Ahhhhh...Jeremy likes me. He said he likes me! I mean, he likes me-likes me! I so like-like Jeremy, too. No. No I don’t! I LOVE Jeremy Wilkes! He’s such a total hottie! Mrs. Tory Wilkes. Mrs. Jeremy Wilkes. MRS. Jeremy Wilkes. Lady Victoria Wilkes. Countess of – of what? Countess of – hmm – Wilkesville! Oh gosh, I like the sound of that! How cool would that be? We’ll have a big, traditional wedding with all our friends and family there. He’ll look so handsome in his tux and I’ll wear the most beautiful crystal, pearl and silk dress from Vera Wang ever. And everyone would practically die because we’d look so good together! And Marlene Thompson would be so jealous too! Ha! And then, we would have this great honeymoon in Hawaii. Swimming in the ocean and luaus and stuff. And then, we’ll come back and move into our cute little condo that I would decorate in blues and greens since I know those’re Jeremy’s favorite colors – although the bathroom should be magenta, because that’s my favorite color. After all, I should have a say in these things too! And then, we’d save up until we could buy our first totally adorable house. It would be just like one of those charming cottage places the realtors always talk about in their ads. And then, I’d get a job and I’d work hard so Jeremy could finish med school. And then we’d have two incredibly sweet and great-looking kids. With Jeremy and me as parents, how could they be not be? And then everyone would say we were the perfect couple – and the perfect family. And then, maybe I’d go back to school to be an interior designer or maybe a forensic pathologist, just like on TV. Or maybe I’d start my own company, too. And we’d be the most successful and happy couple on the planet.But then...But then, Marlene Thompson would come to work for Jeremy as his receptionist. Because Marlene Thompson has always liked-liked Jeremy and she’d still be trying to hang on him like a coat on a stupid bent wire hanger at the back of the stupid closet, because she’s like that. Oh yes she would! And then Jeremy would start staying late at work because she’d flirt with him – and he’d like it. And he’d flirt back because he’s like that too. Oh man - he’s so insincere! I can’t believe he’d cheat on me with Marlene Thompson! What did I ever see in Jeremy Wilkes! I can’t believe I could be so stupid. I’m gonna tell him just what I think of him and then – “Oh, hi Jer-e-my! What am I doing sitting here on the floor by your locker? Oh nothing. You know...”
I can’t go back to class now. There is no way I will be able to concentrate after smoking that stuff. Why did I ever let Sandy talk me into it? I feel weird and that clock looks strange. My head want stop spinning. Is this suppose to be fun, I m not having fun. I am never going to smoke that stuff again.Sandy is so wild. Sometimes I wish I could be like that, carefree. “Miss what are you doing in the hall?”“Oh, no it’s Mrs. Margret the school counselor.” I stood up real slow, bracing myself against the lockers. The room was still spinning.She marched right up to me and stared. I was flabbergasted. I think the weed had gone to my mouth because I couldn’t speak. “Man, I am stoned.” I thought, shaking my head.“Miss, did you hear me? Why aren’t you in class?” She starred harder. I stared back.“I think you better come with me.” She said, taking hold of my arm and that’s when the world went dark. The next thing I knew I was waking up in the nurse’s office.I was lying on that big green sofa that always smelled like Clorox. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Was I dreaming or am I still stoned. The nurse walked in.“You are awake, good.” She walked over to me and shined a light in my eyes. “Ouch!” A sharp pain went straight to my head. “What happened?” I asked.“You fainted honey and hit your head on the lockers.” The nurse was fixing me a bag of ice.“I fainted.” I was trying to remember what had happened. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I was sitting in the hall stoned out of my mind when Mrs. Margret found me. I fainted, great I will be known as the girl who faints from smoking one joint. This is embarrassing.“Can I call my mom, I don’t feel good?” I rubbed the bump on my head.“She is on her way honey, I already called her.” The nurses handed me the bag of ice.I just wanted to go home and forget all about it.
Sherry - wow! We both saw something totally different in the picture, didn't we? Mine's probably more middle grade, while yours is edgy YA. Nice work!
Lightvers, yours was totally cute, I loved it.Yes its so cool how one photo can speak in so many different ways.
Who could've thought that one plus sign could equal so much disaster. How in the world was I going to tell my parents?