Disclaimer:
I know it's sappy. Don't make fun of me, OK.
Jordan walked quietly over to Rider and sat down.
“So what are you going to do?”
Ryder took a heavy breath, “move on, I guess.”
“You’re giving up? So her dads not that crazy about you, that doesn’t mean it’s over!”
“I don’t know, Jordan. I mean, maybe he’s right.” There was a pause as Ryder stared at the wall across the room. He looked like he was summoning up his courage, and it scared Jordan. He wasn’t sure if he had ever seen Ryder have to gather up courage before. He usually had it in surplus.
Finally, Ryder spoke again, “She’s… fragile. Not weak, just fragile, and I don’t want her to get hurt. I guess that I thought that I could help, like protect her or something, but…” He sighed. “Look. I’m not stupid. I’ve noticed the way you’ve been watching me when I’m with her, keeping an eye on me so I don’t do something stupid. So I don’t act like the jerk I am. And I don’t blame you. That was probably the right thing to do.
“I’m not as… careful, with people, as most people are. Probably not as careful as I should be. I guess I always figured that, if people got upset, it was their thing, you know, as long as I didn’t mean to mess them up. I just kind of did my own thing, just as long as I wasn’t really breaking the law or being too stupid. Actually, I guess I did that type of thing a few times too, but, you know, I wasn’t stealing cars or anything, so I guess I thought I was good. I never really realized why people are always so worried about maybe hurting people till I met her. She’s so…good. I mean like, nice and stuff, she deserves for people to be nice to her, to not mess her up. I wanted to be nice to her. But I’m so not used to acting like that, to being so careful and everything. I was just so scared that I’d slip up one day.
“I don’t want her to get hurt. Ever. I guess that’s not possible, but if she has to get hurt, I don’t want to be the one that hurt her. So, whether or not her dad did it because of that or not, he did the right thing. I don’t know if I could have done it on my own or I might have already, so it’s a good thing he did. Before it was too late, and we split up anyway.”
There was a hot, uncomfortable silence. Now it was Jordan’s turn to take a deep breath. “What about her?...”
Ryder sniffed. “Are you kidding? She’ll be fine. No, she’ll be great. I mean, you know her. She’s amazing. She’ll find someone else in no time, someone who can really treat her like she deserves, and she’ll move on. And forget all about me. She’ll be great.”
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Umbrella Boy Two
Note:
This is a bit of a continuation of the previous umbrella boy, as the title hopefully suggests; however, I did write this one!
Braden sat shlumped at a table in the lunchroom, dripping wet and alone. He wondered when he’d start making those new friends his mom kept talking about ever since he’d decided to transfer to Oceanveiw.
“This seat taken?”
He looked up at Tammie, grateful to be reminded that he wasn’t completely friendless.
“No, but it’s a little soggy.”
“I noticed. What happened this time?” She sat down on the seat next to him after a quick pass over it with a napkin.
“Freak sprinkler accident.”
“no kidding. Sure got you good; how many did you do?”
“Two.”
“Only two and it got you this bad?!”
“Well, the first one was a cocktail umbrella, so I had to do it again and that time I got one of those picnic table ones, you know, the really big type.”
Tammie stared at him wide eyed.
“It’s been acting up lately,” he explained, “it’s probably all the craziness of moving and the new school and stuff. Anyway, how’s it going for you so far?”
She blushed a little and brushed a wisp of golden hair out of her face, giving Braden a good look at her bright green thumb. He smiled; she hadn’t worn gloves since they got here and he was pretty sure she was enjoying her freedom.
“It’s pretty good, except for that they put me and my roommate up on the second floor, which isn’t great. It’s to far from the ground; it makes my toes feel lonely.”
“lonely?”
“Uh-hu. And hungry.”
“And hungry?” Braden gave her a perplexed, doubtful look. Tammie shrugged.
“Well it does,” she whispered.
They both fell quiet.
Braden looked down at his lunch tray and tried to think of some way to break the silence, something he was normally no good at.
“so…How’s the roommate?”
Tamela’s face lit up, and between feelings of relief Braden caught himself thinking how pretty she was again. That smile could light up a whole room.
