Stream of Consciousness Story

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Our English teacher told us to write these, and I loved mine! it's like a journal entry! :D

So I’m at mutual. Beforehand, I was really excited, because I’m always excited for mutual. And I was really excited because it’s combined this week, and a lot of my church friends are guys. Nicole told me they are making us food, which kind of scares me, knowing the guys. What if they poison us? I don’t think they would do it on purpose, but I wouldn’t put it past them to do it accidentally. Mom says she thinks they are probably just making us hot dogs and chips. She knows the guys well too, and it makes me giggle.

Sierra is with us again this week, and she’s almost as excited as I am. But we are both really sad, because of something that happened earlier in the week. But luckily, we are good at hiding it.

I look around the Relief Society room. Kirbee is not here, and I want to kick her butt. She said she would be here. I rarely get to see her, and we’ve been like sisters for seven years. So I really want to talk to her.

Sweet! They are passing around a signup sheet for the Stake Talent show. I completely forgot that was coming up. Instantly, there are butterflies in my stomach. Of course I’m going to do it. But no one from church has heard me sing, yet. And only two people from each ward can participate. What if I’m not good enough? Nicole is staring me down, wordlessly threatening me if I don’t put my name down right now. I take a deep breath and write my name down.

We are finished with opening exercises and everyone is leaving the room. Sierra is not paying attention, because she is talking to Nicole, so I grab her hand and pull out of the room, following the rest of the Young Women.

KIRBEE!!!!!!!! Yay! She’s actually here! “KIRBEE, I LOVE YOU!” I yell, giving her what we call a “rape-hug”, because you never know it’s coming, and it can be painful. She says she loves me too and I say she better and we head into the gym.

Mom was mostly wrong. The guys didn’t make us hot dogs, but they did use the grill. They made us grilled chicken. It was actually pretty good! So far, I’m still alive, so that’s a good sign. Weird. I was so hungry on the way here, but now I’m not so hungry anymore.

Oh yay, Ezra is sitting behind me. I’m kind of mad at him because he canceled our date twice in a row, and I gave up. He’s talking to Kirbee, and he looks at me, like he’s going to try to talk to me, but I guess he decided against it. Probably because I won’t make eye-contact with him, but I don’t know. I’m not in the best of moods. And now, it looks like I dragged Sierra down with me, so I feel worse.

I just told Cooper my plan to wait for his little brother Marcos, because I want Kelly as a mother-in-law, but I don’t want to marry Wilson, and he laughed his head off….not literally. That would be gross.

Dinner is over, and we’re putting the stuff away, but I need a drink, so I walk to the water fountain. Great, Wilson, Ezra, and a few other guys are there. Wilsonis trying to get in my way. Can’t he take a hint? I love him to death, but I’m pretty pissed! He says something to me and I tell him I’m still mad at him so leave me alone. He asks why and I tell him he knows why. Then he tells me his internet broke so he couldn’t answer me. But I don’t believe him….or I don’t care. But I do feel a little better. He was referring to when I was texting him and I asked him to prom next year. I’m definitely going next year, even if I have to ask a guy a year early. I’m not going to miss out on my senior prom.

Now I’m back in the gym, helping put stuff away. I just feel like moping and singing depressing songs, so I help a little and mope a little. Wilson comes back up to me, and says something I don’t remember, and I think Nicole says I need a hug. For some reason, she loves it when Wilson and I hug, because she thinks we are “meant for each other” and all that junk, but I think he likes Kaitlin, to be honest. I think Nicole just wants to live vicariously through me like I do with novels and movies. I’m crossing my arms and staring at the ground, and Kirbee tells me to stop it. Suddenly, there is a pair of strong arms around me. Yay rape-hugs! They are Wilson’s arms. I’m still crossing my arms, and I want to hug him back, but he’s holding me too tight. I don’t want to admit it, but it made me feel a lot better. Now I feel a little bit loved by someone. And then Issy slaps him on the butt, so he pulls away, and I almost keel over in laughter! It made my day! That was so funny! After that, my night seemed to go a lot better.


Submitted: April 27, 2012

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