Wednesday, January 12, 2011

The Craziest Days Of My Life (The True Story, Exactly How It Happened)

7/30/10
I was astonished when I opened the text that morning from Nikey that told me Makenna and Aaron (My two favorite people at the time.) were at the mall with him and that I should come. I was excited, and I got ready. Then Makenna found out I was coming, and told me she was going to kill me. She let Nikey record her threatening my life, while sitting by Aaron, with his arm awkwardly and umcomfortably around her, and Nikey sent it to me. I loved her, so I didn’t care at all. I WANTED her to kill me. It would have been the best death ever. So when I got there, I texted them and they wouldn’t answer. I was feeling extremely anxious and queasy, about to barf. I received the text “We’re at hot topic.” From Nikey. I felt the blood run cold in my face, as I realized I was one story above there, opposite it. So I could see into the store from there. I felt dizzy, and almost died. I wish I was joking. So I quickly ran down the stairs, excited but barfy, and I stopped at a few tables when I noticed a pair of icy turquoise eyes glaring through my soul like crystal daggers. I loved her, and she hated me, SO MUCH. It was impossible to bear. I was sweating as I walked into the doors, and I instantly stumbled upon Aaron, kneeled down looking at t-shirts on the bottom shelf. He looked up and I asked “What is this Faggotry?” because he didn’t answer any of my texts and he just looked back at the shirts and ignored me. I stumbled awkwardly over to Nikey, and there she was. Makenna FRIGGEN Mangini. So pretty, so perfect, SO HATING ME. All at once. I couldn’t believe it. I stood awkwardly behind Nikey scared she would try to lunge at me and put me down. Then they bought stuff and we went to another store, I don’t recall which. We got smoothies I think, and we sat on a bench in the mall. Nikey started crying, and Makenna and I went to attend to him, both his best friends and both worried. “What’s wrong Nikey? Tell me!” Makenna demanded.
“You and Alissa…. *SOBS!*” (Can’t finish sentence) Cried Nikey.
“Nikey you can’t make them be friends. It’s not up to you. Stop this now.” Aaron snapped.
Makenna tried to pretend we were slightly getting along, but only for Nikey’s sake. Nikey became happy, and then grabbed my arms and wrapped them around Makenna for me. I was uncomfortable at first, but then I was extremely happy. I kept saying “Why are you doing this?” Like I didn’t like it, but I did. I was mouthing “Thank you.” ‘s inbetween the why are you doing this?’s. He took pictures for me. I was extremely happy that day after I went home. I texted Makenna and she was acting like we were friends for awhile. Then she said “You know I’m only doing this for Nikey right? I really hate you.” And I said “Good enough for me(:”

