| Beautiful :: Extended Version | Post by: Note from Nicole: Ok so I am rewriting the story so it will be longer so you guys are going to have to wait for more. It isnt as far as it was before... 04/26/2009 |
I still remember her today. Her hazel eyes have never left my mind. At times I sit and look back at those years. How they passed oh so quickly. I have had a few dreams of wavy blonde hair soft enough to touch. I wake at night and think for hours, of how she affected my life, and how it turned out now as it is. I owe her in many ways and I would love to get her back for the negative ways it has affected me. But, if it weren’t for her, I would not be as happy as I am now. So she has my thanks for that. It all started twenty years ago…
My name is Lilly.
I am almost positive I was seventeen at the time. I had still lived in California then, in a nice little house right outside of town. It was just big enough to hold my mother, my father and myself. We were grateful for what we had but we wished to live in a larger house where we didn’t all have to share a bathroom. My father and mother had me at a very young age. My mother and father loved each other very much and my father stayed with my mother after he had gotten her pregnant right out of high school. They raised me to be the way that I am today and my personal opinion is that they did an okay job.
My parents both were in there early thirties. My mother, Nora, was like my best friend. We had a very close relationship and fought rarely. I told her everything and she told me everything. She had other friends and so did I but we always were as close as a mother daughter relationship can get.
My father had been drafted to go to the war about a year before. We all agreed for him to go to make us some extra money so we could just maybe buy a larger house with at the very least two bathrooms. My father had been training for about a six months and they decided to bring him out onto the battlefield. We got calls almost every day from him and whenever we heard his voice it was like breathing after being underwater for way too long. We worried about him a lot but it had never occurred to us the dangers of war.
As for my appearance, I have dark brown that reaches a little past my shoulders, my skin is very tan, but not too tan in a way. I have brown eyes with a star around the pupil. My mother told me that it was very unique but I don’t think it is that amazing.
My mother was tall and pretty; She had a lighter brown hair and brown eyes. She had tan skin like I did. We were in California, almost everyone was tan. Her eyes were a mix of blue and a light brown, she thought it was ugly, but I told her that it was unique, purposefully quoting her statement about my eyes. But I really did like my mothers eyes, they gave me a sense of comfort and loving in her eyes.
It was about the middle of the year at Red Ridge High School, home of the Red Roadrunners. I liked it at my school, I had a lot of friends. But I never brought any home. Most girls have a best friend, but I don’t, I just talk with them at school and sit at the table with them. I had a very good social position even though those girls never saw me outside of school. I would say third or fourth on the chart. It surprised me, but I was content. I was not confident like all of those other girls. I really had no idea how or why I was in the position I was. Hillary and Sara were the two head girls at our school. Hillary, had long black hair with a cute smile and the perfect nose. The kind that celebrities have doctors make for them, she was nice, but critical at times. Girls mostly waited until they got home to eat so they wouldn’t be criticized on what they ate or on how they ate.
I awoke in the morning as I always did. It was not like the beginning of the year, it was over halfway through. I closed my eyes again and tried to go back to sleep until my mom would come in and try to wake me up. When my mother finally did come in she tickled my feet, the only way I would get out of bed.
I screamed and squirmed but she just kept tickling. I finally slid out of bed and went into the bathroom to shower. When I got out I dressed quickly. I ate an apple and walked out the door. I walked quickly to school. I didn’t like driving places, I was low on money so I walked and biked places that were in my range. I started off with my bags and made it to school about ten minutes later.
I walked into the school and saw the usual group of girls in a tight circle. I didn’t see Hillary, but I saw Sara right away, running to me with a huge smile on her face. I smiled back to her and waited for her to give me the news, which I had no idea what had happened or what was about to happen.
“Hillary is moving!” she said, she was making an effort to keep her cool but I could sense excitement in her voice. Her eyes wide in surprise and happiness. I knew she was waiting for an answer so I quickly put together a calm and reasonable response.
“Really? Are you sure?” I asked. My face with a bit of false shock when I had really been expecting it for a long time. Hillary was always talking about moving to Arizona where it would always be hot. Not that California wasn’t hot but… Hotter.
“I’m totally positive,” she almost squealed. Her red hair in her eyes, she swiped it away and her excited eyes me mine once again. “I’m moving to the school in the next town over, it’s closer to my house… So what do you think of all this news?”
“It’s… A lot to take in,” I said, but my mind was racing. There was no head now and… I was either third or fourth. Did that make me head? I would have to wait and see. I watched as she smiled one more time and ran off to the next girl to inform her of the news. I could tell she was pretty thrilled to be the first to know of Hillary’s moving and all.
I walked half shocked to my first period class with Mr. Wright, he taught my History class and I had a B in his class at the time. I was pretty sure that he hated me because whenever he gave out group assignments I was always stuck with the hardest student to work with. A couple weeks ago, I had been partnered with Jasmine Kira, she absolutely refused to do the project with me even after I made an attempt to bribe her. So, I ended up with a D for not including my partner. But, I still learned a lot from his class and that’s all that matters from what my mother told me. So, there I sat, waiting for the weekly assignment that would be due next Monday. I smiled hopefully to Mr. Wright as I sat.