This is a bit of a continuation of the previous umbrella boy, as the title hopefully suggests; however, I did write this one!
Braden sat shlumped at a table in the lunchroom, dripping wet and alone. He wondered when he’d start making those new friends his mom kept talking about ever since he’d decided to transfer to Oceanveiw.
“This seat taken?”
He looked up at Tammie, grateful to be reminded that he wasn’t completely friendless.
“No, but it’s a little soggy.”
“I noticed. What happened this time?” She sat down on the seat next to him after a quick pass over it with a napkin.
“Freak sprinkler accident.”
“no kidding. Sure got you good; how many did you do?”
“Two.”
“Only two and it got you this bad?!”
“Well, the first one was a cocktail umbrella, so I had to do it again and that time I got one of those picnic table ones, you know, the really big type.”
Tammie stared at him wide eyed.
“It’s been acting up lately,” he explained, “it’s probably all the craziness of moving and the new school and stuff. Anyway, how’s it going for you so far?”
She blushed a little and brushed a wisp of golden hair out of her face, giving Braden a good look at her bright green thumb. He smiled; she hadn’t worn gloves since they got here and he was pretty sure she was enjoying her freedom.
“It’s pretty good, except for that they put me and my roommate up on the second floor, which isn’t great. It’s to far from the ground; it makes my toes feel lonely.”
“lonely?”
“Uh-hu. And hungry.”
“And hungry?” Braden gave her a perplexed, doubtful look. Tammie shrugged.
“Well it does,” she whispered.
They both fell quiet.
Braden looked down at his lunch tray and tried to think of some way to break the silence, something he was normally no good at.
“so…How’s the roommate?”
Tamela’s face lit up, and between feelings of relief Braden caught himself thinking how pretty she was again. That smile could light up a whole room.
Monday, November 29, 2010
How Charming
Note:
Just so all of you know I DID NOT WRITE THIS, my sister did this one too. It's a skit. Once again not wanting to accidently be taking credit for things that aren’t mine. I did edit and help a little, though. Not much, but still... enjoy!
Characters:
Sam
Cinderella
Sleeping Beauty
Charming
Rapunzel
Random customer (Charming, double-cast)
Costumes
Random customer: jeans and the shirt will be under a barber’s bib so he can ware his price shirt
Sam: plain colored t-shirt and jeans black/blue and a black apron with big pockets filled with hair supplies.
Cinderella: large blue princess dress and crown, hair in bun
Sleeping Beauty: not as puffy, pink dress and a small gold triangle in hair
Rapunzel: Large puffy dress of any color
Charming: the classic Disney prince costume, poofy pants, tights underneath (a must), and a tunic with puffy sleeves, plus a cape (also a must)
Set
The skit takes place in the hair salon that Sam works at. There is a large mirror sits up left stage. Just in front of the mirror is a small work table with hair care supplies on it. There are three chairs in center stage, a small table by them on witch to set thing.
(Customer X is in a chair and Sam is behind him doing hair. They are at center stage in a spotlight.)
Customer X: So, Sam, how’s your week been?
Sam: You would not believe what happened yesterday afternoon! (Pause.) You know that one street just past Curry Lane, with all those castles on it?
Customer X: Yeah.
Sam: There are these three major ditzes that live there. So they all came in yesterday, and they were talking (walks away and the spotlight follows and he comes to down left and behind him X is in darkness and taken off stage. Cinderella takes his chair and the other two roll in on their chairs. All are in barber bibs. Meanwhile Sam is in the spotlight)
Sam: Apparently they were all going to get married this weekend. They were all talking about how they met their fiancés. (As Sam walks back to center stage the spotlight fades. The stage is lit. All the girls are talking and giggling.)
Cinderella: I can’t believe we are all getting married on the same weekend! (All giggle.)
Rapunzel: I know! What a coincadink, right? (Sam rolls his eyes.)
Cinderella: I remember the day he proposed. He said the funniest thing!
Rapunzel & Sleeping Beauty: What did he say?
Cinderella: As he was slipping on my shoe—which I had left at the ball, clumsy me—I said, “Does this mean we’re gonna get married?” And he said, “If the shoe fits wear it!” (All giggle.)
