| Sunday, August 31st, 2003 |
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----- You and me We used to be together Everyday together Always ----- { Bianca's pace gradually began to slow as she came to the end of her run, jogging moderately, up the steps of old two-story brick house, she placed her two fingers on the pulse point of her neck and entered her house. Her eyes closed for a moment and a hint of a smile played on her lips as she inhaled the smell of "home", for in her time away from Denholm she had missed it much more than she'd ever vocalized. She continued jogging through the house to the kitchen, passing under the hand-made "Welcome Home" banner from the surprise party the night before. She continued jogging in place as she opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water. Water in hand, she took the stairs two at a time and entered her room, blinking away the slight discomfort at how neat it still was...how unlived in it still felt. She eyed the luggage in the corner and considered unpacking for only a moment before she shook her head and opted to sit down at her computer. She moved her mouse a bit and watched as the screen jumped to life before she logged into the journalling site, scanning the page for the 'update link' and clicking it. She bit down, staring at the blinking cursor in the empty white box and sighed to herself. } "Fresh start....Here goes nothing" { She placed her fingers over the homerow and took a deep breath before she began to type. } I must admit right here and now, that I feel like something of a fraud, typing up a quirky little introduction to my journal about who I am and making it fit into this neat little box. I am no longer sure of who I am. And believe me, I've done my share of searching. I used to know exactly who I was. I was the track star, I was the good daughter, I was the honor roll student, I was popular. But then, things went topsy-turvy, as they tend to do. { The gloss-free lips pursed in a frowned and her brow furrowed for a moment before she continued. } But this is not about my past. This journal is my fresh start back here in Denholm. It's time to look forward. And to look and move forward, I suppose I would need some kind of marker for where I am right now, to look back on someday. You know, once I've...gone and moved forward. Ack. I'm typing circles around myself. So here goes. I am Bianca Mackenzie. I've lived in Denholm my entire life. My parents own and run Denholm Grocery. We are not rich, but we live comfortably. I am a senior in high school. I run track. I sing in the choir. And I don't really fit in with any clique of friends...not anymore, anyway. { Her eyes grew slightly cloudy and she tightened her jaw. } I...briefly moved away to live with my grandparents in Florida last year, but....but I'm back now....and I'm just ready for graduation. I did get my schedule yesterday from the guidance office. 1. English 12 2. Calculus 3. Creative Writing 4. English 12 5. AP Psychology 6. A'Capella Choir Quite honestly, my goal for the year is to just fade into the lockers. { She sighed slightly and clicked the 'update' button before she could change her mind. She slid back from the computer and rocked her head back against the chair stairing at the ceiling as she listened to the sounds of the old house and rolled her shoulders. } |
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