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Post: Braces and a quater of a chapter called Stranger.

I got my braces.

And,surprisingly, they don’t hurt yet.

And I have spacers in my mouth. Which kinda hurt.

And now it’s supposed to take me liek 5 minutes to brush my teeth.

And I got three new books. Whoop-dee-doo.  I got #4 of the percy jackson & the olympians, another book called Untamed, and a third called Brisinger.

At school, there’s been this huge stupid drama about some guy that both B and J.I. like. But they say its more than that. Which I guess it is. But it is sooooo annoying. Yesterday, B went crying to the guidance counselor about it. We’re in 7th grade now. Shouldn’t we be beyond telling some ‘caring and interested’ (a.k.a. nosy and not-caring) adult who’s going to ‘help you through it’ ( meaning she’s going to diagnose you and/or make your friend hate you even more). Anyways, its just pointless. And they both want me to pick a side. And I’ve only known them since like August. I can’t pick sides from that. It took me years to pick my best friend. And even when I thought it was L , it relle turned out to be J ( not the J.I. that I’ve only known for a month).  And B is calling me her new besty ( I believe she’s on the brink of lezzie considering how huggy and ‘i luv u best friend’ish she is, and if you dont know what lezzie is then I’m not telling you) . 

And I get to miss Oct. 6th of school. Because they’re putting more metal in my mouth (I swear they’re going to turn me into a magnet of some-sort).

God, I look horrible with braces on my top-only.  Seriously, I think I liked my other teeth better. But when they come off they’re supposed to look better than my sticky-out-teeth.

Marilyn Manson is a really great singer. I like almost 15 of his songs (No i can’t name them all, so don’t ask me).

My teeth are starting to hurt now. But it’s just the spacers.

You know what I hate about going to new schools? No you don’t. But I’ll tell you. It’s that everyone wants to know who I like. How irriating is that???? Very, Very Irrriating.

Ooooooo. “The Dope Show” Marilyn Manson. That’s what I’m listening to like right this moment. 

I wrote a little bit more to  Papercuts.   But its only a little bit more. like a few paragraphs.  this chapter is called Stranger ( and no Keegan is not the stranger, the stranger is this other dude named sumthing or other)

Here it is:  

And I screamed when I saw who it was. Standing before me was that boy from the party, from the poetry slam. He was actually in my house. Before I was. He knew where I lived. He looked… kind of annoyed at me. Why? What did I ever do to him?
He rolled his eyes at me, “Took you long enough.” What. The. Hell. Took me long enough?! Excuse me Mr.BreakingandEntering but I had absolutely no fucking idea that you’d be here so you can’t call me late because I have absolutely no clue as to why you’re here. His lips moved into a tight line, morphing into an agitated expression. Whoops. Did I say that out loud?
“I didn’t break in. You left you’re window unlocked.” He gestured to my window-wall that had one whole quarter open.
“Huh. I could’ve sworn I left it locked AND closed.” THat seemed to frustrate him. He was probably thinking about who’d been in here first… but maybe I had left it unlocked. Oh well. I cleared my throat, “Why’re you here?” ?” He re-focused his attention back to me.
“You saw something. And we want to know what.” He’d already been sitting on my square-shaped warm brown couch, and now he leaned back as if he expected me to just blurt it out like some little 4-year-old. Not likely.
“Saw something, hmm? When did I supposedly see this ’something’ couldn’tve been recently. I mean, the only thing I’ve seen today is my shrink’s office, some streets, stores, a homeless man, and my house violated.” My arms folded across my chest and I leaned on one leg, shifting my weight to the left. I heard his teeth grinding, and I held back a smile. Maybe he’ll tell me what it was before I tell him what I saw.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about, Kaitlin. I was there. It was at your house. About 2 years ago. You were what? 14? 2 people were murdered there.” He raised his eyebrows expectantly now, knowing that after he said that I’d probably (most likely) remember it (even though I had never and will never forget it). Should I give in? Before I even tell the police the whole story? Probably not. Will I? Yes, definitely yes (eventually). But I won’t blurt it today unless holding it in gets to be too much.
“Nope. Nothing’s coming to me. Are you sure it was me you saw there? Because I heard it was Marcia who found them lying there.” I finished the thought line in my head:Dead. Blood spewing out of almost every part of them both. My ears picked up the sound of his teeth gnashing again. That time I didn’t try to hold back my grin. I just let it spread all across my face. Showing off my not-so-straight dentist bleached-white teeth, “Who are you anyway? An undercover cop? Spy for the killers? Or are you one of them?” He smirked, and my smile vanished into some other world.
“No. I’m not any of those. But why would you even ask? When you’ve already guessed. And you do know who I am. I’m Keegan. A friend of Sophia’s. Since you’re not going to tell me anything, I think I’ll just go. I’ll find you when I think you’re going to talk.” And then he disappeared faster than my smile had a few seconds ago, leaving a small gust of warm air behind him.
When he thinks I’ll talk to him? Jerk. I look around at my spacious home. I wish we could move out of here. Get away from this horrible place that exists in a beautiful city called Seattle.

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One Response to “Braces and a quater of a chapter called Stranger.”

  1. djtheropy Says:
    October 5th, 2008 at 1:45 pm

    if your into books try reading the 2 ive just wrote about ‘Broken by shy keenan’ and ‘Daddys little earner’ also damaged by cathy glass is well worth a read

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