Chapter 1 Part 2 of A Story That Will Probably Never Be Finished

It all started on July 11, 2005, I remembered the date because it was my sixteenth birthday. I remember waking up that day and not quite feeling like myself. I decided it was nothing but my overwhelming excitement. After all it was a big day for me; I was going to get my license. I would finally be free to go where I wanted. It was before I knew in Manhattan it’s much faster if you walk. My father told me before I left that I had to be home before 5 today, if I wanted to get my license.

It was a hot sunny day, there were no clouds in the sky, and everything was perfect. I met up with Eric at the corner buy the corner shop with the neon sign. It’s where we met everyday before school. We would walk and talk about how we were going to skip class and hide out in “Jimbo’s Fun and Games Arcade”. It never happened though. We were both to afraid to not do whatever we were told.
“You look nice today”, I said, “Did daddy get a raise?”

He was wearing new clothes: so new I had never seen them on anyone, or at any store for that matter. Also, his complexion was better and his hair was done almost to perfection. They look as if every little strand whispered “style” as he stopped in front of you. He just smiled and started walking.

“Today will be different!” He finally said on about the third block away from the store. I had been rambling on about the high prices of pizza at the arcade.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I’m going to talk to her today, and she is going to like it” he replied quickly, almost before I finished my question.

“Asking for a little much?” I hesitated, “Just because you got some new threads doesn’t mean your prince charming, ya know?”

“We’ll see, we’ll see.” He said and smiled that almost evil grin. He was talking about Rachel Milcox, a girl he was practically stalking, and believe me she had no interest in him. She only dated older, much cooler guys, guys with cars, but he was the hopeful type. She was a blonde-dyed, tan -for lack of a better word- Bitch.

When we got to school, everyone looked at us like we were Marilyn Monroe and Brad Pitt. He walked straight up to Rachel and started talking. I couldn’t hear them but Rachel was being a bitch like usual! Surprising Huh? - This isn’t sarcasm; I really couldn’t believe she was talking to him!

I guess I was a little jealous, and I had every right to be, I knew him first. He only looked at me as if I was his little sister though. No matter how much he pretended to not notice, I would never stop thinking that way. It was my feeling, mine alone, and no one could change that and that included myself.

Something was horribly wrong about today, but I couldn’t put my finger on it, and Eric was the person to ask. So I jumped on the occasion to tear him away from her. I ran and grabbed his attention buy giving him a little shove.