his brow in worry when Bridget spoke of Glee Club this fall. He also had a distant look in his eyes the whole day.. I could see clearly that something was bothering him, but I didn't take the time to ask why. Why didn't I ask him? I was a really bad girlfriend, wasn't I?
I flopped back down on my pillow. Glancing at the alarm clock, it was 11:06 a.m.. Great.
Good memories gone bitter, I struggled out of bed and replaced my puppy pajamas with denim shorts, a white tank, and a striped cardigan. The sunny morning became bleak. Hopping down the stairs, I arrived at the kitchen. Yelps of laughter and sounds of playing came from the side yard. Sitting down to the clean and deserted table, I dug in to a cold plate of pancakes placed at the head of the table for me.
After the plate was empty, without further thought I pulled my phone out of my pocket and texted Peter immediately.
"What's wrong? Txt me back plz"
15 long minutes of waiting later, a text came back from Peter.
"I'm on the way"
I was slightly disturbed that Peter would come over so abruptly. It was definitely out of the ordinary. Shunning myself that I was being paranoid, I brushed off the thought and waited on the couch, deep in thought, for Peter to ring the doorbell.
The ringing of the doorbell eventually came, and I had never ran so fast in my life to open the door.
The awkward silence that came afterwards was.. well, awkward.
"Hi." I began the conversation in an odd tone.
"Hey there.." Peter took my arm gently and pulled my out onto the step. "Sonny, I REALLLLY need to tell you something. And it's kind of weird, and unexpected, and you might be mad at me when I tell you. So just take heed."
I nodded, looking up at him. I bit my lip in frustration and impatience as he paused.
"Well.. My Mom.. uh.. God, Nali I HATE saying this but.. we're moving to.. Cali."
I felt like I had just stepped right into the climax of an awful cheesy romance flick. Words were stuck in my throat and I couldn't force them out. My mind was whirring. I didn't know what to think. Thoughts were flying past me. First, images of Peter dancing with un-naturally tanned, bleach blonde party-hard-till-we're-too-drunk-to-stand girls, and I almost puked. And then those images vanished as I thought of how boring school, Glee Club- heck, LIFE would be boring without Peter.
First Bethie had to go. And then Peter appeared in my life, and I had some sort of sanctuary to go to, when I felt like there was no one left. Peter was the sanctuary. He was the only resort I had. Bridget was there, of course. But I can't tell her everything. She'll never get it. Peter knows it all. Bethie, my sisters, the Factory, everything. Over the past few months we had grown so, so so close.
"Sonali?" Peter eyed me cautiously.
I glanced up at his eyes. They were tear-ridden, completely dry. I felt the tears running down my own cheeks, and I was infuriated.
I tore my arm from Peter's soft hand. He winced.
"I have to go." The words jabbed at me as I spoke them.
...My life is TOO much like a movie.
-Sonny
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Ahhh. It's summer.
I sat at the desk and smiled as I begun to scribble the first few words upon a piece of looseleaf paper.
Dear Bethie, it read.
I'm doing grea--
My slow scrawlings were interrupted by a knock at the door. I sighed. "Come in!" I stuffed the started letter into a desk drawer in record time before the door opened and the visitor entered. Kirsten shuffled in, her sprained leg bothering her (A few days previous, Kirsten had injured her leg from a fall on the stairs. She had been hurrying upstairs to stop Kit from shoving all the Pixy Stix in her mouth that she could yet AGAIN, when the fall had occured).
"Kirsten! Whats up?" I sprung to my feet.
"Erm, yeah, you appear to have a visitor waiting downstai-" Kirsten's announcement trailed off as my friend Bridget walked through the threshold and smiled ear-to-ear.
Kirsten shook her head, "Well, I guess she's not downstairs anymore.."
I laughed.
"Take it easy, Kirsten." I said quickly before becoming entangled in a famous Bridget hug. Kirsten edged her way out of the room and back to the Kitchen. I focused my attention on Bridget. She was happy and healthy. Her honey-caramel layers framed a glowing face, tanned by the rays of the sun. I noticed that her eyes looked a whole lot like the color of a ripe blueberry in summertime.
"Did you get my text?" Bridget asked eagerly.
I hit my palm against my forehead. "Ah, no! I left it at Peter's this morning."
Bridget winked and nudged my shoulder. "At Peter's, eh? Eh?" She had a naughty look in her eyes.
"SHUT UP!" I slapped her shoulder playfully.
"Anyways" Bridget continued, "We want to go to the local water park. All of us. Y'know, the gang. So you better come with us, missy!" She laughed. "Peter, my man, Violet, Penny.." Bridget listed off a bunch of names that sounded familiar. "Let's go!"
"Uhh.." I glanced back at my desk. I felt the presence of the unfinished letter to Bethie, waiting in the righthand desk drawer for me to presume writing. But the water park was calling to me in the back of my mind. It was a hot, sticky day, I thought. The water park would cool me down. My bedside window was propped open with a painted rock. It was summer. I could go where I wanted. It wasn't as if I couldn't finish the letter when I got home, right?
I gave Bridget a smile. "Sure! Let's get going, Bridgie! Better not keep them waiting."
Bridget drew me into another hug. "Yaaaaay! I knew you would!"
I stuffed my striped bikini into the Aeropostale bag I was borrowing from Julia, along with my sunglasses, sunscreen, a few bucks, and my iPod.
As Bridget and I bustled out the door, I relaxed my tense shoulders and thought,
Ahhh. It's summer.
-Sonali
Dear Bethie, it read.
I'm doing grea--
My slow scrawlings were interrupted by a knock at the door. I sighed. "Come in!" I stuffed the started letter into a desk drawer in record time before the door opened and the visitor entered. Kirsten shuffled in, her sprained leg bothering her (A few days previous, Kirsten had injured her leg from a fall on the stairs. She had been hurrying upstairs to stop Kit from shoving all the Pixy Stix in her mouth that she could yet AGAIN, when the fall had occured).
"Kirsten! Whats up?" I sprung to my feet.
"Erm, yeah, you appear to have a visitor waiting downstai-" Kirsten's announcement trailed off as my friend Bridget walked through the threshold and smiled ear-to-ear.
Kirsten shook her head, "Well, I guess she's not downstairs anymore.."
I laughed.
"Take it easy, Kirsten." I said quickly before becoming entangled in a famous Bridget hug. Kirsten edged her way out of the room and back to the Kitchen. I focused my attention on Bridget. She was happy and healthy. Her honey-caramel layers framed a glowing face, tanned by the rays of the sun. I noticed that her eyes looked a whole lot like the color of a ripe blueberry in summertime.
"Did you get my text?" Bridget asked eagerly.
I hit my palm against my forehead. "Ah, no! I left it at Peter's this morning."
Bridget winked and nudged my shoulder. "At Peter's, eh? Eh?" She had a naughty look in her eyes.
"SHUT UP!" I slapped her shoulder playfully.
"Anyways" Bridget continued, "We want to go to the local water park. All of us. Y'know, the gang. So you better come with us, missy!" She laughed. "Peter, my man, Violet, Penny.." Bridget listed off a bunch of names that sounded familiar. "Let's go!"
"Uhh.." I glanced back at my desk. I felt the presence of the unfinished letter to Bethie, waiting in the righthand desk drawer for me to presume writing. But the water park was calling to me in the back of my mind. It was a hot, sticky day, I thought. The water park would cool me down. My bedside window was propped open with a painted rock. It was summer. I could go where I wanted. It wasn't as if I couldn't finish the letter when I got home, right?
I gave Bridget a smile. "Sure! Let's get going, Bridgie! Better not keep them waiting."
Bridget drew me into another hug. "Yaaaaay! I knew you would!"
I stuffed my striped bikini into the Aeropostale bag I was borrowing from Julia, along with my sunglasses, sunscreen, a few bucks, and my iPod.
As Bridget and I bustled out the door, I relaxed my tense shoulders and thought,
Ahhh. It's summer.
-Sonali
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Freak Out
I gulped. Kirsten and I sat facing each other, yet feet apart. The living room was eerily quiet.
"So?" Kirsten barked, her lips set in a tight line.
"Annabeth did-- EVERYTHING. Everything a teenage girl is capable of, and even more!" I began speaking with a calm tone, but halfway through the sentence I started to yell.
"Hush." Kirsten narrowed her eyes. "How am I supposed to believe that? Explain."
I quickly stifled a laugh as I realized how much Kirsten sounded like a homework question from one of my school textbooks.
"Don't you dare laugh. I'm waiting." Kirsten continued, tapping her foot.
I took a deep breath, and then began.
