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Chapter One
I used to really love chocolate. In fact I was pretty much obsessed, that is until I realized that I was wasting my life wondering about the next time I’d have a delicious truffle melt on my tongue. I mean it’s not that I’m the size of a ginormous elephant or anything, chocolate was just my way of coping with life.
In fact I’m rather petite regardless of my chocolate gorging. So after a couple months of tumbling down that horrific hill of high school I discovered the wonders of chocolate. In fact I still have some chocolate tucked into my knock-off of a coach purse.
As of today I decided that instead of softening my emotions through chocolate binging I’d do a “Thirty Day Challenge.” Apparently these things are supposed to help people express themselves in a new way. I can’t wait, said with as much sarcasm as the fish in the sea. In fact it would be ironic that the first question of my challenge is, “why are you doing this challenge?”
The answer isn’t as simple as a teenager’s typical feeble excuse of I’m bored. I used to have a really tight group of friends, we were woven together as tightly as one of my Grandma Gertrude’s quilts. The three of us did everything and shared everything with each other. Annie, Meg and I were known for our good friendship as well as our individual personalities.
However we’re not that close anymore, some shit went down and for now just know that the only person I trusted for a month or so, after the three of us split, was my stuffed frog Ribbit. As much as I devotedly love Ribbit he’s not the best of company, sometimes his big black glass eyes can be a tad intimidating. So I’m hoping that maybe this challenge will help me somehow better understand everything that happened and people’s motives, including my own. For in the words of Ribbit the frog I need to, “hop it all out!”
So hoping that Ribbit’s knowledgeable eyes can guide me along the way I will be committed to my challenge and enlighten myself about the hearts of adolescents.
Chapter Two
While I was imprisoned at Butter High I realized that no two people eat a lollipop the same way. No one. Out of all the millions of people on the Earth everyone has their own unique way of devouring a lollipop. Some like to crunch into it right away and feel the crunch on their teeth, while others like to savor the flavor. So they take their time and let it sit in their mouth as they suck on it.
I’m the kind of person that will attempt to savor the flavor but will end up crunching on it anyway. However once that sticky substance is stuck in my teeth I instantly regret my decision. Today my school’s chorus decided that they just had to sell lollipops as a fundraiser. Guess who ended up sitting at a lollipop booth during all of their free time? That’s right, me.
Care to ask why? Since I’m called Lolly, therefore of course I’d want to run the lollipop booth! I mean I didn’t even have to volunteer or anything! The choral girls just figured that their brilliant minds had some secret way of peering into mine and knowing that I wanted to be in charge of a stupid lollipop booth.
If I had been selling them for a cause I supported then maybe I would have wanted to volunteer. Selling lollipops for a chorus that was simply full of annoying girls that think they can sing? That’s not on my to do list.
However the chorus thought that it was, so I was forced to sit at a desk smiling at everyone who walked by screeching, “Buy a lollipop! Buy a lollipop! I’ll shut up if you buy the lollipop!”
I sold a grand total of three hundred lollipops. My director gave me a verbal beating, as she yelled at me at the end of the day about how the chorus still had a thousand and seven hundred lollipops that needed to be sold, stressing that I should be a more cheerful business woman. Along with some other crap about me not pulling my weight as a member of the chorus. She didn’t seem to care that I never even volunteered to be a business woman and that was never apart of my agenda.
Although I did have an interesting run-in with my twenty-percent boyfriend today. Jack Sheltsnick has always been someone that I describe as immensely attractive, a couple weeks ago he earned his title of twenty-percent boyfriend. Jack and I knew each other from way back when in preschool, when I would draw a painting and he would tell me it looked like poop. Good times, good times.
So now that we’re both more mature and in high school it’s just natural that we’d start talking again. We make very detailed conversation every time we run into each other in the halls, I mutter “Hi.” He pauses and looks at me skeptically before saying in reply, “Hey.” I can feel the connection the two of us have every time.
Today was the day we took our detailed conversation to a whole new complexity. While I yelled down the hallway at other students straining my vocal chords, Jack decided he wanted a lollipop.
He flipped his shaggy black hair before he came over to me with a huge smile on his face, showing off his marvelously straight teeth.
“Hey Lolly, I heard you’re selling lollipops.” I stopped yelling and gazed at him, trying to seize the moment and save it for later.
“You heard right! They’re a dollar each, but you should really buy more than just one.” He looked at the lollipops I was holding before he spoke again, making eye contact. His eyes are a deep shade of light green where mine are like a sky blue.
“I heard that you’re planning on singing at that banquet for the soccer players.” I nodded my head, I’d been practicing the song I was singing before being shoved into the lollipop selling.
“Well see you around Lolly.” I smiled stupidly as he joined the crowd of high schoolers walking amidst the hallway. It wasn’t until he was out of sight that I realized he hadn’t bought a lollipop.
So now as I look back on today I’ll do the next day of my challenge! “What are you known for?” I’d like to think that when someone hears my name they think of a super-mega-sexy girl with a singing voice that defies description and is planning on saving all the kangaroos. However I doubt that’s what I’m known for. Instead I’m known as the semi-quiet girl with a knock out singing voice.
Annie and Meg would always joke around that they would help me reach my goal of stardom by singing and help me sell a platinum record. In fact we would spend countless hours just recording me singing, then all of us singing. Most of the time we sounded like a sick penguin, but sometimes we would edit the sound. Then we, or just I, sounded pitch perfect. It was amazing, it literally riveted my whole view point on editing a singers voice mechanically.
Like most things, there’s a right way and a wrong way. Meg was the one that knew the right way to do it, and Annie was the gal who could record. I just happened to have the perfect voice they were looking for.