Sleeping Beauty: I remember the day my prince came to rescue me! It was my birthday and I had just sat down to do some spinning on my spinning wheel when I fell asleep. You see, I have a terrible case of narcolepsy.
Rapunzel & Cinderella: What’s narcolepsy?
Sleeping Beauty: It’s where you randomly… (Falls asleep and starts snoring loudly.)
Rapunzel: What is narcoripsy, anyway?
Cinderella: I think I read a book on it once. Oh wait, I don’t read! Except magazines, of course. And then I only look at the pictures! Oh my gosh, that Justin Beiber kid!
Rapunzel & Cinderella: So hot! (Giggle.)
Rapunzel: Wait. What were we saying? Oh yeah! What’s narwimsy, Sam?
Sam: .(in an annoyed voice) Narcolepsy. It’s this thing where you randomly fall asleep.
Rapunzel & Cinderella: Oh!
Sleeping Beauty: (Wakes up. Yawns.) Oh. Sorry about that. What was I saying? Oh, yes. When I woke up he was right there staring into my eyes. And we just knew!
Cinderella: Oh, that is so romantic!
Rapunzel: Not as romantic as my rescue! I was sitting in my tower one day, when along comes my prince! “Let down your hair, Punzie!” he said. “Oh, anything for you, baby face!” I said. As they say, the rest is biology.
Sam: History, you mean. The rest is history.
Rapunzel: Right, whatever. Anyway, that’s why I’m here, to get all that hair cut off. I do think Sam did a rather good job, don’t you? (Looks into a hand held mirror and poofs her hair)
Sleeping Beauty & Cinderella: Fabulous!
Sleeping Beauty: It’s really great, Sam!
Sam: (still annoyed) Thanks.
Cinderella: I am just so excited! I’m picking up my dress after this!
Sleeping Beauty: Really? I’m picking up my flower arrangements. (They giggle and talk randomly about wedding plans. Meanwhile Charming walks in.)
Charming: I’m here for my appointm…(Sees girls. Says, startled:) Oh... (With surprise/ realization) Oh... (With worry)Oh... Psst, Sam, over here! (Sam walks over.) What are they doing here?
Sam: Oh, Charming, we were just talking about you. I told you to come at eleven. Why weren’t you there?
Charming: I tripped and broke a nail! (Sam gives a look.) It was an emergency! But that’s beside the point! What am I going to do?
Sam: They’re your problems, not mine. (Charming walks on stage carefully, hiding behind the work table.)
Cinderella: Charming! It’s you! I’m so looking forward to this weekend! (Winks and blows a kiss.)
Sleeping Beauty: What’s going on this weekend?
Cinderella: (Jumps up and links arms with Charming.) We’re getting married, of course!
Sleeping Beauty: That’s hippopotamus!
Rapunzel: I think she means rhinoceros.
Sam: She means preposterous.
Sleeping Beauty: That’s what I said.
Cinderella: How can you marry all three of us?
Rapunzel: At the same time!? (Pause.)
Sam: He can’t. (The girls scream and cry.)
Cinderella: (Unlinking from Charming) I thought you meant it when you said that I was your only triple-decker cake with frosting on top.
Rapunzel: You called me your only triple-decker cake with frosting on top!
Sleeping Beauty: (Standing up.) I didn’t get any frosting!
Charming: You were…asleep.
Sleeping Beauty: Oh. Oh, good. You had me scared for a minute there.
Rapunzel: But you’re gonna marry me, right?!
Cinderella: Don’t be silly. He’s going to marry me! Everyone knows that I’m the one with the fairy godmother.
Sleeping Beauty: He’ll marry me! I’m the one with the looks!
Rapunzel: I cut off all my hair for you! I better get my reward! (All start crying etc. and start pushing Charming off stage left. Sam hurries and takes the bib things off the girls and is putting stuff away when they are all gone. A spotlight shines on Sam, who walks to down left.)
Sam: I haven’t seen Charming since then. Last I heard, Cinderella got a hold of her fairy godmother and she turned him into a frog. He’s probably sitting in a swamp somewhere trying to catch the eye of another lovely, empty-headed princess. (Walks to middle stage where Customer X is waiting.)
