Gaijin Girl: Chapter 1
The sky was blue and cherry blossoms fell from the large trees on the sides of the roads. A lovely day in April, the perfect day to start school. I couldn’t wait to walk through those halls and feel all the eyes staring at me. All sarcasm intended. I had woken up that morning feeling miserable, anticipating my first day. I rose from my bed and stood in front of the mirror, staring at my thin frame. I had worked hard to stay this small. Over the summer for one point I had to stay in the hospital with a butterfly needle in my arm, but it was worth it. The clothing sizes here were so small, I was lucky to be 5’0 but my weight tended to fluctuate. I turned to my new uniform which was hung outsid
I Want You Back
It was eight years ago, but I still remembered it like it was yesterday. Dakota was in the sandbox, sitting alone in the corner by the two poison berry bushes all the kids made up stories about. She was the only one there, everyone else was afraid, but Dakota, she was a risk taker. That was what I liked about her. Behind her cute pink clothes and porcelain doll face was a scamp. She was one of those little girls who insisted her hair was done right or her clothes stayed clean. She was prissy like that, but still liked to play and have fun. Even if she rolled down the hill by the blacktop all recess, she would get up with her brown hair perfectly in place and not a grass stain to be found. She could be seen as a bully or a “mean girl,” as most of the other girls didn’t get along with her, but in my eyes she was a goddess. Or more like a fairy, since we were only eight.
I trudged barefooted from the third grade recess door, across the burning blacktop and onto the spike
How I Became a Teenage Father: 5
5: And this is How You Become a Father
Dakota wasn’t talking to me at all. I wondered what I had done to make her suddenly start avoiding me again. As I passed her in the hall she would take detours through the lockers or the back staircase, talk to the next most interesting snob friend she had within her reach or pretend she was in some serious or heated conversation on her phone and act like she didn’t see me.
I had run into Travis a few times that week. He and Dakota told each other almost everything. He was practically her diary. But he happened to be just as clueless as me. Even Claire had no idea what was going on. I couldn’t even go into depth with them and see if they could read her better than I could. I was too afraid to let it slip what we had planned a few days back.
Rides home were awkward. Claire wanted to be beside Travis and I’d be stuck beside Dakota in the back seat where she either gave me the stink eye or sit quietly staring out the wi
How I Became a Teenage Father: 0
First Heart Break
It was already dark outside and I was unusually drowsy. The sky was surprisingly smoky as if there was a factory somewhere down the empty country road. Down the driveway I could see an about 5 foot tall white figure making it’s was up to the patio. Was that a Polar bear, a baby polar bear? Was Ontario even high enough up north to spot a polar bear?
As the figure made its way close to the door, I could finally pick up who it was. Dakota Holly. My girlfriend, one of the happiest girls I knew. She was slouching and had a glum, down look on her face.
Dakota stepped onto the front patio and I ran for the door to let her in, “Welcome home Honey!” I sang as she stepped through the door. That glum look still planted on her face.
Dakota made her ways to the living room and sat dow