"It kindof started when I joined public school. Annabeth was my friend. She was nice, and kind.. She was all of the stuff that you expect a best friend to be, y'know?" I told Kirsten, "But then the mean texts started coming. The blackmail. The hate. It really hurt. Annabeth was a bully. And there's this guy.." My voice faltered over the mention of Peter. How was I supposed to tell Kirsten? But I went on to tell Kirsten everything-- how Annabeth dated Peter, and he never really liked her. How Annabeth gave me the fake Valentine, how she "spilled" nail polish on my laptop, and also how she was about to beat up two of our sisters. Kirsten gazed at me, rapt. My hands shook. Once I had finished speaking, I stood up and marched silently to my bedroom. The kind, green walls of my bedroom had never looked so great. My Glee poster on the door was a sight for sore eyes. Walking across the room, I reached out to turn on my iPod Dock and the energy-filled beats of Freak Out by Avril Lavigne filled the air. I shuffled around the floor, trying to dance. "Freak out!" I yelled gleefully, waving my hands in the air.
Suddenly, my phone vibrated in my pocket.
I flipped it open and smiled at the sight of a New Message from Peter.
"Incoming call :-)", the text read.
Almost as soon as I had finished reading, the phone rang. I picked it up and said hello. It was Peter. My heart started to beat ten times faster.
"Hey!" Peter said. I could almost see him smiling in my mind.
"Whats up?" I answered cheerfully.
"Wait, but first-- What about Annabeth?" He questioned.
I paused for a minute.
Memories of Annabeth's tauntings whirled through my mind as quickly as microseconds. I breathed in and smiled.
"Annabeth is just great." I laughed, with a heavy dose of sarcasm.
Peter laughed back.
Everrrrrrything is just, great.
-Sonali
"So?" Kirsten barked, her lips set in a tight line.
"Annabeth did-- EVERYTHING. Everything a teenage girl is capable of, and even more!" I began speaking with a calm tone, but halfway through the sentence I started to yell.
"Hush." Kirsten narrowed her eyes. "How am I supposed to believe that? Explain."
I quickly stifled a laugh as I realized how much Kirsten sounded like a homework question from one of my school textbooks.
"Don't you dare laugh. I'm waiting." Kirsten continued, tapping her foot.
I took a deep breath, and then began.
"It kindof started when I joined public school. Annabeth was my friend. She was nice, and kind.. She was all of the stuff that you expect a best friend to be, y'know?" I told Kirsten, "But then the mean texts started coming. The blackmail. The hate. It really hurt. Annabeth was a bully. And there's this guy.." My voice faltered over the mention of Peter. How was I supposed to tell Kirsten? But I went on to tell Kirsten everything-- how Annabeth dated Peter, and he never really liked her. How Annabeth gave me the fake Valentine, how she "spilled" nail polish on my laptop, and also how she was about to beat up two of our sisters. Kirsten gazed at me, rapt. My hands shook. Once I had finished speaking, I stood up and marched silently to my bedroom. The kind, green walls of my bedroom had never looked so great. My Glee poster on the door was a sight for sore eyes. Walking across the room, I reached out to turn on my iPod Dock and the energy-filled beats of Freak Out by Avril Lavigne filled the air. I shuffled around the floor, trying to dance. "Freak out!" I yelled gleefully, waving my hands in the air.
Suddenly, my phone vibrated in my pocket.
I flipped it open and smiled at the sight of a New Message from Peter.
"Incoming call :-)", the text read.
Almost as soon as I had finished reading, the phone rang. I picked it up and said hello. It was Peter. My heart started to beat ten times faster.
"Hey!" Peter said. I could almost see him smiling in my mind.
"Whats up?" I answered cheerfully.
"Wait, but first-- What about Annabeth?" He questioned.
I paused for a minute.
Memories of Annabeth's tauntings whirled through my mind as quickly as microseconds. I breathed in and smiled.
"Annabeth is just great." I laughed, with a heavy dose of sarcasm.
Peter laughed back.
Everrrrrrything is just, great.
-Sonali
Sunday, May 1, 2011
All Falls Down
Annabeth's house was deathly silent.
I sat in an olive green chair in the middle of the living room. The big clock on the wall slowly ticked -- honestly, it was starting to freak me out.
My cellphone started vibrating violently from my jeans pocket. I pulled it out and pressed "Ok". Suddenly, my ear was blasted off by the sound of Kirsten yelling in my ear. Not literally.
"SONALI BETH LYNNE MATTHEWS!" Kirsten's voice pounded from the cellphone reciever.
"Yeah?" I tried to stay calm. But truly, I was just trying not to cry.
"You PUNCHED Annabeth in the FACE?" Kirsten asked.
"Yeah.." I went quiet.
"SONALI BETH LYNNE MATTHEWS!" Kirsten repeated herself.
"You said that already." I sounded like a mouse.
"I DON'T CARE!!!"
At this point I had to hold the reciever away from my ear. I feared for my eardrums.
I took a deep breath. "Kirsten, it was her fault."
Kirsten paused. I waited in silence for her dreaded reply.
"...IT WAS HER FAULT?! You're coming home right now." Kirsten screamed.
My mouth dropped open in shock. Half of me was happy, and then another half of me was sad that I never got proper revenge on Annabeth.
Kirsten hung up.
She appeared at Annabeth's doorstep five minutes later.
"You have a lot to explain to me, missy." She yelled, dragging me by my hair out the door.
-Sonali
I sat in an olive green chair in the middle of the living room. The big clock on the wall slowly ticked -- honestly, it was starting to freak me out.
My cellphone started vibrating violently from my jeans pocket. I pulled it out and pressed "Ok". Suddenly, my ear was blasted off by the sound of Kirsten yelling in my ear. Not literally.
"SONALI BETH LYNNE MATTHEWS!" Kirsten's voice pounded from the cellphone reciever.
"Yeah?" I tried to stay calm. But truly, I was just trying not to cry.
"You PUNCHED Annabeth in the FACE?" Kirsten asked.
"Yeah.." I went quiet.
"SONALI BETH LYNNE MATTHEWS!" Kirsten repeated herself.
"You said that already." I sounded like a mouse.
"I DON'T CARE!!!"
At this point I had to hold the reciever away from my ear. I feared for my eardrums.
I took a deep breath. "Kirsten, it was her fault."
Kirsten paused. I waited in silence for her dreaded reply.
"...IT WAS HER FAULT?! You're coming home right now." Kirsten screamed.
My mouth dropped open in shock. Half of me was happy, and then another half of me was sad that I never got proper revenge on Annabeth.
Kirsten hung up.
She appeared at Annabeth's doorstep five minutes later.
"You have a lot to explain to me, missy." She yelled, dragging me by my hair out the door.
-Sonali
Friday, April 29, 2011
What?
"Why do you think that you have the god-damn right to wreck my laptop?!?" I screamed at Annabeth, chasing her around the room.
Annabeth stuck out her tongue. "Ever since you stole my boyfriend!"
"STOLE?!" I yelled. "Peter hated you!" I reached out my hand to smack her again but she leaped away before I could touch her.
"So, Sonny.. How's it going with Peter, anyway?" Annabeth put her hands on her hips and cocked her head.
I looked at her with disgust. How could she act so innocent? As if nothing had ever happened?
My hatred for Annabeth was spilling over the tops of my lungs, and I was afraid that it would take over my language very, very soon.
"Going JUST GREAT, thanks to your FRAUD Valentines Day card!" I yelled.
"Fraud?" Annabeth pouted. "No, it was NOT!"
I huffed. "SURE, ANNABETH, SURE!"
Annabeth started running again and laughed. "Silly little Sonali. You and Peter would never work. I'm just trying to merely help you!"
I stopped chasing Annabeth. I stood in the middle of her awful bedroom and narrowed my eyes.
"You asked for it, Annabeth!"
I sacked her in the face.
Surprisingly, Annabeth dropped to the floor and started wailing. Her hand flew to her face, where I had hit her only a moment ago.
I knelt beside her and covered my mouth in shock. What had I done? My guilty emotions were taking over my stomach, and I felt like I was gonna barf.
Annabeth's mother rushed into the room and quickly ushered Annabeth out the door, and to the hospital.
I sat down on Annabeth's bed and put my arm over my stomach in guilt.
I caught a glimpse of Annabeth shooting me a nasty look before she left the room, held in the arms of her mother.
-Sonali
Annabeth stuck out her tongue. "Ever since you stole my boyfriend!"
"STOLE?!" I yelled. "Peter hated you!" I reached out my hand to smack her again but she leaped away before I could touch her.
"So, Sonny.. How's it going with Peter, anyway?" Annabeth put her hands on her hips and cocked her head.
I looked at her with disgust. How could she act so innocent? As if nothing had ever happened?
