my story

i know i didn't get 5 comments but I'm bored and i almost finished my first chapter so here it is so far...


O.W.E.N.

By: //////////////

Crystal

Alarms rung loudly next to my ear. The stupid air force sound to them made my eyes crack open. “Ugh, stupid alarm it better be later than nine…” I tried to say but fell back asleep. To my dismay the alarm kept beeping and I forced myself over to somewhat face my dresser. “Ugh, stupid alarm clock” I turned it off, incoherently slapping it until it stopped beeping. Then I looked at the time. “Six fifty!!! What’s wrong with this stupid thing!?” It was Friday; I just had one more day then my weekend.
I looked at the stuff that was on top of my dresser; just a few papers, a cup of water half full, mom and dads’ wedding picture and a picture of my dad in uniform, smiling and happy. He was pretty handsome. No wonder my mom fell for him. He had blond hair that curved perfectly around his circle shaped face. He had a faint golden tan to his skin. All in all he was pretty good-looking, for a dad anyway.
Today would mark the third year my mom and I were without my dad. He was drafted by the navy to be in special training for weapons. When his crew was in target practice another soldier shot him in the back by accident. That shot killed him. I was just 12 years old when that happened.
Two weeks ago my mom was drafted by a naval station in Nevada to train so she could be shipped to Iraq when the day comes. So we moved here and I was just about to finish my third week of school in Nevada.
The whole new town, new school thing didn’t affect me much. We moved just about every half a year since I was in preschool. My mom and dad were always being trained in different places. I didn’t like un-packing and packing so much but I could live with it. I had to. If it brings food to the table and a roof over my head I was fine if we moved to Germany. My mom really loved her job protecting the U.S. so I just went along with it. If it made her happy I was too. I didn’t really like the thought of her being shipped off to fight in a war because of how my dad died but I wasn’t going to tell her that.
My mom and I got along alright; it wasn’t like we were best buds and everything, that was something I did with my dad. She regrets that we don’t spend enough time together as it is. She works early mornings and late nights and sometimes on the weekend she never knows when she is going to be called in for training. I like the quiet time by myself but it can always get lonely.
I remember that she hadn’t always worked crazy hours. When my dad was still here he would come home early and pick me up from school and we would hang out and wait for mom. Then we would just hang out and just have family moments. With all this extra work my mom is doing she always comes home tired and sort of grouchy. She would take a shower turn on the TV and I would bring her the food I made and then she’d probably go to bed or stay up depending on how her day went.
Those days before everything were great they weren’t phenomenal they were just what I thought of home. The alarm clock went off again saying that it was now 7’oclock the time the alarm was supposed to wake me up. I sighed then I got up, picking out clothes for the day and walking down the hall to the little bathroom. I turned the water up as hot as it could go then jumped in trying to wash off all the memories that flooded my brain every time I looked at that picture of my dad. He was just so happy and innocent… it wasn’t fair… not for him, not for me and not for my mom. I really tried not to cry so I got out of the hot shower and started to get dressed.
I wiped the steam from the mirror and looked at myself. I looked pretty decent, I guess. I wasn’t shocking but I looked okay. I had a slight tan to my skin I got from my moms’ dark olive colored skin, but my dad’s paler skin balanced it out. I had medium length dark black brown super curly hair. I didn’t look bad but I guess my downfall was my height. I am exactly 5 feet; hopefully I’m going to get…say a 4 inch growth spurt soon. I looked at my clothes; they were okay nothing flattering like a miniskirt, like I would ever wear one, just a blue t-shirt with silver cassettes and purple faded stars. Then my infamous ripped jeans and classic vans. I looked okay; I liked it so it was fine for me. I try not to be influenced by what people might think. They should like me the way I am. Right?
I walked down the hall shivering as my soaking wet hair met with the colder air that went threw the house. Dropping my night clothes off in the hamper I walked into the kitchen checked the time and got out a bowl. I looked in the pantry for any type of cereal. “I guess I’m stuck with cheerios.” I sighed and got out a spoon and our gallon of milk. I made my breakfast then looked in the fridge so I could decide what to make for dinner. There was roast beef, potatoes, onions and carrots… that was enough for a pot roast. I threw everything into the crock-pot, with a few extra ingredients, turned it on hi, downed my breakfast and ran out the door to the bus stop on the corner.
The bus was already waiting for when I turned the corner at the end of my street. I ran down the street and flung my self onto my usual seat, the first seat right in back of the driver. I had at least a half hour until we would get to the school so I took out my lifesaver, the blue I-pod I had gotten last Christmas, and tuned out everyone on the always loud bus.