I tried not to look behind me to see the boy of my dreams. His name was Rob, he was sweet, cute, funny, and mostly, available, for the first time in three years. Once he and his girlfriend broke up, hundreds of other girls would stampede him with date offers and phone numbers and stuff like that. But now it was my turn to take home the gold. I couldn’t help myself, I looked back at him and smiled. He smiled back. But I knew it was a friendly smile, he had no feelings for me. We had never actually had a conversation, but I knew he was the guy for me. I looked back to the teacher and braced myself for what was to come.
“Ok, so this weeks assignment is going to be on Shakespeare and his history. I know it sound like eighth grade stuff but it gets harder, you must also find one of his plays and select a single scene and act it out. Oh, and you have two weeks for this one. Do the best you can and please, keep it rated G,” he said with a smile. He began going down the list of partners. Soon, all of the bad kids were gone, it was just a couple strange kids and then me and Rob. Finally he reached the bottom and I was shocked.
“Rob and Lilly,” he said, and I swear he shot me a look as if to say, your welcome. I shot a gracious look back and turned back to Rob. He smiled to me and I smiled weakly back. I turned away quickly. I knew my face was red. I felt stupid but I was so happy. My heart raced until the end of class when it was beginning to go back to normal just to be sped up when he stopped me at the door.
“How about you come to my house this Saturday? We can choose a play and scene,” he said. I nodded. I had no idea what to say. “We can get the history report done next week. I made one a couple years ago; we can just make it more… Mature.”
I watched him walk away. He had blue eyes and blonde hair. He looked so… Delicate. He was more sensitive than any other guy I had ever met. He was not one to judge. Looks meant nothing to him from what I knew. The sight of him made me swoon, the look he always had on his face gave off that romantic vibe if you understand what I mean. I just felt like hugging him sometimes. But I told myself no. He was like this big, hansom teddy bear!
I walked with confidence to my next class. My life was perfect, or at least I was very content. To me I had all I could ever need. I sat down in my next class and wrote down my assignment and sat back in my chair. It wasn’t until the end of class that I noticed I was smiling the whole time. Not a stupid grin but a happy smile. I stood when the bell rang and almost skipped to my next class. I just had a lot of bounce in my step.
At lunch I sat down with all of the girls including Hillary and Sara. They sat with their legs crossed and a face caked with make up. I smiled kindly to them and sat down. Looking around the table I saw that few people ate but others had a small lunch. I grabbed an apple from the lunch bar and sat down. I took a small bite and chewed slowly. I guess we all just wanted to look good. I smiled to all of the girls at the table and listened in on the conversation between Sara and Hillary.
“Yeah, in a lot of my classes I have heard the teachers talking about a new student coming to our school soon. Luckily, we will be gone by then,” Hillary said with a laugh. I wanted to ask about her but really didn’t think it was that big of a deal. But I did wonder why Hillary was happy to be gone when she arrived. Hillary never really cared about new girls and greeted them kindly but not caringly.
“Same here!” Sara said. “I hear that she was kicked out of her last school.”
“Really? Why was that?” I was dumb enough to cut in. They both turned to look at me. Hillary smiled but Sara looked at me as if to scold me for interrupting.
“She was causing a distraction,” she said with a smile. Her green eyes twinkled with excitement. She looked at me waiting for me to add to the gossip. I had no intention of ruining this new girls life before she even got to our school. I didn’t like gossip too much. It seemed a bit… Snobby.
“Hmm,” I said plainly and walked over to the trash and threw away the core of my apple. I rolled my eyes when I was out of sight of the rest of the girls and walked to my next class and sat. Math was my next class and I had no desire to even listen to anything my teacher said. But, since tests were near I wrote down almost every word the teacher said that had to do with math. When the bell finally rang I stood up quickly and walked to my next class.
After the final bell I walked out of the school and talked with my friends before I started my walk home. I looked at the sidewalk as I walked along down the street, not wanting to go to the gym but knowing I should stay in good shape for the basketball season. I was under a great deal of pressure to make the Varsity basketball team. I loved the sport, of course. But my grandmother and mother always were amazing players, and I felt obligated to keep up the “tradition.”
I wrote down a quick note for my mother, even though I went to the gym almost every day after school, she was still a bit of a worrywart and I wouldn’t want her to worry. I put on some shorts and a basketball T-shirt and jogged down to the gym. I jogged on the treadmill for about twenty minutes and then walked onto the basketball court to shoot a couple hoops before I went back home. Plus, I needed to work on my shooting figure.
After a couple simple one-man shooting drills I walked home to cool down. I walked inside and showered. My mother would be home in thirty minutes, enough time to order a pizza before she got home. One thing about my mother was, she was a terrible cook. When she would make me cereal, sometimes she would spill the milk and make a mess. So, my dad would make us amazing meals like Italian food and Mexican food and other
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