7/31/10
The next day I woke up early for the church beach trip, and drove to Nikey’s house to get him. He woke up finally and we went. We listened to music on the way to the beach, and I think we fell asleep. I wore my holey pants to the beach that day.  We arrived at the beach, and we packed all our stuff to the water. It was really exciting and fun. Nikey and I wrote our names and hearts in the sand. Myself, preoccupied with thoughts of Aaron, wrote secret “I love Aaron!” ‘s in the sand, then trampled them before Nikey could see. My phone was broken so I brought my dad’s cell to the beach for contact with my parents. We ate hot dogs, and dorritoes. I started playing with the seagulls, by throwing a dorritoe out into the sand infront of me, then they’d scamper in to catch it, but I’d wait till they got all the way to like a foot away from the chip and then run at them and scream and they’d fly away. We did this for atleast an hour, you think they’d leard. We took a video of it too. This is now my favorite game to play at the beach. Tramatize the Seagulls. Sharon ran by us and went to go climing the sand made cliff thing, and we wanted to go with but she was already too far away so we just stayed because we are lazy. We listened to music and bathed in the sun for awhile, then Nikey got mad at something I said, so I just got mad at him and stood up and walked away and started pacing the beach listening to my music on high, texting Aaron all the while. I had been texting him the whole day. Nikey tried to follow me but I just ignored him and kept walking. I walked fast trying to out walk him. It worked, I thought he was following me still but he wasn’t. I had found myself out on some estranged rocks with nobody familiar in sight. Then I climbed up onto a giant one, and I stared out at the big waves, then a second later the gaping hole left from the waves heaving back. It was a nice hole inbetween the waves and the boulder. I could just jump in there, and get my head knocked against the rock repeatedly, until it cracked open, and I bled to death, and a shark came because it smelled the blood, and carried me off into the ocean in it’s gigantic teeth. I longed for death, to disappear without a trace. Nobody would know what happened to me. But then I saw Nikey, running at me as if saying “DON’T DO IT!!!!” and looking panicked. How could he possibly know what I was thinking…? Then I sent him a text that said “I’m going to jump. Goodbye.” And I waited a little bit, then when I looked back to get one last look at him, he was startlingly a few feet away from me. I decided to play it off as a joke, so he wouldn’t be concerned. I walked back to the beach, mad at him still. Walking through the water in my holey pants, soaking wet up to my upper thigh. Texting all the while, young mothers wearing bikini tops, and white swim skirts staring at me. Little kids, that didn’t realize the emotional state I was in at the time, carelessly playing amongst the others. I finally got back to the area where everyone was set up, and I acted tired, but fine. My phone had died at this time. Then Rick Curry’s grandson layed in the sand with wet clothes so I buried him in sand. It was hilarious. Then I stood on the sand and it was even funnier because he couldn’t get out. Then we got into the car and Nikey and I sat in the back, silently. Still mad at each other. Then we heard Gordon, Jordan, or Gilbert’s (I called him all three of these names.) Iphone playing Ke$ha songs and we were like “YOU’RE TEN!!! HOW DO YOU LISTEN TO KE$HA?!?!?!?” and he said “It’s Keisha…” and we’re like “No…. It’s KESHA……… calm down little boy. We would know Gordon/Jordan/ or Gilbert, what ever the heck your name is. We’re teenagers.” Then I was talking to Nikey about how we should go to the Meadows park when we got home, stupidly because I knew I was hanging out with Aaron there, but for some inane reason I decided it would be fun and dandy to invite Nikey along… Rick Curry took us to the ice cream place on the way home from the beach, I believe it’s called Route 99 or something… it was fun. He insisted on buying me the biggest shake that existed. We sat at the tables outside in the warm summer afternoon. I wanted to text but my phone was dead so I texted Aaron secretly on Nikey’s phone, and deleted the messages so he wouldn’t see them. Nikey caught on, and he said
“Those messages were from and to Aaron, weren’t they?”
*Silence…*
My silence was answered with “You little Scallywag…” and we laughed, but I knew I was in trouble. So Rick Curry dropped us off at my house and I got on some short shorts (since we were hanging out with Aaron) when I realized as I slipped on my shorts, that I had three red oval shapes on my thighs. My holey pants had deceived me. They were sunburns. It looked ridiculous. But I wore them anyway. We walked to the Meadows park, myself skeptically, Nikey excitedly as if it were only the two of us, and that it would be fun. We got there, and swung on the swings. Nikey realized that Aaron would be joining us, and sighed. Not too upset, yet. Aaron arrived a hefty amount of minutes later, gliding parallel to us, slightly curving toward us on his skateboard. He was a greek god, nobody could deny that. He sat walked over, and I stood up and asked for a hug. He gladly welcomed one. He waved at Nikey “Hi man.”. and sat down on the swing on the other side of me so I was in the middle of the two of them. I looked at Aaron while him and Nikey conversated, sighing. It was so loud they stopped talking for a second and stared at me. It felt like that anyway. Then I showed Aaron my sunburns, bashfully. He laughed. Then I got up and walked over to the corner of the park, layed down in the grass because I felt I needed some space. They both followed me over there. I layed in the grass and groaned “I’m sooo retarded!!!” and was at the verge of tears. Nikey was complaining that he had to go home because his mom would ground him, and his teeth hurt really bad because he never brushed them. He was complaining so much, so he stood up and left because I said “It isn’t my problem. Just leave if you don’t wanna be here.”  He could see that I loved Aaron, and wanted to be alone with him. He left, and called his mom.

