by Billy Miner
This is Tracy. I went to the dance with Trish yesterday, and I have to admit that I expected to have a better time there. I hated it.
Let me just start off by saying that I was late. I hate being late. Sure, you can go inside at any given time, but I wanted to be there around 8:00 p.m., not 8:15 p.m. So yes, I was already a little agitated because I couldn’t get there in time. It was all because I took too long deciding what dress I was going to wear.
Whenever I go to these dances, I feel like I have to wear the perfect outfit to represent some class and intelligence. So when I came there, I felt a little uncomfortable. I was late, and I still didn’t know if I had chosen the right dress. By the way, it was a soft green colored dress with lace on the side and a carefully chosen silver set of earrings. I made sure everything matched well, even the tiniest details.
I saw Trish and said “hi.” I wasn’t too sure about what she was wearing. Her lipstick didn’t match her eye shadow and blush. Her hair was put together sloppily and kept together by a cheap ribbon. And her dress… I don’t know where to begin. She looked… how would I say it? Shabby… dowdy… untidy? Something like that. I don’t know the correct word for it, but it looked as if she just picked something within a few seconds and put it on without any consideration or even a mirror.
Oh well, her choice I guess.
She dragged me inside the building. I was a little annoyed by that, since I already indicated that I was coming. I just didn’t want to be pushed around.
It smelled weird inside. I couldn’t get over the musty air and I had to go to the bathroom. An empty stomach didn’t help either, so I went to the food table. I stuffed a few snacks into my mouth and looked at the crazy idiots who were trying to show off what they could do on the dance floor. It was pretty pathetic actually. None of them put any thought into what they were doing. They just improvised, reacting to their inner impulses and not caring about how stupid they looked.
I wasn’t going to participate in this, not like them. I could already tell after a few minutes that this wasn’t my thing. I didn’t mind dancing, but there needed to be some structure, not just a bunch of nut jobs throwing their hands in the air for no reason.
The music was too loud, the DJ had a terrible taste in music, and the people who tried to talk to me were some of the shallowest kids I had met.
I hated it and I wanted to go home.
I looked at the clock.
Only 8:45 a.m.
Two more hours of this. No thank you.
But then, as I was contemplating what would be the best way to go home earlier, without appearing as a total introvert, Trish came to the snack table and told me I was awkward and a party-pooper.
Seriously?
Why don’t you watch your words for once, Trish? You just start talking before you think. It’s not very nice to call me awkward, and yes, I hate the party, but that doesn’t mean I am spoiling it for anyone. You seem to do okay with those brainless balls of energy, bouncing up and down to a monotonous beat that goes on forever.
I was fed up, and not just with snacks. I had enough of this dance, and I was going home early.
Entry 5: A Nightmare
This is Trish. Yesterday was a nightmare, to me at least. It’s because we met the boy of our dreams. Hah! That sounds weird… a nightmare because he was the boy of our drea… well, never mind.
Anyway, I was hitting on this boy, the most amazing, handsome boy in our class, when Tracy came over and took him away from me.
This was what was going on: They had been friends for a while. Not fair. I know. It’s just because they grew up in the same neighborhood. If only I had lived there, I would stood a chance, but now, she snatched this hunk away like an eagle soars down and seizes a fish from the water.
This was going to be my date!
His name was Frank. He had been the most dashing young male in class for months, which is what all the girls in class were saying, according to their little election method.
So yeah, I was angry, I was furious, I was pi… not happy.
“Hey Frank,” I said as I was nervously playing with my hair. “I love your shirt. I have one in the same color. Is that your favorite?”
He smiled.
Oh, that smirk that tilted to the left side was so hot, like a powerful, confident little lion who had everything under control. It’s definitely something that captures my attention immediately when I see a boy that I like. And unlike the dozens of boys I have had crushes on, this one looked more like a keeper. This one was better. I just knew it.
“Yes, it’s my favorite,” he said.
“It’s my favorite too,” I said, wondering if I was lying.
But before I could say another word, Tracy interrupted us.
“We were going to the park,” she said.
I was shocked. How could she do this to me? Didn’t she notice that I liked Frank as well? What was she trying to do here?
Frank said goodbye while Tracy took his arm and put it around her. I had never seen her take so much initiative. It just wasn’t her. But no matter what I thought, the truth was that my backstabbing friend took away my chance to ultimate happiness and bliss.
