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“Back off! Seriously back off!” I backed up towards….a window! ‘Great, I’m on the second floor. ‘ “BACK OFF!” I couldn’t see it anymore, but I could feel its presence. I felt around myself; looking for anything to defend myself. Anything. “Anything.” My foot slipped on something behind me. I knew that tonight was over. It felt like I watched my body fall into the abyss. Whack! My head made contact and then darkness.

…

‘Oh my head. Pain. Headache. PAIN!’ Then remembering what had happened last night I flashed my eyes open, but instantly regretted that action. Light flooded me. Everything was white. Instead of suffering in the complete emulousness I closed my eyes and attempted to hone in on my other senses. I heard nothing except my heart pounding. At least I knew I was alive. My nose worked, but I wish it didn’t. Whatever the smell was, it must have died. Could I move? I could. My body felt lifeless. My arms lifted easily; I could also wiggle my toes. ‘Okay. Let’s try this again.’ I opened my eyes once again. Light engulfed me. I slowly sat up, and there I sat in a glowing white space. The light bounced around. ‘Was this really where I was last night?’ I was still in a corner, but there was no window. I was still in my clothes from last night. I had the stamp on my wrist from the club last night. But how should I put this…my body was shimmering. Glimmering? Glistening? Whichever it was, it didn’t seem normal.

“Do you understand what is happening?”

‘Where did that voice come from?’ I jumped into a squatted position and tucked myself farther into the corner. “Who said that?” Silence. “Where are you?” Nothing. “Show yourself!?!” ‘Did I really want it to show itself. Was it the same person from last night?’ But if it wanted to fight, I was not going to back down. I threw my hands up into a fighting stance.

“No need for that. Alexandra relax yourself. I’m here to help you transition.” Again just a voice.

“If you are here to help, then show yourself!” ‘Transition?’ “What do you mean transition?”

A blazing being became more focused; they seemed to ooze from the white walls around me. “I’m here to help you transition. If you have any things you wish to bring to a close before your own close, I will help you find closure. Can you think of anything?”

‘Why do they keep saying transition? Bring to a close? My own close? Closure?’ “What are you talking about. I’m fine. I’m moving. I don’t need your help. I’m going back home.” I stood and tried to walk out of the endless room, but the blazing being stopped me. Seriously, my body stopped when the being’s glow moved in my way. “MOVE!”

“Alexandra. You need to keep your composure. I will explain everything in a moment. Can you keep calm?”

I wanted to strangle the glowing being, but sure I can be composed. Only for a moment. “Fine. Sure, Whatever.” I waited…

Suddenly the room that was once bright was full of darkness. I couldn’t see anything. But slowly my eyes accustomed themselves to the darkness. It was the room. It was filthy here. I didn’t notice last night but the floor was shrouded with trash. The wallpaper was torn and jagged. The only reason I could see anything at all, was because the blazing being was still besides me. Its glow was still vibrant amongst the darkness. I saw the window. It had bars on the outside; good thing I didn’t try that last night. I walked towards the window, but then I stumbled. ‘What was that? I pushed myself up, but it was not the floor that my hand pushed on…what am I touching?’ I jumped back! I know I touched something strange. It didn’t stay firm with my hand; it moved beneath me. “Wh…what was that? Show me.”

The being glided to the mass I was next to, until it was hovering next to the….body.

There was a body next to me. A lifeless body. ‘A BODY!’ I felt sick. I had used this body to brace myself. I felt disgusting. ‘Wait. A body.’ I crawled over to the body and checked their pulse. Maybe there was a chance they could be saved. Nothing. I took up the position to begin chest compressions…

“No need for that. Sadly this young woman is gone from this world.”

I got an eerie feeling. ‘Woman? No…’ I didn’t want to but I couldn’t look away. She had a pink top on like me. ‘Just a coincidence.’ She wore a blue jean skirt. ‘Normal for girls to have the same sense in fashion.’ The tiger stamp was also on her wrist. ‘Other people go to clubs. That’s normal.’ But…her face. Her face was my face. ‘My face. This was me. I was lifeless here in the dark alone.’ “How? Why? How?”

“Alexandra,” the glowing being came closer, “I need you to calm yourself.”

I couldn’t I was all sorts of feelings. Disbelief, anger, sadness, chills, confusion, depression. But that didn’t change anything. I needed to calm myself. ‘Just breathe Alex, breathe.’ But my body was not listening. It was shaking, and I don’t think it was going to stop.

“Alexandra. Alex….”

Suddenly arms wrapped me. Somebody was holding me. My body was relaxing. I wanted to look and see who was holding me, but instead I just hugged them harder. I wanted to just stay like this; because then that meant I didn’t have to deal with the problem at hand. But this smell…I knew this smell. It was coming from the person holding me. Looking up, there stood… Jeremiah!?! ‘WHAT!?! Jeremiah. My best friend who passed two years ago. How?’ I pushed him off of me and away. “Who are you?”

“It’s only been two years and you have forgotten me already, Alex?” Jeremiah smiled.

‘That grin. That was the grin that I have missed. How was it him? How was he here?’ Oh, how I have missed him. “Of course I remember you, Jeremiah. I miss you everyday,” my under control body was beginning to tremble again. Tears were forming. “Why are you here now? Where is here? Why did you have to leave me when I needed you most. Why..?” The floodgates opened.

Again Jeremiah hugged the sobbing Alex before him. “Oh, Alex. I’m sorry. It wasn’t my decision to leave either. If I could have stayed, I would have stay with you always. But God had a different plan. Now that I’m thinking about it; I probably needed to be here for you when you needed to transition. He knew that you would have no one. So for once I’m glad that I left this world two years ago. Even though watching you these last two years has been rough. I’ve tried to keep you safe. But some of your decisions have been terrible. Like the one last night. Why did you decide to go off with that scum? You knew that he was bad; why would you do that to yourself?”

I was listening, between my sobs, but I didn’t want to. I just wanted comfort, but all I was getting was a lesson. I knew that guy was bad news. I had planned to expose him, but instead I was cornered. I was killed. ‘Why me?’

“Alex. I’m sorry. Please stop crying. Please,” Jeremiah decided to let the lesson go. The results of her actions was not going to change. “Shhhhh…”

I’ve missed Jeremiah, so much. Life has been so empty without him. I’ve been just going through the motions. Jeremiah had been my only family left. Everyone else had already passed away when I was little. But for these last two years I’ve been reckless. I guess I’ve been trying to leave; ironic. Now that I’ve left; I desperately want to go back.

There are so many things that I haven’t done. Love, kids, life. Looking back I don’t think I would have actually achieved those things. Love: you have to first love yourself; and I don’t think I hated myself, but I was not happy. Kids: you need love first; maybe I should have adopted. I should have adopted! I could have given a different child a home and family. How I wish that could have been me. Life…my life was over. I wonder if I was able to continue, if I could have changed my life path. Now that I know what I know now, I would have tried.

“Jeremiah. What happens now?” Instead of looking at what could have been; I should just start fresh now.

Jeremiah still held Alex close. “Now you transition. God has given you the chance to give yourself closure or to give your chance to another person alive today. After that we go on. You live once again; just in a new way. A better way.” Jeremiah pulled away from Alex, “You ready?”

‘Was I ready? What else could I do?’ “I’m ready. And I know just what I want to do.”

…Down On Earth…

“Sister Mary? Do you know an Alexandra Mitchell?”

“No. I don’t believe I do,” Sister Lucy came over to look at the card. “Whomever she is, she is a God send. Look at this donation. With this, we can help so many of our kids.”

Sister Mary looked out at the kids running around outside, “You have a special guardian angel watching over you all. She has given you a chance at a better life. Bless you, Miss Alexandra.”

The End

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Short Story #2

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July 16, 2018

“I’m pregnant!” I told my fiancé excitedly. We were already getting married. ‘Yes, when I saw the positive I was slightly disappointed in myself because I didn’t wait; but that went away when I realized I was going to be a mom.’

Silence. All I got was silence.

“Did you hear me? We are going to have a baby. You are going to be a dad! Aren’t you excited?”

“Are you sure it’s mine?”

First slap in the face.

“Yes. Of course, it’s yours. You know me. I’m not that type of person.” ‘What was he saying? Of course, it was his kid. I can even tell you when it happened. It wasn’t an actual grand memory. He got drunk and “forced” but I didn’t stop him. So, I wanted to, but I was trying to wait until marriage; but things happen when you are in the moment. But it was still my first time, and I have been faithful since. ‘ “Why are you reacting this way? We were going to have kids in the future. It’s just a couple months early.”

