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TITLE: A New Year By becca rooks 02/28/06 |
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“Oh, what a glorious morning!” She thought aloud as she sprang out of her tangled sheets, smile bright as the sun, spread from ear to ear. Her entire posture just radiated joy and suppressed energy. Today was a day long anticipated and prepared for, and was so filled with promise and excitement she could barely contain herself. It was the first day of school! Finally, as a new freshman, highschool status had been achieved. Wasn’t this supposed to be the beginning of real life? There would be dances, and more freedom, and maybe a highschool sweetheart?
So many of her friends behaved as though this day was gonna signify doom. They were nervous about everything! What if they got lost? Or if their classes were too hard? There was an abundant amount of looming dread at the thought that teachers would be maniacal drill sergeants with completely unreasonable expectations. After all, this was highschool, right?
Fortunately Michelle found all these worries quite bothersome and couldn’t begin to entertain even one of her friends’ fear for even one second. She didn’t have time.
There was just so much to do. Outfits coordinated, pressed and set out. Accessories contemplated, discarded, re-examined, and eventually approved. Her new hairstyle required a lot more attention, so getting up at the crack of dawn was definitely required. After having accomplished her list of decided preparation, Michelle felt confident and determined to get a good nights rest, after having surveyed her works, she fell into bed with a contented sigh.
Now was the time for her fruits of labor to be appreciated, cause it made panicked flurry unnecessary. While everyone else was in their homes probably running around like chickens with their heads cut off, bemoaning their lack of organization, Michelle was calmly eating a tasty, and more importantly fortifying, breakfast of light fluffy scrambled eggs, accompanied by aromatic freshly squeezed orange juice. Assured of energy and mental clarity for the day, she resolutely marched up to her room to get dressed for this much longed for day.
Ch. 1 ?
Parents were both well-respected physicians who met and married at med school. Love at first sight.
Life had been blessed, charmed if you will. Things had always gone quite easily for name. Here parents were always kind and loving, providing 2nd nature affection, but were also firm when need be. They took care of everything, expecting only the most reasonable amount of help from their one and only daughter. They’d always wanted more children, but they were quite content with the wonderful one they did have. They doted upon name, but her sweet disposition had deterred any spoiled-rotten-brat-only-child syndrome from coming about. There were rules, of course, but they almost never had to be enforced. The dreaded teenage rebellion had yet to rear its ugly head, and there was no indication to intimate that it ever would.
So, life was great. Name had a most pleasing home life, the requisite “best friend,” ballet and music lessons, and she truly enjoyed attending school, without being obsessed by her academic achievements. She was shelter, protected, and loved. A girl couldn’t ask for more. But she did. She yearned for that special someone, the one to whom she could share everything that made up who she was with. Complete and total intimacy, spiritually and emotionally, and of course, physically but not until marriage, just like the Lord taught in His words of truth. The two become one.
And like all things she wanted, she decided to go at it with a tenacity that would be envied by warriors. No just sitting around, simpering, waiting for something to fall into lap, plop, like leftover spaghetti. If it was going to be great, epic, true love, then it would have to be something worth effort and time and planning. “I want hot, cheesy lasagna, not some congealed mass of cold, limp noodles. No siree, not for me.!” She thought, with an emphatic nod, resolutely thudding her fist into her palm.
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