My hatred for Annabeth was spilling over the tops of my lungs, and I was afraid that it would take over my language very, very soon.
"Going JUST GREAT, thanks to your FRAUD Valentines Day card!" I yelled.
"Fraud?" Annabeth pouted. "No, it was NOT!"
I huffed. "SURE, ANNABETH, SURE!"
Annabeth started running again and laughed. "Silly little Sonali. You and Peter would never work. I'm just trying to merely help you!"
I stopped chasing Annabeth. I stood in the middle of her awful bedroom and narrowed my eyes.
"You asked for it, Annabeth!"
I sacked her in the face.
Surprisingly, Annabeth dropped to the floor and started wailing. Her hand flew to her face, where I had hit her only a moment ago.
I knelt beside her and covered my mouth in shock. What had I done? My guilty emotions were taking over my stomach, and I felt like I was gonna barf.
Annabeth's mother rushed into the room and quickly ushered Annabeth out the door, and to the hospital.
I sat down on Annabeth's bed and put my arm over my stomach in guilt.
I caught a glimpse of Annabeth shooting me a nasty look before she left the room, held in the arms of her mother.
-Sonali
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
The Beginning Of The End pt. 2
Annabeth dragged my hand up the stairs, and I turned my head back to shoot Kirsten one last pleading look before Annabeth threw me into her room.
I heard the door shut behind us. Annabeth was still gripping onto my hand, and therefore plunked me down on her bed. I looked around at her bedroom. A Glee poster of Finn Hudson hung on the ceiling above her lime green bed. The walls were a shade of off-white. A vanity table stood in front of one of the two windows. The vanity was covered in celebrity designer perfumes and MAC makeup. Annabeth plopped down on the gold-leather bar stool in front of the vanity table and begun to apply foundation on her already-flawless skin.
I crossed my hands over my chest. I awkwardly positioned myself criss-cross-applesauce on Annabeth's bed and pouted.
"So, Sonny.. What do you want to do?" Annabeth's overly large smile appeared in front of my face.
"I don't know." My voice was flat.
"I know!" Annabeth clasped her hands together and looked at me proudly. "I can give you a makeover!"
"I don't think so, Annabeth." I squinted my eyes at her.
"Puh-leeaaaase, Sonali?! I'll give you a mani-pedi, too!" Annabeth widened her glossy hazel eyes at me.
"Fine." I agreed resistantly. I didn't want to get on Annabeth's bad side just yet.
Annabeth grabbed me by the hand yet again, but this time she sat me down on the special gold-leather stool. I didn't feel comfortable being so close to Annabeth, but I continued to plaster a fake smile on my face.
"So... what color?" Annabeth smirked.
I tried my absolute hardest not to roll my eyes. "Uh, how about olive green?" My response came back in a monotone.
"Sure thing! What a pretty color." Annabeth plucked the bottle of olive green nail polish from her enormous display and unscrewed the cap.
I took a deep breath.
Just as Annabeth was about to begin painting my pinky fingernail with the polish, she drew back.
"What?" I barked.
"Uh.. can you find me a design on the internet to paint on your nails?" Annabeth said sheepishly.
The question sounded odd to me. But whatever. I couldn't care about what she put on my nails any less. Why not find a design?
"Sure..?" I retorted.
Annabeth grinned. Her teeth seemed to sparkle. "I'll go grab your laptop!"
Annabeth placed the bottle of nail polish on the vanity table and went to retrieve my laptop. My eyes widened in terror as a deadly daydream of Annabeth getting her hands all over my laptop flashed before my eyes. I tried my ABSOLUTE hardest to keep back a wail from escaping my throat.
Annabeth set the laptop down and searched online for a celebrity-inspired nail design.
I sat back on the vanity stool and sighed.
Annabeth let out a girly squeal that sounded a bit like a chipmunk. "Eeep, that's it! The design we should use!"
She pointed to a picture of zebra stripes over olive green polish on Lady GaGa's nails.
I nodded. "Sure."
Annabeth leaned towards my nails with the bottle of nail polish that I desired.
She brushed the paint over my nails with ease. Just as she was going to cover my thumbnail with the olive green gunk, the bottle tipped out of her hands and splashed ALL OVER MY LAPTOP!
I stood up in horror and watched as the nail polish leaked over my keyboard and screen. It sunk between my keys and stuck them together. It covered my speakers.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed.
"Ooops." Annabeth faked a frown.
I reached my hand out and slapped her in the face.
-Sonali
I heard the door shut behind us. Annabeth was still gripping onto my hand, and therefore plunked me down on her bed. I looked around at her bedroom. A Glee poster of Finn Hudson hung on the ceiling above her lime green bed. The walls were a shade of off-white. A vanity table stood in front of one of the two windows. The vanity was covered in celebrity designer perfumes and MAC makeup. Annabeth plopped down on the gold-leather bar stool in front of the vanity table and begun to apply foundation on her already-flawless skin.
I crossed my hands over my chest. I awkwardly positioned myself criss-cross-applesauce on Annabeth's bed and pouted.
"So, Sonny.. What do you want to do?" Annabeth's overly large smile appeared in front of my face.
"I don't know." My voice was flat.
"I know!" Annabeth clasped her hands together and looked at me proudly. "I can give you a makeover!"
"I don't think so, Annabeth." I squinted my eyes at her.
"Puh-leeaaaase, Sonali?! I'll give you a mani-pedi, too!" Annabeth widened her glossy hazel eyes at me.
"Fine." I agreed resistantly. I didn't want to get on Annabeth's bad side just yet.
Annabeth grabbed me by the hand yet again, but this time she sat me down on the special gold-leather stool. I didn't feel comfortable being so close to Annabeth, but I continued to plaster a fake smile on my face.
"So... what color?" Annabeth smirked.
I tried my absolute hardest not to roll my eyes. "Uh, how about olive green?" My response came back in a monotone.
"Sure thing! What a pretty color." Annabeth plucked the bottle of olive green nail polish from her enormous display and unscrewed the cap.
I took a deep breath.
Just as Annabeth was about to begin painting my pinky fingernail with the polish, she drew back.
"What?" I barked.
"Uh.. can you find me a design on the internet to paint on your nails?" Annabeth said sheepishly.
The question sounded odd to me. But whatever. I couldn't care about what she put on my nails any less. Why not find a design?
"Sure..?" I retorted.
Annabeth grinned. Her teeth seemed to sparkle. "I'll go grab your laptop!"
Annabeth placed the bottle of nail polish on the vanity table and went to retrieve my laptop. My eyes widened in terror as a deadly daydream of Annabeth getting her hands all over my laptop flashed before my eyes. I tried my ABSOLUTE hardest to keep back a wail from escaping my throat.
Annabeth set the laptop down and searched online for a celebrity-inspired nail design.
I sat back on the vanity stool and sighed.
Annabeth let out a girly squeal that sounded a bit like a chipmunk. "Eeep, that's it! The design we should use!"
She pointed to a picture of zebra stripes over olive green polish on Lady GaGa's nails.
I nodded. "Sure."
Annabeth leaned towards my nails with the bottle of nail polish that I desired.
She brushed the paint over my nails with ease. Just as she was going to cover my thumbnail with the olive green gunk, the bottle tipped out of her hands and splashed ALL OVER MY LAPTOP!
I stood up in horror and watched as the nail polish leaked over my keyboard and screen. It sunk between my keys and stuck them together. It covered my speakers.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed.
"Ooops." Annabeth faked a frown.
I reached my hand out and slapped her in the face.
-Sonali
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
The Beginning Of The End pt. 1
Do you even REMEMBER me? Yeah, sorry about that. Annabeth sort of sabotaged my own laptop (not Grace's, MINE!), and we had to have it sent to the computer guy.. Do you remember how I was supposed to camp out at Annabeth's house for a week or so? Yeah, that happened. That's how my laptop got sabotaged.
So I'll just start from the beginning, just like all horror stories begin.
I furiously threw different articles of clothing into a canvas bag. I couldn't believe that Kirsten was making me do this! I had waited in dread until Friday night, the night that I would be dropped off at .. *insert shudder here* Annabeth's house. Annabeth is nothing but a little devil!
I eased my laptop into my canvas bag along with the final pieces of clothing. Finally, I placed a shampoo, conditioner, pen, and my iPod. If I was going to go to Annabeth's house, I might as well listen to Avril Lavigne whilst doing it.
"Son-AL-i! Let's GO!" Kirsten called impatiently up the stairs.
"I'm coming, Kirsten." I blurted back in a deadly monotone.
I slowly stepped down the stairs, making sure to pause on every single step. Of course, I was only doing this to piss Kirsten off.