Customer X: That’s pretty crazy.
Sam: Yeah, I know! I’m just wondering what’s gonna happen next week.
Customer X: What do you mean?
Sam: Well, the Mad Hatter is supposed to come in at two on Thursday, and the Queen of Hearts is supposed to be here at three. But you know the Hatter. He’s always late.
Just so all of you know I DID NOT WRITE THIS, my sister did this one too. It's a skit. Once again not wanting to accidently be taking credit for things that aren’t mine. I did edit and help a little, though. Not much, but still... enjoy!
Characters:
Sam
Cinderella
Sleeping Beauty
Charming
Rapunzel
Random customer (Charming, double-cast)
Costumes
Random customer: jeans and the shirt will be under a barber’s bib so he can ware his price shirt
Sam: plain colored t-shirt and jeans black/blue and a black apron with big pockets filled with hair supplies.
Cinderella: large blue princess dress and crown, hair in bun
Sleeping Beauty: not as puffy, pink dress and a small gold triangle in hair
Rapunzel: Large puffy dress of any color
Charming: the classic Disney prince costume, poofy pants, tights underneath (a must), and a tunic with puffy sleeves, plus a cape (also a must)
Set
The skit takes place in the hair salon that Sam works at. There is a large mirror sits up left stage. Just in front of the mirror is a small work table with hair care supplies on it. There are three chairs in center stage, a small table by them on witch to set thing.
(Customer X is in a chair and Sam is behind him doing hair. They are at center stage in a spotlight.)
Customer X: So, Sam, how’s your week been?
Sam: You would not believe what happened yesterday afternoon! (Pause.) You know that one street just past Curry Lane, with all those castles on it?
Customer X: Yeah.
Sam: There are these three major ditzes that live there. So they all came in yesterday, and they were talking (walks away and the spotlight follows and he comes to down left and behind him X is in darkness and taken off stage. Cinderella takes his chair and the other two roll in on their chairs. All are in barber bibs. Meanwhile Sam is in the spotlight)
Sam: Apparently they were all going to get married this weekend. They were all talking about how they met their fiancés. (As Sam walks back to center stage the spotlight fades. The stage is lit. All the girls are talking and giggling.)
Cinderella: I can’t believe we are all getting married on the same weekend! (All giggle.)
Rapunzel: I know! What a coincadink, right? (Sam rolls his eyes.)
Cinderella: I remember the day he proposed. He said the funniest thing!
Rapunzel & Sleeping Beauty: What did he say?
Cinderella: As he was slipping on my shoe—which I had left at the ball, clumsy me—I said, “Does this mean we’re gonna get married?” And he said, “If the shoe fits wear it!” (All giggle.)
Sleeping Beauty: I remember the day my prince came to rescue me! It was my birthday and I had just sat down to do some spinning on my spinning wheel when I fell asleep. You see, I have a terrible case of narcolepsy.
Rapunzel & Cinderella: What’s narcolepsy?
Sleeping Beauty: It’s where you randomly… (Falls asleep and starts snoring loudly.)
Rapunzel: What is narcoripsy, anyway?
Cinderella: I think I read a book on it once. Oh wait, I don’t read! Except magazines, of course. And then I only look at the pictures! Oh my gosh, that Justin Beiber kid!
Rapunzel & Cinderella: So hot! (Giggle.)
Rapunzel: Wait. What were we saying? Oh yeah! What’s narwimsy, Sam?
Sam: .(in an annoyed voice) Narcolepsy. It’s this thing where you randomly fall asleep.
Rapunzel & Cinderella: Oh!
Sleeping Beauty: (Wakes up. Yawns.) Oh. Sorry about that. What was I saying? Oh, yes. When I woke up he was right there staring into my eyes. And we just knew!
Cinderella: Oh, that is so romantic!
Rapunzel: Not as romantic as my rescue! I was sitting in my tower one day, when along comes my prince! “Let down your hair, Punzie!” he said. “Oh, anything for you, baby face!” I said. As they say, the rest is biology.
Sam: History, you mean. The rest is history.
