Missed Letters

Everyone was chatting amongst themselves and I just stood in the background. People were pushing and shoving in the lunch line and shoveling their sandwiches down they're throats. The girls were pointing in my direction, laughing at my old jeans I was supposed to wear, because it had been the only long jeans at my house at the moment. I was back from vacation and all my friends were still in Disney Land, getting on board to some fantastic ride. All the other girls at my school had a great tan and were giggling about their vacation. I was supposed to be among them, laughing with them and telling my actual friends my story. I really needed them right now, I didnt want to be a sad old bird that had come from my own vacation without looking like I had fun. They all wrote letters, yes i remember them, telling about the great sun and the beach. While I was stuck in Japan. Cold and rainy all vacation. It wasnt supposed to be cold and all, but some huge typhoon had to ruin my days.

I wish I had read those letters; those letters that were written in fancy hotel stationary, those letters where their memories were written; tearing them away from the sun, and into they're hotel rooms just to write some letter about forgetting to put sun-block and getting sun burnt. Just for me. I felt bad and I wanted to run away and write them a letter. Fast. I slipped onto the nearest table filled with exited girls. And wrote a letter in my head. Saying how I was sorry i missed they're letters. And how i absoloutely adored my trip to Japan. And my best freinds would have to be true to each other. No matter what. We'll stick together, through letters and e-mails and even if we see each other about school. We'll stick together like remote would on a T.V if we're far off, we could still be unseperable.

New Friend

She flustered as her name in the role call was called.
"Nathalie!", her teacher boomed through the large classroom. She raised her hand , she was new to this school. Old fashioned and dusty; her mother retorted when Nathalie tried to argue about the school. Her mother made a candid opinion about the school.
All the girls, who looked snobby and posh, as if they were going to make debut appearance to a new T.V show, as they swirled around in their seats to look at her, once more she felt her cheeks turn red, as red as her tight neck-tie around her neck. She felt almost obnoxious. She tried not to frown, or smile stupidly, Nathalie aspired to just hide under her table and sob. But she stood seated, trying to look bold and clever, ready to confront anyone who teases her. But inside she felt her heart pounding like a drum thundering in an orchestra.
At recess, all the girls went off in cliques. Nathalie stood at the doors, waiting for someone to come up to her and ask if she wanted to play. No body did. She glanced around and saw a girl swinging on the swings. Nathalie walked over, trying not to run away or trip in front of her.
"Hey! Is anyone using this swing?" Nathalie asked, looking at the girl and pointing to the swing.
"Sure, go ahead" the girl replied simply, not even looking at Nathalie. She wanted to say a funny joke and be smart and bubbly, but she just felt like a shy girl with no friends.
"So, where did you come from?? I'm Minnie by the way. Your new right??" the girl on the swing asked. Nathalie smiled, for what felt like ages, her new friend!

The Accidental Skater

　I decided I kind of liked going to my grandma’s house. It was actually pretty nice, well except for that creaky staircase, and maybe that French doll that glares at you with empty, tunnel like eyes. Anyways, it was always fun, me, my cousin and my sister, the three of us together, never separated.
“Want to help me cook Mari?” my grandmother would ask me in Japanese, I’ll always say,

“Can my cousin and Sara help too?”,

"Of course", my grandma would say but I always remember putting a special tone in my cousin. I was being bratty, yeah I knew. We would always play games behind my Sara’s back; Sara was always fooling around anyway, the favorite of my grandparents, I knew I should have said I didn’t want to, I should’ve said I didn’t need one. But the look in her eyes was too much, she looked a little sad, actually she was.
When my cousin went off to school, my sister and I went to the piano room, our usual place to hang out. We sniggered behind our hands, pouring the oil on to the floor, it all looked wrong to me. The oil looked like blood in the dim light.　
　Well you know what happened after "oil inidents"; okay, well actually...she slid across the floor, like a professional skater, and there was a crash, and all she got was a sprained ankle, luckily.
We said she slipped. we said it was an accident. We said it wasnt us. She said she doesnt know.

Memoir On Monday:Party Spoiler

I remember feeling the coldness, seeping under my blanket, tickling my feet; mixing with the warm toasty feeling in my bed. I got up, shivering and reached for my new coat (it was the only warm wearble thing around) slipping it on, ignoring the rough fabric, I suddenly changed my mind, and threw the coat on my bed. I liked the cold, it was like something I never experienced; the cold clinging to the air and my old pyjamas warming me up just a bit.

It was 7am, still dark; I stumbledin the dark, through the hall, trying not to wake anyone up. I absoloutely loved Christmas mornings, and just creeping under the tree to smell tghe pine scent. (It was a fake tree, but air freshener works) shoot! they're already awake!!! i thought as I heard footsteps. But i was already trying to peek into a small present! I quickly tried to retape it, the gold and red paper ripped right across the present, like red paint will be noticed on white paper...

When it was time to open my presents, mypresent was spoilt, and I was "The party spoiler" I guess I shouldnt let curiosity rome too far Just a bit.

Parties

It's going to be really hard. Breaking it down to her, she's probably going to be agitated, but it's urgent, it cant wait any longer. Besides; a respite is all she needs from all the work she's been doing; it'll keep her mind off of it, in a way. Well, yeah, I didnt spend adequate time with her, but on the other hand, I WILL be disrupting her ways of life.I thought all the way up to her house, I feel like i was toiling up the street. Each step, strenuous. I knew this was a bad idea. In fact, I actually tried to e-mail her earlier, but I felt illiterate and could'nt write a word. In the end, I closed my computer, feeling that I capitulated.I pressed my finger on the buzzer, at her house. I wanted to run; but my feet were permanentley glued to thr door-step. My friend opened the door, already looking eager and ready; I noticed balloons and games set out neatly behind her, "What's up?" she asked, I felt a pang of guilt, "I...I cant come to your sleepover" I reply in a rush. I saw her face droop a thousand meters. "But your the only person who's coming!" she tried to argue. But I repeated my words. "I'm really sorry" I say, and turn and leave.Ieel her sad eyes, boring holes at my neck. I cant tell that I was invited to another party, it's not a confession, but a fact.I went over to my other friend's party, and forgot all about being guilty, my friend, who was adminestering the party, started to get bored. So we started gossiping like crazy. They also were talking about that friend whose sleepover I didnt go to. I felt like, that every gossip was menial work for my ears to take in, I pretnded I had to take a shower, and sped in to the bathroom, breathing in the citrus scnet. My friends indifferent to whether I was gone or not.Then I knew I dont belong to this sleepover, but my best-friend's. I wont mention anyone but I guess it wasnt worth it. I wont go to a hovel but to a friend.