After Nikey walked away we sat there in the grass in the same position we were in when he left. We sat there shivering. Then I was like
Alissa: Omg I'm soooo cold!!!
Aaron: YOU'RE cold??? I'm the one shivering over here!
Alissa: Well anyways... I'm such a retard.
Aaron: You are not a retard. 
Alissa: Yes I am.
Aaron: *Throws the box of cheeseitz at me and tells me to eat some*
Alissa: No I don't want any. I'm not hungry.
Aaron: It'll make you warmer, trust me.
Alissa: *Takes one finger and slowly opens the box while sighing and going "Ehhh........." and moaning all weird like I do.*
Aaron: *Texting* 
Alissa: Okay I'm done. (After I ate one.) 
Aaron: You didn't eat one, what the heck?
Alissa: Yes I did. *crunching it in my mouth*
Aaron: Oh okay... *takes the box back*
Alissa: Nikey hates me. 
Aaron: “I fucking hate you.”
Alissa: WHAT?!?!?!??!
Aaron: That's what Nikey just said to me...
Alissa: No he didn't. Shut up.
Aaron: Yes he did.
Alissa: Prove it. Show me.
Aaron: Okay. *Show's me the phone...*
Alissa: Oh. It's me he should hate, not you. I'm such a retard.
Aaron: YOU'RE NOT A RETARD!!!
Alissa: What did he say?
Aaron: *Shows me the text about Nikey being done with everything and everyone*
Alissa: Oh great. He just broke up with me.
Aaron: I guess so. 
Alissa: Whatever. Is he gone?
Aaron: I think so. Let's go.
Alissa: Okay. 
So we get up and walk over to his skateboard and look for Nikey, but he isn’t there so we go through that fence where he came in and we stop, and he just hugs me. Because he knows I'm sad. And we sit there for like 5 minutes. Then he laughs and says "Are you smelling me?" and I'm like "yeah...." 
Then we keep walking and I freak out because he is really warm. then he's like:
Aaron: What? You're warm! I'm the cold one!
Alissa: No. *Puts my cold fingers on the back of his neck* 
Aaron: *Puts his warm fingers on my neck*
Alissa: Yeah I'm colder then you.
Aaron: No you're not.
Then we keep walking and I say:
Alissa: Holy crap! Feel my sunburn! It's like 600 degrees! And the skin right next to it that isn't burnt is like negative a thousand degrees! Feel it!
Aaron: *Touches my knee* Woah.
Alissa: I know!
Then we keep walking towards his house and it's all awkward and I'm about to say "Yes, I do need all my I love boobies bracelets..." But I get interrupted. He grabs my face and starts making out with me. And I almost pass out. Then like 5 minutes later when he's done I'm like:
Alissa: What I was about to say is... that I DO need all of these bracelets. I had to get mine back from Nikey because it was uneven and it bothered me. 
Aaron: Oh.
Alissa: I'd probably give you all of them though, that's how retarded I am. I'm not even joking.
Aaron: Okay haha
Alissa: Whatever though. Nobody gets my bracelets anymore.
Aaron: *Silence*
Then he gives me more directions to his house, and we keep walking. Then we run into this park. Bair park? It is all dark and there are trees everywhere and I'm like:
Alissa: What the heck?
Aaron: Yeah, my house is through here.
Then I stop and stare at him, and he starts making out with me again. and I am passing out. For real. and then he's like hang on, and he goes and sits down on a picnic table and I follow him. Then he's like:
Aaron: Ima sit on you.
Alissa: *Doesn't really know what's going on, or what I should do*
then he sat on me and started making out with me again. and I was like: If you don't stop, I'm seriously going to pass out."
Aaron: Good. Then I can drag you off into the woods and fuck your unconcious body. 
Alissa: Well I better not pass out then...
Aaron: Yeah...
then after awhile he's like: You should go home so your mom doesn't freak out any more then she is going to...
