The Bus Ride

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The Bus Ride

Everyday I take the bus to school. It’s a forty-five minute drive to Larks Technical High School. I have to wake up at five in the morning because I have to be at the bus stop by seven. It’s normally a pretty quick ride, but one day the normal bus ride to school went from just a typical day to an eerie and extreme day. It was the first day back to school from summer vacation. It was September 3^rd if I remember it correctly. I was so happy that it was my last year at Larks Technical High School. Even better, I was getting a new car from my parents for my birthday in a few weeks. Trust me, I was stoked. As I headed out my house with a smile; oblivious to the unexpected events that would soon change everything in my life forever-I walked the two blocks to the bus stop.

“Kevin, my man, what’s going on? Dude.” Nigel screamed at me as I walked towards him and the rest of the kids waiting for the bus on Elm Street.

“What’s going on, man?!” I yelled back with a smile. Nigel has been my best-friend since kindergarten. We’re both on the soccer team. If you saw him you’d think he was a football player. He’s a big guy; broad shoulders, thick strong legs, and just an overall fit body. He works out every day and can bench-press 250 pounds! Girls are all over him at school. They think he is cute. I guess he is a handsome guy but I’m not a homo.

“Ready to hit those books, again?” Nigel smirked at me. We both laughed. It was a sunny day but then out of nowhere it became dark and foggy.

“Wasn’t it suppose to be sunny all day?” a girl said

“Yeah” everybody else responded in unison. Nigel and I looked at each other in our bewilderment. It was pretty creepy how it just went from sunny to gloomy in a few seconds. We could barely see across the street. Suddenly, the fog got thicker and we heard the sound of an engine come from the left side of the street. We had to strain our eyes but then we realized it was our yellow school bus coming through the thick mist. For some reason a chill ran down my back. I didn’t feel so happy anymore; something was definitely wrong. When it finally got in front of us the doors stayed shut for ten long minutes.

“Open the door!” Nigel screamed after ten minutes of waiting. The doors opened and we staggered into the bus.

“Hi, kids!” A red-haired woman greeted us. She had the palest skin I’d ever seen. When she smiled at us we got a glimpse of her rather sharp front rotten teeth.

“Why did you too so long to open the doors?” Nigel asked her.

“Sit down, dear” she responded and Nigel obliged. I was astounded. Nigel would have never backed down just like that. He was a stubborn hard head to the core. Something was certainly wrong-I could just feel it. I made my way to where Nigel was sitting.

“Hey, why did you back off so fast?” I asked him.

“Huh” Nigel said with a blank stare. What’s going on I wondered.

“Sit down, children. Off to school we go!” the bus lady chirped with a cold laugh. That laugh was like ice cold water. It gave me chills. I looked around to the other kids; they had the same blank stares as Nigel. It was like they weren’t really there mentally or physically. It was unexplainable.

“I knew you were going to be a bit of work, Kevin, but I’m always up for a challenge.” I heard the bus lady say. Then, she turned and smiled at me. Her eyes turned bright green. I gasped in fear. Then everything went black.

6Dec2009

Dear Jamie

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Dear Jamie

Chapter: 1

I try to think of something to contest. My passion for her was rather unexplainable. She came out of nowhere into my life but due to circumstances I had to leave her. It hurt me more than anybody could ever know; the pain was great. Our story; our love will forever be sacred in this vintage journal I took from my little sister, Emma. A string of words I conveyed to express the things I think and project the right effect. These memoirs are what keeps me from forgetting her; Oh my Jamie.

I was a young lad of 17 in 1939 when I had met Jamie. Father was a marine so we moved a lot. We had moved six times by the time I was nine years old. Finally, we settled in a small town in Maryland named Hancock. It resides in Washington County with a population of less than 2,000. It is also located on the western part of Maryland and only 2 miles wide. At first, I hated it because there was nothing much to do there, but when I met Jamie everything changed.

“Why of all places do we have to end up here?” I asked impatiently to my father.

“You know the answer to your own question, Richard” my father replied.

“There’s nothing here!” I yelled as I stormed up to my room from the kitchen.

“Oh, dear” I heard my mother call out.

“Turn on the radio!” I heard Emma scream. My mother obliged to her request; then we heard it- Nazi Germany had just invaded Poland.

“Germany invades Poland!” said the announcer through the scratchy sounding radio we had propped up on the tile kitchen table. I ran back downstairs to see if it was really true what I had just heard.

“Is it true?” I asked to no one in particular.

“Oh my god” my mother gasped as she put her right hand to her mouth.

“You’d think they come here?” Emma asked.

“If they do try-they’d be sorry” my father responded with a cool look in his eyes. Then the kitchen back door opened and a woman about my mother’s age burst in followed by a younger girl about my age.

“Did you hear, Martha?!” the older woman asked my mother.

“Yes, I did, Bonnie. Its unbelievable.” my mother responded.

“Father is in shock. We have family there.” said the younger girl. I had no clue who these women were. I suppose because I was always locked in my room since we moved here, oblivious to my mother’s rapid friendships with just about everybody that lived in this ghastly town. Nevertheless, I was hypnotized by the younger girl’s beauty. She had dark brown hair than ran to her shoulders and the most beautiful green eyes. Well, they were actually green and grey. She had this silky caramel skin and a smile that could light this whole town. I’ve never been one to fall in love but I was falling for this girl even though I didn’t even know her. I mean she was just so gorgeous.