“To be honest, I was going to have kids, but just not your kids.”

Second Slap.

‘I couldn’t speak. What!?! Not my kids? Than whose kids?’ “What!?! I don’t understand you at all? If not our kids; than whose?”

“Julissa’s. She’s hot. Our kids will be hot too. If I’m going to bring kids into the world, I want them to be top notch. Our kids would be average. Sure, they might be intelligent, but intelligence only gets you so far in the world. As you know, eventually a smart person has to marry an attractive or wealthy person to stay relevant. I thought you understood your role in our life. You are just a placement to make my parents happy.”

Third slap to the face.

‘At least the truth came out now. Can you imagine if this pregnancy hadn’t happened. If I had just continued to live on cloud nine. What would have happened after we had gotten married. He probably would have lived elsewhere and left me alone. I wanted to hurt him. I had given him six years of my youth. I’m now twenty-one years old. Pregnant with a child that my fiancé doesn’t actually want. “Why wouldn’t you tell me this before. You could have married the one you wanted to. What am I supposed to do now?”

“Just go get it taken care of.”

Fourth slap to the face.

‘Not going to happen. Was he always this person?’ “Well, that’s not going to happen. What is your back-up idea?” ‘Even if he didn’t want my kids; I wanted them. So as much as I feared his reply; giving up on my child was not an option.’

“Handle it. Or I will.”

I saw something in his eyes as he said those words. It terrified me. ‘Was he always this way?’ I said nothing. I feared what he might do to me. I texted my sister to come pick me up. Her reply said ten minutes. That was too long. I didn’t think I could sit here with this man another second. I feared for my child’s life. There was a group of men sitting across the hall. I know it was reckless, but I got up from my seat and wandered over to their table. “Can I sit with you all for ten minutes?”

They all went silent and just stared at me.

I could feel John behind me starting to stir and come my way. ‘Please! Help me!’ I silently screamed in my head! I jumped as a hand touched my shoulder. I turned in fear expecting to see it was John, but instead it was a guy with sandy blonde hair. He smiled at me.

“Sure. No problem at all. Take my seat. I’ll grab another chair.”

The new man walked off, just after he positioned me in his seat. I relaxed a smidge. Until a hand grabbed my shoulder and dug his fingers into my skin. I tried to get away, but it was pointless. I was being lifted from my chair, by my shoulder. I was about to stand when the sandy haired man was once again beside me.

He lifted John’s hand from my shoulder. “Do you have a problem?” This new man stood between me and John. I felt protected.

“I don’t know why she came over here, but my fiancé and I are leaving. Get up, Cassie.” He reached towards me once again.

I shrank away. I didn’t want that hand to touch me again. I don’t know what would happen if I left with him.

Instead of me, the sandy haired man’s hand intercepted John’s arm. “I think you guys need some time apart to think. Cassie, doesn’t seem to want to be around you right now. How about this. She can hang out with us until someone else comes to pick her up. We,” he gestured to the men around the table, “are all upstanding citizens. Your fiancé will not be harmed in our company. But I insist you retract your hand and leave.”

‘Would he leave? Would he go? I have never seen John listen to anyone especially a stranger.’ But I still sat there behind the sandy haired man and cowered into a smaller person; trying to hide myself from John.

“Cassie. If you do not leave with me now. We are through.”

‘Really!?! So, if I don’t say anything he will end this awful relationship. Will it really be that easy. I could be free of John by just staying quiet!?!’ I said nothing.

“I mean it!” John practically screamed at me.

Still silent. ‘Just go John. Leave! I don’t want this relationship any more than you do. LEAVE!’

I still sat there. Cowering. I was worried a hand would latch onto me again. And drag me away into darkness. ‘Go away. Go away. Please, go away.’ A hand touched my shoulder, and I yelped and jumped up out of my chair and away from the hand. I was going to fight if I needed to.

“Miss. Don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you,” the sandy haired man was speaking to me.

I relaxed. But then I started to sob. I collapsed onto the floor. My body finally let go of everything. I just sat there wallowing in my own sadness. Until I felt my body being lifted and onto a chair. A jacket was draped over my bended legs. A comforting arm was around my shoulders. And a slowly soft pat from a warm hand on my shoulder. I don’t know what happened. I don’t know how long I sat there. I don’t know anything. All I knew was I was going to raise this baby. And this baby would be loved. And the best thing I’ve ever done, is separate my child from the evil man I almost married.

March 17, 2024

Present

‘Why am I here. I don’t know why me, a single mom is at a St. Patrick group dating thing. I know why, my sister dragged me along. She said something like I needed to experience and be around adults. I don’t know why. I’m perfectly happy being around my son. He’s all anyone would need. I already miss him.’

As if my sister knew what I was doing, she swiped my phone from me. “No. You are not a mom tonight. You are my kick-butt sister that deserves someone to love her unconditionally like her son does. There has to be a guy out there in the world that is your actual match. Not the butthead.”

I know. I know. I deserve more. She has been saying this since that day at that restaurant. I was completely out of it that night. I remember the fear, but also sandy blonde hair. I never knew his name, but I will always be grateful to him. He probably saved my son’s and my own life that night. But when Sarah had showed up, her top priority was to get me safely in the car. Sandy blonde haired man carried me to the car, placed me on the seat, and buckled me in. But his words are still with me.

“You deserve better. Be thankful God blessed you with a child. A child is the greatest gift to receive. Focus on the good. You will be a great mom.”

I actually have that painted as a sign in my home. It reminds me every day of what choice I made five years ago. But it also reminds me, that I made the right choice that night.

However, here I sat at a table full of women and men. I felt so socially awkward. I haven’t truly been out in public, at night, in almost six years. Raising a son is difficult; but I didn’t do it alone. My family helped me. It took some time for my father to accept it, but I think when he held his grandson for the first time; all his anger melted away. I should say the anger towards me melted. Everyone will forever hate John. ‘Wow, that’s the first time I’ve said his actually name in a long time. His new name is butthead. But he hasn’t really been spoken of, since Micheal James was born. I named my son after my dad and brother. Focus, Cassie. Focus. You are with people. Adult people. Spacing out will not look good. Focus.’

I focused back into where I was. I was sitting at a long table. Women on one side, men on the other. I think this is actually speed dating. That’s somewhat better. Usually, I can only hold an adult conversation for about five minutes before I switch to children’s topics. And from a few past experiences I discovered that men do not like women who have kids; or can’t hold a grown-up conversation. I wonder if Sarah knew all this and chose this group speed dating on purpose. Probably. She’s a great sister.

“Alright Ladies and Gentlemen!” The hostess called out into the room. The room of people quieted. “You all know how this goes. You have five minutes to talk to the man or woman in front of you. Spend the time wisely. You also have a sheet in front of you. You will mark the people you think you meshed well with, and at the end we will see if any of you matched. Please do not mark everyone listed on your page. Your page will not be calculated. Now, let the dating begin!”

The night was not a total failure yet. I learned several new things. That there are quite a few single people out there that have children. Men and women. But I also learned new and interesting hobbies people have. One man did exercise, another reading, another dancing, another skydiving, etc. Several “hobbies” seemed like just alone time for a parent, but I guess reading can be a hobby. At the break my sister explained that it just an ice breaker; asking what your hobbies are. It helps keep the conversation going if the talking slows. That makes sense; however, I do so much in a day, that I try to only have a few needed conversations. That most of my talking is spent with my son.

This so far has been an interesting experience, but my sheet was still blank. I didn’t find “the spark” that the hostess had mentioned with anyone. She had said you would just know. But I don’t trust my “knowing” feeling. I knew the feeling. It was what I had felt with John. And obviously it was a lie. It was probably just loneliness speaking. But I can’t trust that feeling. Never again. Now that I know that; I should probably just leave. I’m probably wasting the time of these other men who are trying to find someone. I would like to find someone, but I don’t know if I’m ready yet.

The break was almost over. I knew it was not my night and I needed to leave. I looked at my sister. She looked at me, and I pleaded with her silently. She understood because she got up from her chair and handed me my phone. “I’m sorry, Sarah. I just think…”

“I totally understand. I just wanted you to try. Just don’t give up. You should always leave your heart open for a chance. Just don’t shut your heart. God can only help so much; you have to be open to the idea.”

