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The life and mind of The Pest
Greetings fellow mortals. Welcome to the world that is my life. These are my thoughts feelings and the goings on of my benign existance. Enjoy, and comment if you will. Hopefully it's not too somber or the least bit contrived.
last modified May 21, 2004 at 14:41
Oh, hello, time for another adventure with me already? Whoa, you must really be enthralled with what I do or something...sheesh. Oh well. Now for your reading pleasure, "The Month After Graduation", written by Melissa R. and brought to you by Danchan, the blog of many, but not all.
We begin this story with our leading lady, Melissa, the heroine for over two years and--
"Wait!!!!"
*enter disgruntled listener*
Can I help you?!?!
"You most certainly may. I thought that authors weren't supposed to use themselves as the main characters of their books?!"
Authors can do whatever they want with their stories. I've never heard such a clause. At least not for story writing.
"Yeah huh. For narratives, your supposed to leave the story as third person."
Maybe so, but there is nothing in the rules that say the author cannot use their own name if they so choose. In the narrative, 'you' and 'I' are never used, and are accept in stating that we are continuing a story like in the radio narratives. *sticks out toungue*
"Oh, I didn't know...continue then."
Thank you. *grumbles*
As I was saying, we begin this story with our leading lady, Melissa, the heroine for over two years. She has just recently graduated from high school, and has much to celebrate. The night of graduation, after spending a wonderful evening with her grandmother and mother, she celebrated her accomplishment with her sister and one of her best friends, Christan, late into the night. They were merry and enjoyed each other's company. Before Melissa went to bed that night, she called her best friend in the whole world. All she could do was leave a message on his machine, he too was out with his brother, and enjoying life.
But Melissa's celebrating was soon to end. The following Monday, Melissa was awakened to do yardwork and cleaning. Following many loud and obnoxious orders from her brother, and after a hard days work, it was requested of her to watch the burn pile of yard waste while her brother and one of her friends could go play a game of basketball, while her dad and wicked stepmother went off for an evening alone. Despite her boredom, she read two chapters of an interesting book. Much of the rest of the week was spent tolerating her brother and his friend, who had spent nearly every night that week drinking, if not drunk. Now--
"Wait a second!"
What now?
"What happened to her mom, grandma and sister?"
I was about to get to that.
"Oh, ok, continue."
Now, her mother, grandmother, and sister all went to their respective homes that Sunday after graduation, so Melissa was somewhat sad. At the end of the week, her brother went back to Korea, and his friend when back to California, leaving her nearly alone with her dad and stepsister. *cough* I mean stepmom.
A week went by peacefully. She managed to get along with Amy, having no problems, even hanging out with her for short period of time. The next week, Amy got a hotel room out of the blue. As far as she could gather from her dad's explanation, they were "taking a break" and going back to dating, because they wanted to work out their problems and become a happier couple. As far as Melissa could tell, the problems with their relationship were quite clear to her: Amy was too young for her dad and is too controlling.
During those weeks, she spent much time with her friend, Azalia. Times seemed fairly well during these two weeks until they came near the end. One day Melissa, her dad, Azalia, and Amy went to Spokane to shop for items for Amy's horse. Melissa got slightly disgruntled when at their last stop, Walmart, Amy spent much time in the store after telling Melissa that she'd be but two minutes. In that time frame, Melissa and Azalia went to a nearby McDonald's and bought some food, then went back to the truck and they had waited for nearly half an hour.
On the way home, nearly out of Spokane, while Melissa was listening to a cd player, she asked Amy to turn down the radio, because she could barely hear her own music that was playng close to her own ears. Amy had refused, and this enraged Melissa. In protest, she turned up her music, which felt deafening, and began to sing what she was listening to. Amy not budging and becoming seemingly more obnoxious, turned up the radio. This obviously seemed to be a problem with Melissa's father. Upon reaching the edge of town, he brought the two to a compromise, Amy would turn down the music and put it in the front of the truck, if Melissa would stop singing. The compromise seemed agreeable to both parties. Although after about ten minutes, Melissa was still annoyed and aggravated at the fact that she had to have her music still turned up to hear it.
In just a few short days, she became entrenched in her anger towards Amy. In days since that horrible one and today, Amy has done much to Melissa that seems like torture. At Amy's request, her father had her do dishes. This of course aggravated Melissa to no end, considering she had used very few of the dishes, and had usually washed what she had dirtied. Then calling at 7:30 in the morning on the day Amy had to be out of the hotel, Amy had Melissa go over there to help pick up the room. There were swimming toys, clothes, and garbage everywhere. While having a moment separate from Amy with her father, Melissa asked him why she had called her over, to which he replied, "She's lazy."
As of last night, Amy is petioning to Melissa's father that Melissa is to not have phone access so she may access it whenever she wants. At the time of the decree, Melissa was on the phone with her friend Jason, and quietly she cried while he was playing a song that she requested to hear, 'Please Remember Me' by Tim McGraw. At the conclusion of the song, Melissa told her friend she had to go and she'd call when she could, stormed upstairs, crying. She packed some more of her belongings, then lay in bed, crying and asking God to be her comfort, refuge and friend. She was practically begging for Him to physically hug her and be with her. She cried herself to sleep
Will Melissa ever move to Colorado? Will Melissa's hope of her father divorcing Amy ever come true? Can Amy ever develop decency? These questions and more to possibly be answered next time.
"WAAAIIIIITTTTT!!!!"
What now you drooling baboon... *taps foot*
"That can't be the end. I wanna know what happens."
That's the point of reading the next post. It's to get you to come back to this blogger of dementia and idiosyncrasy. And don't bother asking, I do know what idiosyncrasy means. Tune in next time, if ever there is one.
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Okay, now that I've got that out of my system, is the problem with me, Amy or both of us? As far as I can tell, even in just reading this, something seems to be wrong with my faith. To let something like this affect me so harshly, it's like something is missing in my faith or working as a roadblock. Pray for me, ya'll. Pray for peace, calm, and just leaning on God for all of my comfort and trust...and love. God bless.
~M~
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