Thursday, June 4th

Thursday, June 4th

It's summer vacation and yet all I want to do is stay indoors, scribbling down in this notebook. My mother thinks there is something wrong with me because she thinks that I am the only sixteen year old in the world that wants to stick around the house all day. This is untrue, and I know this for a fact. I know this one guy who lives down the road and he never comes outside, except at night. All the neighborhood kids say he is a vampire but he is no Edward Cullin, sadly. His name is Alex and he actually spends his days playing video games and at night when he can't sleep (probably from staring at the screen all day), he goes for a walk. I only know this because I was walking outside late one night due to also not being able to sleep and bumped in to him. I don't pay attention when I walk because I am too busy watching my feet.  If I didn't, I'd fall down a lot more than I already do. However, since I don't pay attention, I tend to run in to things, a lot! Alex happened to be one of them. I know what you are thinking, I must have just died when that happened and trust me, I nearly did. But he was really nice about it and he offered to walk with me back to my house and we talked for a little while. So, as you can see I am not the only teenager on the face of the planet that would rather spend their time inside, than out. 

"Are you sick? Are you depressed? Do you need Prozac?" She's asking me these questions with no intent on receiving any real answers. She's too zoned into her compact, not even looking me in the eye to ask. Had I said yes, she'd have continued with her make-up and not have heard a word I said. So, I decided that Mom is right and I needed to find something to do. 

So I chose to call Abigail. 

"Yes, dear Tabby, what can I do for you?"

"I need to get out of this house; apparently I'm depressed and need a little sunshine." 

"That's convenient considering Mom just offered me the beach house for the weekend. I had hoped you would be able to come with me." 

I enjoyed the thought of being alone with Abigail for a week. Not to mention the idea of sand between my toes and the possibility of turning my paper-white skin into a more cream-filled color excited me! I just feared asking mom because I knew she'd have a million questions and concerns.  "Say a prayer for me Abigail, I'm going to ask mom." I hung up the phone and contemplated how I'd approach mom when I finally decided I'd just wing it. I found her in her craft room; busy working on God knows what, seeing as she doesn't have a job. She likes to pour her creative side out into everything so that she feels like she's accomplishing something.  I didn't know being creative meant you were intelligent but what would I know about intelligence. I usually go along with her ideas even when I think they are terrible, which happens a lot.  To me, she's not actually talented; she's just another stay at home mother addicted to Pinterest with too much time on her hands. This project looked messy so I know I didn't want to stick around long and get involved in all that glittery mess, so I went ahead and spit it out!

"Mom, would it be alright for me to go to the beach with Abigail this weekend, her mother said-" My attempt was quickly cut off.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever honey." She was waving me away with her hands, clearly the mess of glitter was more interesting. "So I can go to the beach then, just me and Abigail?" She didn't even look up from her project.  I could have told her that I was going to go have sex with our elderly neighbor because, "Oh mom, I am in love with him!" She would have not heard a word from my mouth, and to think I was worried.  It is moments like this that confuse me as to why parents wonder why their children run around and act like ignorant fools. It's because we aren't getting the attention we desire from them.  They are constantly wrapped up in their own lives to notice the misery or the rebellion in their child’s, at least not till one is knocked up or locked up. 

They better be glad I am the innocent one of their two children because if it had been Bryan he'd wind up in a mess of trouble. I can imagine it now, Bryan would get drunk and cheat on his girlfriend using the line,” ‘It’s not cheating if you're in a different area code" or possibly getting thrown into jail for underage drinking. 

I am so glad that right now I have no interest in getting to know the opposite sex while they are naked. Just the thought of a penis sort of upsets my stomach. I don't think I could be anyone’s girlfriend because I don't think I could do those girl-friendly duties that girls do to attempt to keep their boyfriends from straying.  So let's just say, I'm not so upset right now about being an unintelligent loser.  Maybe being single isn't as bad as I had previously thought... 

Ugh, yeah I think I am going to go throw up my spaghetti now and go lay down to get some rest.  I want to be able to be awake for the four hour drive to Savannah tomorrow and I still have to pack...

Author's Note

Tabby lets out her real feelings about being a teenager when it comes to talking, thinking, and even... doing boys...

Reviews

[Samantha (:]

Definitely my favorite so far. I loved some of the lines you used when describing her her mother's ignorance, and I also loved how you didn't make her into the typical 16 year old girl who wants nothing more than a boyfriend. There are plenty of girls out there that have the same fears she does, and I really like how you gave the reader that perspective. I could definitely see this in a young adult book. (:

[Amanda Dawn Sanderson-Greer]

Thank you for the kind words, greatly appreciated.

[.shalynn.009.]

"and scribble down in my notebook about the pathetic life I live" take out the "down"

"So I decided that mom was right and I needed to find something to do so I called Abigail." this is a run on sentence. It would work better as "So, I decided that mom is right and I needed to find something to do. I called Abigail." Or something of that sort. Also, since "mom" is used as a name, it should be captialized.

"and waved me away with her hand." the "with her hand" is unnecessary. It's implied.

"I do not think I could be anyones girlfriend because I don't think I could do those girl friendly duties that girls do to attempt to keep their boyfriends from straying" I like this idea. It's a nice change from a teenage girl only wanting to have a boyfriend.

Still doing good with this. I'm interested and I like Tabitha. Girls could relate to her, yet she's not a typical, stereotypical character, which is a very good thing. I'm interested to meet Abigail and see how her character develops as well.

[Midnight_Mystery]

another awesome chapter my dear..keep 'em coming :)