I hugged her. She knew me. She knew what I was thinking even if I couldn’t put it into words. “Thanks Sis. I will. I’ll just go sit at the bar. I’ll wait for you.” I gathered up my belongings. I took my sheet up to the hostess and explained my situation. She seemed frustrated but still allowed me to cancel my spot. This is better for everyone. I wouldn’t want the men to risk everything on me. They deserve happiness too. I headed to the bar just as the bell clanged starting up round two.

I wish I had just gotten a cab home. I didn’t realize that the speed dating would go until midnight. It was only eleven o’clock. I still had an hour for it to be done, but also probably another twenty minutes of the results being handed out and the chit chat that happens after.

No one was sitting around me. I decided to call my little man. He was probably still wide awake at my parents’ house. He loves his grandparents. I called my mom through facetime. A groggy woman answered the phone. “I’m sorry mom. I didn’t think you would be asleep yet. Is Michael still awake?”

“Hmm…let me see,” mom dropped the phone to her side. I know because I was seeing their house upside-down. “He is sleeping with your dad on the couch,” she turned the camera to show me a sweet sight.

My dad was passed out amongst books and toys; and my son was sleeping on his chest. They both were snoring little snores. ‘So cute!’ That’s good. I’m happy they had a great night together. I miss living with them. “Thanks mom. Sorry I woke you. You can go back to sleep.”

“Okay. Thanks sweetie. How’s it going? Did you meet anyone?”

“No. I don’t think I’m ready yet. I didn’t want to give these other fellows false hope. So, I’m just waiting for Sarah at the bar.”

My mom’s face got really close to the camera, “You sure? Then who is the man behind you? He’s handsome. I approve my sweet daughter. Goodnight.” And she hung up.

‘Man behind me?’ I turned on my stool and indeed there stood a man. And yes, he was handsome. But maybe I was in his way. “Do you need something behind me,” I scooted off my stool to allow him to get to whatever he needed. But he didn’t move. He just looked at me. At me. Like AT ME! I tried to walk away. I don’t know why but being looked at like that made me uneasy. But then a hand stopped me. I turned and looked at the hand; it belonged to the man. But the touch didn’t disturb me; like others had. His touch was soft and warm. Like… ‘WAIT!’ I searched his face again. But all I remembered from that night was sandy blonde hair; and this man had dark brown hair. He was handsome, but other than the touch he wasn’t familiar. “Can I help you? Did you mistake me for someone else?”

His hand dropped. “You don’t remember me?” His eyes spoke with sadness. “I thought…”

“If I met you in the past I’m sorry. I’ve had a busy six years raising my son.” ‘Usually that statement ends conversations with handsome men.’

“You had your kid. That’s awesome! That’s a relief. All those years or wondering if you had or not.”

‘Huh?’ “Do you know me?” I looked at him again, but nothing jumped out at me.

“Yeah. I met you about six years ago. I guess I’m not the memorable type. I thought you would at least remember how I had helped you that day,” he brushed his fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry to bother you, Miss.” And he turned to go.

‘Wait!’ I grabbed his arm this time. “Say that again.” I probably seemed crazy.

“What?” the man had stopped but he yanked his arm away from me.

“What you just said. Please say it again.”

“I thought you would remember me.”

“After that.”

“I’m sorry to bother you.” He started to walk away.

“NO! The Miss. Please say Miss again.”

“Miss. Why just that part?”

“Please, just say it. Just like you did before.”

He sighed. He shook his head but still he said, “I’m sorry to have bothered you, Miss.”

It was him. I knew it was. I don’t know why or how, but I walked right up to him and kissed him. I kissed him. ‘I’m kissing him!?!’ I stepped away from him covering my mouth. “I’m sorry. I…I… I’m…” He was stunned. I was flabbergasted. Then it was turning into embarrassment. I had to get out of there. I tried to rush away. But that hand stopped me. I knew his touch. It was him. But kissing him was not the right first step. I couldn’t turn to look at him. I could feel the red creeping up.

“Look at me,” he said.

I couldn’t. But I did turn in his direction. He deserved to speak to me however he wanted.

“Miss look at me.”

‘No. He would see the red.’

“Miss. Please,” his voice was just like that night.

I couldn’t help but respond. I looked up. I knew my face was bright red. He just stared at me. “What…” I couldn’t finish my thought, because he kissed me back.

.-.-.-.-.-.-.

Turns out Gregory (sandy haired man) had been looking for Cassie since that night he saved her from John. But with no such luck he gave up. Until he got a call from one of his buddies at the speed dating; that friend had been at the table that night eight years ago. He recognized Cassie from that night, and he instantly called Gregory to come and get his girl. However, when Gregory had gotten to the restaurant his buddy told him that his girl left. But that she had walked over to the direction of the bar. If anything, his buddy would hunt down the girl that Cassie had been talking to; Gregory’s girl would not disappear again.

Gregory walked into the bar area and saw her. She was facetiming someone. It had better not be a boyfriend or husband; but she had been at the speed dating. Gregory decided to face it head on. No, she was talking to her mom it seemed like. Good, there’s a chance she is single.

But then Cassie didn’t recognize him. His world came crashing down. She didn’t remember him. Not super surprising; he had dyed his hair and grown up. But he had hoped she would have remembered him at least a little.

Then to add salt to the wound she asked to repeat myself. She really was good at killing a possibility completely.

But then she was kissing me. ME! Wait what? She stopped. She pulled away and tried to run. Not going to happen. I caught her and pulled her in to return the favor. She was my girl, and she would be my girl until the end.

.-.-.-.-.

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Life Of Two Best Friends: College CHPT 40

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Life Of Two Beat Friends: College CHPT 39

CHAPTER 40

Coach was not kidding. College was not something that would be easy to get accustomed to. Classes were fine. Practices were fine. But once morning practices were added on top of that list it became hectic. I was and am still amazed I am able to know what day of the week it is. How do people survive being a double major; let alone doing this for four years? But I’m commited to this spiral of chaos.

…

“Dude,” Jeremy pulled me back, “are you even listening to us?”

I had been listening, but then I must have drifted off for the last maybe five minutes. I opened my eyes to see Jeremy shoveling food into his mouth, Timothy and Charlie were working on homework, where as I was snoozing on the table. “Sorry man,” I sat up and stretch my tight muscles, “just…you know…everything has been difficult.”

“Oh, believe me I know its difficult. I thought highschool was hard, but College seems impossible. I’m now understamding why people told me not to do a double major.
Especially a swimming double major. Other sports I’ve heard don’t have as grueling as a schedule as us. That morning practices are only every other day, and their afternoon practices aren’t always practices. Sometimes their coach does weightlifting sessions instead. Why did I have to be a swimmer?”

‘Every other morning! That would be fesible. Its just the every day. The afternoon practices being long and hard, then going back to the dorm room to finish up on the impossible physics homework, to once again be getting up at 4:30am to another grueling morning.’ “I know what you mean. For me it’s more like why did I choose physics? I could have done Chemistry, Science, even Art. Something not so difficult.”

Timothy and Charlie nodded but then continued with their studies They were in the same major of Physical Education. Even that would have been a good major. It at least would have been in the same ideology of swimming. I could have worked on strengthing my swimming while also swimming.

“Ahhh…are the little baby freshmen having a tough time?” a voice came up behind us.

‘Not what I wanted or needed.’ Bryan had been keeping a distance when we were on the pool deck, but if he ever crossed paths with us on campus he always took it as a
chance to try and get a reaction out of one of us. Ever since the day I took his hand off of Charlie there had been rumors. That Bryan was scared of a freshman. He wasn’t, but once that idea got into the air more and more outlandish rumors started. ‘I really hate rumors.’

Maybe it was because I was so exhausted but I almost turned around to confront him, but thankfully Jeremy caught my eye before I did anything rash, and I shifted my body as if I was just stretching.

“I’m really getting fed up by your…” Bryan raised his voice as he came closer to our table.

‘Enough!’ I stood up turning to Bryan, and quickly dodged the fist coming for my face. Bryan stepped back suddenly almost falling. He must not have expcted me to stand. I just stared at Bryan. No movement in his direction. “So this is what the upperclassmen do to their teammates?” I gestured to my friends “That’s what we are and will be for at least this year, teammates. So why don’t you act like one,” I turned my back to them, gathering up my belongings. “Let’s go guys.”

“George! Duck!” Jermey was lunging towards me.

