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Hopeless Fashionista: can't figure out where i was going with it... so i deleted it until i can figure it out
Living on crazy dreams: check it!
I don't care what you say, or really how you say it. all i care is you say what you mean
and speakhow you feel Don't be fake, and we wont have issues =)
With age not only comesresponsibility, bills, andhigher expectations
but also respect, wisdom, and perfection.
As is with all things, you must take the good with the bad
and the happy with the sad.
Quote #1790258
was made by kelda76
on 25 Aug 2010 at 18:37:33 and was filed under school.
If you really knew me (i guess this is number two) you'd know that whenever i hear a song, i can close my eyes and mentally choreograph a dance. you'd also know that a. i can't dance and b. i havent taken dance lessons since i was five
you'd also know that when i walk into an empty room, i mentally design the room and think clearly through every color and piece of furniture.
you'd know, finally, that i would never admit either of these things to anyone, especially my parents. My mom would think it was a gift from God and that i should create my future around my dreams and my dad would completely shut down the idea, saying it wouldn't be realistic to go into an artsy career.
We caught one more wave back to shore and planted our boards in the sand next to where Pete and Lakin were sitting.
“Hey, Jaela and I are going to check out the spot. You want to come?” Brayson said to Pete
“As tempting as that sounds, I was going to show Lakin around a little bit… why don’t we meet up at Henley’s bistro at 6 for dinner?” Pete responded
Brayson turned to me and said “I don’t know about you, but im going to change out of my wet clothes… I’ll meet you back here in ten minutes?”
“sounds good!” I said, turned, and ran up the stairs into Henley’s house.
I changed into a light pink tank top and white Bermuda shorts, slipped on brown flip flips and pulled my salty hair into a braided pony tail.
Brayson met me on the back deck and we walked around the house to begin our journey on foot.
“Jaela! Why don’t you guys ride bikes?” Henley shouted from the front door “I have a couple in the garage.”
I looked at Brayson, and he looked completely crushed.
“Good idea Henley! Thanks!” I said running to the garage, Brayson followed. I knew he didn’t really want to ride bikes, he probably wanted the romantic walk, but I don’t want to rush into anything especially right now.
We hopped on the bikes and he led the way. We rode through main street and took a left onto Maple street and rode for about a mile. Brayson pulled over on the right and let the bike fall onto the kick stand, I did the same.
“we can’t ride bikes through here. I’ve tried it, but there are too many tree roots.”
So, he took my hand, holding on through the intense shock, and we started through the wooded area.
After a few minutes, he spoke up.
“This… is bayou bridge.” He said as we approached an ancient looking bridge. It was made of stone and almost completely covered in moss.
“Just like in the song.” I whispered
“well, I named it bayou bridge just now.” He said laughing alittle, “I discovered it when I was eight and I couldn’t figure out a name for it until now.”
“wow,” I said, “I bet you and your sister played around here a lot when you were little.” I sat on the edge of the bridge and looked into the brook that ran beneath it. Tiny fish were jumping around. I looked up at the trees surrounding me, weeping willows, how much more fairytale like could this get?
“well, actually” he said rubbing the back of his neck, “I’ve never shown this to anyone. Ever.”
“oh, well the way you said ‘the spot’ to Pete earlier I figured he’d been here with you before.”
“Oh, the spot is the next stop…”
Quote #1782489
was made by kelda76
on 23 Aug 2010 at 17:44:31 and was filed under story.