Kirsten scrunched her eyes shut and counted on her fingers. This was her new way to calm herself down. She learned it from her yoga instructor. Peachy, ain't it?
"Sonali Beth Lynne, get down here this minute. Or else I am extending your visit to Annabeth's."
My eyes narrowed, and I quickly hurried down the stairs. No way was I gonna stay any more than a week at Annabeth's.
Kirsten and I piled into the car. Sadly, none of my sisters came to say goodbye. I think that they all secretly hate me. I don't blame them. I'm a bit of a grouch these days. All because of Annabeth!
I shut my eyes and quickly sent a prayer to God asking if wherever Bethie is.. Would she please come and save me?
Kirsten patted my shoulder, and my eyes flew open. We were parked in the majestic driveway of Annabeth's house. Great. Just great.
"Get out." Kirsten ordered. I quickly followed her demand. With Kirsten's hand on my back, I shuffled up the driveway to the front door. Kirsten crisply rang the doorbell and we waited together in suspense.
A tall, fake-looking blond woman with familiar eyes opened the door. I quickly decided that she was Annabeth's mom.
"Oh, Kirsten and Sonagin!" Annabeth's mother claimed in a slightly nasal voice.
I squinted my eyes and muttered, "It's Sonali."
Kirsten grinned from ear to ear. "Good morning! Uh, I've just come to drop off Sonali."
I sent Kirsten a secret death glare with my angry eyes.
"Ohhhh, Son-uh-li!" Annabeth's mom said incorrectly. "I thought your name was Sonagin. Silly me!"
"Hah..ha." I laughed in a dead voice.
Suddenly, a shadow appeared behind Annabeth's mother.
"Oh, SONALI'S HERE!" A girl that I knew all too well pushed her mother aside to welcome me in. "We're going to have so much fun!" The girl clasped her hands together and smiled.
I didn't even bother to smile, and then made my way into Annabeth's home for the next week.
-Sonali
So I'll just start from the beginning, just like all horror stories begin.
I furiously threw different articles of clothing into a canvas bag. I couldn't believe that Kirsten was making me do this! I had waited in dread until Friday night, the night that I would be dropped off at .. *insert shudder here* Annabeth's house. Annabeth is nothing but a little devil!
I eased my laptop into my canvas bag along with the final pieces of clothing. Finally, I placed a shampoo, conditioner, pen, and my iPod. If I was going to go to Annabeth's house, I might as well listen to Avril Lavigne whilst doing it.
"Son-AL-i! Let's GO!" Kirsten called impatiently up the stairs.
"I'm coming, Kirsten." I blurted back in a deadly monotone.
I slowly stepped down the stairs, making sure to pause on every single step. Of course, I was only doing this to piss Kirsten off.
Kirsten scrunched her eyes shut and counted on her fingers. This was her new way to calm herself down. She learned it from her yoga instructor. Peachy, ain't it?
"Sonali Beth Lynne, get down here this minute. Or else I am extending your visit to Annabeth's."
My eyes narrowed, and I quickly hurried down the stairs. No way was I gonna stay any more than a week at Annabeth's.
Kirsten and I piled into the car. Sadly, none of my sisters came to say goodbye. I think that they all secretly hate me. I don't blame them. I'm a bit of a grouch these days. All because of Annabeth!
I shut my eyes and quickly sent a prayer to God asking if wherever Bethie is.. Would she please come and save me?
Kirsten patted my shoulder, and my eyes flew open. We were parked in the majestic driveway of Annabeth's house. Great. Just great.
"Get out." Kirsten ordered. I quickly followed her demand. With Kirsten's hand on my back, I shuffled up the driveway to the front door. Kirsten crisply rang the doorbell and we waited together in suspense.
A tall, fake-looking blond woman with familiar eyes opened the door. I quickly decided that she was Annabeth's mom.
"Oh, Kirsten and Sonagin!" Annabeth's mother claimed in a slightly nasal voice.
I squinted my eyes and muttered, "It's Sonali."
Kirsten grinned from ear to ear. "Good morning! Uh, I've just come to drop off Sonali."
I sent Kirsten a secret death glare with my angry eyes.
"Ohhhh, Son-uh-li!" Annabeth's mom said incorrectly. "I thought your name was Sonagin. Silly me!"
"Hah..ha." I laughed in a dead voice.
Suddenly, a shadow appeared behind Annabeth's mother.
"Oh, SONALI'S HERE!" A girl that I knew all too well pushed her mother aside to welcome me in. "We're going to have so much fun!" The girl clasped her hands together and smiled.
I didn't even bother to smile, and then made my way into Annabeth's home for the next week.
-Sonali
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
All Chrissa's Fault
I crossed my legs on the couch and bit away at my nails as the rest of the house skipped around cheerily.
Well, maybe not "skipping". Maybe they were just.. well, walking. Walking very, very cheerily. Still. Same thing.
I narrowed my eyes despisingly as Chrissa hurried up to me.
"Sonnnnyyyyyyyyy, watch Glee with me!!" She whined.
"No!" I snapped.
Chrissa's smile faltered. "What's wrong, Sonny?.." She whimpered, and neared closer to shove me into a bearhug.
A frown pulled at the corners of my mouth. "Stop it, Chrissa." I pushed her away.
Chrissa's eyes watered.
Oh crap, I thought. Here come the waterworks.
Chrissa paused a moment. 3, 2, 1.. Boom. The tears started to stream freely down her face.
"You're NO fun, Sonny!" She cried loudly (too loudly, if I must say).
Kirsten rushed down the stairs to where Chrissa and I had been standing. She held up her skirt from the stairs as to not trip and said, "What is going on here!"
I opened my mouth to speak but Chrissa beat me to it.
"Sonny's being a bully. She's pushing and shoving and being grumpy." Chrissa folded her arms across her chest and slumped in her spot.
Kirsten then closed her eyes and sighed.
She turned to me.
"Sonny, is this true?" She breathed.
"No, it's--" I tried to defend myself.
"YES!" Chrissa interrupted.
I shot Chrissa a death glare. Sometimes she was R-E-A-L-L-Y annoying.
Kirsten huffed. "Sonali, I don't understand whats gotten into you. You're not the same. You're a complete grump ALL the time."
I winced. Deep down, I knew it was true.
"Quite frankly, it's enough.", Kirsten continued. "I think you need a vacation."
I raised my eyebrows and suddenly felt my heart jerk around in my chest. Was she going to send me to Bethie's?! That would make me SO much better!
Kirsten put a hand on my shoulder. "Sonny, I'm sending you to Annabeth's for a few days. Maybe being around a rolemodel will help you out." Kirsten smiled, as if she was doing me a favor.
ANNABETH'S?! I nearly ripped my hair out, then and there. It was going to be HELL! And it was all Chrissa's fault.
-Sonali
Well, maybe not "skipping". Maybe they were just.. well, walking. Walking very, very cheerily. Still. Same thing.
I narrowed my eyes despisingly as Chrissa hurried up to me.
"Sonnnnyyyyyyyyy, watch Glee with me!!" She whined.
"No!" I snapped.
Chrissa's smile faltered. "What's wrong, Sonny?.." She whimpered, and neared closer to shove me into a bearhug.
A frown pulled at the corners of my mouth. "Stop it, Chrissa." I pushed her away.
Chrissa's eyes watered.
Oh crap, I thought. Here come the waterworks.
Chrissa paused a moment. 3, 2, 1.. Boom. The tears started to stream freely down her face.
"You're NO fun, Sonny!" She cried loudly (too loudly, if I must say).
Kirsten rushed down the stairs to where Chrissa and I had been standing. She held up her skirt from the stairs as to not trip and said, "What is going on here!"
I opened my mouth to speak but Chrissa beat me to it.
"Sonny's being a bully. She's pushing and shoving and being grumpy." Chrissa folded her arms across her chest and slumped in her spot.
Kirsten then closed her eyes and sighed.
She turned to me.
"Sonny, is this true?" She breathed.
"No, it's--" I tried to defend myself.
"YES!" Chrissa interrupted.
I shot Chrissa a death glare. Sometimes she was R-E-A-L-L-Y annoying.
Kirsten huffed. "Sonali, I don't understand whats gotten into you. You're not the same. You're a complete grump ALL the time."
I winced. Deep down, I knew it was true.
"Quite frankly, it's enough.", Kirsten continued. "I think you need a vacation."
I raised my eyebrows and suddenly felt my heart jerk around in my chest. Was she going to send me to Bethie's?! That would make me SO much better!
Kirsten put a hand on my shoulder. "Sonny, I'm sending you to Annabeth's for a few days. Maybe being around a rolemodel will help you out." Kirsten smiled, as if she was doing me a favor.
