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 Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 1:52 pm
This story is rated PG-13 for language. and there probably will be kissing scenes.
What's it feel like to be Bill Gates? How does it feel to have so much money, you don't know what to do with yourself? I wanna know what it's like to be a hero, you know, save someone from a burning building. The Classics. I want to be a normal person and sleep at night, not during the day. I want to be that kid you never see study; who is in the student government, drama club, on the swim team, AND has a job at the local blockbuster yet still manages to make principals honor roll. Why can't I be that one girl that the boys sit and stare at for hours? What makes her so special?
Oh wait, I know all those answers. It's because I'm Jenna Cole, the geekiest, unluckiest, flat-chested fifteen year old that has ever walked this earth.
But then again, everyone says I'm intelligent, hilarious, talented and just all around amazing. Plus I was voted for "Most Likely to Succeed". Psh, who am I kidding? None of that counts for anything in life. All you need to succeed is connections, money, and looks. Or connections and money to pay for plastic surgery so you can be "socially acceptable".
Why doesn't school prepare you for reality? They want to teach kids something useful, why not give us lessons on how taxes will rob us of our money and make us go bankrupt? or "Sorry! You don't look a thing like Jessica Simpson so you can't be a singer/model/actress! Go find a new career or come back when you look better." I'm sure parents would appreciate saving money and the kids wouldn't be as crushed. Eh, but who listens to a teenage loser? The only time I'd get to be heard is on an interview for "What it is like to be a ghost" and even then, they'd have to blur my face so I wouldn't give toddlers nightmares. Of course, that's assuming the camera's didn't crack first.
You want to know what goes on in my life? Nothing. I don't go partying every weekend and I definitely don't have a boyfriend. My only companions are my computer, iPod, and guitar. Not much, but they get me through.
"Jenna!" I hear my name called, "I have a present for you!" Oh brother, it's going to be another camera. The bottom line is, my parents are obsessed with the thought of me becoming a professional photographer; their decision, not mine. What I want is to be the lead guitarist for an amazing band.
I slide down the banister and land in front of my mom who has a smile plastered on her face.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Here, happy late birthday." My mother cheers, shoving a piece of paper in my hand. I didn't look at it.
"Mom, my birthday was 3 months ago, it's okay."
"Will you look at it before you give it back?" She protested. I sighed and looked at the palm of my right hand.
"TICKETS AND A BACKSTAGE PASS TO MY CHEM!" I squealed. My Chemical Romance is my favorite band of all time. "How? Where? Why?" I stuttered. My mom laughed.
"My bosses daughter got sick and won't be able to make it, I know your father and I said you wouldn't be allowed to attend one till next year but these were free and I knew you wanted to go."
"I LOVE YOU!" I hugged her tight, "This is amazing!"
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 3:09 pm
keep writing writing writing por favor!
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 3:50 pm
I can't wait to see where this goes.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 5:02 pm
I don't know why I started thinking the way I do. Maybe it's because I've never had a boyfriend or because boys have always been mean to me but my opinion will be the same forever; my opinion is that boys suck. Except for a select few. Those "select few" are going to make my year-maybe my life-this Friday.
Gosh, Im still letting it sink in. What, you don't remember? How dare you forget! My mother gave me a backstage pass to see My Chemical Romance a.k.a. the best band ever! I'm mostly excited, not about hearing them live, but meeting Frank Iero, the man of my dreams. You can't tell me he is not drop dead gorgeous, I might have to slap you. Frank is really smart and funny too; Not to mention his voice is so sexyseductivemanly and he owns a great smile.
The concert is rapidly approaching; It's Wednesday already and my mom promised me we would go shopping for an outfit. I sware, I will never complain about my mother being evil ever again, I mean, buying my a whole outfit for this life-alteringunimportant, small event is not evil.
We went to the local Hot Topic where I bought a new Invader Zim t-shirt, a mini-skirt and fishnets, plus some new black eyeliner. On the way back my mother had the nerve to bring up my sister.
"Jenna, I'm so glad you're happy." my mother commented, glancing at me then re-focusing on the road.
"I'm happy that I get to meet my favorite band." I exclaimed, squealing for about the sixth time today.
