ms. dynamite

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
story how a pretty girl can get your everytime

Submitted: June 15, 2007

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Submitted: June 15, 2007

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  I met Ms. Dynamite on a bet at a high school football game.
She asked what I was doing here, maybe she didn't notice my age.
Before I could think I said my wittiest answer and gave her a smile.
She broke off my bracelet, reached into her bag and gave me a book.
We'll borrow she said
Next Ms. Dynamite told me she was taking me home.
She played all the music that has since changed my life.
She told me we'll see each other again one day and speed away.
Three months later I was leaving a party and I noticed a black car passed me by.
It turned around and Ms. Dynamite told me to get in, she was taking me home.
She asked me how much did the book change my life.
Before I could think I told her the truth and gave her a smile.
She was wearing my bracelet I noticed.
I began to ask her why but before I could find the words I was home, she speed away again.
The next morning I woke up to Ms. Dynamite sleeping next to me.
I picked up my guitar and tried to figure out how she ended up in my bed.
I finally noticed she was watching me.
For the next 2 weeks we didn't leave my room.
She sang along to whatever song I could create.
I taped every second of her voice.
Ms. Dynamite asked if I would go with her to New York,
just to hang around she said.
Before I could think I said yes and gave her a smile.
I don't think she knew I was still in high school.
We walked around New York City with nothing more than a small duffle bag and my guitar.
We played for our food.
Along our way to nowhere we met various people.
Somehow we entered this scene that I'm left w/ no words to describe.
I fell in love with tortured poets, broken-dream actors, and disheartened singers.
I watched young faces turn jaded and corrupted by a society that doesn't care who they are.
They r forced to just survive.
I watched Ms. Dynamite gain mindless puppets,
just to tell them to go wherever home was.
I think we spent 4 years there in all.
Never making a penny more than what we came w/.
In the middle of the day Ms. Dynamite woke me up to ask me to leave.
Before I could think I packed up my guitar and gave her a smile,
the opportunity to travel w/ another local band came up.
I watched the city I called home go on w/out me when we left.
The next thing I know I'm traveling across the US in a crowded van watching Ms. Dynamite sing every night.
She captured every heart that laid eyes on her.
I lost track of time between the highways.
Every night the lights would go down but Ms. Dynamite would be left still shining in a world of dullness that I created to surround her.
Before the start of every show I forced myself to not cry for the one she would sing for that night.
If they only knew the pending heartbreak.
I gained songs to replace memories.
I always knew memories fade but a song never could.
I'd wake up to the sound of tires speeding down the highway and the thought of Ms. Dynamite's pity for me ending.
That day came just before Christmas Eve.
We were passing by a bus station and she pulled in the parking lot.
I knew what was going on, no word needed to be said.
I figured my time as her mindless puppet was over.
When she walked up to the bus named 'Home' she handed me a letter.
I wanted to tell her everything I've been meaning to say but I didn't,
I've heard it said to her before.
As I stepped onto the bus I said good-bye to Ms. Dynamite and gave her a smile.
She was still wearing my bracelet.
When I got home, a place I've almost forgotten, I remembered her letter in my pocket.
When I was done I burned it,
she wrote everything I meant to say.


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