Oh, Rebecca Ch 2Rebecca sat in AP Chemistry, unusually unfocused. For some reason, her mind was drifting around that awkward area of boyswell, to be specific, one certain boyshe couldn't think his name out loud (even in her own head), it would be too embarrassing! She shook her head, looking back at her worksheet. Oddly enough, everything written on the paper seemed, well, foreign to her. It was weird; chem was her thing.
Ugh, she thought. This was another reason why she didn't bother socializing with others. It distracted her too much from her work. Sure, she was at the top of her class, but her guidance counselor had informed her that a student (who wished to remain anonymous) was a close second. She couldn't let her guard down, not for one minute.
I mean, it's not like he meant anything by it. It was total pity, one side of her head thought.
Of course he did, you stupid! He almost kissed you. There's something there, the other protested.
A third thought poppe
Oh, Rebecca: Ch 1Mitch Knight closed Rebecca's diary silently. Those things she thought people hated about her were the things he'd admired. Well, at least for the short time he'd known her, if you could call that knowing her. They were partnered up in English class for a book project. She seemed reluctant at first, telling the teacher that she'd prefer to work alone, but Mitch insisted that they would be a great pair. But now he saw why she'd acted that way.
She'd left it on his desk, earlier. It was just a normal notebook, so Mitch thought it contained information about the project. After he realized it was her journal, he wanted to close it, but the entry was just too enticing to keep reading. He'd never felt more sympathy (or empathy, he couldn't ever tell the difference) for anyone he'd ever met. The only thing he wanted to do was take her in his arms and squeeze her tightly, stroking her natural black hair and whisper that he cared.
He clutched the notebook to his chest. He didn't get it. He didn
Oh, Rebecca: PrologueI don't know where to go, what to do, or how to get out. I'm trapped in my own mind and it damn sucks. It's pretty bad that I think that I'll never get married, but I'm positive that there isn't a single man on this planet that would want to put up with me. I know I'm annoying. It's a fact. It's not like I'm degrading myself or anything; I'm just stating what everybody already knows. It seems to be the first thing everyone realizes, right after the "Oh, that's the kooky girl with the black, messy hair and pale skin. Freak." Once they talk to me, they hear the awkward subtone in my voice. Then they recognize the corrections I make about everything they say. And then they hate my stupid puns and lame jokes that no one seems to get almost as much as they hate me.
But it's not like I can blame them, because I kinda hate me too.
Rebecca Willington, 01.31.12
The SacrificeShe's doused in fire
Yet she does not burn
Her screams may never tire
It makes my stomach churn
This girl is such a sinner
But her eyes plead for pity
The priest says we should skin her;
There's nothing wrong with our city
Sacrifice for our great god
Couldn't possibly be wrong
Satisfied, all the citizens nod
I just wish it didn't last so long
Finally, her essence disappears
Her golden locks gone with a blur
I find my face covered in tears
That girl, I was in love with her
My BelgianThey say it's impossible
It can't ever work, no way
You're too far from me
Four thousand miles between us
It's not love when you're on
The other side of the globe
We've never met in person
Even though our eyes have met
It's hard for me to believe them
My feelings for you are real
Six hours ahead just means you're
Constantly going to be in my future
You're fluent in my native language
And I'm trying to learn yours for you
And when my name graces your lips
It's like you've kissed me a few times
I have stopped listening to the others
And started hearing the voice of reason
Because when our hearts connect
It's like you're sitting right next to me
Two Truths, One LieFirst day of school. Fourth period. Speech class. The students seemed to be swelling with excitement.
Even the pale, lanky guy in the back had a hint of a smile on his face.
The teacher smiled at them when she stood in front of the classroom. It was the warmest smile they'd seen from any teacher all day, and most of them appreciated it.
"Let's play a game to get to know each other better," she said.
Who doesn't like games? Even high school juniors and seniors liked these sorts of things.
"It's called 'Two Truths and One Lie.' What you'll do is simple: come up with three things to say to the class, two things are true, one thing is a lie."
A heavy girl raised her hand. "But I'm not a good liar "
"You see, dear, that's part of the game. We'll guess the truth based on your body language."
The students were given some time to work.
Then, the first name was drawn. Ironically, it was the heavy girl that spoke earlier.
She stood at the podium, obviously uneasy, and her voice jittered whe