Tuesday, July 27, 2010
I met Andy.
He was, well, hot. His blond hair was styled in a skater boy do.
His blue eyes stood out. He was taller than me, only by a couple of
inches, but still taller than me. He-
No, Casey. Can't do that again. Never again. The small, almost
unnoticeable bulge in my stomach proved that.
I opened the front door of my house and prepared myself.
"Where the hell have you been?" my dad thundered. "You know you're
not supposed to leave the house without telling one of us. Your
mother has been worried sick!"
"Calm down, she's here now," my mother called softly from the
"And her being here now makes whatever she was doing while she was
out perfectly fine, right?"
"Don't worry, Dad," I said, walking past him on my way to the
stairs. "You can't be pregnant twice over."
Saturday, July 17, 2010
"Oh, no!" the girl gasped as the things that she was holding fell into
"Teddy!" I exclaimed. I ran up to them. "I am so sorry," I said to
her. "I'm trying to teach him not to shout at people on the pier when
they're not looking at him, but it doesn't seem to be working. Was
that anything important?"
She sighed and shook her head, causing her short brown hair to barely
move. "Not really."
"I'm Teddy, and I'm four," my little brother offered.
She smiled. "Hi, Teddy. I'm Casey."
"How old are you?"
"You're almost my brother's age! He's sixteen!"
"And where does your brother go to school?"
"He goes to high school."
"I go to St. Georges," I supplied.
She lifted her chin and raised an eyebrow. "Catholic school boy."
I wasn't sure how to respond to this, so I just shrugged.
"You like it there?"
"It's not too bad."
"I'm sure it isn't," she said.
This girl sure knew how to keep me from talking.
She stood up carefully and smiled at my brother. "Bye, Teddy. It was
nice talking to you."
"Where are you going?" I blurted out. Sometimes I sounded more like
Teddy than he did himself.
"Home. Maybe I'll see you around..."
She nodded and walked away.
"She's pretty," Teddy said.
"Yeah, she sure is."
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
I was sitting on the edge of the pier with my legs swinging back and forth. The pills were in my hand. With any luck, I'd fall into the pond when the pills took effect. No need to tramuatize some innocent person with the burden of finding my body. The empty bottle of sedatives was being a paperweight for my note. I lifted the pils to my mouth and-
"Hey! Watcha doin'?"