I watched as they disappeared from my vision and walked to the city park.
How dare she?
Entry 6: A Dream
This is Tracy. I just had the most wonderful date. I might have indicated it before in my other diary, but I really like Frank. He has been my playmate since we were 4 years old. At first, I didn’t think too much of him. We were just friends. I never fall in love with anyone that fast anyway, and I don’t remember having had a lot of crushes on guys that blew over easily.
I am the slow type. I want to feel safe, so yeah, it too me a while to start seeing him as more than friends. But once I began to notice my feelings towards him, I couldn’t get enough of it. I couldn’t get enough of him.
I tried to contact him more frequently, setting up dates, specific times to call and talk on the phone, or see him at school. He wasn’t as well organized as I was, but I didn’t care. I had finally admitted that I had fallen for him, and this was going to be my goal: To warm him up to me.
The sad thing is, however, that I don’t think he felt the same way towards me. He still considered us “just friends.” I mean, I don’t blame him, since it can’t happen to both of us at the same time, but I was sure that if I played it right, eventually he would start seeing me as a potential girlfriend.
Oh, just thinking about it makes my heart melt. Being in his arms, with his warm body temperature radiating as we cuddle a little and I put my head on his soft, fluffy sweater. I dreamt about it daily.
And that day it would happen: We would go to the park. It was going to be wonderful and cozy and romantic.
I arrived at the agreed location.
Hey, was that Trish? What was she doing with him? Hopefully she didn’t like him too. That would become a little too competitive, and I did not want to lose her as a friend. Oh, life is so complicated sometimes, with all the things we worry about.
Anyway, I had planned a date for the both of us, and we were going to follow through by walking to the park together. I came closer and saw it: His fluffy sweater. It was going to feel like a stuffed pillow. I increased my pace and grabbed hold of his arm, so that I could feel the soft, gentle shape of his arm. I could hold that arm all day if I had to.
I said goodbye to Trish and hoped she would be okay with me leaving like that.
We arrived at the park. Nothing would stand in our way now. We were alone; we were together… it was really nice.
The temperature was perfect, with glowing sunshine and a soft summer breeze tickling our faces. We walked on paths that took us past green trees and luscious grass. My favorite spot was the bridge, carefully constructed above the streams of the lively, flowing river. I felt at ease. I was secure with my romantic guy, and I think we almost kissed when we came really close and talked about our day.
He was so
sweet to me.
I loved it. I felt safer than ever with my beau boy, which is why I am recording this as a precious memory in our mutual diary.
Entry 7: Something New
This is Trish. I just had a great time yesterday. It wasn’t like the usual boring routine. We went shopping. I promised myself at first to only buy one item that day, just to make sure I would save up some money for… well, that’s just it. I didn’t know what I was saving up for. Maybe that’s what made me go a little nuts that afternoon. But who cares? It was fun!
I picked up Tracy at her place, since she lived closer to the mall. I was excited. It was going to be so awesome! I hadn’t been shopping for uhm… I don’t know. But it felt like forever!
We came to the mall. There were thousands of tops, skirts, headbands, and shoes spread over dozens of stores. I couldn’t get enough of it.
Of course I only had so much to spend.
We tried on hundreds of outfits. I was going to be fast and efficient, so I could try on as many clothes as possible. But Tracy was slow. I couldn’t stand it. She looked in the mirror for a few minutes every time she tried on a new shirt or a hat.
“Aaaah! That pink looks so good on you!” I screamed excitedly.
“You think so?” she asked.
“Of course! You should totally buy it. It will make you look even more gorgeous.”
“Well, I don’t know.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“It’s expensive,” she replied. “I don’t want to spend too much. Besides, I already have so many clothes.”
“But this thing rocks you, girl! You will be the hottest chick in school,” I said, trying to motivate her to get it. She ended up not buying it.
What was her problem? Why couldn’t she just have a little fun? Why would you have money if you’re not going to spend it? I mean, it wasn’t just once that she reacted this way. It was like that in every store. I think that, after the thousands of clothes we went through, she only bought one shirt and one skirt, and she returned the skirt right before we went home because she changed her mind. I don’t know why she was being so frugal, but
Me, on the contrary… I bought 20 different items: Awesome shoes, high heels, a yellow striped shirt and skirt, a flower for my hair, another skirt, pants, two pairs of fun socks, colorful sweaters… I forgot how many… did I say 20 items? I lost count.
