Life is good without school....

So life is good, and i'm too lazy to post on my own blog. hehehe....

But the summer finally came and found me. it's a bit weird, it's never been this difficult before, but i'm still getting used to not having to go back to school. thank the lord.....

We leave for a canoeing trip on Wednesday. This'll be interesting... My mom is always trying to get us to go camping, and my dad gets seriously depressed when there's no air conditioning. Cause he is a REPTILE. gosh, if there's one thing that's spiked my hypersensitivity to the cold then it's the thermostat of our home in the summer. i have to wear socks and sweaters. i hate the cold...

i got a super cool zebra shirt today. it's super cool.

i made a really awesome ruffle scarf with elastic thread and an elastic thread skirt for my little sister... now i have to try it on my own size.. and use that awesome fabric. and i made an awesome basic elastic waisted skirt out of hot pink fabric (garage sale, 25 cents).

OH! and now that school and its demanding qualities are finally over with, i am gobbling up books again!!! MMMMMMYESSHHHHH!!!! THEY ARE SO DELICIOUS!!!!! hahahahaha, i have about twenty on hold right now. XD. i swear, i went to the bookstore the other day for a certain book they didn't have and as i waited for my mom to pull out, my bones started to ACHE because i wanted to go in and buy a book, look at the books, smell the books, become one with the books. hahaha. i am such a freak. but my mouth is seriously watering at the prospect of going into a bookstore right now. MMMM I WANT TO EAT THEM!!! and hold them, and read them, and....

....ok, so maybe part of this sudden obsession is the fact that i'm waiting (not very patiently) for my brownies to be done... ok, yeah, gonna go check on those! bye!

Computer Aps short story

warning to readers - this is a school assignment, feel free to read though if you wish.

I woke up in a cold sweat at 5:00. I couldn’t remember what I had been dreaming about, but pretty soon I felt fear overtake me. Some thing bad was happening. “Come on Kristy,” I thought to myself “You’re just psyching yourself out, it was the dream.” But some thing in me wouldn’t rest. I checked myself for signs of the plague; it had been going around the area in the past month, but to no avail. I was fine, if not shaken, for some indefinable reason.

 It was now six, about the time Mom woke up. I ran into her room trying to put it behind me and start the day, but as soon as I got to the threshold I stopped. “Kristy…” she croaked.

                Yellow Fever.

Her face was flushed, sweat beaded her forehead, and all her muscles, she claimed, were sore. I tried to make her eat, she told me she had vomited in the night and wasn’t going to take that risk again. I didn’t need a doctor to prescribe it, she had yellow fever. Now what I needed was something to cure it, and something fast, she was obviously getting worse. I grabbed her a glass of water and ran out the door letting the panic reach my legs. Town was five miles away; I reached it in 22 minutes. A record time, but not in the way I had imagined.

I couldn’t run into Dr. Moore’s like this, he’d think I’d contracted the fever myself.. He was always so critical of appearances and usually disapproving of my running, since it’s “bad for the knees.” Nobody disses running with me. From then on I knew I wouldn’t like him, but today would mark the very worst day of our relationship.

“Good MORNING Dr. Moore!” I gave him a dazzling smile. Looking back on that it was probably a stupid decision. Did I mention he can also read appearances? From the moment he looked at me he knew something was up. He remained silent, staring at my disheveled state while he puckered his lips together. “Running again, mm?” He said as he stared back down at his papers. He sighed. “What can I help you with today?”

“I need the medicine for Yellow Fever.” I stated as calmly as I could manage.

“Your mother??” he saw right through me

“NO! No! No, no. No, not my mother.” I tried my best to hold my tongue as I paused and thought quickly “My neighbor, Mrs. Mulken. She sent me. Mr. Mulken’s come down with it.”

He kneaded his eyebrows. “…Why? -“ He started

“Because she didn’t want to come into town herself! You know, since she’s been exposed?” I happened to feel very exposed myself as those words came out of my mouth and Dr. Moore squinted his eyes together.

“Well alright.” He said as he pulled a small blue bottle from the shelf. “That’ll be  $300.” He cleared his papers from the register to get ready and then looked up again into my eyes. “She forgot to give you the money I suppose?”

“W-well yes.” I could have hit myself in the face for stuttering, but tried to pass it as shortness of breath. “We were in a hurry, you know?” Then I really did bop myself in the face. “I can’t believe how forgetful I am.” I said trying to force out a lighthearted laugh. “But, uhh.. Maybe he’ll be better by the time I get back, maybe she didn’t know what she was talking about.”