Rapunzel: Right, whatever. Anyway, that’s why I’m here, to get all that hair cut off. I do think Sam did a rather good job, don’t you? (Looks into a hand held mirror and poofs her hair)
Sleeping Beauty & Cinderella: Fabulous!
Sleeping Beauty: It’s really great, Sam!
Sam: (still annoyed) Thanks.
Cinderella: I am just so excited! I’m picking up my dress after this!
Sleeping Beauty: Really? I’m picking up my flower arrangements. (They giggle and talk randomly about wedding plans. Meanwhile Charming walks in.)
Charming: I’m here for my appointm…(Sees girls. Says, startled:) Oh... (With surprise/ realization) Oh... (With worry)Oh... Psst, Sam, over here! (Sam walks over.) What are they doing here?
Sam: Oh, Charming, we were just talking about you. I told you to come at eleven. Why weren’t you there?
Charming: I tripped and broke a nail! (Sam gives a look.) It was an emergency! But that’s beside the point! What am I going to do?
Sam: They’re your problems, not mine. (Charming walks on stage carefully, hiding behind the work table.)
Cinderella: Charming! It’s you! I’m so looking forward to this weekend! (Winks and blows a kiss.)
Sleeping Beauty: What’s going on this weekend?
Cinderella: (Jumps up and links arms with Charming.) We’re getting married, of course!
Sleeping Beauty: That’s hippopotamus!
Rapunzel: I think she means rhinoceros.
Sam: She means preposterous.
Sleeping Beauty: That’s what I said.
Cinderella: How can you marry all three of us?
Rapunzel: At the same time!? (Pause.)
Sam: He can’t. (The girls scream and cry.)
Cinderella: (Unlinking from Charming) I thought you meant it when you said that I was your only triple-decker cake with frosting on top.
Rapunzel: You called me your only triple-decker cake with frosting on top!
Sleeping Beauty: (Standing up.) I didn’t get any frosting!
Charming: You were…asleep.
Sleeping Beauty: Oh. Oh, good. You had me scared for a minute there.
Rapunzel: But you’re gonna marry me, right?!
Cinderella: Don’t be silly. He’s going to marry me! Everyone knows that I’m the one with the fairy godmother.
Sleeping Beauty: He’ll marry me! I’m the one with the looks!
Rapunzel: I cut off all my hair for you! I better get my reward! (All start crying etc. and start pushing Charming off stage left. Sam hurries and takes the bib things off the girls and is putting stuff away when they are all gone. A spotlight shines on Sam, who walks to down left.)
Sam: I haven’t seen Charming since then. Last I heard, Cinderella got a hold of her fairy godmother and she turned him into a frog. He’s probably sitting in a swamp somewhere trying to catch the eye of another lovely, empty-headed princess. (Walks to middle stage where Customer X is waiting.)
Customer X: That’s pretty crazy.
Sam: Yeah, I know! I’m just wondering what’s gonna happen next week.
Customer X: What do you mean?
Sam: Well, the Mad Hatter is supposed to come in at two on Thursday, and the Queen of Hearts is supposed to be here at three. But you know the Hatter. He’s always late.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Drop Out
I’m waiting.
Usually I’m a good kid. I try to be “mature” for my age, which just means I don’t like the idea of coming off as your typical, temperamental teen. But right now I don’t care. I jam my headphones in and crank the music up way louder than normal. I’m slumping terribly in my chair, glairing off into a corner. I kind of wish it wasn’t summer so I had a hoody, to complete the look. Cause right now I want to do everything I can to post the sign. I want it to be all over me: DANGER! Teenage rebel at work! Because I don’t want to be here, and I don’t want any of these people to think I’m OK with being here, cause I’m not. At all.
And else than that I don’t want any of them to know anything about me.
Usually I’m a good kid. I try to be “mature” for my age, which just means I don’t like the idea of coming off as your typical, temperamental teen. But right now I don’t care. I jam my headphones in and crank the music up way louder than normal. I’m slumping terribly in my chair, glairing off into a corner. I kind of wish it wasn’t summer so I had a hoody, to complete the look. Cause right now I want to do everything I can to post the sign. I want it to be all over me: DANGER! Teenage rebel at work! Because I don’t want to be here, and I don’t want any of these people to think I’m OK with being here, cause I’m not. At all.