Anyway, we had fun and I went home happily. I have to admit I went a little over budget, but for the next few weeks, I looked hot, and I got commends from several students that there was something about me that made me stand out. I loved it.
Entry 8: Bunch of Scam Artists
This is Tracy. I went shopping with Trish recently. I was a little worried she was going to spend too much in the first place. She often does. But I was going to watch our wallets. When she picked me up, she had this look in her eyes as if she was going to purchase the entire mall.
Well, it was up to her, but I wasn’t going to have any part of that. I had $10 to spend, and that was pushing it. Sometimes I wonder if it’s ever going to go somewhere. I am somewhat concerned about her future; is she keeps this spending pattern up, she’ll end up being broke or in debt someday.
We arrived at the mall. It was a giant mall with approximately 125 stores. I counted them as we walked through it. Some of the stores were big, others were just tiny, focusing on a smaller niche market and a specific target group. I was on to their sales tricks. They had prices with huge discounts, but I knew their tactics. They increase their price by 50% and then give you 50% off, so that you still end up paying the same amount for the item you want.
Perfume stores were like a brainwashing wave whenever we entered them. A saleswoman would come to us and let us try all kinds of different scents, only to offer us a more expensive one after that. If you subscribed to their deceptive “year plan,” you could get several discounts, but you have to commit to buy a certain amount, which I really didn’t feel like doing.
It was all just a big money-sucking conspiracy, that mall. And hey, what’s wrong with just enjoying myself by walking around and looking? Window-shopping is the best!
But we didn’t window-shop much. I was pretty annoyed with Trish’s spending spree. I thought it was irresponsible. She would fall for these sales pitches, buy impulsively, and decide too quickly. If she would have just put a little more thought into it, I am sure she would have been more satisfied with what she bought and have more of her hard-earned money in her wallet.
Entry 9: Best Friends Forever
This is Trish. We just looked at each other’s entries. I know, we promised not to, but we were too curious. We couldn’t keep it together anymore. Well, Tracy was pretty disciplined and said that we should wait and plan it out.
This is Tracy. Ha-ha! Yeah, I was keeping myself from peeking, but Trish was too eager to find out what I had written about those days when we put down our feelings.
Anyway, as we read what we wrote, we found out that we are very different, and that’s okay. I love Tracy. She is always thinking of others, and she helps me contain myself a little when I go overboard.
I am so happy with Trish. I know that I can be a little stuck in my routine sometimes, and that I think things through so much that it becomes a compulsive habit, but when I am with Trish, it helps me relax and let go a little. She is a lot of fun.
I’m not always responsible and sometimes I act on impulse; and even though I know a lot of peers admire my charisma, I don’t think about what I say all the time. Tracy helps me reflect on what I did and perfect my behavior. I am so grateful to have her as my friend. By the way, Frank went steady with some dumb, fickle chick. He can have her. We are going to stick together as friends.
Yeah, Frank… I really don’t care anymore either. He is fun to hang out with, and sometimes I still have trouble letting go, but I treasure the years we spent together as friends. I understand that he wants to move on now. But, to get back on topic, when I am a little too sensitive, I can always rely on Trish to toughen me up. She’s like a coach, a motivational speaker of some kind. And when I feel guilty that I’m having fun (it sounds horrible, but sometimes, that’s how it is), she comes with this brilliant idea of what to do and forget about all my worries. Most of all, I know that we will be BFF: Best friends forever.
With Love, xxx Trish and Tracy
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Minecraft Princess
A Minecraft Princess Diary
By Billy Miner
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Contents:
Introduction
Entry 1: This Is Me
Entry 2: The Bakery
Entry 3: Travel
Entry 4: Royal Manners
Entry 5: Dancing
Entry 6: The Dress and the Mess
Entry 7: My Dream Prince
Entry 8: A Princess at Last
Introduction
Martha is a princess, but she doesn’t know it. Her parents died and have left her with an aunt on the other side of the country. That is the place she stayed. That is the place she calls home.
But now, things have changed dramatically. The announcement that Martha is a princess has changed her view on herself, the country, and her parents. Will this clumsy girl be able to live up to the expectations of her stern, serious stepmother? Only time will tell. But in the meantime, how about you keep reading or listening to this fun, girlie Minecraft story about a princess who discovered her royal heritage?
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Entry 1: This Is Me
