Sci Fi & Fantasy / Untitled (Analysis)

When I was a little girl, every night, My mother use to tuck me in bed, and tell me a fairytale to put me to sleep. She told me so many stories, she practically could’ve written the Brothers Grimm stories. She never read me anything, all of her stories came from heart. She would tell me some happy ending stories, like Cinderella, Snow White, Little Red Riding Hood, and the Enchanted Maiden. Some of her stories also had a horror twist, like Bluebeard. But no matter what, I always loved falling asleep to her stories. They always gave me dreams about my own fairytale. Growing up, I always wished I can have my own fairytale. I wanted to have my Prince, I wanted to sometimes be saved by the hero,. Sometimes I wanted to be the hero. I wanted to live in magical lands, with extraordinary creatures. Have my own fairytale land. Even be enchanted myself. You ever heard of that statement be careful with what you wish for?…. Go away! Is all I can think of now. My eyes refused to open, and I refuse to make them do so. By the sound of downstairs, it was pretty early. I can hear the stove and something on the frying pan. Probably pancakes or something. “Rye I’m gonna knock your door to the ground!”. My brother Dylan banging on my door with his water gun.. He was trying his best to disguise his voice to sound like some sort of giant. The little child voice in him with his laughter wouldn’t allow that deep voice to come out yet. “Dil go away or I'll knock you down.” I tried to shout but my sore tired voice was all that can come out. It was Saturday morning. My only time to sleep through. Everyone in the house knows to leave me alone on Saturday mornings. But all though they know, they somehow just never went through with that kind of commitment that they promised every Friday evening. I reached for my iPod on my night stand and inserted my head phones. There, I let Drowning Pool do the talking and it let me drift back to my sleep drowning the banging and frying and shouting out. I was actually trying to go back to my dream. I cant remember much of it, but it was interesting. All I can remember was being on top of a cliff over looking a huge body of water. But there was more to it. I just tried so hard to get back in that thought, I tried to bring back the words I was saying the dream, my thoughts at the moment, whatever action that I made, I was trying to think as hard as I can but it didn’t come back. I woke up maybe a few hours later. The headphones had fallen from my ears and my ipod was disconnected from the headphones and was under my stomach. I never thought I was much of a wild sleeper. I glanced at the clock and it was 12:41. I leaned back into bed to think if I had made plans for the day. Just at the thought my cell blasted my Sorrow ring tone. I got up to answer but it wasn’t on the charger. “Fuck.” I got up and started following the ring tone. I found it under my bed which was unusual. “Hello?” “Ew, waking up now?” Chrissy’s voice was booming in my ear. Always too energetic for me. But her voice was something I just never got tired of hearing. “Its Saturday. My serenity morning. What’s up?” “Serenity does not exist Lee. Anyways I know you and River made plans to go to the movie but I got these Eyes Set to Kill tickets and Jay bailed. Can you come instead?” “So you want me to bail on River?” I don’t even remember making plans with her. Damn I’m half asleep right now or just very unorganized. “Well, she can come too I guess. I just don’t have her ticket so she has to buy her own. “ “ I never even heard of these people.” “There new. Really cool screamers. Please ill buy you dinner after.” “You know dinner comes first on a date” “You ass, anyways concert starts at 8. Ill pick you at the plaza.” “Ok, see ya then.” I got up and started waddling my way towards my dresser. Pulled out a new pair of underwear, bra and socks. Then headed to leave my room and enter the bathroom. As soon as I opened the door, I heard a beautiful sound… silence. No one was home. I didn’t seem to care where the hell they went either. I just opened the door and turned on the shower. As I started undressing, I glanced at myself in the full body mirror. My body didn’t seem to agree with me as I got older and went through puberty. As a kid, I ate like a black hole. I fell and scraped up my legs and arms a million times. I burned my hands once. I dyed my hair orange and red and pink when I was 13 and fried it out. You would think I was a fat hideous beast. None of that resembled me now. I am and always was very