I squatted down and turned just as another fist whizzed over my head. ‘Not again.’ I shoved Bryan out of my space. He tripped on his way down and fell to the floor.
His buddies were now behind him helping him up off the floor. “So this is how the upperclassmen swimmers are at this school,” I walked over to Bryan and his goons. “Bullies. But not even normal bullies, but ones that will hit someone with their back to them. Real brave…” I had no chuckles for them, I just took my belongings and walked out of the courtyard with the guys. I’m not one to fight on land; I will settle this in the pool.

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Short Story #1

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To the guy who may come looking for me, no matter how long it takes.

.-.-.

Ashley

It was summer. I was thousands of miles away from home. My mom had planned my summer to be spent as a exchange student. I had asked her, about this is previous years, but she was never willing. Always saying something like, “I can’t send my baby across the US.” But for some reason this year I was allowed.

I’m now 18 years old. Which I guess I’m happy she had me wait until now. Traveling the distance might have been impossible a couple years ago. But I made it and I’ve been here about a month.

The family is great. They really are. The mom reminds me so much of my mom. Except I call her Mrs. Stevens, not mom. The kids are also great. There is Vanessa; she is 15 years old. She’s always gushing over boys. There is Michael; he is 17 years old. It’s nice to have someone close to my own age. Except we have nothing in common. He is into so many things; where as, I’ve been living a very quiet life. Just painting and reading. I don’t know where all my energy had gone these last few years. But then there is Daniel. He is 21 years old. He goes out most nights. But when I do get to talk to him he is a great guy. I would have liked to have him as an older brother.

But that’s it. I guess Mr. Stevens. He is a great man too. ‘This whole family is great’ But Mr. Stevens was a great person. He just worked a lot. I occasionally got to see him; if he got to come home early. Which was not often. But my mom picked the greatest home for me to visit. I hope I can come stay with them again in the future.

It’s just my mom, and my two younger siblings back home. I love them, but I would have loved to have a sibling close to my age growing up. This family is so close.

Today was Tuesday. Nothing special planned today. Instead, I did my daily inspiration book. My mom got it for me, just before I left. She said it might help me be adventurous and explore life. It was a strange gift to get from my mom; she has been telling me the past two years to be sheltered through life. But I actually enjoy the book. I’ve been going through it this last month. Today’s title read, “Do a brave thing today!” The entry was pretty much as you can imagine. Do something out of your comfort zone. Seize the day! Take the initiative. ‘So be the opposite of myself.’ I think this might be the first entry I don’t attempt.

But I should have known. The moment I finished, the front door swung open. And a guy about Daniels age walked through the door. ‘Wow.’ He was so gorgeous. I’ve never seen anyone like him before. Before he caught my gaping mouth I composed myself. I gathered up my books from the dinning room table and started towards my room.

“Ashley,” Daniel called out to me as he walked through the front door, “you don’t have to leave. You can stay and meet my friends.”

I just realized that a large group of guys stood in the living room. I nodded my head to each of the guys, and then I came to the guy that made my heart flutter. He had sandy blond hair. Tanned skin. He looked strong, but not huge. he had the greenest eyes ever. ‘I’ll probably draw him if I get the chance.’ But I must have been staring to long at him, because a smirk formed on his mouth.

I turned back towards Daniel, “You sure. I can always head back to my room. I don’t want to be in your way.”

“Do you guys mind if Ashley hangs out with us for the day?” He almost yelled towards the group behind him.

A loud chorus, “No!” Rang back.

I laughed. I nodded and placed my books on the table behind me. I began getting some beverages from the fridge. I wasn’t part of this family, but I felt like this was something to do.

But I had a feeling…like something was waiting for me when I turned around. I place the red solo cups and juices on the island; I poured myself a cup of lemonade. I turned and there he was standing where he had been before. He was talking to one of the other guys. But he looked in my direction; he quickly looked away like I had caught him. ‘That must have been the feeling.’ I smirked to myself. I carried my lemonade with me and walked past the guy with the greenest eyes. I walked over to Daniel. But that feeling was still there. ‘He must be watching me.’ I didn’t look again. I had no chance with someone like him.

I was introduced to most of the guys. They were all really cool. A group of friends I wish I had at school or in my neighborhood. Thankfully I wasn’t introduced to green eyes; I don’t know if I would have been able to stay composed. I’ve never been one to gush; I’ve never had this feeling before. My quiet life was that, quiet.

But the day was great day. I spent most of it with the guys. We played board games, watched a movie, played video games, they asked me questions about Maine. Mostly told them it’s the complete opposite of California.

But that feeling had been there throughout the day. I would feel it, and then it would be gone. Once I peeked over my shoulder and those green eyes locked with mine. I didn’t want to make it weird, so I smiled back, nodded, and returned back to my conversation. I had peeked over my shoulder once more, and green eyes had a smirk in his mouth as he spoke to the guy beside him. I smiled too and returned back to the conversation around me.

Well the day continued and several of the guys dissipated. But then dinner time came rolling around, and it was a mass exodus. I waved goodbye to the guys as each one left. Some called out to me as the left, “Maybe we’ll come visit you in Maine!”

I laughed. That would be fun, but probably not going to happen. I just smiled and waved them out the door. The last one pulled the door closed behind him. I hadn’t seen green eyes leave, but he must have snuck out of the house throughout the day. The feeling had been gone a while. I was sad to say the least, but I was happy that I hadn’t made a fool of myself.

Just then Mrs. Stevens rushed through the door layered up with groceries.

“Mrs…” I rushed over to help her.

“More in the car…!” Mrs. Steven’s huffed out as she continued to the island.

I nodded and went outside to grab some of the groceries from her car. There was only four bags left. ‘Haha! Why did Mrs. Stevens always carry all the bags.’ But I too decided to do the same thing. I gathered up the four bags onto my wrists and hands. They were maybe a smidge too heavy for me. But I was going to try. I placed them on the ground and pushed the button to close the hatch. I scooped up the bags just as a hand reached out and grabbed onto my hand. I yanked my hand away startled only to see the hand belonged to the green eyed guy from before.

“Hi. I never formally introduced myself earlier,” he grabbed three of the bags from my hands. “I’m Andrew.” And he turned and walked back to the house.

I stood there a moment. ‘Huh? Wait what?’ I started towards the front door. ‘Well I’m sure I failed that idea of being composed.’ I walked back through the front door and it was confirmed. Andrew had a huge grin on his face, and as I walked inside his eyes sparkled for a moment and he smirked in my direction. ‘Oh. Kill me now. Definitely a fail.’

Dinner was great. Mrs. Stevens made delicious burgers. Definitely a recipe I want to try when I go back home. ‘Home. I didn’t want to leave in two months.’ I wanted to stay longer. I wanted to…. ‘Be honest. You want to stay to get to know Andrew.’ And that was definitely the truth. I know I shouldn’t have, but I was already, and totally into him. I shouldn’t. Because I would be leaving. I didn’t want my first relationship to only last two months. I wanted my first one to be my last one. But that wasn’t going to be possible with him.

I don’t know why I was thinking these things. I didn’t even know him. He probably had a girlfriend. But then that question was answered for me by Daniel. He had asked if Andrew was dating anyone, and Andrew answered with a no; that he hadn’t found a special one to start anything with. ‘Well that’s at least promising. No! Stopping thinking about it. It’s not a possibility!’ I started to feel dizzy. I excused myself from the table. I headed towards the bathroom and it started. My nose was pouring blood again. This hasn’t happened since I left for this trip, but this was nothing new. I held my hand under my nose as I rushed to the bathroom.

It wasn’t stopping. I continued to shove toilet paper into my nose hoping to stuffer the blood.

A knock on the door startled me, “Yes?” I croaked out.

“Honey,” it was Mrs. Stevens, “you okay in there? You’ve been gone about 10min. Can you let me in?”

I really didn’t want to. I didn’t want her to worry. But also because it look like a murder happened in her bathroom. I had smeared blood all over the floor and what looked like a blood stained sink. But I knew she would be more worried.

I walked over and cracked the door open. She came in through the crack in the door and gasped. But I gasped as I locked eyes with Andrew. Who also stood in the hallway. I broke contact with him and closed the door. ‘I hope this door is sound proof.’ As I turned back around to face Mrs. Stevens anger, but I found her cleaning up all the blood. She wasn’t speaking. Just cleaning. ‘I must be in trouble.’ I tried to help her, but instead she sat me down on the bath tub edge and continued to clean. ‘Probably for the best. I don’t know how much help I would be. I was still dizzy. The travel time must have had a late response.’