ANNABETH'S?! I nearly ripped my hair out, then and there. It was going to be HELL! And it was all Chrissa's fault.
-Sonali
Sunday, February 27, 2011
I'm overboard, and I need your love.
Peter rushed after me. "But, Sonny! I swear to god, I didn't send that Valentine!"
I swiped the stray hair out of my face as I speed-walked out of the Glee room after practice.
"You don't have to apologize for your carelessness, Peter. It's natural." I retorted, my voice surprisingly icy cold. I winced at the sound of it.
Before I hurried out of the door, I turned my head for a quick glimpse.
Peter was bowed down.
Something pulled at my heart, deep down. But I pushed it away and tried to feel good that Peter was feeling pain, just like I did for so many years.
Boys are worthless.
I then literally ran home, books flapping in my arms and eyes watering against the wind. Or was it really the wind?
My skirt clung to my thighs. I sniffled against the cold and slammed closed the front door of my warm house behind me.
I flung myself at the couch and rolled my head back. Looking up at the ceiling, lyrics swam around in my messy head. How did this happen? Oh, right, the Valentine. The 'carelessness'. Ew.
I swiped the stray hair out of my face as I speed-walked out of the Glee room after practice.
"You don't have to apologize for your carelessness, Peter. It's natural." I retorted, my voice surprisingly icy cold. I winced at the sound of it.
Before I hurried out of the door, I turned my head for a quick glimpse.
Peter was bowed down.
Something pulled at my heart, deep down. But I pushed it away and tried to feel good that Peter was feeling pain, just like I did for so many years.
Boys are worthless.
I then literally ran home, books flapping in my arms and eyes watering against the wind. Or was it really the wind?
My skirt clung to my thighs. I sniffled against the cold and slammed closed the front door of my warm house behind me.
I flung myself at the couch and rolled my head back. Looking up at the ceiling, lyrics swam around in my messy head. How did this happen? Oh, right, the Valentine. The 'carelessness'. Ew.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Hey it's Grace and I neeeed some help! Not AG related.
I'm sorry that I had to bring this topic all the way to Sonny's blog, but I need help with something and I have no other way to advertise it besides Flickr.
If any of you know me, then you know that I LOVE Taylor Swift. Wait, no, "love" is an understatement. Maybe worship-and-obsess-and-totally-flip-out-over-her.
Anyways -- I'm trying to get her attention. I want to send her fanmail, but not just any fanmail. A huge package. If it was a package, then maybe it would stand out more from the other letters and there would be more chance that Taylor would see it.
If she doesn't see it, that's okay. It's fine to try, hey?
If not, I have more backup plans..
To be truthful, this is all because I want to meet her. It's the greediest thing I've done, but she just has to know how much I loveee her. :-)
Why do I need your help?
I need ideas.
I'm writing a H-U-G-E letter, and that will be contained. I'll probably show pictures of my total Swift-ified room, and drawings of her and her bandmates that I made. But what else can fill up the box? I'm saving up so I can pay for about $20 shipping plus weighing so I can't really put anything super-heavy in the package.
I'll update you guys later with my letter and then you can help me edit it so it can sound perfect.
Thank you SO much for reading!
-Grace <3
If any of you know me, then you know that I LOVE Taylor Swift. Wait, no, "love" is an understatement. Maybe worship-and-obsess-and-totally-flip-out-over-her.
Anyways -- I'm trying to get her attention. I want to send her fanmail, but not just any fanmail. A huge package. If it was a package, then maybe it would stand out more from the other letters and there would be more chance that Taylor would see it.
If she doesn't see it, that's okay. It's fine to try, hey?
If not, I have more backup plans..
To be truthful, this is all because I want to meet her. It's the greediest thing I've done, but she just has to know how much I loveee her. :-)
Why do I need your help?
I need ideas.
I'm writing a H-U-G-E letter, and that will be contained. I'll probably show pictures of my total Swift-ified room, and drawings of her and her bandmates that I made. But what else can fill up the box? I'm saving up so I can pay for about $20 shipping plus weighing so I can't really put anything super-heavy in the package.
I'll update you guys later with my letter and then you can help me edit it so it can sound perfect.
Thank you SO much for reading!
-Grace <3
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Post-Valentines Trauma
CONTINUED FROM LAST POST
Peter rushed up to Annabeth. "Annabeth, lay off!" Peter shouted.
I couldn't even speak. I tilted my head in a lovingly daze and looked at Peter. Was he sparkling, or was it just me? All I could think about was how cute he looked as he protected me from the monster Annabeth.
Annabeth painted a grimace on her face. "No, Peter. She deserves it, the little scumbag." Annabeth then raised her fist once again - and I didn't even notice.
Peter caught Annabeth's fist before it hit my face.
"No. Not this time." Peter's voice was firm and determined.
I nearly fainted then and there.
Annabeth hmmped. "Fine, Peter. This time, you win. But just you wait." She snapped her fingers, and immediately her scrawny followers hurried behind her like puppydogs as she left.
Peter lifted the stray strand of hair from my face and tucked it behind my ear. We looked at each other for a moment and he smiled.
"So, I guess I saved you, eh?" Peter chuckled.
I tried my hardest to speak. "Naahh." I smirked. Little did Peter know, I was weak in the knees. I prayed to the good lord that my legs wouldn't give out.
Peter smiled ear to ear.
"Well, I have a french test to study for. See ya round." He took one last glance at me before running off.
I slid down the wall to the ground and laid my head against my knees in happiness. Yes, yes, YES.
THE NEXT DAY
I waltzed into school like a happy princess in a fairytale. Opening my locker with shaky (and happy) hands, I threw my shoulder bag on the hook and gathered my books for the morning classes.
Annabeth strutted her way towards my locker. I rolled my eyes and turned to greet her.
"What do you want, Annabeth?" I cringed.
Annabeth laughed cruelly. "Oh, nothing, Matthews." She looked at her nails. "I was just here to give you this Valentine from Peter.." She tried to sound bored.
My face perked up in delight. I glanced over at Peter and he turned from his locker to shyly smile at me.
"Really? Thanks!" I sounded surprisingly genuine.
Annabeth smiled sourly. No wonder, I stole her boyfriend, after all.. "No problem." She practically flung the Valentine at me and I ripped it open.
My eyes softened in disappointment as I discovered that the Valentine was just a mere piece of pink construction paper, ripped off hastily and written on in a hurried manner. It was a really horrible Valentines card, and it hurt to see that he spent so little time on it. I'm not very picky, but I do not like when people rush on me.
Trying as hard as I could to maintain my cool, I stashed the awful card in my locker and shut the locker door as fast as I could. Swiftly, I rushed to class. I didn't want to see Peter.
-Sonali
P.S. I only got three other Valentines. One huge one from Erin (very sweet), a signed Valentine from Bethie and all of her sisters, and one from Bridget.
Peter rushed up to Annabeth. "Annabeth, lay off!" Peter shouted.
I couldn't even speak. I tilted my head in a lovingly daze and looked at Peter. Was he sparkling, or was it just me? All I could think about was how cute he looked as he protected me from the monster Annabeth.
Annabeth painted a grimace on her face. "No, Peter. She deserves it, the little scumbag." Annabeth then raised her fist once again - and I didn't even notice.
Peter caught Annabeth's fist before it hit my face.
"No. Not this time." Peter's voice was firm and determined.
I nearly fainted then and there.
Annabeth hmmped. "Fine, Peter. This time, you win. But just you wait." She snapped her fingers, and immediately her scrawny followers hurried behind her like puppydogs as she left.
Peter lifted the stray strand of hair from my face and tucked it behind my ear. We looked at each other for a moment and he smiled.
"So, I guess I saved you, eh?" Peter chuckled.
I tried my hardest to speak. "Naahh." I smirked. Little did Peter know, I was weak in the knees. I prayed to the good lord that my legs wouldn't give out.
Peter smiled ear to ear.
"Well, I have a french test to study for. See ya round." He took one last glance at me before running off.
I slid down the wall to the ground and laid my head against my knees in happiness. Yes, yes, YES.
THE NEXT DAY
I waltzed into school like a happy princess in a fairytale. Opening my locker with shaky (and happy) hands, I threw my shoulder bag on the hook and gathered my books for the morning classes.
Annabeth strutted her way towards my locker. I rolled my eyes and turned to greet her.
"What do you want, Annabeth?" I cringed.
Annabeth laughed cruelly. "Oh, nothing, Matthews." She looked at her nails. "I was just here to give you this Valentine from Peter.." She tried to sound bored.
My face perked up in delight. I glanced over at Peter and he turned from his locker to shyly smile at me.
"Really? Thanks!" I sounded surprisingly genuine.