slim. Not a blemish on my body. Small curves, smooth ivory skin, and long dark curls. I resemble a porcelain doll. Except for the eyes. My eyes weren’t big and blue. They were more like almond and hazel brown. I hated how I looked sometimes. I’m also about 5’9 so everyone always tells me to go model. I don’t need to fill my head up with air. I haven’t gotten any tattoos yet. Being how I am still living at home it was the deal that was made. I live here, no ink. I already aggravated my parents with my bar ring I inserted in my ear. And the two piercing on my eyebrow. I had one on my lip but it was a bother so it was removed voluntarily. I stepped in the shower and washed off. “Oww,” The water always stings my back. No idea why, but it just stings. After I finished the shower I headed to my room in my underwear and put on my blue ripped jeans with my small white plain tee. I’m a very casual person. Always jeans and a plain shirt. I proceeded to put on my black vans sneakers and headed back to the bathroom and gelled my hair. After a some eye liner and dark lip gloss I was done. I grabbed my phone and headed downstairs. I was left with a plate of pancakes and a glass of apple juice. My mother use to leave me note telling me where the family went or she use to call me if I wanted to join. I never was all for their weekend activities. And once I turned 18, I guess they felt to just let me be. Especially how I just graduated high school. The deal is that if I don’t find a college by September then I might as well find an apartment. Well, I am saving up for an apartment so once September comes, college or not, I’m moving out anyways. After my breakfast I started to call River. “River.” River found the need to answer her phone with her name. River wasn’t her real name. It was her middle name. She just prefers to be called River. Shes a deep hippie. But her company is always enjoyable and amusing. “Hey River, its Lee.” “Hey, I was just about to call you. I can’t make movies tonight.” “Oh that’s ok. I was actually going to cancel as well but invite you to a concert instead.” “What concert?” “Eyes, set to Kill.” “Hmm, never heard of them. But I cant. I have to stay home and help my mother. Grandparents are visiting and she’s in her clean mode. As much as I rather not be here, I must be here. Sorry.” “Its cool. Have fun.” Worked out in my favor. It was now 2:53 and I had some time to kill. I headed downstairs and started playing my drums. I got the drums as a gift by mistake when I was 9. They were meant for my older brother but I opened the gift instead. My parents were shocked to how well I reacted to drums. “Wow! Drums!” a little 9 year old me ran to try and play them. I guess my parents didn’t have the heart to tell me they were not for me. At that age, I was adorable and saying no to me was heartbreaking. I guess you can say I was spoiled. But I grew up a whole different way then my parents wanted me to. My father is a Cardiologist Surgeon and my mother was an ex Miss Georgia and later on a College English Professor. Both my parents were raised in etiquettes and proper conversation speakers. My dad made a promise to himself his children would be as proper and intellect as he. My mother on the other hand decided that being too perfect is not for my generation. However she did expect some lady like manners to come from me. Like typical upper class parents, I was put in ballet classes, violin lessons, swimming clubs and gymnastics. And my father noticed how my adorable cuteness was becoming a stunning young stature, I was also put in private self defense lessons. My brothers had less pressure. My older brother is 23 a junior in Yale. Also engaged to his classmate, a perfect airhead I think. And my younger brother Dylan, a little monster he is. 8 years old and is on top of his grades, and does horse back riding lessons. He refuses to do anything else. Its not even the horses, he just loves the riding suit. But even he has manners and table etiquette. Me, on the other hand stopped being the daddy’s little angel and mommy’s little girl when my preteen years kicked in. I lost interest in ballet and the violin. The drums were my favorite and my parents didn’t need to give me lessons on that. I taught myself great. I started dressing like the punk rocker kids to piss my parents off at first when I was 14. But then the style clicked in with me. I felt more comfortable in Chuck Berries and jeans then I did in heels and a plaid skirt. My parents hated the idea of me in jeans and snug tees. But my grades never went below A- and my