Finally it felt like the bleeding stopped. I removed the toilet paper from my nose and washed my face. I had blood smeared on my upper lip. Mrs. Stevens had also finished up the cleaning and had taken and small container from a cabinet. She opened it and rubbed some of the contents on my face. It smelled divine. I felt refreshed. I didn’t want to but I looked up into Mrs. Stevens face. She tried to hide concern but I saw it. I reassured I was fine, and not to worry. But I knew she was worried. She kissed me on the forehead and left me in the clean bathroom.

I looked at myself once more in the mirror, but then I felt that feeling. I turned to find Andrew still leaning against the wall in the hallway. I gasped. And he must have heard it, because his eyes found mine. Concern filled those green eyes. I missed the smirk. I nodded to him, and tried to walk by him. Instead I tripped on my own feet and fell into his arms. ‘Great. Perfect…’ I could feel my face growing warmer. I tried to pry myself out of his arms, but it seemed like my legs were not going to hold me. I slumped more into his arms.

“I know this must seem weird to you. But can I stay here a moment. My feet are fighting against me,” I know it sounded like a stupid excuse, but it was honest at least.

The smirk returned to Andrew’s eyes. But with his nose inches from mine he nodded. He just held me, in silence. I half falling, half stood there listening to his breathing and my own heart.

He broke the silence with a chuckle, “Your dad should be worried about his daughter. Only eighteen and already hugging guys in a hallway,” he smirked again, but still held me.

I’m sure my face reddened. But I don’t know what came over me. I looked up into Andrew’s eyes. Those green eyes and pulled his collar downwards with my hands. And I kissed him. I kissed him. Initially his body stiffened, but it slowly began to relax. My body did the opposite. My body stiffened. I realize what I had just done. I pulled away from Andrew. I don’t know how my legs were working. I didn’t know if they were actually working or not. But I pushed away from him. He looked confused and startled. I couldn’t blame him. I was too. I tried to smile, but instead I just left him there. I was so embarrassed. That was my first kiss. Probably not his. ‘I don’t know.’ All I did know was I needed to get to my room. After what just happened I don’t think I would be able to face anyone. And that’s just what I did. I walked quickly to my room; laid face-down in my bed, and wallowed in my embarrassment. I don’t know when I fell asleep, but I did thankfully.

The next morning I woke up realizing what I had done. I had kissed him. My first kiss was used on a guy that I knew I wasn’t going to end up with. Which really hurt; I wanted to have a one and done experience with love. But what was worse is when I came to breakfast. Mrs. Stevens was standing there with a melancholy look. ‘Did she know what I did last night? Was she sending me home?’

“Good morning, Mrs. Stevens,” I began to gather breakfast makings.

“Honey. I need you to stop and come sit with me a moment.” She gestured to the chair across from her.

‘This can’t be good.’

.-.-. 2 years later.-.-.

Andrew

I shouldn’t complain. My life has been great. I know other guys that have struggled to get through college. But for me it was a breeze. Instead for me the dating life was non existent. I’m not trying to come off cocky, but I know I’m pretty good looking. When girls stop and gape at you as you walk by I’m sure that means I’m doing okay in that department. But why is it I can’t find anyone. Everyone I’ve come into contact with can’t compare to her.

I know I should have gone after her that day she left me shocked in the hallway, but I couldn’t move that day. She had kissed me. I had expected something, but not that progressive action. I didn’t want to admit it, back then, but that was a a great kiss. It must have been because anytime a girl tried to kiss me, in the past two years, I would back away.

But the kiss must have embarrassed her so much that she left the next day. Because I came back the next day to discuss things with her and Mrs. Stevens had told me she had to suddenly go back home. So for two years I went through college life waiting for the chance to go see her. I had heard nothing from her. I had hoped she might send letters to the Stevens’ but it seemed like she just fell off the planet.

But now was my chance. Before I started my job, I decided I would travel to Maine to talk to the girl who ruined my college experience. Ashley.

I had gotten the address from Daniel, who I assume had gotten it from Ashley at some point in her stay. I don’t know why I didn’t think to send a letter first. But that seemed too desperate; especially since she made no attempt to contact me. I’d talk to her when I saw her.

I walked up to the front door of a little blue house. I remember hearing Ashley talk about it that day. I knocked on the front door and waited. I heard a little putter patter walk up to the door. There stood a kid maybe eight years old. She looked like she had been crying for days; her face was splotchy red. She was wearing dark clothes.

‘What does a child have to be sad about?’ “Hello! I’m looking for Ashley. Could you tell her I’m here to see her. My name is Andrew.” That must have been the wrong thing to say because the tears started again. She just stood there wailing. I crouched down trying to comfort her. She pulled away from me, and ran away screaming.

I just stood there confused again. ‘The girls in this family are similar.’ I just waited. But then suddenly a woman, probably Ashley’s mom came to door. And just stood there staring at me. “Hello ma’am. I’m a friend of Ashley’s from California. I was hoping to speak with her.” Again that must have been the wrong thing to say because she began to cry silently. “Ma’ma?” I stepped towards her.

She held up a hand to stop me. “Wait a moment,” she walked away from the opening of the door and came back with an envelope in her hand. “This is yours,” she handed me a rather thick yellow envelope. “I’ll find the other thing. I’ll place it on the porch. I’m sorry I’m not more hospitable. But I need to say goodbye for now. I’m not quite able to function yet. Safe travels home,” and she closed the door.

I stood on the porch alone with the envelope. ‘I’m getting a bad feeling.’ I sat down on the steps I had just walked up. I finally looked at the envelope. It was addressed as: To The Guy That May Come Looking For Me, No Matter How Long It Takes.

.-.-.-.

To Andrew.

You are probably wondering what’s going on. Why did the people you just talked to kept crying. Well as you probably guess, I’m in heaven now. I went back and worth wondering if I should write this letter. But I thought you deserved some answers after I abruptly left that day. I would have wanted answers if our roles had been reversed. So here we go.

I didn’t know any of this until I was suddenly whisked back to Maine after that day. But after that day my life completely changed and so much started to make sense. Why I lived a sheltered life. Why I didn’t have as much energy. Why I had nose bleeds all the time.

I was sick. I had cancer. But my mom decided to keep it from me. She thought I should just live out the rest of my life care-free. That the cancer couldn’t be cured; that I was going to die early. But that I should live every moment to the fullest. And I’m so happy she did, because if I had know sooner I think I would have gone sooner. But I didn’t. And she sent me on a grand adventure to California. Only Mrs. Stevens knew about my condition. Which is why I left the next day; she had called my mom and in a panic they sent me home.

I want you to know. I’m so happy you were there that day. That I got to experience my only love. That I know it is selfish, but I’m happy you were my first and only kiss. Again I didn’t know anything that night. I didn’t know I would never see you again. I didn’t know I was starting something I couldn’t finish. I’m so sorry for that. I didn’t know if I meant anything to you or not. And I couldn’t bring myself to string you along with letters; when I knew there was no chance for us. Part of me hoped I meant something to you, but also I had hoped you had moved past that day.

So with this letter I wanted to explain myself. That I wished everyday that my cancer could be cured and I could go back to you. But I knew that was not possible. By the time I got home I declined so much that I was kept in my room. Then just my bed. Then… So instead I switched my wish. I prayed to God that you would have a life filled with joy, hopes, and love. Yes love. You deserve everything. I hope you can find that girl that makes you steal glances at her. Or makes you smirk because she is gaping at you. Or makes you stunned by a kiss. Wait for her. I prayed that you would find her. She will come.

After all this. I hope you can do a favor for me. My mom should have placed the package on the front porch by now. Please keep your portrait. But please sell the rest of the paintings. My family never understood why you had to be the one to do this. But I didn’t want my mom to have to keep all these paintings that would just keep her in sadness. I did give her some already. I painted her happy memories. So please don’t feel obligated to give her any. But if you could do this last favor for me I will be grateful.

I guess that’s it. I don’t really have anything else to say…I want to keep writing. But this letter has taken me several days to write. I wish I could keep talking to you.

But know this. One day is long enough to know if the person is meant for you. I knew the moment I was in your arms. That you were the one for me. And thank you so much for letting me stay true to myself. That I had one love. I was one and done.

Love,

Ashley

.-.-.

Just another random dream. I have the most vivid dreams when I’m starting to wake up.

