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    When We Were Young

    Story written on July 9, 2010 by Alchemy10.
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    “Tina doesn’t believe me when I tell her that I loved her from the beginning. But I did. Honest to God, I really did.”

     

    Mark welcomed my presence. Tina, not so much.

     

    “This is how you do it Marky..” I proclaimed like the older “sister” I was, sounding all-knowing and cocky. Bracing my legs, I jumped as high as I could and did a flip in the air. Usually, when I did a reckless stunt like that, I landed flat on my back. With this in mind, I prayed to the highest heavens that I’d make a spectacular landing this time around. The powers that be did not disappoint. When I landed, quite gracefully I might add, I looked at Tina and gave her my widest, cheekiest grin. “Did you see that? I did a perfect flip and landed on my feet..” I boast enthusiastically, wanting to impress her and at the same time, sully Mark in her mind by rubbing in his failure.

     

    Alas.

     

    She scoffs at my impressive feat and gives me a sneer. “Would’ve been better if you landed on your head..”

     

    Ouch.

     

    This girl was evil.

     

    I knew she was being sarcastic at that time, but there was voice at the back of my mind telling me that if that’s what she wanted from me, I would’ve happily done so in a heartbeat. Hey, maybe if I did land on my head, she’d feel bad for me and actually treat me nicely. Foolishly, I braced myself to do as I was asked. Too bad that my dad chose that moment to call me inside the house to greet a distant relative of ours. I was annoyed at Daddy then, but in hindsight, he saved me from a broken neck. Since that first meeting, Tina Kennard had robbed me of my ability to think rationally.

     

    She ignored me for the rest of the afternoon.

     

    But I wasn’t easily discouraged. It is not in my nature to be so. To give up was a sign of weakness, my father drilled that into my head. And so I persevered, and slowly but surely, after days of constant hounding, I began to wear her down. Her defenses crumbled in my hands. She and I became friends; we made quite an unlikely pair, bickering and teasing each other all the time – but somehow, it worked. We clicked. Our dynamics might’ve been different from the other kids, but our ‘cat and dog’ relationship felt natural to us. I was more than elated in this turn of events, there was a point back there where even I had doubts that we’d end up friends at all. Cause even in my dreams, my dream girl hated my guts. I lost count of the times I’d wake up annoyed and disheartened by the cruel images my brain conjures up in my sleep. Sometimes I’d wish that I had the power to march back up to heaven, slam my dysfunctional brain on the pearly white counter and demand a fucking replacement. Too bad heaven has a no return, no exchange policy. Well.. maybe unless you die. But who wanted that? Certainly not me.

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    12. Wow.. It was a long post. But am I greedy if I tell you I want more? :P Thanks much for sharing this sweet and fantastic story with us. You have portrayed Bette’s thoughts and feelings so well and articulately. Look forward to your next post ^^

    15. Nice to hacve you back with this one. I love the long postso I am already enjoying the reading before even starting reading it lol. Okay going to read now!!

    17. Thoroughly enjoyed this story. It capatured all the feelings and nuances of first love. All that one feels, the heightened feelings of joy just seeing her, being in her presence and the misery when she wouldn’t acknowledge you. Great story. Thanks for sharing and posting.

    18. Dearest Alchemy10, you always write very mesmerizing stories. Bette becomes very human, clumsy, cute but nevertheless attractive under your pen. Thank you for the entertaining story, I hope you will continue to spin more tales.

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