8.9

Sorry, Marvin, I have no guesses!!!



Blogophilia Week 8.9 Topic:
Shadows of Light

Two Points:
Include an Aphrodisiac

One Point:
Include Silver Bells

Bonus Pic:

The Polar Express?  What?  I'm not very good at this!

To catch up:

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3

Chapter 4:

"What?"  Cristi begins.  "Don't tell me you've never had a guy into you before."

"I've been homeschooled," I answer honestly with her.  "I wouldn't even know how to tell if a guy is into me.  Besides, I have other plans, and a guy is just not on my list."

"You have a list?"  She asks.  "Like a bucket list."  There's that word again.  "I thought only old people did those things."

"And very young people who have trouble focusing, and need a list to create in order to fulfill their dreams," I interject.

"Hmm, yeah.  I guess I never thought of it that way.  How long have you been making a list?"

"Since I've been homeschooled," I answer.  I really don't know how else to answer that.  I just woke up one day, and decided that a list needed to be made.

"So, then, tell me," she pauses.  "What's first on your list?"

I go to speak when she interrupts.  "Oh, my God!  That is so rude of me!  I don't know why I even asked that.  It's none of my business at all."

"It's okay.  It's not that big of a deal.  The first thing on my list is to live my life like any normal teenager would.  I want to experience the high school life.  That means dances and after school programs.  Today I was thinking about trying out for the cheerleading team."

"Oh my! That sounds so cool!  I've never thought about doing something like that before.  Do you mind if I try out with you?"

I shrug.  "Sure."  I look at my schedule.  "I have Chemistry in room two twenty-four, do you know where that is?"

"Yes," she seems sad.  "It's just three doors down, to the right.  I have to make up some algebra classes, and I think this is where we part ways.  What period do you have lunch?"

I look at my schedule.  "Um, I am free fifth period."

"Okay then I'll see you in the cafeteria."

"Sounds good," I say.

We part ways, and just before I reach the door to the classroom, I hear someone mention the word aphrodisiac.  That's a rather strange word for someone to say.  I don't want to look to see who's talking, but I can't help myself.  I can feel someone staring at me again.  Please don't let it be Xander.

I look up, and it is him.  I wonder how much he heard me say to his sister.  Our eyes lock for a brief moment.  But in that brief moment, it felt like an eternity.  I stared right into his blue-green eyes.  I didn't notice that this morning on my jog.  Then again, it was still dark out when I went jogging.

I go to hand my teacher my schedule.  She looks at it and smiles at me.  "Welcome to the class, Kalura.  Is there a nickname you go by?"

I guess Kalura is just so strange, people feel funny saying it.  I can't tell you how many times I've had to explain my name to people.  Who knew a name with six-letters, and three syllables, would be so confusing?

I smile back at her.  "Some call me Kallie with a K," I reply.

"Welcome to our school, Kallie.  Have a seat, and we'll begin when the bell rings."

The school bell rings and sounds like there's a guy in a Santa suit, jingling silver bells.  It's kind of a funny sound.  I don't know if I should go to class, or to find Santa to donate money.  I shrug it off once I notice the lights are out and we're about to watch a scientific movie on chemistry.

The only shadows of light I see are coming from the movie screen, and the window.  I take out my notebook from my backpack to write some notes on what is being said in the movie.  That is how I learn the best.

The documentary is comparing chemistry to people.  In some cases, while people are opposite, they tend to attract each other--and in other cases, they tend to be the polar opposites, much like magnets, or chemicals you combine.  The right chemicals will create something beautiful, and the wrong ones could possibly burst.

I don't really know that much about life.  To me, this is all just the beginning.

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DJ