I think I’ll be doing this more often. Writing a short story is easier. It only takes a few hours.

Have a wonderful Monday. ❤️ Give your true love today a hug or kiss.

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Describe your ideal week.

To me when I say ideal I actually mean imaginary. Let us dream together…

I would wake up every morning early and do some exercises before the kiddos wake up. (Never seems to happen. Haha 😂)

I do actually make a decent breakfast everyday. Lunches are whatever I have in the fridge though. But ideally I would like to feed my kids at the same time everyday. (But the husbands schedule doesn’t allow that.)

I would want to have a schedule planned out for my daughter’s school week everyday. But she is only 4 years old so I can’t plan too much for her. (Instead I tend to choose things randomly. But we will start reading here soon.)

Most moms seem to have a schedule of activities through the day, but I can’t seem to do the same repetitive thing. I like to switch it up. I like to have a project outside to be worked on through the week. Something that we can accomplish even while daddy is at work. (This one I actually do. But I ran out of materials yesterday. 😑)

I would like to stand firm on the no movies until the weekend. But it being fall, we have been getting fluke rain storms or blazing hot, that once we are back inside I need a rest period, and the tv always turns on…(once she can read her world will open up.)

I want to be inspired to make dinner every night. Some nights I am inspired, or the husband has chosen. But some nights I just make a normal easy thing. But there is always food on the table. (Never at the same time. Haha 😂 )

Well…ideally and realistically are different, but I still seem to get some things done. My daughter has chores now, and one of them is cleaning up the living room and her room everyday. So the house is at least never messy. She now has 7 chores everyday. Some easy some hard, teaching her young.

Also not listed: put shoes away on shelf. When we come inside it’s her chore to put the shoes away.

I love the hug one ❤️

And I do have another list on the fridge for what I hope to start doing again.

Obviously things will change as seasons change.

I’m trying to get more scheduled. But everything takes time. And she won’t truly be in kindergarten until she is 5. So I have some time to figure things out.

And with my husband’s schedule we don’t ever stick to things. On his days off I treat it like the weekends. (Even though they are not) and his days working we do school. And it changes every month.

So I ideally would like, to feed my family, get some school done, and do some projects.

So I’m doing okay.

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Life Of Two Best Friends: College CHPT 35

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Life Of Two Best Friends: College CHPT 34

CHAPTER 35

I was doing as Coach suggested. I was going my normal pace now. When we first started the set, the guy Kevin behind me did seem to pick up his pace; because for the first few fifties, he was right on my feet. I only added about five percent, and I was able to keep him at a distance. However now, Kevin had slowed back down. ‘I’m guessing to his normal warm-up speed.’ Now he was following right behind me. It felt awesome knowing Coach Jones knows I can hold my own.

As I finished the set, I looked to my left and there was Jeremy. ‘Wow. He surpassed Timothy. But cool, he was keeping up with me.’ We nodded to each other, but we both paused long enough to catch our breaths before we started the next phase of warm-up.

Kevin came into the wall; I scooted over to accommodate all the other swimmers coming into the wall.

“Dude,” Kevin coughed out hanging on the wall, “why are you going so fast? This is only warm-up. You are going to tire yourself out.”

“I’m good,” I waited for the next sixty to appear. ‘What am I supposed to say? I am following what Coach Jones told me to do. This was my normal speed for warm-up.’ The sixty came and I was off.

…

I was impressed that Jeremy was able to keep up with me; even though now looking at him I could see that he might have used up all his energy for most of the warm-up.

“Keep it up Jeremy. You are doing great!” I called over to Jeremy as Kevin came into the wall.

“Scoot over,” Kevin shoved me towards the lane-line.

“Sure,” I quickly manuvered myself so that he would not shoved me directly into the lane-line. “Dude, back off,” I held a hand out to stop him from getting too close.

“Get off of me,” Kevin swatted my hand away and continued his pursuit to push me into the lane-line.

‘There is no reasoning with this one. What is his deal?’ I left the wall and started treading water just under the flags.

“Hold up!” Coach Jones’ voice blarred over all the talking. Coach Jones got up from his chair and was making his way over.

The only noise you could hear was the C-string’s finishing their warm-up.

“Now you’ve done it,” Kevin mumbled under his breath and glared at me.

‘Sure. Whatever dude.’

Coach Jones stopped directly behind our lane. I was still treading water, and all the other swimmers, including Kevin, turned to acknowledge Coach Jones’ precence. “I don’t care what is happening. However, I will not allow this behavior. We will settle this now.” Coach took out his whistle and consistently blew it until all the athletes stopped swimming. “Come!” Coach Jones bellowed and waved to the wall, “You too George.”

I swam back towards the wall. I was unsure if Kevin would actually let me reach it; his stare was like a death glare.

All the other lanes had now reached the wall. Except the ripples of water into the gutter, silence was once again present.

“Well,” Coach Jones started, “it seems like there is a disput going on already between two athletes. So we will end it swiftly and quickly; I want you two,” Coach Jones pointed at Kevin and me, “to race an all out fifty freestyle now.”

Whispers again erupted from the pool. ‘Why does it seem like today I am constantly surrounded by whispering?’ I pulled my body up and out of the pool; Kevin followed after me.

“George, lane three. Kevin, lane five,” Coach Jones pulled his stopwatch out of his pocket.

I started to jump and swing my arms. Every race must be taken seriously; no matter the reasons behind it.

Kevin was just standing still with his arms crossed.

“Alright. Seems like you are both ready,” the whistle blared calling us to the blocks.

I climbed the block, prepared my stance, and waited for the “Take your mark.” But nothing came. I still waited.

“Stand.” Coach Jones broke my concertration.

I stood to find that Kevin was not on the blocks; instead he still stood behind it with his arms crossed.

“Step down George, but keep moving,” Coach said as he slowly made his way past me and to Kevin’s lane.

I stepped down off of the blocks, removed my goggles, and walked out of eye-line with Kevin who was still unwilling to move. I did what Coach Jones said, and continued to stretch, and keep my muscles warm.

“What seems to be the problem, Kevin?” Coach said as he finally made it to the still stubbornly quiet Kevin.

I now had a chance to see Kevin. He must be a sophmore or junior. He was maybe five foot eleven, blonde hair, paler skin, and seemed nervous about the situation he was in currently.

“Why are my skills being question?” Kevin asked calmly. “And why for a freshmen?” Kevin was no longer collected.

‘So that’s why. It’s because I am a freshmen.’ I was trying to ignore the conversation, but it’s hard to do so when you seem to be the cause of it all. I just continued to stretch.

“Why can’t it be a freshmen? I need athletes that want it. That are willing to push themselves beyond my expectations,” I could hear the annoyance in Coach Jones voice. “Kevin you have been my swimmer just as long as George has. He went to the high school program here, and you are now a junior. You are both technically on even playing fields. But do you see him backing down from this,” Coach Jones pointed in my direction. “Do you?”

Kevin glanced at me, and I made sure to be looking elsewhere. I didn’t want to read his expression. This was his problem; he should solve it.

“No. He is not. Because he has you backing him up,” Kevin mumbled under his breath.

“Leave.”

Silence.

I had stopped stretching.

“What?!” Kevin exclaimed.

“Leave. If you believe I am that type of Coach; someone that holds certain athletes above others. Then you will not do well on this team. Leave,” Coach stretched out his hand to the doors that we had entered in not long ago.

Kevin just stood there. Not moving once again.

“Leave or get on the block,” Coach Jones walked back to where he was standing when this all started.

I resummed my place behind the block waiting for the whistle. Coach Jones blew it and I climbed up.

‘Whether Kevin swam or not, I was going to give this fifty my all.’

“Take your mark….”

‘Ready.’

“Whistle!”

Gone!

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Life Of Two Best Friends: College CHPT 34

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Life Of Two Best Friends: College CHPT 33

CHAPTER 34

Even though we were all starting fresh, we still stayed in our beginning groups. Our assistant Coach Wayne said it was becuase, as we know, anything can happen in warm-up. This group has swam at meets together before, so we know our order and speeds already. If we were to mix with other groups for stretching and warm-ups, it would not be as efficient. We all now how much Coach Jones thrives for effienecy.

“Why are you all still stretching. Let’s begin. Upperclassmen do the normal meet warm-up, my newest freshmen follow Coach Steve’s command. George!”

“Yeah Coach,” I didn’t think anything of it; until all eyes stared in my direction.

“Lead them in the normal invitational warm-up,” Coach Jones didn’t even look up from his clipboard.

