My Sister Abby (Part 37)

First block had never dragged by more slowly. At one point during my geometry teacher’s lecture on corresponding angles versus vertical angles, I saw Abby walk past the room. She must be getting some recognition for all of her work decorating.

I barely registered the homework assignment as the bell finally rang. I practically ran to my second block to get the nod from my teacher before I raced down the hall to the gym. Of course, the doors were still closed, and I couldn’t see the stage.

Whoever was up there had everyone’s rapt attention, however.

The security guards asked us all to line up single file and have our student id’s ready. If they scanned our Id, and our name wasn’t on the guest list, we got sent back.

I knew my name was on it, but as the scanner got closer and closer to me, I felt anxiety rising in my chest.

“Jessica?” The guard asked with a half smile.

I bit my lip, trying to hold back the faint blush that I knew had to be spreading over my face.

“Please tell me that you don’t remember me,” I begged, almost under my breath.

He smiled. “How could I forget? I put my neck on the line to make sure that you didn’t get suspended for attacking your sister across a lunch table, and then I had to drag you away from your crazy, ex-con father, all in one day!”

“Yeah, I’m not sure if “ex-con” applies if he’s back in jail,” I mentioned, trying to get the attention off of me.

“He is? For what?” He asked.

Apparently his memory wasn’t so good after all.

“Um, forgery, trespassing, violation of a restraining order, assault, stalking, and impersonating an officer,” I quickly listed. So maybe a couple of them weren’t felonies, but the longer list sounded more impressive.

His eyes widened. “That’s quite a rap sheet there!”

“Yeah, considering it was his first day on parole for abduction of two minors, counterfeiting, treason, and attempted murder, the judge didn’t waste any time.” I smiled ruefully, reliving my second time in court testifying against the man I once called my father.

“That was a while ago, though,” I reminded him.

“It was somewhat unforgettable,” he grinned at me before continuing down the line.

I wasn’t sure whether I should be flattered or worried.

I chose worried. I mean, I was worrying anyway, right?

The line of underclassmen slowly began to show signs of nervousness as we were still denied access.

People began to shift back and forth and hope that it would be worth it.

A few of the security guards smirked and offered to send them back to class, reminding everyone that winter break started at the end of school tomorrow.

“I’m sure some of the seniors are just getting a little carried away with the time of their speeches,” the head of security assured us.

Of course, all of this would be much easier if he could actually see the stage and be able to tell us who was talking. By now, we all knew who was long winded in the senior class.

There was a movement of some sort in the gym, and then I thought I heard the beginning of a scream.

The way the security guards all ran to the doors immediately didn’t help the tension that suddenly overtook everyone.

Everything happened at once.

One of the administrators put the school on lockdown, and the gym doors suddenly couldn’t be opened.

The security guards were running around to all the doors trying to find a way in to help.

Someone yelled at us to go into the locker rooms and lock ourselves in there, and I heard the words “active shooter” being tossed around.

I stood frozen, staring through the window in the auditorium door in the midst of the sudden frenzy.

Suddenly, Chad’s face appeared at the window, and a short lived peace found its way into my heart.

That was when I looked behind him.

Any feelings of peace instantly disappeared, and my only thought was, “Jessica, if you’re dreaming, WAKE. UP. NOW!”

My Sister Abby (Part 36)

Ariel here! I really wish I could have updated sooner, but everything just stayed exactly the same in Jess and Abby and Chad’s situation. Jess and Abby would fight, Jess would try to not call Nathan, Chad would get involved, and then the cycle would repeat. The only real news to report would be that it was now December of Chad’s senior year, he and Jess were closer than ever, and Abby had finally managed to completely keep Nathan worry free. Until now.

“Abby and I haven’t argued in three days,” I told Chad with a smile as I stepped into his car early on Thursday morning.

“You guys haven’t even crossed paths in three days, have you?” He asked. How did I get such an observant guy?

“Yeah,” I laughed. “That kind of helps. I wish she could decorate the gym every day!”

He grinned at me. “Well, I wish the seniors got to skip school for a banquet every day!”

I smiled back. “Well, I’m just glad that they can bring a sophomore date.”

“Hey, isn’t Nathan supposed to be there?” he asked. “I saw his name on the list of alumni special speakers.”

I shrugged. “We haven’t talked much lately,” I admitted.

He sighed. “Babe, you’ve got to stop that. How would you feel if something happened to him? You can’t protect him from everything, you know.”

I sighed. He was right, again. “I’ll catch him before he leaves today,” I promised. He smiled at me, proud.

Now I just had to come up with a viable excuse for my estrangement.

“Hey,” he reached for my hand, apparently recognizing my expression, “just tell him the truth. He’ll understand. I promise. If he doesn’t,” he gave my hand a slight squeeze and looked away from the road for a split second, “I’ll take you to prom.”

My mouth fell open. “You’re that serious?” I asked incredulously.

“Yeah, Jess. He’ll understand.”

I shook my head, but I started to believe him in spite of myself.

It might be a good day after all.

Then I mentally shook myself. Of course it would be a good day! After first block, I’d spend it all with Chad!

I smiled at him as we pulled into the school parking lot.

“Thanks,” I said as we got out of the car.

“For what?”

“For being there,” I answered.

“I’ll always be there,” he promised.

That didn’t surprise me. It’s what people always said. What surprised me was that I believed him.

My Favorite Time Consumer

So, I’m writing again. Maybe it constantly fills my thoughts, and it might possibly distract me from daily tasks like, you know, eating, but I think the end product is worth it!

Here’s an excerpt from my most recent revamping of a great, original story so you can see if you feel the same way! Enjoy!

~Ari

Dear Jason,

Where are you, baby? I really need you to be okay right now. I haven’t washed the syrup off yet. I probably never will.