And else than that I don’t want any of them to know anything about me.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Watching Out For You
Hello? Police? Hi, my name is Tyler Stockton... Yes, I’d like to report a missing person... Name? Emily Janet Durben... Her hair? It’s blond, a really light blond. Straw colored, I guess you could say. Just past shoulder length and straight. She normally wears it down... Eyes? Brown, kind of a light brown, with green flecks. She’s a little short, slender, and I guess you could say she looks sort of athletic.
Oh. When I last saw her, um, a white t-shirt with "cutie" written on it in light blue. The “I” was dotted with a little heart. And she had on straight legged genes, the dark ones, not the light blue type. And boots. She normally wears white sneakers, but she was wearing brown boots instead, with tan fur at the top. Tan pom-poms too. Actually, I think she had a purple jacket too, but she wasn’t wearing it. She almost never wears jackets.
Hu? Well, she’s at the skating rink a lot, the one by Bethany Park. She has figure skating lessons Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday from 4:00 to 5:30. Actually, her coach normally lets her go early on Fridays, like at 5:15ish. And then school, of course. She goes to Maple Ridge High. I have her class schedule if you need it… No? You sure? OK.
Um, she’s around her house a lot too, of course. She lives at 764 North, Mayflower Drive. It’s sort of a medium sized house, white with a dark brown roof and a nice lawn and little rosebushes in the—
Oh, right. Yes, of course you’ll be able to find it by the address. Right, sorry.
What?... No! I’m not related to her.
From school, sixth period math. If you’d let me give you her schedule you would’ve known that. She always answers the geometry questions, but she—
Last time I saw her? Yesterday. At 3:33… yeah, right after school.
I really don’t know why her parents haven’t called about her being missing.
What do you mean how do I know?! She wasn’t at school today!
No, she never misses! She has perfect attendance.
No, I don’t think she’s sick. I checked. She wasn’t in her room and the bed was all made and everything, and if you’re sick enough to stay—
Oh. Well, it’s kind of hard because her room is on the second floor. But her neighbors have this great tree. It’s a really easy climb...
Known her? Three months, one week, and four days. I could tell you the hours too, but I figure—
Why would you need to come to my house?... Well, I suppose so, if you think it would help… I live at 769 North, Brickey’s Lane. One street over from her and five houses up.
Yes, alright. See you in a moment then, officer... Yes, thank you, bye.
Oh. When I last saw her, um, a white t-shirt with "cutie" written on it in light blue. The “I” was dotted with a little heart. And she had on straight legged genes, the dark ones, not the light blue type. And boots. She normally wears white sneakers, but she was wearing brown boots instead, with tan fur at the top. Tan pom-poms too. Actually, I think she had a purple jacket too, but she wasn’t wearing it. She almost never wears jackets.
Hu? Well, she’s at the skating rink a lot, the one by Bethany Park. She has figure skating lessons Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday from 4:00 to 5:30. Actually, her coach normally lets her go early on Fridays, like at 5:15ish. And then school, of course. She goes to Maple Ridge High. I have her class schedule if you need it… No? You sure? OK.
Um, she’s around her house a lot too, of course. She lives at 764 North, Mayflower Drive. It’s sort of a medium sized house, white with a dark brown roof and a nice lawn and little rosebushes in the—
Oh, right. Yes, of course you’ll be able to find it by the address. Right, sorry.
What?... No! I’m not related to her.
From school, sixth period math. If you’d let me give you her schedule you would’ve known that. She always answers the geometry questions, but she—
Last time I saw her? Yesterday. At 3:33… yeah, right after school.
I really don’t know why her parents haven’t called about her being missing.
What do you mean how do I know?! She wasn’t at school today!
No, she never misses! She has perfect attendance.
No, I don’t think she’s sick. I checked. She wasn’t in her room and the bed was all made and everything, and if you’re sick enough to stay—
Oh. Well, it’s kind of hard because her room is on the second floor. But her neighbors have this great tree. It’s a really easy climb...
