Stupidity = MeA Story by Jade This was originally going to be a short novel of some sort,but I decided to use what I had and tweak it for a short story for my English class.This too,is not finished.I'm not sure where the rest went Stupidity = Me This is the story of how I met my husband, a career thief. Wow it sounds so much worse when I say it out loud. How in the world could I be so stupid? I did the stupidest thing any human being could do. Well, it’s definitely up there on the list. I’m still trying to figure out how I got to where I am now. Maybe I should just start from the beginning. It was one of those summer nights, the ones that really make you wonder if life could be any better. I was lying on my bed, reading my tattered and shabby copy of Romeo and Juliet. I love that book… It’s so… well that’s beside the point. I had opened the window to let the warm summer breeze blow through my room. After reading for a bit, I put my book down and got under the covers, trying to keep my mind on anything but him. Eric. We had been dating for two years, two stinking amazing years, and just today, he dumped me simply saying he met another girl. Who does that? No crying Kara, no crying, I kept telling myself. What a selfish repugnant jerk! How could someone do that after two heavenly years?! My thoughts had gone back to Eric, great. Just then, I heard rustling outside, and I, being paranoid, was frozen, not wanting to look outside for fear of whatever was out there, but not wanting to stay there. Fear of the unknown. Isn’t it the worst? The rustling stopped, but I had an uneasy feeling in my stomach, so I slowly and silently got up, grabbed the baseball bat I kept by my bed, just in case (I told you I was paranoid), and walked slowly into the hall. It was dark, so I couldn’t see much. I could smell the faint greasy smell of bacon from a few hours ago. I stopped at the end of the hall, which was the entrance to the kitchen. Peeking around the corner I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, but it was dark, so I slowly stepped into the kitchen, and there was a man standing by the refrigerator, looking at my cheap cheesy magnets, holding one of my cheap, but incredibly sharp kitchen knives. I thought he hadn’t seen me, but I was dead wrong. Pun intended. Before I knew it the knife was at my throat and he was standing in front of me. The first thing I noticed, (and here is another example of how stupid I am) was that he was kind of hot… I backed up quickly until I hit the wall, stammering, stuttering, trying to make a point in saying the most valuable thing in the crammed apartment was probably the college books in the living room I’d bought a few weeks ago at the start of the semester. But even though my mind should’ve been on the knife at my throat, it was on those deep green eyes that looked at me through those thick, long eyelashes that any girl would die for. I kept thinking about those perfect lips, that perfect straight nose. His cheekbones were sharp enough to cut somebody, but still had softness to them. Snap out of it Kara! Slowly coming towards me, shortening the distance between him and me… I mean, the knife and me, he did something I never would have expected a thief to do. He handed the knife to me, and booked it out the back door, the way I realized later, that he had come in. I was baffled. Who does that? Did he realize I was probably telling the truth that I had nothing valuable, and decided to leave? Was I too intimidating with my baseball bat that he couldn’t handle it? Yeah right… © 2013 JadeAuthor's Note
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JadeNampa, IDAboutI'm Jade, and I'm a young writer that loves deep literature, reading, and writing. I love philosophy and thinking about those really deep things that most people don't ever think about. I h.. more..Writing
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