Why were we so stupid to never specify that your dad’s last name is MacNair, and mine’s is Jacobs? I mean, I can’t blame the director.

Actually, I can.

She is licensed to take care of you all day long, but when a strange guy walks in and says he’s picking up a naïve, beautiful, trusting 3 year old and gives her his identification, she doesn’t even use the resources she has to check out his background!

Just based on the fact that he is the father of someone who is permitted to pick you up, she trusted you to an abusive, hate-filled disgrace of a man who actually has a restraining order filed. In her office.

Just to make sure this doesn’t happen, you know?

Jason, my little baby, I spent three years saving you from your father, but I never thought to prepare you for mine.

Don’t make him mad. He isn’t like Chris. He can’t be appeased, and I wouldn’t let you do that anyway. He just wants to hurt you because he knows that it’ll hurt me.

I really need to hear you lisp my name again, sweetie! Just this once, I wish karma would pay me back!

I’ve given up so much and done so many things for you, for my mom, even for Tony before I knew him.

It wouldn’t be fair for the universe to not even consider paying me back, just to see you, baby!

No, not just to see you. To see you safe. To see you safe, in your bed, surrounded by the people you love, regardless of their varying levels of affection for you.

There’s not a lot of love here without you. You were what holds us together!

Chris hates me and hates the fact that I’m keeping his secret, and that’s destroying his marriage. Tony is just a mess, and he needs constant attention, which means no one has time for them self, which means everyone’s a mess.

Without an adorable three year old to lift our spirits and lisp away our troubles, we’re not going to make it, Jase. Someone’s going to have to give, and I hope it’s my mom, because I could never leave her in a situation like this.”

Meredith paused, pen above the paper, unsure of how to continue.

Her lip quivered, and the pen dropped as her head dropped onto her desk.

“I miss you, Jason!” she whispered brokenly. “Please come home!”

“Ah, Meredith?” A voice just inside her door made her look up.

Oh, PS, the title of this one is going to be “Echoes” at the moment. I like it. What do you guys think?

Your Story – Deserted

via http://sethsnap.com/2014/06/04/your-story-deserted/

The tree awakens itself in the silent evening wind, but there is still no difference. She rustles her leaves ever so slightly, straining her ears in the twilight silence to hear…

Nothing.

With a heavy sigh, she adjusts her branches again and pulls them close around her to block out the unearthly silence.

It wasn’t always like this. Once, long ago…

But then, it is never good to dwell too long on the past.

The tree sleeps while the artistic clouds above her paint a soft purple blanket over lives that once were.

Puppies and Pride

People really think that they’re a lot more important than they actually are. My puppy accidentally taught me that tonight.

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We have a pen that we set up sometimes to keep her away from the stairs, but recently she has figured out how to open it.

Tonight, we adjusted it so that her usual trick won’t work, and when she went running to the top of the stairs and couldn’t get through, she gave me a puppy look that clearly said, “But, Ari, I was just figuring out how to get through it!”

It was when I answered her with, “Some things exist to protect you, not prove your ability to get through them,” that I made the connection.

How many times have these words crossed our lips in prayer: “God, I don’t understand! I was just starting to be able to handle it!” or “It was just starting to make sense!”?

Do you see where I’m going with this yet?

I’m here to propose a shocking idea. What if, sometimes, the things God puts in our paths aren’t about us proving ourselves? What if the setbacks aren’t Him saying that we’re ready for a bigger challenge? What if it’s not about our ability at all?

What if the trials are there sometimes to show us that it’s time to let go?

It’s a Funny Kind of World

It’s a funny kind of world
Where the people that we know
Are the cowards who are fearless,
Or the warriors coming home

It’s a funny kind of world
Where the ones who think they’re strong
Aren’t the ones that fight for freedom
Or the ones who right our wrongs

It’s a funny kind of world
When the fearless have no pluck
And the victory of heroes
Is attributed to luck.

It’s a funny kind of world
Where a veteran is not seen
As deserving of the honor
He should have from those he’s freed

It’s a funny kind of world
Where the people that we know
Either don’t deserve to be here
Or can’t be sure they’ll make it home

It’s a funny kind of world
Where the ones who’ve earned it best
Don’t get the chance to live here
After standing every test

It’s a funny kind of world
Where the red, the white, the blue
Stand for every kind of freedom
But don’t call for a salute

It’s a funny kind of world
When the ones who did the most
Don’t just miss the celebration:
They’re forgotten by the host

I’m done with this funny world
I don’t get it, anyway
I will not forget the reasons
That we have Memorial Day

*****

This poem is a tribute to the fallen, but also a heartfelt thank you to those who serve to protect us at all times and on all fronts.

~Ari

Newly Commissioned 2LT Buried at Sea by Girlfriend and Siblings

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It’s been a great weekend!

My family and I went to a very special person’s commissioning, and now we’re taking advantage of the nearby attractions (i. e. The Ocean) before heading back home.

I have made a major plot development in my book that will assist in leading to my climax, and I’ve even thought about studying for my major Maths test! (Yeah, that’s right. Look at me being all studious!)

In other news, I was recently introduced to you tuber “blndsundoll4mj” and have since decided that if Americans get any more stupid, we’ll die out in the next five years.

If you don’t believe me, she has a very informative video on Hitler. I won’t put the link here, because I don’t want my blog to ever be associated with it, but it can’t be too hard to find. Anyway, if you still don’t believe me, she has a video called “Do Dogs Have Brains” that will set you right once and for all.

Beach, Commissioning, Stupid. Yep, that’s about it!

Unlike annoying graduation speakers, I have no closing thoughts. Hopefully, I’ll see you soon!