Annabeth smiled sourly. No wonder, I stole her boyfriend, after all.. "No problem." She practically flung the Valentine at me and I ripped it open.
My eyes softened in disappointment as I discovered that the Valentine was just a mere piece of pink construction paper, ripped off hastily and written on in a hurried manner. It was a really horrible Valentines card, and it hurt to see that he spent so little time on it. I'm not very picky, but I do not like when people rush on me.
Trying as hard as I could to maintain my cool, I stashed the awful card in my locker and shut the locker door as fast as I could. Swiftly, I rushed to class. I didn't want to see Peter.
-Sonali
P.S. I only got three other Valentines. One huge one from Erin (very sweet), a signed Valentine from Bethie and all of her sisters, and one from Bridget.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
All My Life I've Been Good, But Now..
I'm thinking what the hell?
All I want is to mess, around.
And I don't really care about,
if you love me,
if you hate me,
you can save me, baby baby.
All my life I've been good, but now..
Whaaat what the hell?
I danced around the room, blasting the Avril Lavigne from the iPod Dock. I was in the "zone". Nothing could touch me as I floated around the room, rocking out to the rebellious beat of the song. Yes, yes I was still in a good mood from Peter's peck on MY cheek. And I had been even happier to wake up and find that it hadn't been a dream. EEP. Of course, I knew that soon Annabeth would figure out some insane way to get me back. And yeah, in the back of my mind, I was a little scared of the things Annabeth could do. She had power. But oh well. It was Saturday, and for now, I didn't give a care.
My phone ruined the good vibe as it vibrated from my bedside table. Curious, I leaped over to snatch my phone and saw that Annabeth had texted me. "Can't wait to see what she has planned for me..",I thought out loud.
I opened the message, only to read:
Heey Sonny Boo. U might want to check out what ur little sisters Chrissa and Erin are up 2. Rite now, they're hanging w/ me. & trust me, we're having some... fun.
Love, Annabeth.
My mind whirled. UGH, that stupid Annabeth!
I raced downstairs. "WHERE'S CHRISSA AND ERIN?!" I yelled like it was the end of the world.
Kirsten looked up, shocked. "Sonny! Hush!" She shunned.
I didn't even feel ashamed. "WHERE are they?!" I asked again.
Kirsten's eyebrows furrowed. "Um, I haven't seen them since they left for Saturday detention.." She said.
I threw my palm to my face. Of course, they had Saturday detention. I had forgotten how Erin had gotten in trouble with one of the teachers, and Chrissa had obviously stood up to Erin's rescue -- therefore getting them both in the doghouse. But didn't Annabeth get Saturday detention, too, for trying to beat me up yesterday after school in the hallway? Oh my god, yes she did. Did that mean that ...?
I didn't even have time to think as I threw my coat on and rushed out the door. The last thing I heard was Kirsten yelling after me as I flew through the street and ran all the way to the school, which was luckily nearby.
I pushed open the heavy front doors of the school, and practically slid through the hallways until I found the entrance to the school's "backwoods". This was where all the older kids fled out to during lunchtime to walk around the school and the forests behind it. I knew Annabeth too well. She obviously brought Erin and Chrissa here.
Rounding a corner, I found Erin and Chrissa pinned up against the brick wall of the school. Annabeth was cornering them. Chrissa looked pale as a ghost, and Erin looked defiant and furious that she couldn't be tough enough to defend Chrissa. Sadly, even feisty Erin was frightened of Annabeth.
"HEY! Stop it!" I cried, running to the three girls plus Annabeth's followers.
Annabeth turned to me slowly, and a smirk spread on her face. "I knew you'd come, dear, dear Sonali." She was now facing me front-on, and shoved me with one arm.
My face formed a tight-set frown as I realized that I had fallen into Annabeth's trap. She had me right where she wanted me.
Erin and Chrissa looked straight at me from the brick wall, terrified. I cringed. Annabeth and her followers were now cornering me, and as they left Erin and Chrissa alone, I waved hand signals at my scared sisters to get them to leave. If anyone was going to be beaten up, it should be me. This was my mess, anyways.
Erin and Chrissa did leave, surprisingly. I thought it would have been harder to get them to go. Inside, I was a little hurt that they would have left without second thoughts. I pushed away the hurt feelings quickly, so that I could deal with stupid Annabeth.
"So hows it been going, Sonny girl?" Annabeth prodded. "Have you and Peter been having good times making out?" She squinted against the afternoon sun.
I smirked. "Actually, yes. He's such a good kisser." I lied, just to make Annabeth pissed off.
Annabeth saw through my lie. Crap, I was such a bad liar.
"Wow, Sonny. That was real risky of you to say." Annabeth's voice sounded like vocal poison. Vulgar and sour.
Annabeth and her measly followers blocked out the sun from my eyes as they backed me up against the brick wall, where Erin and Chrissa had been.
Oh god.., I thought. This was the end.
Annabeth raised her fist and I was just about to close my eyes when I caught a glimpse of Erin and Chrissa running back around to where we all stood. But Erin and Chrissa had brought someone with them. And this visitor was not a teacher, no. Nor was it the principal, or even any of our sisters.
This visitor was Peter, come to save the day.
TO BE CONTINUED
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Sweethearts Week
Love is in the air. Oh joy, oh joy.
Not for me. Never for me. The 14th of February has never been a dreaded holiday for me, really - I've always been too young and adolescent to care. But once you start "liking boys" (as your parents always call it), Valentines Day becomes an absolutely haaaaated holiday. Unless, of course, you're dating the boy of your dreams and likings. Which, for 3/4's of the population of women, is not realistic.
The red banner above the school entrance flapped in the breeze. It read "Sweethearts Week" in playful and colorful text. I eyed it with a burning passion before pushing the doors open and leading myself into yet another day of Junior High boredom.
Glee Club was becoming unoriginal. The same thing every day. I found myself counting down the minutes until it was over every passing lesson. Ms. Pike was so-so, and I noticed that she wasn't really in a good mood either, particularly. I guessed that maybe HER Valentine had ditched her, too.
I sat in my plastic seat and watched dully as the same everyday routine went on. Annabeth came in flaunting her stuff, then the rest follow suit, then Ms. Pike will call out some random stuff and check something off on her checklist and a musical number will continue on.
But on this day, something happened. Peter came into Glee Club looking pale and nervous, not very confident. Suddenly the room didn't look so uninteresting as I sat up in my chair and leaned forward. Looking intently at him, Peter made his way to Ms. Pike and tapped her shoulder. He whispered something at her, and she nodded curtly back. Peter smiled weakly before walking to his own seat at the front, next to Annabeth.
Ms. Pike tip-tapped her high heels to the front of the classroom to give an annoucement.
"Peter has a song to sing for us all, in the spirit of Sweethearts Week. I expect you all to respect him during his moment of bravery." She clasped her clipboard to her heart as she stepped back to let Peter in front of the whiteboard.
The beginning electric guitar notes to Tonight, I Love You by The Latency played. I looked around in delight at the rest of the Club to see that I was the only one who knew the song. It wasn't obvious that Peter was singing this song to Annabeth, but I knew that was what was going on.
I tried to hide my joy for the song he selected as Peter sang the many lyrics of the song.
"I'd give you today but it's not mine yet, I'll ask you to stay here with me tonight, I think tonight I love you." Peter's soulful eyes caught mine for a not-so-quick glance. I felt fireworks pop beneath my eyes and heart. Ah, he was just so gorgeous..
Before I knew it the song was over. Wait, what? Had I really just lost myself in his good looks for a minute? That's insane. But I wasn't bothered.
Wait, woah.. Was I still dreaming and fantasizing? Because Peter shouldn't be hopping across the room to where I was sitting and -- WOAH. Did Peter seriously just kiss me on the cheek? I THOUGHT THAT SONG WAS FOR ANNABETH!
My mind was screaming at every part of my sane being. Peter had really just kissed me. On the cheek. My hand traveled to my cheek and flew over the soft skin Peter had touched with his.. lips.
"I like you, Sonali." He whispered in my ear before leaving the room.
"Excuse me? What was that?" All I heard was Annabeth yelling at me before I skipped out of the room, ignorant to every other voice that was raised in the room.
-Sonali
Not for me. Never for me. The 14th of February has never been a dreaded holiday for me, really - I've always been too young and adolescent to care. But once you start "liking boys" (as your parents always call it), Valentines Day becomes an absolutely haaaaated holiday. Unless, of course, you're dating the boy of your dreams and likings. Which, for 3/4's of the population of women, is not realistic.
The red banner above the school entrance flapped in the breeze. It read "Sweethearts Week" in playful and colorful text. I eyed it with a burning passion before pushing the doors open and leading myself into yet another day of Junior High boredom.
