Rain– Part 1

“Wait a second, wait!”  There was another thump on the door.

“Lillie! I’m getting dressed, and I know you want to take a shower, but can’t you just wait for two minutes?” I yelled. Lillie, my twin, was always on a date. And I, poor little me, have never been on one date. Then finally, I scored one with the hottest boy in town. It was a dream come true, but, unfortunately, he was only going out with me because I was the only girl he had not slept with already. My best friend, Sarah, denied that. She said that the boy really liked me. Yeah, right.

“Lola! Get out of the bathroom this second!” said Mom

“But Mom, that’s not fair I’ve barely had ½ an hour and Lillie gets 2!!!!” I screamed at her.

“Alright, then, honey, if you say so.”

“I do.”

“If you’re sure….”

“I am!” I yelled back. I was getting kind of annoyed.

“Okay, then, I’ll just tell this nice boy at the door, who’s looking for you, that you don’t want to see him.” She taunted

“Wait,” I screamed, “wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!!!!!!” I ran the brush one more time through my hair and ran downstairs.

“Hi,” I said, very smartly, I might add.

“Hey,” he said back. “You ready?”

“I was born ready.”      

“Then let’s go.”

He walked to his car, opened my door for me and waited until I slid in. He then, very carefully closed it. He was very gentlemanly. He got in on his side and off we went.

          I should tell you a little about my self::

(These are not real. They are made up for the purpose of the story.)

Name: Lola PennyLouise Arguze

Nickname: Lu Lu

Age: 18

Favorite Food: Lasagna

Best Friend: Sarah Evelyn Glassman

Gender: Female

Pets: 3 dogs, 1 bunny, 1 horse, 2 cats, 4 turtles, 19 fish, and a hedgehog.

Prefer to Date; Men or Women: ?

 

          About the last one, yeah, I don’t know. I think that I like men, but sometimes I catch myself staring at women thinking about having a relationship with them. I tell myself that every girl at least a few times in her life will think this. But I know that that isn’t a fact. So I have to leave that space blank….

From the Diary of Claire

Sunday, January 03, 2010

Dear Diary,

I am so sad. I have to break up with Shane. I don’t want to. Believe me, I really don’t want to. But Oliver said that if I don’t break up with him and marry, wait for it, waaait for it, Oliver would kill Shane. Well, he didn’t say that I had to break up with Shane, just that I had to marry Oliver and that I didn’t tell any one that he was forcing me to marry him. Well here I go. Oh, God please don’t make me. Oh please, please, please don’t make me hurt Shane. Please don’t make me marry Oliver. I would do anything, anything, to not marry Oliver. Oh God, please don’t make me. Well, here I go. Better get it over with.   

                                                                              Claire

 

Sunday, January 03, 2010 (Later)

Dear Diary,

Hey I broke up with him and let me tell you, he was really upset. Not so much because I broke up with him (Although he was really upset about that too) but because I just walked in on him, forgetting to knock. Anyway, I broke up with him. Sigh. The wedding is tomorrow. Apparently, Oliver has been planning this wedding for a looong time. He thinks I am a perfect wife. He is wrong. He has admitted to having a secret obsession with me from the first moment he saw me. He says that it has turned into love. I think that he is lying. That Oliver just wants me for his own personal needs. Oh well. I will report to you tomorrow before the wedding.

                                                                               Claire

  

Monday, January 04, 2010

Dear Diary,

Today, I am going to get married. I told Oliver that if I was going to be his wife, that I get to make one demand. He gave me this long lecture that back in the olden days, men could choose which woman they wanted and the woman couldn’t do anything about it. That they had to do everything the men wanted them to do. I gave Oliver a long lecture about how it was 2010, not 1432, and about how it didn’t work that way now. Eventually he agreed and I told him what I wanted. I told him that he had to invite Shane, Eve, and Michael. He agreed and sent them the tickets. There was a major fiasco when they opened the letter. I was called down from my room and questioned. I lied through my teeth about how Oliver was really a great guy, that I loved him, that I was sorry that I didn’t tell them, that this was my final decision and it was all my own decision, that I was still a virgin (at least this one was true), that I hoped that they would come to the wedding, and yadda, yadda, yadda. Eve was pretty upset that I hadn’t asked her to be my maid of honor like we planned for when I got my married. There were a lot of questions and a lot of answers/lies said for me to get them to accept what I was saying but I don’t think that they ever actually believed what I was saying but they had no choice. It was very hard to believe, if it had been Eve instead of me, I knew that I wouldn’t believe her. I had no choice.