“Well, that’s why I live in town you know..”

“Oh no, no don’t bother. I’ll come back later if he needs the medicine, if not you can assume the best.” I started to back out, sprinting. “Ok? Bye!” I yelled and ran around the corner back to home.

That day I searched every private store of money my mom and I knew about in the house. I was only 16, making minimum wage at a diner that I ran to three times a week. My payday came every two months, and not a moment to soon. Let’s just suffice to say I was not a saver. My own mother (and a single one at that) worked as the floral manager of a nearby market. But between the two of us, a full 300 dollars was not to be had. And even if it was, they wouldn’t let me open my mom’s bank account, they knew what kind of a saver I was since I had my own account there. Although it hadn’t been used for some time… Mr. and Mrs. Mulken were actually very good neighbors and friends of ours, and I was sorry to have abused them so, but at this present moment they were out of town and not a single person for a mile around would have been available to offer me assistance, as far as I knew. So I came up with another plan, and I waited.

Running wouldn’t do it for me, I knew that much. I wasn’t that fast. And the car keys were constantly hidden from me, as well as the all-important fact that I didn’t really know how to drive yet. My mother was reluctant to teach me. So at 10:00 as soon as the light sank low, I walked calmly right past Miller’s stables.

                                                                                           And then I came back.

Riding was one of the few hobbies I had tried and liked at my traditional summer camp. Most of the kids ignored me for my country-bumpkin like qualities, and I wasn’t used to making friends. So I didn’t. Except the horses. They were wonderful. Quiet, gentle, and every look seemed to draw attentiveness. I loved it. So I rode a few hours, half the day, all of the day with hiking and lunch packed on my back. It was some of the best times I’ve had. Now before you can tell me how incredibly pathetic that is, let me just go on to say that it proved pretty useful for my present situation…

I was scared out of my guts. Stealing a piece of property like a horse could get me sent to the delinquent camp real easy; no more summer camp riding hours. But as I lifted the unsuspecting latch I told myself I was just borrowing. Like any regular neighbor who live ten miles from you would. I would get the medicine, find a way to pay Moore back eventually, and quietly return the horse to his rightful place. Simple, right?

I found a suitable sized horse and heard stirring in the house not far away. It was now or never, and I decided to take this moment to learn how to ride bareback for the first time. I pushed myself off a stool, grabbed his mane to steer, and rode out of stable making much more noise than I’d intended. “Good thing Mr. Miller is half deaf.” I spoke into the wind rushing past my face. I tried to comfort myself as I could, but I wasn’t all that dull as I’m making myself out to be here. I knew that what I was doing was a crime.  So I kept my focus on my mother and all the discomfort she must have been going through at the time. Good thing she didn’t know what I was up to, it wouldn’t have made her feel much better….

I arrived at Dr. Moore’s quickly, grabbed my crowbar and forced one of his old windows open. The blue bottle was easy to spot since I had seen it that morning, and I grabbed it quickly and ran back to my first piece of stolen property. As I rode away, I some how missed the fact that Dr. Moore had been doing some late night shopping in the grocery store across the street. I saw him stare at me as I rode away and figured it would take him about 30 more seconds before he realized his shop window was open. By the time I reached my house I could hear the sirens behind me. Some how my only thought was that my mom wouldn’t like this.. But I knew that if I could just get the medicine to her, it would all be fine. That’s all that I needed to do, that’s all that I had set out to do, at this point that’s all that mattered. If she had the medicine she would get better. Maybe I would only have to rot in the delinquent’s jail for a year to “learn my lesson,” and then we could be together again. It wouldn’t be too bad.

I read the back of the bottle quickly and prayed that she hadn’t drunken all the water. I came in and tried my best to smile calmly. “Take three of these mom, you’ll be fine.”

Unfortunately, she wasn’t totally disoriented. “But? How did you?”

“Take it and I’ll tell you!” I started panicking. The officer and Moore had made it to my front door and weren’t wasting any time reaching me. I couldn’t let her see them. I ran downstairs and met them at the very foot of the landing.

“Kristy, you have the right to remain silent as you wish, and we wish that you’d not scream or try to resist on your way to the police unit.” He looked concerned, he hadn’t thought too badly of me before now. “Don’t worry, we can talk it all over when we get there.”

Dr. Moore stood by impatiently. “And my medicine please? If you give it back now maybe I won’t have to press charges.”

I knew he was lying; he would love to have a chance like that. But before I could reply, we all heard and unearthly scream from upstairs.

END OF SECTION ONE.