“Okay Coach.” I turned to make sure Jeremy and Timothy were in their normal positions, first and second. “Get in the normal order.” I called to the other athletes, “If you were never at an invitational meet, ask your teammate in front of you for the next set.” ‘I was right at home now.’

“Dude, look at them;” Jeremey mumbled under his breath, “they do not look happy.”

“No need,” I responded, “what’s the point. We are all going to be teammates in the future.” I did not look towards the upperclassmen. As Coach said nothing was set in stone, and I am determined to take a spot on the A-String. I put my goggles on and continued to warm-up my muscles. ‘This is the start of my future.’

The whistle sounded and I was in the pool.

…

It was great to be back in the pool. I felt a little out of place since its been about two days since I trained, but I still was able to keep ahead of Timothy. I have to keep up my best. The only difference between normal meet warm-up and invitational warm-up was about six hundred yards.

Flip-turn, push off the wall. ‘Man its great to be back in the pool!’ I don’t understand why the upperclassmen were annoyed that Coach Jones called me out personally. I have swam for him for two years now; I was the lead on that team. It is normal for Coach Jones to give me orders. ‘Whatever.’ Flip turn; one more turn and we start the set.

…

“George,” Coach Jones stopped me before I began the next part of the warm-up, “scoot over a lane and continue the warm-up leading this lane.”

Before moving, I looked over to where Coach Jones was pointing. and it was the third lower lane of the upperclassmen. I didn’t hesistate; I ducked under the lane-line and took up the small section on wall meant for the first person. ‘Nothing but glares acknowledged my presence.’

“George,” Coach Jones pulled me back into focus, “use your normal speed; do not speed up, you will be fine unless Kevin decides to speed up.”

Coach Jones must have been reffering to the guy behind me. Because I heard a sudden huff as Coach spoke.

“No problem Coach,” I got ready to leave on the sixty.

“Both the third lane of the A-strings and the top lane of the B-strings will continue warm-up together,” Coach Jones finished speaking just as the sixty came.

I was off.

…

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Life Of Two Best Friends: College CHPT 33

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Life Of Two Best Friends: College CHPT 32

CHAPTER 33

Finally the deck. ‘Oh, how I’ve missed the cholrine smell.’ However this time, Jeremy and I walk onto the deck, into a crowd of people. All of them, of course athletes, because we all had our swim gear bags with us. After introductions we would have a practice.

We weaved through the bodies looking for a familar face. We spotted Timothy by one of the pool ladders. We made our way to him. “Hey Timothy,” I said as we met up with him, “how long have you been here?”

“Not too long,” Timothy hushly answered, “But thankfully I got here before the huge crowd of people showed up. I’m amazed at how many people are trying to join the team; will there even be enough space for us returnees to have space in the pool?”

Jeremy laughed, “True. We might have to swim in the outdoor pool as well.”

I looked out the windows at the outdoor pool. Maybe once the season changes, but right now that pool must be fridged out there.

“Have you seen Anotnio yet?” Jeremy asked searching the crowd.

“He is not continuing this year,” Timothy answered.

“What!?!” Jeremy and I both exclamied at once. Then we remembered our surroundings, “What do you mean not coming back?” in a more hushed tone.

“He was planning on staying, but last minute he decided to return home. I think something happened in his family, but that’s just my own thought,” Timothy said expressionless.

“You doing okay? He was your roomate for two years,” I swung my arm around Timothy’s shoulders.

He shrugged it off. “Yeah. I lost a brother, but at least he is back home. But be careful with your actions George. The older swimmers here are not to be taken lightly; show no weakness in front of them or your life here is going to be miserable.” Timothy had turned his attention to the left.

I looked in that direction and saw what he meant. The upperclassmen had walked in through the opposite side door. They walked in with the attidude that Timothy was talking about. That they would crush you if you gave them the chance.

“Don’t worry about that with this one,” Jeremy thumbed at me, “he…” Jeremy stopped abruptly as Coach Jones made his appearence on the deck.

“Now. Is everyone here? I’ll give the few straglers one minute more, but if they are late they will have to wait outdoors,” Coach said as he watched his watch.

Silence filled the room.

‘The no nonsense Coach had returned.’

Two athletes ran onto the deck just as Coach yelled time.

“You two barely made it,” Coach said as he walked past the newcomers to the doors behind them, and dead locked the doors. As Coach walked away knocking began on the doors. “Leave them,” Coach said walking back to the front, “if they wanted to be here they would have been here on time.” Coach turned to his new assistant coach, “Go out the side door and tell them to either leave or wait the two hours.”

The new assistant followed the order and went to crush those athletes plans.

“Now. As you can see, attendence and punctuality is key on this team. Some choices are determined by those two key points. Moving on,” Coach pulled out a clip board, “All my Montana athletes move to my right. This includes my returning College athletes and my high school athletes.”

Timothy, Jeremy, and I started to walk to Coach’s right. But also many faces from our high school days also followed. Then all the upperclassmen joined all the freshmen on Coach’s right. Which only left about thirty athletes still standing in front of us. One of those faces were fimilar though, it was Stephine from orientation.

“Good. A larger group this year than the last,” Coach continued to gaze down at his clipboard. “Timothy,” Coach glanced up and straight at Timothy who was beside me, “Where is Antonio?”

“He…”

“Nevermind, tell me after today,” Coach returned his attention to the athletes in front. “All athletes are welcome to join. My Montana high school athletes will all start on the B string, unless changed later. All you new athletes will be on the C string. To participate in invitationals you will need to be a B string or better. Hard work will determine your string. Now, all my freshmen on my right move to my left.”

Once again the three of us and a huge percentage moved to Coach’s left side.

Once all us freshmen had moved, I look to Coach’s right side. All the athletes that stood next to Coach were all the upperclassmen; and there in the middle stood Bryan from the hazing before. Being teammates with him is going to be a pain all in itsef. ‘Life here at school is going to be difficult, especially since we are no longer at the top of the food chain.’

“Good. These swimmers on my right, are your upperclassmen or seniors. Show them the respect they deserve; they will be your targets for the next few years. Your goal as freshmen is to bump these top athletes out of their spots. And you upperclassmen need to hold onto your spots; but know, there are a few here that will take your spots within the first weeks if you don’t up your effort.” Coach paused side glancing me.

Thankfully no one saw him or I would already have that target on my back.

“On that note. Practice begins. Each string will have an assistant coach. I will be overseeing everyone and deciding temporary strings today. Nothing is set in stone,” Coach walked away and down the deck.

Whispers erupted from everyone. ‘And I mean everyone.’ The upperclassmen were the loudest.

“What does he mean he will pick temporary strings? I thought my spot was final for awhile!?” Similar statements were being said until the assistant Coaches told us to get changed and start stretching.

As we walked into the locker rooms, “At least all of us have a fresh chance,” Jeremy started to change.

‘Yeah. We all have a fresh start.’

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Life Of Two Best Friends: College CHPT 31

CHAPTER 32

Once we were a safe distance from the auditorium, I stopped and collapsed onto a bench. Jeremy collapsed onto the ground.

“What’s your problem,” Jeremy huffed out, “was it really that bad?”

I couldn’t think straight. I focused on my breathing before answering him, “Yeah, it was pretty bad. I didn’t know I had become so terrible at speaking in front of people who are not in the swimming world. But also why did they have to do that. I wanted to be known for my swimming abilites, not my academics. If I could I would drop the second major and just focus on swimming.” I dropped backwards onto the rest of the bench and threw my arm over my eyes to shield them from the sun.

“Yeah. I can understand you, but is normal for the school to take pride in the acedemics; they are a school afterall,” Jeremy had stood back up. “Are you good now?”

“Yeah.” I sat up and stared at Jeremy. I was still pisssed at him for poking fun earlier, but I know that is just his personality. ‘Let it slide.’ I gathered up my backpack and threw Jeremy’s at him. “What’s next?”

“Lunch. Moving dorms. Then the pool,” Jeremy started to head to the cafeteria.

‘The pool.’

…

Lunch was fantastic! Not as good as mom’s food though. But the cafeteria was huge; there were three levels of seating and different food stalls. It seemed more like a mall food plaza than a school cafeteria.

Moving rooms was also not too bad. Jeremy and I were still roomates. Also, thankfully the school roomed us with two other swimmer freshmen. Having roomates of different sports would have been difficult. Jeremy and I were the first in the room so we picked the two beds lining the wall side of the room. We are used to being in close
quarters, that we thought we would give the new guys their own choice on the other side.

