Hi guys! Zephy here and I decided to post this first piece of my novel, 'Memoirs of a Teenage Wallflower", for constructive criticism. I know it feels like I left you guys hanging in the end but its on purpose, I just want comments and reviews on the idea so far. Anyway, enjoy and I'll probably end up posting the next parts sooner or later! - Zeph
Have you ever woken up to the feeling that your day was absolutely going to suck? As the alarm struck six a.m. I felt an immense pounding in my head - my own internal clock was ticking away in my brain like a time bomb ready to explode.
The countdown was on.
While my first day back at Minden Academy was not at all the celebration that my siblings were making it out to be, I was proud of myself for making a consorted effort to maintain a positive attitude. After all, being in subliminal hibernation over the past three years had felt like an everlasting eternity. The transition of moving back from the cleanest town in the world was just a little, well - strange, to say the least. Not so overjoyed with the pure air of the eco-friendly natural beauty of this world, we decided that we erratically preferred the maze of noisy streets, pollution and what my Nona (and probably all Hippies from the 60’s and 70’s) refer to as, ‘the concrete graveyard’. Though, this is coming from a woman who I am certain is the female version of Tommy Chong and George Clinton (the funk-master himself) and keeps a demented pet pig named Beethoven who my three brothers, my dad and I can swear is the spawn of the devil.
You see, several years ago we moved away from this city to the purest town in the world, Maharishi Vedic City, Iowa. As part of a deal contrived by my parents who happen to be complete opposites of each other – kind of like night and day. I really don’t know how they ended up together except it definitely must have been fate. They absolutely have nothing in common, but as cheesy as it may sound - they really do complete each other.
Mom is what I would call a modern-day Hippie. She is a yoga doing, Grateful Dead listening, organic vegan-eating ecomaniac. Her affinity to nature has always been a little more than overkill – I mean she even named all four of her kids after seasons of the year. Completely obsessed with body, mind and spirit, she is relentless at her attempts to ensure her family is not poisoned by what we put into our bodies. My dad, on the other hand, seems to think it’s all a bunch of BS. He is a true man’s man, an insatiable carnivore, and still insists on driving his gas guzzling Hummer just to get under my mother’s skin.
Over the past three years we have lived in total isolation away from normal everyday American life. A “normal” day of school for my brothers and I consisted of starting the morning off with meditation and ending the afternoon with more meditation. We lived in a green house with the greenest grass and had green cars. Quite frankly, the color green has become my least favorite color. We were supposed to have lived this peaceful existence for five years to, as my mother states, “cleanse our bodies and souls of harmful impurities to prolong our life expectancies.” However, as inflexible as my mother may be about her ideas of the perfect life, she also strongly believes in a democratic household. In other words, she was outvoted and we moved back two years early.
My Nona was not so easily convinced but had no choice in the move since her only source of income is a very small social security check she gets from the government she hates so much once a month. A true Hippie left over from the 60’s, I don’t think she has actually cut her hair since her days at Woodstock which she constantly makes references to. Definitely not your typical grandmother who bakes cookies, she practices voodoo in the attic dismissing the strange smells that smolder down from her sanctuary as simple herbal remedies.
My older brother, Winter Storm (and yes, that is his name) couldn’t be happier to be moving back to this urban lifestyle. I on the other hand have mixed emotions, although I did vote to move back because I was bored out of my mind (everyone there was nuts). I am a little reluctant to return to a school that I feel is still stuck in the Stone Age. However, Storm, I’m sure is looking forward to all the boy crazy bimbos that are surely to swarm as he reenters the cave.
Moving away to Vedic City is one of those things that seemed like a good idea at the time. My mom was just so sure that we were meant to live there; she was so overjoyed when Dad finally agreed to try it for a while and once we got there I honestly couldn’t believe my eyes. Let’s just say after three years of living there Dad, my brothers and I packed our bags quicker than Mom could protest.
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