We got to school by eight so I had ten minuets until my first class would start. So as usual I walked to the hallway where my homeroom was and sat down next to a poster. I waited, occasionally texting friends, waiting for the bell to ring. When it did I walked to my class and hurried to my seat.
My first class/homeroom was okay it was English, I was pretty good in that subject plus it always helps when you have a really young over ecstatic teacher. As everyone filed in I pulled out my note book and started to write the assignment on the board. “Class, excuse me class?!” I looked up at my teacher; there was a student next to him looking kind of shy. “Class this is Owen Shultz, he just moved here from… uh… Owen?” Mr. Oliver looked at Owen
“Um, I moved here from Arizona.” He had sandy blondish hair he was pretty tall too. Everyone was looking at like he was something to eat, we lived in a really small town so a new kid was really rare and everyone wanted to be his or her friend. I know this first hand but luckily I found some good friends and not some fake ones. I kind of felt sorry for him maybe I’ll take him under my wing so he can get some real friends too.
“Um alright, Owen you can sit next to Crystal, Crystal raise your hand so Owen knows where you are.” I reluctantly raised my hand knowing that I was being embarrassed right there. Owen came over, sat down and pulled his backpack under his new desk. “Alright, class, get out a blank piece of paper and finish the assignment on the board then get into your Romeo and Juliet groups, Owen you can be in Crystals’ group. Did you start to read Romeo and Juliet?” Mr. Oliver waited for Owens’ answer.
“Oh, um yeah we were finishing act 5 in my old English class.” He talked really quietly and really shy. I don’t think I was that shy, but then again I wouldn’t really talk to anyone.
“Oh good we’re just finishing act 5 too, you’ll be right in place.” With that Mr. Oliver turned around and went to help a student raising his hand. Since I was in class early I just finished my assignment and was thinking if I was going to be brave enough to say “hi” to Owen. Maybe he would be braver and say the first “hi”. I’ll just wait till he finishes the assignment.
“Hi I’m Owen Shultz, I just moved here so… what’s your name?” I turned over and saw Owen smiling at me. He seemed a lot braver now than he did up in front of the class. I noticed that he had really pretty bright blue eyes and a nice smile.
“Hi I’m Crystal Richards, you can call me Crissi though; I just moved here two weeks ago too.” I tried to do a nice smile but I was pretty nervous so I’m not to sure how that went. “Um what classes do u have next, we might have a few classes together.” I tried to turn away so I couldn’t embarrass myself, which I have a knack for.
“Oh yeah, I just got my schedule today. I hope we have a few classes together. I would like that.” Crap, he was making me blush. I hope I didn’t look too impressed. I just smiled as he handed me his already wrinkled schedule.
“Wow you have the exact same classes I do, even the same P.E. period. Wow this is really cool; we could hang out today and you could meet my friends. They’re really cool, I hope you’ll like them.” I tried not to look at him so he couldn’t see me blushing. “Um, let’s go into our groups, we meet near the front of the class.”
“Oh wow I really am in all of your classes that’s cool, okay so we’re in the front of the class?” Owen looked at me expectantly, so I got up and started to walk to the front of the class from the back where I liked my desk. “Wow, you’re short.” Thankfully he didn’t say that loud enough for everyone to hear.
“ Um… Thanks I feel… uh … flattered, I guess.” He caught my heavy sarcasm and looked ashamed. “Well,” trying to make him feel better, “it’s not my fault your, what a six foot freaking tall guy.” I laughed a little and so did he; this didn’t make me feel as bad anymore.
“Okay class, you should be in your groups by now and start reading over act 5. When everyone is done we can watch act 5 of the movie.” Owen and I had already started reading. After we had watched the movie and class ended, the 2 classes I had before lunch went by super fast.
Owen was introduced in every class, had somehow found a seat near me, and tried to start up a conversation but it would always die down when the teacher started talking. When the lunch bell rang Owen was right by my side yet again making me feel tinier than I was already was. “So where do you eat lunch? Do you buy lunch? I don’t. School lunches are disgusting.” He just looked at me with those big blue eyes, they made me laugh.
“We just eat in the science hallway. You just have to walk outside. I hate school lunches too.” I held out my brown paper bag filled with my sandwich, cookie, chips, and a water bottle. I walked down the hallway and all my friends were sitting up against the blue colored lockers. “Hey guys, this is Owen.” My friends turned around and waved to us. “Owen this is Griff, Kate, Jessi, Jordan, and Brandon.” I pointed them out. “Griff, Kate, Jessi, Jordan, Brandon this is Owen.” Owen waved and said ‘hi’ and my friends did the same thing.
I sunk down next to Kate and Owen slunk down next to me. I took out my I-pod and started to dig into my PB&J sandwich. “What kind of music do u listen to?” instead of trying to talk with a mouthful of sandwich I handed Owen my I-pod set onto my top rated. "Cool I like alot of hard rock too. Who's your favorite aritst?"


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