Cautious

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As a young girl I had always loved the thought of being in a tower and the kingdoms most gorgeous man coming and telling me to sneak out cause he loves me. That was until I was about 10 or so, when I realized all guys wanted were the prettiest girl in the kingdom. It didn’t even have to be the prettiest, just the most popular. Then when I turned 12 to 13 I realized guys were getting more intermit and wanted the girl’s bodies.
I’ve had my fair share of guys I’m not pretty I’m not ugly or not skinny either but I always thought that guys would like me for me, I have really big boobs and I thinks that`s what attracts guys but sometimes i wish i didn’t have boobs at all. Sarah my best friend has brown locks she looks like Shirley temple and is a B12 cup and it really annoys me because I’m a C12 cup. She has had so many more boyfriends then me, one guy even proposed to her with a promise ring in the middle of class. I’m Katie I’m in year 8, my best friend is Sarah and i have had exactly 12 boyfriends my best friend Sarah has had over 20 boyfriends and is the most popular, prettiest girl ever. I have a secret not even Sarah knows and I’m still not going to tell her because if i did, well i would be now as.

Chapter 1 (v.1) - Cautious

Submitted: November 12, 2011

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1) As a young girl I had always loved the thought of being in a tower and the kingdoms most gorgeous man coming and telling me to sneak out cause he loves me. That was until I was about 10 or so, when I realized all guys wanted were the prettiest girl in the kingdom. It didn’t even have to be the prettiest, just the most popular. Then when I turned 12 to 13 I realized guys were getting more intermit and wanted the girl’s bodies. I’ve had my fair share of guys I’m not pretty I’m not ugly or not skinny either but I always thought that guys would like me for me, I have really big boobs and I thinks that`s what attracts guys but sometimes i wish i didn’t have boobs at all. Sarah my best friend has brown locks she looks like Shirley temple and is a B12 cup and it really annoys me because I’m a C12 cup. She has had so many more boyfriends then me, one guy even proposed to her with a promise ring in the middle of class. I’m Katie I’m in year 8, my best friend is Sarah and i have had exactly 12 boyfriends my best friend Sarah has had over 20 boyfriends and is the most popular, prettiest girl ever. I have a secret not even Sarah knows and I’m still not going to tell her because if i did, well i would be now as.

2) I’m standing on the edge, about to fall with a knife pointed to my back; the wind is yearling and the sounds of screaming is all i can hear, along with the gushing of the ocean i turn around and i see a face but its blurred like a finger over the photo lence of a camera but then as i start to make it out i wake up. My mother yelling at me to get up, i rub my eyes to get the shit out of the corners and i finally start to regain the feeling in my body. I decide i was going to skip breakfast, i never really understood the fact that scientist always say the it’s the most important meal of the day when really everyone skips it. As i get to school i see Catharine running up to me with tears in her eyes. (I’m like the mother of our group the one that sorts everything out the one that’s always there for you wether you did something wrong or not.) She’s mumberling words i cannot understand, but i can make out: she had said something about her boyfriend Charlie, dumping her or kissing another girl. I wasn’t sure but either way he made my friend upset and that all i needed to know. By the end of the day it turned out as just a misunderstanding. It was Friday so that night i was sleeping over at Sarah’s she and i were going to give each other a facial but then the police came to my door step just as i was about to leave to go to her house. The police sat my whole family down: my mum- Juliet and its funny because she didn’t find my dad and apparently her first love until she was 20 something even when her name is Juliet. My dad- Pete who was such a ladies’ man in “his time” even though no matter how hard i try i just can’t imagine it. My brother- Rhys but i never call I’m that, i always call him rhino, not because he’s as fat as one, maybe when he is older and gets a beer belly maybe , but i call him Rhino because when he was little that’s all he liked and he made us all start calling him Rhino.

I decided i didn’t want another dream like the night before so i didn’t go to bed at all on Friday partially because of what the police had said “I’m going to ask you Mr. Jones (aka my dad) and your family to answer some questions of ours, regarding the where about of Sarah Down, when did you each see Sarah last? Dad: well only last Friday night to Sunday morning it was our turn to host the girls weekly sleep over. Rhino: yeah that’s when i saw Sarah as well. Mum: well i saw her on Tuesday with her mother shopping at Coles. Me: i saw her on Thursday at school but i didn’t see her today i thought she was sick that’s why i still wanted to go to her house for a sleep over to check if she was ok until you guys came in. Police: thank you we will contact you if we find Sarah. So i didn’t sleep that night but ended up sleeping during the day on Saturday.

3) I stepped into the middle of the air only realizing it until I’m half way through falling. Although the rush was already killing me i couldn’t help but think about heaven, whether or not I’m going to heaven or hell, wether god or satin is already waiting for me. I look up and see the face staring down at me still blurring but the only thing i make out is the face is crying wether they were tears of happiness or sadness, i didn’t know, all i knew was the face was crying and as a tear fell softly on my face i woke up. This time mum isn’t yelling at me to wake up but then i realize the time and what day it is: Saturday 4:30p.m. i had slept through almost the whole day i was frustrated a whole day to spare with Sarah and i spent it sleeping but then Sarah was missing and no one knew where she was. I was craving chocolate even though i know it’s not good for my weight as a year eight I’m already 65 kg and I’m eating chocolate. Sarah weighs exactly 52.3Kg, she weighs herself every day and watches what she eats, I on the other hand stopped craving chocolate and just wanted to cry, cry for Sarah for my weight for no boyfriend and every other different flaw about myself i could think of. Then i started crying more because i was think about how i was thinking about myself at a time like this when my best friend could be raped or dead! For all i know. Then when i thought i had lost everything i found something i should always treasure whenever I’m upset my family the company of my wonderful mother, Father and even Rhino. My mum had come and sat with me for ages just sitting not talking and thinking. Sunday came and i didn’t have a dream i was really hopping for another one though, it was like a story had been written three quarters of the way and at the fourth it had just stopped. I decided to go and see Sarah’s mum, Patricia she looks a lot like Sarah, blue eyes like a crystal sea, blonde wavy luscious hair and a perfect slim body. Sarah is a mini Patricia. I knock on the Down’s door and i wait awhile and then i hear the little sound of soft feet touching the ground, it must be Patricia. She opens the door and there standing in front of me is a half asleep, under the couch forgotten old beef jerky or otherwise known as Mrs. Down. Patricia had been crying and i don’t mean opps i fell over and it hurts crying like losing your daughter crying. She mumbled, “Come inside Katie” i followed Patricia inside into the lounge room. She offered me something to eat i said no. She asked me how i had been, i said terrible but wanted to see if you were ok. The conversation continue just sitting trying the not talk about Sarah. Soon enough my time at come and i left Patricia hoping she would be okay.

4) I’m floating or flying, into the air the clouds of people each one like a book telling a different story of what happened to that clouds life, friends, family and death. I look closer they aren’t clouds they are spirits of people. As I’m floating, i float up towards a single cloud with my book; i knew it was mine because it had my name on it i started to read it. As i start to open my book, i wake up with m mum next to me; i had fallen asleep with her by my side. She mumbles and say “ you can stay home today from school if you want?” its Monday and i really didn`t want to go to school and see all of the faces so i agreed. Mum still wanted to go to work only because she has a work payed counsellor she asked if i wanted to come i answered no.

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