Work in Progress - Strange Parties
February 10
6 p.m.
Shade has a posse of friends she's going with to the dance, and she's hoping to meet her boyfriend Beast there; though, she's been quiet about him to her friends. They all meet up at Marianne's place. There's no hiding while the memory plays, even Marianne's porch isn't safe. Shade still sees the way it looked last year before Beast asked her to prom - before the accident. The dead ferns are green and alive but quiet. The only sounds come from Marianne's speakers. George likes classical guitar.
I read the same passages in the mythology fantasy series I've been reading since the summer about a lost Cyclops; and I wait for Shade to disappear. The place where I'm at is a real low point for Fanta. The whole book he's been struggling to re-unite with Aphrodite, but it has been hit or miss. And she's not saying anything to get him out of trouble with Zeus, her dad. (Sometimes Fanta offers good advice on how to deal with Shade -- but he isn't helping me out tonight).
I don't speak to Shade while she dresses for the Valentine's dance. (At our high school, the social committee was super active last year, they even held a mini winter prom in December -- no Beast did not ask me to go, even though he did come over to my house for Thanksgiving, long story about why he did not ask me later).
Shade's friends drape a shimmery scarf over the dress I wore on this night last February. She tries on earrings and covers a zitt, a ton of face concealer and powders of all different kinds go flying. Her friends swear she looks perfect.
"But he'll see it!" She says.
All of her concerns seem trivial. Beast isn't here anymore except inside my head.
6 p.m.
Shade has a posse of friends she's going with to the dance, and she's hoping to meet her boyfriend Beast there; though, she's been quiet about him to her friends. They all meet up at Marianne's place. There's no hiding while the memory plays, even Marianne's porch isn't safe. Shade still sees the way it looked last year before Beast asked her to prom - before the accident. The dead ferns are green and alive but quiet. The only sounds come from Marianne's speakers. George likes classical guitar.
I read the same passages in the mythology fantasy series I've been reading since the summer about a lost Cyclops; and I wait for Shade to disappear. The place where I'm at is a real low point for Fanta. The whole book he's been struggling to re-unite with Aphrodite, but it has been hit or miss. And she's not saying anything to get him out of trouble with Zeus, her dad. (Sometimes Fanta offers good advice on how to deal with Shade -- but he isn't helping me out tonight).
I don't speak to Shade while she dresses for the Valentine's dance. (At our high school, the social committee was super active last year, they even held a mini winter prom in December -- no Beast did not ask me to go, even though he did come over to my house for Thanksgiving, long story about why he did not ask me later).
Shade's friends drape a shimmery scarf over the dress I wore on this night last February. She tries on earrings and covers a zitt, a ton of face concealer and powders of all different kinds go flying. Her friends swear she looks perfect.
"But he'll see it!" She says.
All of her concerns seem trivial. Beast isn't here anymore except inside my head.
"Who knew a cyclops could find such cool, shiny black
shoes?" Aphrodite says.
"Can you believe they aren't leather?" Fanta asks.
The ball on Olympus and last year is gone from my room.
"Can you believe they aren't leather?" Fanta asks.
The ball on Olympus and last year is gone from my room.
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