"You deserve to be happy like Danielle." my mom smiled, this time her eyes remained on the road.
"I've always been happy, what are you implying?"
control your anger Jenna; count back from 10.
"Nothing, you're just quiet and Danielle was always talkative." my mother said, pulling into a parking lot for Publix.
"I'm a completely different person, mom. Danielle was social, I'm not. It means nothing." I gritted through my teeth. She always compares me to Danielle and it is so ******** retarded, I'm not her.
"I know honey, it's just-nevermind. I'm going inside, do you need anything?" Once again, she changed the subject before I had a chance to really let out some steam.
"No." I said and turned on the radio. When she left, I blasted some good old fashioned My Chemical Romance. They never fail me.
Now, you might be wondering who Daniella is; All I have to say about her is she was my sister, very perfect sister. Why do we keep using 'was' with her? Well, she's deceased. Gone. Dead. She passed on. When I was 13 Daniella was 16, she died in a car crash, she had gotten in a car with a drunk driver who ended up sailing off the edge of a cliff. Not so perfect now, huh? Which is exactly why I wasn't so depressed about it. Danielle hogged the spotlight and she was a b***h to me.
Now I have her room and all the attention I deserve. I must sound like an a*****e saying all this, but the truth is I'm being honest and that's all I care about. It's better you know the real me, right?
I hummed along to "Vampires Will Never Hurt You" and waited patiently for my mom to walk out of the store and plead for my help to put the bags in the trunk.
Eventually she strutted out with two bags and a smile glued on her face. She looked as if she had just come back from an awesome rave. She didn't beg for help. She didn't complain about the music, in fact, she hummed along with me.
"Are you high?" I questioned.
My mother chuckled, "No! I was remembering that summer Danielle went to Europe and she came back with pink hair."
Oh." of course, it's still 100% about her dead daughter. How wonderful.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 5:44 pm
I like, can't wait to see what happens at the concert. And yes Frankie is undeniably Hot/Gorgeous/Sexy/Cute/etc. [I could go on for hours].
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 3:22 pm
Someone lend me a hand, the English language confuses me thanks to Mr. Roberts who was trying to tell us that math is the only universal language that never changes. In class today he pointed out that in eggplant there is no egg, and boxing rings are square; that a house can burn up as it burns down and your alarm clock goes off by going on. Which, now that I think about it, it is true. Who made up these things? They obviously aren't as smart as everyone presumed they were.
After arriving home I got a head start on my history project that was due next Friday. We had to write a report on one of the people who signed the Declaration of Independence. I got as far as choosing Benjamin Franklin and bookmarking a few websites about him.
Then I went downstairs to join my mother and father for dinner. My mother was supposed to be making my favorite dish: lasagna.
"Are you ready for the concert?" my father started small talk, he didn't really care, he only cared about the newspaper and his coffee.
"Definitely. But Im nervous as well." I answered, noticing the newspaper was old, about a week old.
"I'm sure that's normal, you are going by yourself." that was a sad attempt by my mother to make comfort me.
"She's not nervous about that dear! She's meeting My Chemical Romance, her favorite band, they are pretty much her version of Elvis Presley." my father explained. He looked over his newspaper and winked at me.
"Exactly." I sighed, relieved I wouldn't have to say anything.
"Oh." my mother responded.
Fast forward to after the concert
I stared at the door in front of me. I was dripping of swear from screaming my heart out and moshing.
'Open it already!' I screamed at myself. But somehow, I couldn't make my arm budge. This couldn't be real. not waiting behind those doors. I popped my knuckles and steadied my breathing and grabbed the doorknob. 'Don't faint Jenna.'
But before I could open the door someone from the other side pulled it open. It was Gerard. He saw me and his face lit up.
"Another fan?" he asked me. I nodded, speechless. "Well go take a seat along with the others, I was going to get soda's, want one?"
"Sure." I managed to say.
"What's your name?" Gerard inquired.
"Jenna."
"Hi Jenna, I'm Gerard." he held out his hand. I grabbed it and giggled.
"Gee, I'm sure she knows who you are." A voice said from behind Gerard.
"Yea, I know Ray, I was only being polite." he answered, "be back soon." I moved to the side but his arm still brushed against mine and I blushed.