Alissa: Yeah, but I don't have any pants, (Besides short shorts) can I borrow some sweat pants?
Aaron: Maybe. But you can't come inside. My dad will freak out. He likes you more then the other girls I've dated, he likes you the best. But you still can't come in, it's like 9pm...
Alissa: Okay, can you get me sweat pants?
Aaron: Idk. Do you know how to get home?
Alissa: No, not at all. I'm sorry I couldn't pay attention to the directions you were giving me, I was distracted...
Aaron: OH my god. 
Alissa: Yeah, sorry.
Aaron: Well, you just go down this street and turn a right then you're on river road. 
Alissa: That still doesn't help anything. I don't know where I am, I have short shorts on, my phone's dead, and I'm alone. I sure hope I don't get raped. I probably will though. 
Aaron: I'm sorry... but there's nothing I can do. I have to go.
Alissa: Bye... *Wanders off into the dark cold and alone not knowing where to go..."
Once I realize how deep in I am, and that I'm completely lost in the dark, in a neighborhood I've never been in, I start to cry. Everythings wrong. I start running, searching for the right place to go, and I see Tiffany's street. Then I think "I should go ask her if I can use her phone, give up, and call my mom..." But then I keep running. Scared of that alternative. I imagine how weird I must look running down the streets in short shorts and dress shoes, alone, and 9:30 at night. Several car lights go by me, and I just cringe because I probably look horrible. I see I'm in the wrong place completely, so I turn around and head back to Tiffany's house. But I can't find it. I'm all out of options, when I see a car with weird headlights. One's on and one's off. so I see a headlight and then a smaller yellow light on the other side. I think it's a P.T. Cruiser for some reason and I walk back the way I was going. It drives by and once the headlights are out of my eyes I get a glance at it. There's that familiar old Honda Oddessy with the black bug shield on the front. I think: Maybe it's mom, better check the license plate though... and I look at it and there it is.... ZVJ 617. 
Alissa: Oh crap. It's mom. Busted. But at that point I don't care. I'm cold, out of breath and crying. I go sit down on the curb and wait for her to turn around, and she doesn't. So I just sit there crying. About 5 minutes later she comes back, and parks across the street. I get up and walk over to the car and get in. We don't talk. I just sit there crying. Then her phone is ringing and she answers it. 
Mom: Yes, thank you. I just barely picked her up. Thank you, bye.
Alissa: Who was that? 
I asked, thinking it was my dad or something. 
Mom: Aaron's dad. 
Alissa: WHAT?? Why???
Mom: I couldn't find you, so I went to Aaron's house and asked his dad. I went looking at the (Meadows) park and you weren't there. I was getting worried. so his dad told me where you were, and I came and got you. 
Then she and I didn't talk. I only cried. and then:
Mom: Are you hungry?
Alissa: NO. I'm not hungry. I don't want any food.
Mom: Not even Kentucky Fried Chicken? 
and I give in, only because it's Michael Jackson's favorite. 
Mom: So what's wrong?
Alissa: I can't explain it. It's impossible.
Mom: Okay well tell me when you can.
Then we got food and I ate it, while crying like a retard. 
Then she kept asking what was wrong so I explained everything. Nikey, Aaron, Me, Makenna. The mall the day before. Everything. She knew we were going out too. So then we went home and fixed my phone, and I fell asleep. The end. Of the craziest day of my life.

2 comments:

  1. FUCK YOU WHORE. I'M NEVER TALKING TO YOU AGAIN, BITCH.
    GO DIE CUNT.

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