curfew was never late. I wasn’t a trouble maker. I just didn’t like the world of class no longer. And even though it killed my mother, they remained ok. I guess the biggest headache I caused at home was my license. Dad gave me his card and said “Go get any car you want.” Wasn’t to please with the Harley I brought home. I tried to convince him it was a whole lot cheaper, but that didn’t work. He shouted and made this big commotion over it as if I was bringing home a devil worshipping group or something. I glanced at the clock and decided to head over to the plaza. I got up and grabbed my hoodie and and walked towards the garage. “Hello Kitty.” I said as I stroked my precious Harley. If I wanted to I can get a better looking bike, or newer one at least. But I kept this one as a reminder and little laugh for myself as to who won that little war. I sped down the highway and took no shortcuts. I loved the feeling of being on this bike. Just running loose and being free it feels so great with the wind on my body. I never really wore a helmet but when my Parents are around, I strap it on to please them a bit. I parked on a space all the way towards the side near the fence and towards the entrance so I can see it at all times. 3 Guys about my age maybe a year older were just getting out of their Volvo parked in front of me. “Hey, nice bike.” said What appeared to be the driver as he stepped out of his side. “Thanks.” “What year?” “I honestly wouldn’t be able to tell you. Im not big on the auto scene.” “Ha, its cool.” I waved my finger and headed towards a little deli all the way at the end. I went in and bought a Strawberry flavored water. As soon as I stepped out there was Chrissy as if she was waiting for me the whole time. “Very casual again I see.” She smirked at me sarcastically. Chrissy wished that I’d get more fashionable punk rockfish. She Loved Punked fashion. She always wanted to dress me up like a life size doll. Sometimes, when I was very very bored, I’d just let her. But normally, I prefer to be comfortable. But her style wasn’t so bad. There she stood, light skinned, not as pale as me, and her long blond hair with her bright pink highlights and peek a boo black ones. She had her hair straight, with a little, tiny, crown clip at the top side of her head. She was dressed in white tank with black stripes and blue jeans with pink and back crowns on them. She had a thing with royalty crap. And she was always heavy on her eyeliner. But gorgeous eye shadow. She was planning on becoming a make up artist for bands. I was pretty impressed with her work. All the girls in school would come to her for make up days. Normally the guys in our school only had looks for girls in their own clique. But with Chrissy, her thin small frame, and beautiful green eyes had them melting. But what I loved about Chrissy, she never seemed to care who wanted her. And she never ever flaunted herself as a toy for them. “You know me, Casual and COMFORTABLE” I emphasized comfortable too much that she rolled her eyes. “Wanna stop at my place, we have about 3 hours. And you haven’t been around in forever, not to be rude, but I’m getting bored watching you drum.” “Insulting much! But hey, you never had to watch” “Don’t worry, I never said you were bad! You’re the greatest drummer in the world!” “Cut the drama, anyways Ill follow you, I got the bike.” “Ok.” I strolled on over to my bike. I put my sun glasses on and started to hop on. But as I lifted my leg, I glanced up and I noticed, all the way on the other side of the parking lot, there was a girl in a black coat and platinum blond hair staring at me. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her, but I wanted to look away. I wanted to get on my bike and drive to Chrissy’s but I just couldn’t look away. She really was staring at me. I couldn’t really read her emotion. She wasn’t smiling but she didn’t seem angry. I began to mouthed the words ’What?’ but my concentration broke as Chrissys little Voltswagen pulled in front of me. “Daydreaming?” She called out over her Straight Line Stitch album playing. “No, I was thinking for a second. Go and ill follow.” She sped forward. I was afraid to look up. Thinking like in the movies, the mysterious creature that you see once will disappear when you look back. But I couldn’t help myself. I glanced back up, and to my astonishment, she was still there. But this time, she had a smirk. But I couldn’t read it. This is ridiculous. I shook my head and started the bike, and drove to Chrissy’s.

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