Glee Club was becoming unoriginal. The same thing every day. I found myself counting down the minutes until it was over every passing lesson. Ms. Pike was so-so, and I noticed that she wasn't really in a good mood either, particularly. I guessed that maybe HER Valentine had ditched her, too.
I sat in my plastic seat and watched dully as the same everyday routine went on. Annabeth came in flaunting her stuff, then the rest follow suit, then Ms. Pike will call out some random stuff and check something off on her checklist and a musical number will continue on.
But on this day, something happened. Peter came into Glee Club looking pale and nervous, not very confident. Suddenly the room didn't look so uninteresting as I sat up in my chair and leaned forward. Looking intently at him, Peter made his way to Ms. Pike and tapped her shoulder. He whispered something at her, and she nodded curtly back. Peter smiled weakly before walking to his own seat at the front, next to Annabeth.
Ms. Pike tip-tapped her high heels to the front of the classroom to give an annoucement.
"Peter has a song to sing for us all, in the spirit of Sweethearts Week. I expect you all to respect him during his moment of bravery." She clasped her clipboard to her heart as she stepped back to let Peter in front of the whiteboard.
The beginning electric guitar notes to Tonight, I Love You by The Latency played. I looked around in delight at the rest of the Club to see that I was the only one who knew the song. It wasn't obvious that Peter was singing this song to Annabeth, but I knew that was what was going on.
I tried to hide my joy for the song he selected as Peter sang the many lyrics of the song.
"I'd give you today but it's not mine yet, I'll ask you to stay here with me tonight, I think tonight I love you." Peter's soulful eyes caught mine for a not-so-quick glance. I felt fireworks pop beneath my eyes and heart. Ah, he was just so gorgeous..
Before I knew it the song was over. Wait, what? Had I really just lost myself in his good looks for a minute? That's insane. But I wasn't bothered.
Wait, woah.. Was I still dreaming and fantasizing? Because Peter shouldn't be hopping across the room to where I was sitting and -- WOAH. Did Peter seriously just kiss me on the cheek? I THOUGHT THAT SONG WAS FOR ANNABETH!
My mind was screaming at every part of my sane being. Peter had really just kissed me. On the cheek. My hand traveled to my cheek and flew over the soft skin Peter had touched with his.. lips.
"I like you, Sonali." He whispered in my ear before leaving the room.
"Excuse me? What was that?" All I heard was Annabeth yelling at me before I skipped out of the room, ignorant to every other voice that was raised in the room.
-Sonali
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Proactive Is Not For Annabeth
Kit slid down the banister, yelling "PAJAMAS INSIDE OUT! SPOONS UNDER PILLOWS!".
I sighed, and obeyed Kit, placing a spoon under my pillow, up in the safety and comfort of the room I shared with Kirsten. My blue fleece pajamas had already been turned inside out before I put them on.
Flopping down on my bed, I brushed my tangled blackbrown strands of hair. The whole family was practically on their knees begging for a snow day tomorrow. Sure, I wanted a snow day. But I wasn't in an amazing mood.
Earlier that day, the Glee Club had insanely decided to make us WRITE our own SONGS. Sure, I could write a blog, I could write stories, but I couldn't write my own SONG. I'm better at listening to them. Actually, its my favorite sport.
What in the world was I supposed to write a *song* about? Pft.
Rolling over on my fluffy pillows, I felt a pen nudge me in the back. Looking up from the fluff of pillow on my bed, I found Erin poking me. With a pen. Joy..
"What is it, Erin?" I huffed. Lately, Erin came to me with the most random stuff. She can't find the pickles, she needs new music to listen to, she wants to draw a portrait of me, she needs more paint to spray her jeans with.. Why can't she just ask Chrissa? -.-
"Um.. I was just wondering if you wanted to watch some TV with me." She fidgeted.
Suddenly my eyes softened. "Of course, Erin." I jumped up, clothed in my comfy blue fleece PJs.
Erin and I hopped downstairs to the TV. She flipped it on and I slumped down onto the leather couch. Erin turned on What Not To Wear and I groaned.
"You can watch what you want next!" She bargained.
"Fine." My voice came muffled from behind the couch pillow.
The commercials appeared on the screen - the first commercial being for skincare. I did NOT need any more reason to be moping over my skin problems.
I was just about to grab a bowl of popcorn and my favorite blanket when Erin called me back to the TV.
"SONNY! Sonny! Come back and LOOOOK!" She flailed, throwing her hands around in the air, therefore dropping the remote over her toe and yelping in pain.
I rushed back to see Annabeth standing on the screen, holding the skincare product in her hand.
"My skin used to be terrible.. People would make fun of me for it." The Annabeth on the screen frowned, and a fake photo of Annabeth with facial acne appeared on the screen.
I dropped everything in my hands and gaped.
"But now, I walk into a room and everyone just praises me.. It feels amazing. All thanks to proactive!" She exclaimed, and the ad started to fade out.
"Well at least we know that Proactive is fake." Erin shrugged, picking the remote back up off of her socked foot.
"Yeah.." I mumbled, mind going blank.
I ran upstairs, with only one intention.
"Sonnnnyyy! Where are you going?" Erin cried from the couches.
I knew what I had to do. I had to write that song.
-Sonny
I sighed, and obeyed Kit, placing a spoon under my pillow, up in the safety and comfort of the room I shared with Kirsten. My blue fleece pajamas had already been turned inside out before I put them on.
Flopping down on my bed, I brushed my tangled blackbrown strands of hair. The whole family was practically on their knees begging for a snow day tomorrow. Sure, I wanted a snow day. But I wasn't in an amazing mood.
Earlier that day, the Glee Club had insanely decided to make us WRITE our own SONGS. Sure, I could write a blog, I could write stories, but I couldn't write my own SONG. I'm better at listening to them. Actually, its my favorite sport.
What in the world was I supposed to write a *song* about? Pft.
Rolling over on my fluffy pillows, I felt a pen nudge me in the back. Looking up from the fluff of pillow on my bed, I found Erin poking me. With a pen. Joy..
"What is it, Erin?" I huffed. Lately, Erin came to me with the most random stuff. She can't find the pickles, she needs new music to listen to, she wants to draw a portrait of me, she needs more paint to spray her jeans with.. Why can't she just ask Chrissa? -.-
"Um.. I was just wondering if you wanted to watch some TV with me." She fidgeted.
Suddenly my eyes softened. "Of course, Erin." I jumped up, clothed in my comfy blue fleece PJs.
Erin and I hopped downstairs to the TV. She flipped it on and I slumped down onto the leather couch. Erin turned on What Not To Wear and I groaned.
"You can watch what you want next!" She bargained.
"Fine." My voice came muffled from behind the couch pillow.
The commercials appeared on the screen - the first commercial being for skincare. I did NOT need any more reason to be moping over my skin problems.
I was just about to grab a bowl of popcorn and my favorite blanket when Erin called me back to the TV.
"SONNY! Sonny! Come back and LOOOOK!" She flailed, throwing her hands around in the air, therefore dropping the remote over her toe and yelping in pain.
I rushed back to see Annabeth standing on the screen, holding the skincare product in her hand.
"My skin used to be terrible.. People would make fun of me for it." The Annabeth on the screen frowned, and a fake photo of Annabeth with facial acne appeared on the screen.
I dropped everything in my hands and gaped.
"But now, I walk into a room and everyone just praises me.. It feels amazing. All thanks to proactive!" She exclaimed, and the ad started to fade out.
"Well at least we know that Proactive is fake." Erin shrugged, picking the remote back up off of her socked foot.
"Yeah.." I mumbled, mind going blank.
I ran upstairs, with only one intention.
"Sonnnnyyy! Where are you going?" Erin cried from the couches.
I knew what I had to do. I had to write that song.
-Sonny
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Family Fun: Valentines Edition
Ruthie giggled as she slipped another candy heart into a jumbo pale pink envelope. As smitten as she was with this new boy at her school, I was sort-of annoyed that she had dragged the whole family together to make Valentines. I didn't even have that many people to make them for.
"Sonali, pass the glue?" Kit looked up from her work to ask.
"Sure." I picked up the half-empty tube and passed it over.
Looking down at my own measly pile of cheesy cards, I decided quickly to make another one. I carefully cut a pink heart out of rosy cardstock and made a lace border to match it. Picking up a Crayola marker, I started to write on it.
Dear Sal,
You may not know me, but I am not, in any way, sending you this Valentine because I love you. Truthfully, I am the farthest thing from loving you. You WISH I loved you. But I don't. Stay away from Bethie, because she was the best thing in your world and you screwed up big time.
Happy Valentines Day!