"Come in." Ray welcomed. Looking around I saw two couches. One was hogged by fan girls talking at a fast pace, the other held Mikey who, I assumed, was cooling down. Bob was replacing his gauge earring and Frank was fiddling with his wedding band.
"Guys, this is Jenna." Ray introduced me to everyone. Bob waved, Mikey grunted, Frank smiled and the fan girls leered. They had already bonded with each other and established who got whom. They obviously weren't going to make room for me.
's**t. I'm the odd one out.'
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 4:43 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 4:17 pm
Oh my god, I actually felt I was Jenna.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 7:08 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 10:32 pm
Your writing style is fantastic.
Realistic too.
More please?
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 12:21 pm
Thanks everyone for your opinions and compliments, it makes writing this story great.
You know what phrase is way too over used? "Time is of the essence". And it doesn't make any sense if you put the two definitions together. Time is the duration of something, or the measurement of minutes,hours,days,weeks,months, etc. Essence is a substance in concentrated form. But if you take away all the scientific definitions and apply the expressions to life, it works. It means time is everything.
Without time, there is no way to differentiate night and day, and everything in between. The human race would be stuck, we would have chaos. I'm not suggesting what would happen if we took away watches, clocks and sundials. We would simply use the sun itself to tell time like our grandfathers. No, what I'm suggesting is what would happen if time disappeared. Can you picture life as we know it without minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years? It's hard isn't it? It's hard to digest that we only think in the form of crunching numbers.
Time is of the essence. There is a whole new meaning when you're sitting 5 feet away from your favorite band, not saying a word. Don't get me wrong, I would probably be making an a** of myself, that is, if I had a chance to speak. These nut job fan girls beside me won't shut up. I kept glancing over at Frank who kept checking his watch. See what I mean? Everything revolves around time!
If I wasn't talking, what was I doing? I was tapping my fingers, picturing myself eating a cheeseburger, and remembering how awesome I thought this was going to be. I listened as Brittany laugh at her own joke.
'Stupid blond bimbo' I thought, scoffing out loud. A little too loud.
"Is there a problem?" Brittany turned her attention to me, along with everyone else.
"Uh, no. I was just wondering why no one has taped your mouth shut yet." I answered.
"Well excuse me little miss gothic freak, I don't hear you striking up a conversation with them."
"'Them', 'Them'! Do you even know their names?" I paused for a response, the girl blushed, "Have you written an essay on 'them' because they saved you from suicide? I'm guessing probably not, you more than likely have a perky life where all you think of is the mall, the beach and dandelions!" She glared at me, her veins popping from her throat.
"b***h." I watched as she stomped off, her girlfriends trailing behind her. I sighed, surprised at the effect I could have on others.
"Sunshine and dandelions? I think I've found my new best friend." Frank commented. I smiled, nervously biting the inside of my cheek.
"Sorry for chasing off your fans." I apologized. I grabbed my soda and downed the rest of it.
"It's perfectly fine, I'm interested in hearing about this essay based on me." Gerard said.
"Not only about you; Frank, Mikey, Bob and Ray are included as well." I corrected, spreading my legs over the now empty couch.
"OOH! Four points for knowing our names." Ray joked.
"Well I'm sure you don't want to hear about my pathetic excuse of a life."
"What! of course we do!" Mikey gasped, much to my dismay.
"Long story short? I don't have much to live for." The guys nodded. I think they caught that I didn't want to talk about it.
There was a short silence that followed suit, but it wasn't awkward at all. I think we were all enjoying the silence. I kept hearing the roar of the crowd for them. It was overwhelming to hear 25,000 die hard fans screaming "My Chem!" in unison repeatedly. It made me a little sad too. Here I was, a fan long before Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge, that was amongst thousands who felt the same for them as I did. It was hard to admit that My Chemical Romance was no longer just my band, but the worlds.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 5:50 pm
I can't wait for the next post, I love this story! heart
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 8:23 pm
OMG! Fall Out Boy quote! I love this chapter, that is exactly what I would say to those preppy a**-faced bitches!
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2007 4:28 pm
More!!! More!!! What happens after that?? By the way, your stories make me smile
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