8: flight day

            I'm at Midway Airport. Waiting. Not in security, not a line, not on the plane. But waiting for the plane to crash. I'm freaking out. Last time we flew into Colorado, the turbulence was so bad, we fell about half way down when we were landing. Do you know what its like to litterly FALL in an airplane? Your heart is in your neck. And you are clutching your mom to keep from vomiting or passing out (well, thats just in my case) then, seconds later, you hit (not land, hit) the ground. Our piloet did not do a gradual landing, he LANDED. As in he did a controlled drop to the ground. Fun right? So, as you can tell, I did not want to be on this plane, flying into denver.

          About two hours later, we were infront of the United States Air Force Academy base's chapel. It was so beautiful and surreal even though it was my 4th time seeing it. My moms anxious words interupted my thoughts. "wheres Bookie? OH MY GOSH, there he is!!!" When I turned I saw Bookie walking towards us. I simpally could not beleive my eyes. His hair, was gone, his clothes, gone. WEll, he had clothes but not his normal ones. These, were Camo. With out thinking I ran towards him. He actually had a smile on his face. I was running as fast as I could toward my unknown best friend, tears falling down my face. My shoe hit a rock and I tripped, but he was there to catch me, finally. I  was embraced in his muscular arms wrapped tightly around me. That part of me that was missing and hollow those terrible four months, I finally had that part of me back. I looked at his face finally fresh in my brain, and I was happy. I had never been a true happy over that sad and longing time. A fake happy, yes. True happy? no.  I was finally complete. I had a best friend and a brother back. But only untill parents weekend was over.

         Ever sense first grade, I have been afraid that this would happen, Bookie being in the Military. Almost every day I hoped that this wouldnt happen. Just the thought would bring me to tears. And then, the day he CHOSE to do this, I suddenly realized that this brother that I always "hated", was my best friend. With a blink of an eye, he was gone. For those four months, he was training in dirt, grit, and sicknesses. With no communication what so ever. Four months of me being, lonely, sad, not being able to sleep. Worring if he was alright, heak, why does my mom think I could behave perfectly? I was suffering too. She thought she was the only one. She thought she COULD be the only one that was sad and afraid. So I had to hide my emotions on top of that. She complained how she was "soo desperate, and sad. oh yeah, yeah, livs fine. whater about her back to talking about me."  Why did my family have to suffer those four months? Becuase MY brother, was serving YOUR country

~OJ

7: first day of seventh grade/second

              We start off here the same way every year: not having one clue what to do. My social Studies teacher was SUPER hot. Lacks jaw definition though...To be honest, there's not much to say here on the first day so I'm not going to pretend that my new, huge Jr.High school is actually interesting. But, there is one part of the second day that made my heart leap to my throat. Gerald. The first time I saw him after four months. (that's how long Bookie has been gone. Bookies my brother.) I was walking to math when Victoria said "omigosh!!! look! Gerald!" I turned and only saw his ratty old Phiton necklace, the bacl of his shaved blonde head, towering over everyone else. My heart jumped and melted at the same time. I froze. WEll, now I remember why I like him.

             I missed the 3rd, 4th, and 5th day of school to go see Bookie for the first time since June. It was September. Can't wait to wright about that one....


~OJ

6: forgoten times... lets start clear.

                Now,  I'm sure you all can forgive me, but new times are starting. At the rate I'm going, I will forget all the currwnt Blogs ideas at hand, then I will be at a dead end. Sorry if you were looking forward to my 6th grade tales but, hey aren't they just "ooh, this idiot asked out this brat. OMIGOSH!!!!" blah. So, lets start fresh. Zoom to 7th grade. Here we go... again.

~OJ

p.s. At least you already know about me.... :) right?!