-Anonymous (and entirely not your Valentine)
Just for emphasis, I drew a juicy heart at the bottom. Laughing to myself, I threw it into my pile of cards to deliver. There was a Valentine for Bridget, a Valentine for Ms. Pike, a Valentine for each of my sisters, a Valentine for Bethie, a Valentine for Bethie's family, and finally.. a Valentine for Peter. I know, it sounded stupid. He had a girlfriend, for gods sakes. And I know that I'll probably just regret it later. But lately I've been sort of nostalgic and melancholy and all movie-like.. And I've been acting sort-of.. well.. wise, if you had to put a name on it.
I've been thinking that maybe not every day should be wasted, like I usually do. I should start spending my time being thankful, or at least more thankful than I was. I doubt I'll ever be truly happy -- happiness just isn't in my blood.
But I'm going to start living in the day. I knew that I needed Peter to know how I felt. Because if I died tomorrow, then I'd be sad that I never told him. Or anyone, besides Bridget, my sisters, Bethie, her sisters.. Agh, nevermind. Maybe its just Peter who doesn't know. Which is.. odd.
The sound of scissors scraping back and forth appeared close to my ear. Much, much closer to my ear than comfortable. I fidgeted and turned my head slowly to see Julia snipping her pair of safety scissors playfully while gripping in her hand a piece of my hair (that was attached to my head, by the way).
"Tell me who that Valentine is for, or else say bye-bye to contest-winning locks." She smiled deviously.
I laughed. Julia and I had become closer. Much closer. I could tell her a lot.
"Well.. it's kind-of to Peter." I whispered.
"No way no way no way!" She spazzed.
"SHHHH!" I clapped my hand over her mouth.
The whole room of sisters turned to look at us. It must have looked odd, seeing Julia with scissors in her hand, still gripping my hair, and me, clapping my hand over her mouth like a bandit.
"What's going on..?" Kirsten giggled.
"Um, nothing." Julia and I said in unison as we struggled to get back to our previous normal positions.
Chrissa jumped up and hopped around as everyone continued their earlier commotion and conversation.
"Guys, guys! Can we watch Mean Girls? Please please please please pleaaaaaase?" She begged.
"NO, CHRISSA!" Half the room yelled back at her.
I don't know who rented it, but somehow the movie Mean Girls ended up at our house for a 7 night rental. And whoever put it into the DVD player and turned it on and let Chrissa watch it made a BIG mistake. I swear, the whole family has been forced into watching that movie 5 times now. Chrissa l-o-v-e-s it.
"I'd rather watch A Walk To Remember." Elizabeth said dreamily, and a few of the other sisters sighed happily.
"Ew, hell no! Sisterhood Of The Traveling Pants 2!" Erin protested.
"Nooooo way. Legally Blonde!" Kit crowed.
I sighed. Family fun.
-Sonali
"Sonali, pass the glue?" Kit looked up from her work to ask.
"Sure." I picked up the half-empty tube and passed it over.
Looking down at my own measly pile of cheesy cards, I decided quickly to make another one. I carefully cut a pink heart out of rosy cardstock and made a lace border to match it. Picking up a Crayola marker, I started to write on it.
Dear Sal,
You may not know me, but I am not, in any way, sending you this Valentine because I love you. Truthfully, I am the farthest thing from loving you. You WISH I loved you. But I don't. Stay away from Bethie, because she was the best thing in your world and you screwed up big time.
Happy Valentines Day!
-Anonymous (and entirely not your Valentine)
Just for emphasis, I drew a juicy heart at the bottom. Laughing to myself, I threw it into my pile of cards to deliver. There was a Valentine for Bridget, a Valentine for Ms. Pike, a Valentine for each of my sisters, a Valentine for Bethie, a Valentine for Bethie's family, and finally.. a Valentine for Peter. I know, it sounded stupid. He had a girlfriend, for gods sakes. And I know that I'll probably just regret it later. But lately I've been sort of nostalgic and melancholy and all movie-like.. And I've been acting sort-of.. well.. wise, if you had to put a name on it.
I've been thinking that maybe not every day should be wasted, like I usually do. I should start spending my time being thankful, or at least more thankful than I was. I doubt I'll ever be truly happy -- happiness just isn't in my blood.
But I'm going to start living in the day. I knew that I needed Peter to know how I felt. Because if I died tomorrow, then I'd be sad that I never told him. Or anyone, besides Bridget, my sisters, Bethie, her sisters.. Agh, nevermind. Maybe its just Peter who doesn't know. Which is.. odd.
The sound of scissors scraping back and forth appeared close to my ear. Much, much closer to my ear than comfortable. I fidgeted and turned my head slowly to see Julia snipping her pair of safety scissors playfully while gripping in her hand a piece of my hair (that was attached to my head, by the way).
"Tell me who that Valentine is for, or else say bye-bye to contest-winning locks." She smiled deviously.
I laughed. Julia and I had become closer. Much closer. I could tell her a lot.
"Well.. it's kind-of to Peter." I whispered.
"No way no way no way!" She spazzed.
"SHHHH!" I clapped my hand over her mouth.
The whole room of sisters turned to look at us. It must have looked odd, seeing Julia with scissors in her hand, still gripping my hair, and me, clapping my hand over her mouth like a bandit.
"What's going on..?" Kirsten giggled.
"Um, nothing." Julia and I said in unison as we struggled to get back to our previous normal positions.
Chrissa jumped up and hopped around as everyone continued their earlier commotion and conversation.
"Guys, guys! Can we watch Mean Girls? Please please please please pleaaaaaase?" She begged.
"NO, CHRISSA!" Half the room yelled back at her.
I don't know who rented it, but somehow the movie Mean Girls ended up at our house for a 7 night rental. And whoever put it into the DVD player and turned it on and let Chrissa watch it made a BIG mistake. I swear, the whole family has been forced into watching that movie 5 times now. Chrissa l-o-v-e-s it.
"I'd rather watch A Walk To Remember." Elizabeth said dreamily, and a few of the other sisters sighed happily.
"Ew, hell no! Sisterhood Of The Traveling Pants 2!" Erin protested.
"Nooooo way. Legally Blonde!" Kit crowed.
I sighed. Family fun.
-Sonali
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Lots of Screams and Waltzes
I was lying on the couch, eating chips. Another rerun of Phineas and Ferb was just starting when Erin ran into the room flailing her arms madly, and screaming.
"Erin, shut up! I'm trying to watch TV, can't you see?" I immediately wanted to take it back but I wasn't in a very good mood.
"No, but, SONNY!" Erin just couldn't get the words out of her mouth.
I huffed, paused the show, and turned around.
"What is it, Erin?"
"YOU WON AGMA!!!" Erin screamed.
"Are you.. are.. ARE YOU KIDDING?!" The news sunk in.
"NO!"
"You better not be joking around, Ms. McCarley!" I yelled back.
"I'M NOT! ITS TRUE! ASK ANYONE!" Erin started again to flail her arms and dance.
"AHHHH!" I hopped off the couch and joined Erin in a dance.
We waltzed around the room, screaming our heads off.
Kirsten came in, flustered.
"What are you two doing at --" She started.
"I WON AGMA!" I said at the exact same time as Erin yelled "SONNY WON!".
Kirsten yelped. "You're kidding?!"
"NOPE!", Erin and I said, again in synch.
"YAY!" Kirsten ran off to tell everyone.
"AND YOU'RE GOING TO CO-HOST WITH SHANNON FROM SUNNYSHINEAG!"
"OH!" I grinned.
This was going to be fun.
-Sonali
"Erin, shut up! I'm trying to watch TV, can't you see?" I immediately wanted to take it back but I wasn't in a very good mood.
"No, but, SONNY!" Erin just couldn't get the words out of her mouth.
I huffed, paused the show, and turned around.
"What is it, Erin?"
"YOU WON AGMA!!!" Erin screamed.
"Are you.. are.. ARE YOU KIDDING?!" The news sunk in.
"NO!"
"You better not be joking around, Ms. McCarley!" I yelled back.
"I'M NOT! ITS TRUE! ASK ANYONE!" Erin started again to flail her arms and dance.
"AHHHH!" I hopped off the couch and joined Erin in a dance.
We waltzed around the room, screaming our heads off.
Kirsten came in, flustered.
"What are you two doing at --" She started.
"I WON AGMA!" I said at the exact same time as Erin yelled "SONNY WON!".
Kirsten yelped. "You're kidding?!"
"NOPE!", Erin and I said, again in synch.
"YAY!" Kirsten ran off to tell everyone.
"AND YOU'RE GOING TO CO-HOST WITH SHANNON FROM SUNNYSHINEAG!"
"OH!" I grinned.
This was going to be fun.
-Sonali
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