The Girl With the Golden Hair

The Girl With the Golden Hair

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A girl on the eve of her eighth grade graduation recalls all of her memories of growing up with her best friend.
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A girl on the eve of her eighth grade graduation recalls all of her memories of growing up with her best friend.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Golden

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Submitted: April 22, 2017

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"All silver and gold, and the articles of bronze or iron, are sacred to the Lord. They shall be put in the treasury of the Lord."

-Joshua 6:19

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I cried on the way home that day. The gentle hum of the car, the placid scenery of the cattle ranches whizzing by, and the setting orange sun left me to my own thoughts. My mother was talking to a man she worked with over the phone. Ever since her new job, she was getting more and more calls, meaning our longs talks during the car ride home were often cut short. I wasn't really paying attention to what they were saying. I only tuned into the conversation when I heard the man cuss. My mother just rolled her eyes and reminded the man that her daughter Johanna was in the car. I propped my head against the window and steaming, hot tears rolled down my cheek and pattered on the arm rest.

 

Why was I crying? Today had been a story-book day. School was just movies and games. It was a perfect day. I was with my friends whom I had known since before I could do two-digit multiplication. Unfortunately, there wouldn't be many more perfect days. I was graduating eighth grade tomorrow night. My class, whom I loved dearly, would be split up; all of us were going to different high schools, and some of us would never see each other again. I would miss everyone: Jeffrey, the brother I never had; Luke, the tallest fourteen year-old comedian; Gabe, king of the silent, snooty remarks; Jake, who would argue anything anywhere at any time; and Nathaniel, a good friend to all. The girls, of course, were a family of their own. With Hannah, the ultimate Shade Queen; Juliette, our hardcore competitor; Esther, our sassy and slightly inappropriate friend; and my best friend Genevieve, the sweetest and funniest girl you'd ever meet, it was like they were my second family.

 

Genevieve. She was the other reason I was crying. She had been my best friend since third grade, but I had known her since before kindergarten. After this year, she would go to a different high school and probably make a whole new batch of friends. The very thought of this made me burn with jealousy which only led to more tears.

 

I lifted up my head and wiped my tears on my sleeve. As I looked out the window, I saw the hot afternoon sun of the Central Valley shining bright in its last few minutes before setting. The grassy fields were bathed in a golden light that would not last for much longer. This reminded me of the first time Genevieve Saldaña actually registered in my mind. I had known her in preschool, but she had her best friend, and at the time mine was a girl by the name of Jazmyn Evans. In Kindergarten, there were two classes. Jazmyn was in one, and Genevieve and I were in the other. I remember it very clearly.

 

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It was the first day of kindergarten. After an extremely long welcoming ceremony and dealing with parents who didn't want to let go, our teacher Mrs. Taylor, a Peruvian who insisted on teaching her students English and Spanish, was able to herd us back to our classroom. Mrs. Taylor had her room scented a distinct smell, a fragrance that was associated by all as the smell of learning and education. It was a clean, sharp smell, but it was almost sweet, intoxicating young children and giving them a desire to be there and learn. I took my assigned seat, although I've long forgotten who my desk mate was. Mrs. Taylor began to take roll, calling each of our names for the first time.

 

"Genevieve Saldaña?" Mrs. Taylor had asked.

 

"Here!" came the reply. The whole class turned to where the answer had come from. Genevieve sat across the aisle from me, next to our future "non-legal, legal brother" Jeffrey. At the time, I didn't recognize her from preschool so I naturally assumed she was new.

 

It was this moment that I would never forget. Everyone turned back around, and Mrs. Taylor resumed reading aloud names. I, however, continued to look at the girl. The sun was shining just so through the window above the door, that it illuminated her caramel mocha-colored hair. Being six, I saw her hair as turning "gold." From then on, I associated her with golden hair. To this day, when the sun shines down on her hair, it still glows golden just like it did in kindergarten.

 

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I cried even harder on the way home that day.


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