                                                                        Claire.

Goddess’s Secret of Love

The sky is full of clouds. Gray clouds. I am feeling sad today. I am thinking about The Morganville Vampires again. My daydream right now is about the time in the second book where Shane’s Dad comes to his house. Shane locks in Eve and Claire in Eve’s room. Then one of Frank’s, Shane’s dad, biker buddies  comes into the room and tries to rape the girls. I imagined that instead of Michael showing up, even though he is supposed to be dead, Claire uses her necklace, oops, sorry, forgot to tell you about that anyway she uses her necklace to cut off his head. When Shane comes back and sees the head unattached to the body, Eve and Claire have to explain to him about the necklace. Claire gets down on her knees to heal the guy while Eve tries to comfort Shane. That’s all I got so far. Anyway, I’ll tell you about the necklace. It is amethyst with one pure pearl sitting right in the middle of the amethyst which is shaped like a heart. The string is clear. It is made of the clearest diamond in the world. It is made so thin that when the necklace is on, you can’t even see the diamond. It just look liked the heart-shaped amethyst w/ the purest perfectly round pearl in the middle is hanging there by itself. The necklace is called the Goddess’s Secret of Love. It will do anything you tell it to do. But it can only be worn by one person, the goddess. Now you are probably are wondering why Claire is wearing it. It is because she is the Goddess in human form.       

Goddess

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Please do not read the following story if you are a deeply religous christian. I am sorry if you read this and are offended. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

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 I felt  this feeling in a place in my heart. A feeling of longing is what it was. I wanted to believe in something. I tried not believing in anything. That didn’t work because as I said before I want to believe in something. After that I tried believing in the Greek Gods and Goddesses. That didn’t work because there are too many of them and I couldn’t remember them all. Then I tried the roman ones. Same thing. I tried believing in God. But I couldn’t do it. My soul pulled me elsewhere. To Goddess. Then I started thinking about where I heard that from. I don’t remember exactly where I heard it but I thought about it. When I started believing in her, I thought God wasn’t real. With that I felt so close. Then I felt another feeling in my heart. It  was the fact that there so much pain and death and poverty. I came up with an answer. The answer was that God was real but that wasn’t his true name. His true name was the devil. He started to do things so people would believe in him but he is a horrible monster….

Fire

The flame danced in front of her eyes. What am I going to do? She thought. Tear-soaked, Salt-crusted; The photos were lying scattered around her. She clutched the knife in her hands, The photos, the photos of him, him with her. She dropped the knife and grabbed them. She watched her hands as the photos flew into the fire. She crawled toward the flames and Reached out to them. Her hand burned, she cried out loving the pain, but hating it at the same time. She put the burned, flaky hand over her heart and decided. She took the knife and the pain was unbearable. She fell on the floor. Why did you do this to me? Were her last thoughts.

Blood-Stained Dress

Oh no!! He saw his girlfriend in her prom dress; stained in blood. I have to hide her!! He thought. It had happened earlier today, when he found out that his girlfriend was going to prom with another guy. He had been so mad that night. He had gone to her house and meant to yell at her. She had been so frightened that she backed up against the wall, forgetting that her shelf was there. Her head hit it, and she died almost instantly. So now here she was lying on the bed in her house, her mother calling for her to come downstairs. He gently took her dress and hung it up in the closet, then he picked her up and threw her out the window into the bushes. Then he jumped out himself and got his car and went to prom. There he danced with the girl of his dreams. And no one ever suspected that he killed the girl in the blood-stained dress.