Known her? Three months, one week, and four days. I could tell you the hours too, but I figure—
Why would you need to come to my house?... Well, I suppose so, if you think it would help… I live at 769 North, Brickey’s Lane. One street over from her and five houses up.
Yes, alright. See you in a moment then, officer... Yes, thank you, bye.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Seeing Double
I don’t know. I mean, you can’t really understand it unless you’ve experienced it. I even have a hard time really being able pin it down or anything when it’s not going on, like, when I’m not right there in the moment. I guess you might try to compare it to looking in a mirror. And it’s like that, sort of. Only it’s totally different. Sorry. It’s hard to explain.
For one thing it’s not flipped like a mirror. You know, like, where right is left and left is right? Like, if I lift both my right hands at the same time they’re on different sides.
That’s the other thing. That would probably never really happen, not unless you planned it, like said “Raise your right arm, OK? Ready? One, two, three, now!” Because there are two of you. And even though they’re both you, you’re two separate people. Does that make any sense? It’s like you’re looking at yourself and it is you, almost like the you in the mirror, but it’s you facing the other direction, so if a cat runs in back of you or something then one you can’t see it but the other you can, so they react different, because they can see it. The cat, or whatever it is. It’s not like an alter ego or anything. It’s you, like, it looks like you and acts like you and thinks like you, because it is you, but it’s a you in another place reacting to that place, that angle. You just react different, cause you experience different stuff. That’s really all it is. It’s just being in two places at once. Like, for real, literally.
But, the two places at once idea, that almost makes it sound simple; it’s not. It’s weird. Like, way weird; like, have you ever had a conversation with yourself? Like, full on, with body language and listening to your own tone of voice and everything, and maybe even shaking your own hand. Of course you haven’t. Because you can’t really do that without multiplying, without really having your physical self right there, right out in front of you, not just the copy-cat in the mirror. You can only imagine what it’s like, like, to have your thoughts, your feelings, being said to you, and you mostly know what you’re going to say, but sometimes you surprise yourself. You can only imagine it.
Can you? Imagine it?
For one thing it’s not flipped like a mirror. You know, like, where right is left and left is right? Like, if I lift both my right hands at the same time they’re on different sides.
That’s the other thing. That would probably never really happen, not unless you planned it, like said “Raise your right arm, OK? Ready? One, two, three, now!” Because there are two of you. And even though they’re both you, you’re two separate people. Does that make any sense? It’s like you’re looking at yourself and it is you, almost like the you in the mirror, but it’s you facing the other direction, so if a cat runs in back of you or something then one you can’t see it but the other you can, so they react different, because they can see it. The cat, or whatever it is. It’s not like an alter ego or anything. It’s you, like, it looks like you and acts like you and thinks like you, because it is you, but it’s a you in another place reacting to that place, that angle. You just react different, cause you experience different stuff. That’s really all it is. It’s just being in two places at once. Like, for real, literally.
But, the two places at once idea, that almost makes it sound simple; it’s not. It’s weird. Like, way weird; like, have you ever had a conversation with yourself? Like, full on, with body language and listening to your own tone of voice and everything, and maybe even shaking your own hand. Of course you haven’t. Because you can’t really do that without multiplying, without really having your physical self right there, right out in front of you, not just the copy-cat in the mirror. You can only imagine what it’s like, like, to have your thoughts, your feelings, being said to you, and you mostly know what you’re going to say, but sometimes you surprise yourself. You can only imagine it.
Can you? Imagine it?
Saturday, November 13, 2010
A Very Short, Slightly Pathetic Explanation of Umbrella Boy
The general idea for umbrella boy came from a role-play game a friend of mine was doing. It was based on a high school for kids with useless super powers called Ocean View High. I absolutely loved the idea and asked her to give me some of the info about it, including the character profiles (I never joined the game, I don’t do role play) and from there I started to put my own spin on the story and some of the characters, including making some of my own. The story my sister wrote obviously takes place before Braden gets to Ocean View, but believe me, you’ll be hearing more about him, as well as other kids at his new school! :)
(BTW, I have an art blog, if you wish to visit!)
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