“Getting into a loft bed after a long paiful practice is going to be the pits,” Jeremy said as he climbed the ladder and first tested out the bed.

‘True.’ I started to organize my desk and put my clothes away when the door flew open and in walked four guys. They looked a bit older than us, but maybe they were freshmen.

“So these are two more freshmeat,” one of the guys said; he had black hair and piercings on one ear. “These two don’t look like much. Right guys?”

The rest of them chuckled.

‘Yep. They were older. Hazing. It’s just the normal cycle of any sport.’ I know it was the wrong move, but I just ignored them and sat down on the desk waiting for what they wanted. Jermy followed my pursuit and sat quietly in bed waiting for the rest of the smack talk.

“What? No respect for your upperclassmen?” the guy who had started all this looked baffled at the lack of response we gave him.

‘Don’t respoond.’

The guy started to walk into the room but the other guys with him held him back. “Let’s go to the next room, Bryan,” one of the taller guys said as he dragged so called Bryan into the hall. The last of them closed the door behind them.

“Man, you could have cut the tension in this room with a knife,” Jeremy thudded back on his bed.

‘Like any school…’ I just shrugged my shoulders and continued to unpack.

“Your confindence is going to get us in trouble one of these days,” Jeremy said to the ceiling. “But I like your style when dealing with those types of jerks.”

I smirked when he said that. ‘This might not be the pool, but it is still my turf.’

…

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Life Of Two Best Friends: College CHPT 30

CHAPTER 31

Thankfully we didn’t have to be the pool until after orientation. Still, Jeremy and I seemed to start the day off wrong. We panically threw our clothes on, grabbed our backpacks, and were out the door. We would deal with our belongings later.

‘I must admit, I have become somewhat of a hermit now. Outside of the pool, I am a clueless human.’ Jeremy is different; he seems to thrive amongst crowds. He asked all of the questions to random people of where the freshmen athletes meet. Turns out all freshmen meet in the same auditorium, no matter your major. Makes sense actually because not only must athletes succeed in their sport, but we have to keep a 2.0 in our seperate acedemic major. College is going to be more difficult.

“Dude!” Jeremy waved from the doors about twenty feet away, “catch up will you?”

I had stopped following him. I was surrounded by people, that my body must have stopped working. I quickly ran to catch up to Jeremy. ‘I never thought I would become this type of person.’

Jeremy tugged me to the closest open seat which was almost the back row. ‘Wow. Living in my swimming bubble made me forget about how many other majors there are in school.’ There was a sea of people.

“Dude, I forgot how many people actually attend school. Look at all of them!” Jeremy said slowly gliding his hand through all the people.

“We really do spend too much time together; I was thinking the same thing,” I laughed.

“So what major are you in?” A girl in front of us had turned around to ask. Her two friends turned with her.

“We are both double majored. I’m Jeremy and I’m majoring swimming and civil engineering. This is George, he is majoring in swimming and physics.” Jeremy strecthed out his hand to the girl who had started the conversation.

‘Thanks Jeremy. Words were stuck in my mouth.’ But I took and shook the girl’s hand when she extended it to me. I also nodded a hello to her two other friends.

“My name is Ellen. I’m majoring in Tennis and English. My two friends, Helen pointed to the one on her left, is majoring in only English, and Lisa, on her right, is majoring in civil engineering. Us double majors are in for an awakening. I’ve heard that it is extremely difficult to thrive in both.”

“I will struggle, but this one,” Jeremy thumbed at me, “will have no trouble. His school plus the swimming was a breeze for him. I’m sure he will be perfectly fine. Me on the other hand will definitely be struggling.”

The three girls looked at me with amazement and wonder. ‘Just a lot of crap coming out of Jeremy’s mouth.’ High school was not a breeze; the swimming part was hard enough, and it was only going to get harder. Thankfully the host appeared and took all of the atention off of me and to the stage.

It was just the normal orientation. Do your work. Do your best. ‘Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Everyone knows all this.’ My mind was now wondering. I looked at the faces around me; they were all beaming with excitement towards their future here at school. My excitment wouldn’t begin until I stepped onto my turf, the deck. Jeremy nudge me bringing my attention back to the stage.

The host was speaking, “We are going to do something different. I would like eveyone to stand up from their seats.” There was a loud thud all all the seats returning to their closed positions. “Good. Now, if you are doing a single major please take a seat.”

Thousands of people sat down around us. Including the two girls we met earlier.

“Now anyone without a sport in their double major, take a seat.”

Again several people sat back down. But there were still a huge number of people standing. ‘I wonder which ones are swimmers?’

“Now anyone starting off freshmen year with a GPA lower than 3.0, please take a seat.”

This time Jeremy sat down. He was close to a 3.0 but high school as he said was a struggle. There were now maybe forty people standing. ‘Wow. I didn’t know a 3.0 with a sport was difficult.’

“Wow! There are more students still standing than last year. I don’t want to discredit those of you with a double major of two acedemic subjects; but at our school, doing a sport means your life here at the school, will be much more difficult. Only the strong minded athletes survive. Now…Anyone under a 3.5 GPA please sit.”

Again about half of the students left sat. ‘Great. I wish I could have sat down as well, but there was no way Jeremy would let that slide.’

“I am fully impressed with the number of students still standing. Now…Below a 4.0 GPA please sit.”

I wish I was one of the ones that sat, because now it was only me and three others. My GPA was a 4.25. Hopefully the host doesn’t go any farther.

“Let’s give these students a big round of appluse!” The auditorium erupted with clapping.

I wanted to sit back down, because now all the pairs of eyes in the place were searching and ending on me. ‘I am really not a land person. Stick me in a pool and this would be nothing. Here…I feel so out of place.’

“Let’s welcome these students onto the stage.”

‘Crap.’ I looked down at Jeremy who was no help, because he was almost in a fit of laughter.

“Go on George. You had to be a smarty pants. Go get your reward,” Jeremy said while laughing.

‘Whatever.’ I started walking to the stage; if I hadn’t Jeremy would have definately made it worse. Eyes were following me as I walked down to the stage. One of the other boys who had been still standing exited his row in front of me. ‘Good. He will go first.’

“Yes. Congratulations you four. You are the highest scored double majored athletes of all the freshmen. You should be proud of your accomplishments in high school. Especially since they will probably fluctuate these next four years,” the host said as we took our place on stage.

I was in the middle of the group. ‘Which is good. Meaning I won’t be going first either way.’

“Now, they will introduce themselves. State your name, sport, other major, and GPA,” the host passed the microphone to the girl closest to them.

I had two people before me.

The first girl confidently grabbed the mic, “My name is Stephine. I am a swimmer. Other major is Mathmatics. And my GPA is 4.15. Thank you,” and she handed the microphone the guy beside her.

‘Swimmer. Cool, I won’t be the only one up here.’ My nerves relaxed a bit.

The next student, “Hello, I am Phillp. I am in Baseball. Other major is Engineering. And my GPA is 4.0. Thank you.”

He passed the mic to me. ‘My turn.’ “Hello. My name is George. I am a swimmer. My other major is Physics. And my GPA is 4.25. Thank you,” and I quickly passed the mic to the guy on my left. ‘I did it. If these people surrounding me were only swimming people I would not look so uncomfortable.’

But after I finished there were gasps and looks of shocks from everyone in the audience below me.

The boy after my was name Jeffory. He was in Gymnastics, other major was Architecture, and his GPA was 4.0 as well. ‘So yes. I was the one to stick out because I had the highest GPA.’ I wish the host people wouldn’t do this; just label people with something that might not be their focus. ‘I wanted to be know as a swimmer; not an academic student. Can we get off this stage already?’

“Let’s give these students another round of applause as they make their ways back to their seats.”

If I could have walked faster, without looking like I hated the attention I would have. I got to my seat and tried to ignore the hushed whispers and glances.

The host continued to speak, but I couldn’t focus.

“Good job dude,” Jeremy whispered out a chuckle, “it’s only the first day and you are famous.”

I shot Jeremy a look, the kind of look that if you don’t shut it you will die. He got the message and shut his mouth.

“Now go out onto the campus and start your future at College!”

As everyone was gathering up their belongings, I grabbed my backpack and Jeremy, and I booked it out of there. I didn’t want any more attention. I was feeling suffocated in there. I threw open the doors to bright sunlight and we were gone.