5: first day of 6th PART TWO

                perfect! I scored a seat next to Lils, and across from Kris. She was in my class last year. Some girl was next to me across the isle. She as wearing a wierd cut up shirt. I bet thats Victoria I thought "Alright, class! Now that you have your seats, please sit on them." Mrs. W said. "what the...." Lils whispered to nobody but herself. But, hey, you gotta do, what you gotta do.  I hoisted my self up on my seat, one of my loose flats falling of. As I jumped down to get it, I TOTALLY flashed someone. Thank god the only one behind me was not paying attention. Why did I choose to wear a skirt? I got back on my desk (with my shoe on). Lils and I were whispering the whole time. There were some pretty funny kids in our class.

             Lils and I were swinging our feet back and forth while giggling along with the class. Then, out of nowhere,one of my loose flats flew off into the air and hit the hottest dude I have ever seen in the face. crap I could feel my face burning up. Everyone strarted cracking up. I awkwardly got down and grapped my shoe. "Who did that?!" Mrs. W asked. "sorry..." I answered, trying to hold back my laughs and embrassment at the same time. That just started everyone else up again. Even that kid I hit was laughing now.


               Later that morning we were sharing our names and one thing about us. That guy I hit in the face with my shoe went first. "Hi, my name is Gerald [Jahr-ald] and I like the Titans." he was so cute! I think I might have a crush on him I thought. "Nice to meet you Gerald. Now pick whos next.: Mrs.Wsaid. "okay, umm..." he scanned the room, I knew he was going to throw it to one of his popular guy friends. Or his crush. then, he threw it to me. "omi god, he totes likes you" Lils whispered. I wasnt listening. I was busy freaking out

~OJ

4: first day of 6th

     Boom, boom, boom. No that was NOT my heart beating uncontrolibly because of my nerves. THAT was Party Rock blaring through the speakers. okay, maybe it was my heart. But what can you say? It was the first day of SIXTH GRADE. Big deal here! I stepped out of my car say the usual good-bye stuff to my mom. "and OJ? please remember to wait for sahr. She's your ride, I have to work. K?" "yes, mom" I said in auto-tune. "have a great day, OJ."

     As I ran up the sidewalk to class, I thought about the people in my class. Lils was in it, but Ella was too. Ella is a jerk. She thinks she's popular. Thinks. But there was alot of people I didnt know. Gerald, Jake, Kat. Oh! And my rich BFF Madison said some girl named Beckky was a b-word. Though of coarse, she actually said the word.


to be continued...

Sorry Fellas. Time to go to bed. But you will hear more of  my fantastic tales tomorrow... and that one involves a guy... :)

~OJ

3: orrentation, 6th grade PART TWO

                   After trudging through the halls and having to constently stop to re-greet old teachers, we finally found my room. My class room that is. My bedroom was not in the school. Anywho. Both my teachers were young cute and happy blondes. Mrs. W and Mrs. Rooseborg.  My greetings were nice, Mrs. W even said "your so cute!". I get that alot. But I don't seem to beleive it. 

                That's really all that happed that day. I'm sorry I had to use to posts. Thanks for reading!


~OJ

2: orentation, 6th grade

        
               I hopped out of my dads huge (and disorganized) tahoe worktruck. I was wearing a green layered skirt with a tight tanktop, a flowy shirt that said 'peace' and sparkly flats. I was nervous. And as my dad got out of the car I was already haeding towards the main road to get to school. Of coarse, dad was on the phone. ANOTHER work call. (owning 3 companys, he was busy).

          Only a few minuetes later, we were very close to school. All of a sudden my heart jumped. There was a popular. She was pretty, witty and part of Kell's group. Her name was Jules. I was one of the few people that realized that they really weren't nice, and they only cared about boys. But for some reason, all the the boys did end up liking them. Then, suddenly, my dad STOPPED TO TALK TO HER AND HER MOM. After simple chit chat and basic "do you two know each other?" we finally left. Turns out Jules mom was a client of dads.


to be continued...
(sorry, my pinkie toenail just fell of and my cat is licking my pizza. Gotta run)

~OJ