“Hi, I don’t think we’ve met. You must be Richard. I’m Jamie,” the beautiful girl smiled at me.

“Uh, yeah. I’m….I’m….Richard,” I stuttered. God do I have to be such a dork, I thought. However, to my surprise she smiled at me again.

“Nice to meet you, Richard” she said. “So I’ve heard you’re enlisting in the army”

“Who said that? My mother, of course.” I said exasperated.

“She doesn’t want you to get hurt, that’s all” Jamie said.

“It’s my life. I do what I want.” I told her.

“Ok, Mr. Macho man.” Jamie joked. I tried not to smile. Our parents were now sitting in the living room drinking tea and eating corn bread while intently listening to the radio.

“Hey, do you want to head out to the porch? It’s such a nice day, today.” I asked Jamie.

“Sure,” she responded with a grin.

“You do smile a lot. People might think you’re simple.” I teased.

“I’m happy and there’s nothing wrong with being happy, right?” she said with a smirk.

“No there’s not,” I told her as I opened the door leading to the front porch. We each took a rocking chair to sit in and talked for a while. She said she wanted to be a lawyer someday, travel the world, and have a lot of kids.

“How many you want?” I asked

“Oh, maybe 4. Three boys and one girl,” she said while she looked at her watch.

“Shoot! Its 5:30 and I was supposed to be at the Constance residence twenty minutes ago to babysit their kids!” she yelled. “I have to go” and then she ran down the porch steps. As she ran she yelled out, “Bye, Richie!” I watched as her silhouette disappeared around the corner and did I mention she had an amazing body.

1Dec2009

The Origami Cupcake

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The Origami Cupcake: Chapter 1

Mother never stayed for long. She always came dressed in her exuberant outfits and never matching high heeled shoes. “Flats are for ordinary women. I’m not an everyday woman,” she would say. Father let her do whatever she wanted. He never said no to her because he was afraid she would leave if he ever did. He bent to her every whim and once drove from our home in South Jersey to Brooklyn to get her a cheesecake. She only ate Junior’s cheesecake and nothing else. You see mother grew up on the upper east-side of Manhattan. She is the daughter of a very successful and rich broker. You’d think she’d marry to a rich man but to her parents’ and her surprise she married my dad, Henry. Henry was a server at this Italian restaurant called Vinnies when mother met him. He didn’t have a rich family like she did and had to work two jobs to pay for college.

They met one day in September of 1965. Mother had decided that she would go out to eat with her friends to eat after her last class. Her parents were very over-protective of her. They didn’t want her roaming around the city without a body guard with her. She hated being followed by a steroid using huge dude that scared her more than the strangers her parents were afraid of.

“Sasha, let’s go to Vinnies,” her friend Carmen suggested.

“We can’t go to Brooklyn, dweeb, my mother will freak!” my mother scolded.

“Oh c’mon, Sasha; It’ll be fun,” her other friend, Julia, begged.

“We always have fun at Vinnies. All those cute guys in Brooklyn; you know you want to go,” Carmen teased.

“Ok, ok. I give in,” my mother raised her hands in defeat. They took mother’s limo to Brooklyn. Indeed, she had a fabulous life. She didn’t know that this trip to Brooklyn would change her life forever. When they finally arrived at Vinnies; mother was having second thoughts about breaking her mother’s rules.

“Relax, S” Carmen told my mother. Vinnies wasn’t an extravagant restaurant. It was pretty low-key but with an old touch feel. Inside it looked like one of those old diners with the tile floors and walls. It was pretty authentic and the cool spot for college kids. Everybody knew about Vinnies.

“Hi, may I take your order?” Henry asked my mother and her friends. When he saw her he was so hypnotized by her beauty that his hands started to shake. Mother and her friends just stared at him. He was handsome. He had dark brown hair and blue green grey eyes.

“I love your eyes!” Julia gushed at Henry.

“Yes, they are lovely” Sasha told Henry. They looked into each other’s eyes and smiled.

“So, are you just going to stare at me all day or take my order?” Sasha asked Henry with a smirk on her face.

“Can I do both?” Henry responded. Sasha blushed. Julia and Carmen ordered chicken salads.

“I’m not a salad type of girl. The only salad you’ll see me eat is on my hamburger” Sasha said to Henry. “You’re my type of girl, then” he responded. They both blushed this time. It was 12 pm by the time they left Vinnies. Henry asked Sasha out sometime that evening but she declined.

“Why did you reject him? He was so cute.” Julia asked Sasha.

“What would my parents think?! They would never approve.” Sasha responded. She really did like Henry, but she knew her parents will never let her go out with him. She could picture it now what they would say.

“Absolutely not, you will not go out with that boy!” her father would yell.

“Honey, he’s just not good enough for you.” Her mother would tell her. They controlled everything in her life, such as, what she ate, who she made friends with, what she wore. She thought that going away to college would lessen their grip but it just got tighter. They had people spy on her. It was driving her crazy. Once they put a tracking device on her car and she had found it. To teach them a lesson she put it on this hooker’s car. Her mother went crazy when she thought her daughter was in Harlem. As my mother remembered this she smiled. It was the most fun she’d had in weeks. She didn’t regret coming to Brooklyn and eating at Vinnies. She loved being with her two best friends and meeting her future husband, Henry.

“He was cute…..” mother said to no one in particular. Julia and Carmen looked at each other and smiled. They had never seen their friend Sasha so happy. She smiled all the way back to their dorms at NYU.