Chapter Three
“Lolly I just heard the big news!” I squinted at my mother over my geometry homework as I tried to determine what on Earth she was talking about. I continued to look at my blatant mother who was covered from paint from her latest project.
My mother is obsessed with painting, every month she repaints the kitchen and the living room. She’s been trying to paint my room but I’ve informed her that’s simply out of the question.
My father hasn’t bothered to stop her painting and quite frankly she just won’t listen to me. My home always smells like some kind of construction store, it’s like forever living in Lowes.
My mother waved her arms around animatedly before I finally asked exasperated, “What are you talking about crazy lady?”
“Your lollipop booth!” She yelled clapping her hands and beaming from ear to ear.
This was what she called big news? I sighed and tried to explain to her that it wasn’t my lollipop booth. However she was relentless and continued to speak regardless of my words.
“Your chorus director emailed me everything about it! This is so exciting, it’s opened a whole new door for you to meet new people and help out! I can paint you a sign and everything it’ll be called -”
“Mom! I didn’t sign up to run it!” I couldn’t believe this, since when did my mother even read her emails? The last time she was on a computer was ages ago when she was ordering paint and accidently spilt it all over the desktop. After that incident I made sure my laptop was hidden under my pillow or in my arms.
“I know dearie, but don’t worry I’ll teach you everything you’ll need to know.” I couldn’t believe this, it was taking more self control than I knew I had to not yell out at my mother about how absurd she was being.
“Honey you need to stop hiding from the world, I know you’ve had a rough past couple of months… Now it’s time to start playing the game again and live your life.” I chomped down on my pencil eraser, hard. I’d been living, I mean I’d taken up some new hobbies.
Learning how to whistle and do yo-yo tricks. That had been the focus of my time for the last three months. “Lolly! What are you hiding from? I mean you used to be so full of life, therefore your father and I are making you sell every last single one of those lollipops.” As soon as she said this she left my room with me still gawking at the now empty spot near my bed. When I’d been learning how to yo-yo, the professional way, I’d been helped out by Reese Hawkins.
I was at the library searching the stacks for books on yo-yo’s when Reese approached me, “Hello, can I help you find anything? I’m Reese.” She smiled at me and I couldn’t help but be pierced with jealousy. Reese was one of the “cool” girls, she had flawless skin and glossy blonde hair that was a length longer than my hair would ever dare to grow.
My stubborn hair had been the same length for years, stuck at my shoulders. My wavy brown hair refused to grow therefore I’d learned to detest it and long for extensions. Reese continued to give me a friendly smile as I experienced a feeble attempt of smiling back, the result was pitiful.
“You’re Lolly right, the chorus girl?” As I started to nod my stash of books fell to the ground. They hit the ground with a bang and disrupted everyone in deep concentration that was around me.
This would happen to me. I could feel my face reddening as Reese began to pick up my books, as I knelt down next to her she paused, looking at the books covers.
“You yo-yo? That’s awesome I had no idea!” I looked at her confused as I took the book out of her hand.
“Well I don’t now, I’d like to learn though.” Her eyes lit up as I said this and I could feel my cheeks getting hotter. I set down my newly formed stack before they had the chance to tumble to the ground again.
“Lolly why don’t you let me teach you! Don’t tell anyone but I actually love to yo-yo, I can do all sorts of tricks.” I crossed my arms and looked at her skeptically.
“You really don’t have to do that…” Reese laughed and shook her head, “I want to! I mean you just live a couple houses down from me, so why don’t we start this Tuesday after four?”
“What?” She hugged herself and sighed excitedly, before informing me that she would be over at precisely at four o’ five.
“I’ll see you in school Lolly! I can’t wait till our yo-yo session!” Then she walked off to continue working. So that was how I started learning how to yo-yo with one of the schools most “coolest” girls and made my new best friend. That night I neatened up my room and bought a collection of air fresheners to try and hide the smell of wet paint from downstairs.
Time for day three of my challenge, “is the truth always good to hear? Why or why not?” What kind of question is that? I’d prefer to answer something simpler, it’s only my third day of this challenge thing.
However I must say that the truth can be a very vile thing, it can destroy a friendship. I mean some people will do some extreme things to escape the truth, I’ve heard that some people to escape the truth of their age will go swimming with sharks. They say that the thrill will scare the life into them. In other words they’re all idiots and won’t accept it.
I also know that the truth is needed to keep a marriage running smooth, as well as any relationship. So my personal opinion of the truth would have to be that it’s like a dog, if treated right it will be loyal and loving. On the other hand if you abuse it it’ll bite you and leave a vicious scar.
The truth apparently wasn’t something that was important in Annie, Meg, and my friendship. I always thought that it was, and I thought they did too. Now I know that I shouldn’t have trusted them so easily. We always told each other everything, our secrets, our dreams, and our aspirations.
They both knew everything about me, where I was ticklish and my love for kangaroos. Things that even my parents didn’t care about, those small unimportant details that can sometimes make all the difference.
Once I had really, really wanted a cat. So the three of us saved all our money and we bought a cat! A real live calico cat named Pinky. It lived at Meg’s house since Annie’s and my parents absolutely detested cats. For months we shared the cat and took care of it together, we had a whole schedule of which days the cat belonged to whom.
It was a wonderful system, now the cat solely belongs to Meg. Which I guess is for the best, I mean the cat would probably die of fumes from all the paint at my house.
One day I told Reese that I missed Pinky and the next yo-yo session she brought me a cat yo-yo. That small little gesture just filled me with happiness, it was nice to know that someone cared. Of course Reese knew about how I used to share a cat with Annie and Meg, everyone did. We used to tell everyone about Pinky and tell the story of how we shared her.
Now the only person I talk to Pinky about with is Reese, and Ribbit.
