This year has been such a roller coaster. Like any other year then I suppose. Because I haven't really updated this blog much, I'll try to fit in the outlines of what significant things have happened this year. 'Cause I need to be sure that what actually happened my junior year, happened. When I'm older, I need to find this again and remember. You know, reminisce or whatever. I don't even know if I want to really recollect too much about this year though. But oh well, there has to be times like that in every body's life right?
So during summer '09, I didn't do anything. I'm not allowed to go out or hang out with friends, so I just either stayed at home and watched TV, did things in my room, looked after my baby brother, went out with my family, or went to my cousins' house. Luckily, they lived nearby and I could just walk over there whenever. That's what I did. I also took walks at night sometimes and met D. He would try to come at least once a week and we would hold hands and walk and talk and kiss. I didn't have a cellphone back then so the only way I would know he was coming over was by myspace. He would message me before he left and I would tell my mother I would just go out for a walk. Then I would meet him by the back gate of the compound and we would start walking and talking, and catching up. I remember just, the smell of him. It's very dry in Las Vegas and if you're outside long enough you begin to develop this smell. Like your clothes are burning. But D, he would always smell so fantastic. I would just clutch his arm and kiss it and smell him. I don't know what it is about boys scents, but it makes me go kamikaze. D's especially. Even now whenever I see him, if I ever see him, I smell him. He would catch me and laugh, and I would end up looking like the craziest fool, but he swears it's cute.
When my Junior year started, I was a little excited. I would have a boyfriend, and I knew people. I wanted this year to be the best I had. I remember the first day wasn't that great. Being the first day everything was chaos. Everyone was wearing their most dress code pieces of clothing. I got my new classes and I remember not really loving all of them straightaway. I didn't even get to see D until about 3rd or 4th period. It was very difficult finding him, and I'm not entirely sure if he was as excited to see me as I was to see him. Those first few budding months of a relationship are confusing, don't you think? Anyway, when I did finally see him it was only for a brief moment. I saw him walking in the hallway and I remember thinking "What the hell is he wearing?" right before I attacked him with a hug. He looked like a Black Scene kid with a mohawk. Goodness, I hate scene kids. So I'm not sure how much time we spent together that moment. It wasn't very long because we had to both get to class and afterwards he would be going straight home because he only had 4 classes that year. So, that was the first time I saw him that school year.
As the semester went along we became more close. He would wait for me before school, and walk me to class, and we'd meet each other in the hallway, kiss before class started, meet in the hallway, walk together, hold hands, and before he went home he would walk me to my 5th period class and I would see him after school before he went to Football practice. Our affair became one you would remember when you looked back in the yearbook you know? We were one of those cute couples, everyone knew we were together, everyone would see us holding hands or doing the most repulsively adorable things. Like, I would sniff his neck like a dog and he would squirm away laughing. Or he would give my butt a smack and wink at me while he was walking away. This one time, I told him my legs were tired and he hoisted me up and gave me a piggyback ride to my next class. Then he just plopped me down on my seat. Luckily it was right next to the door. I swear, I could have kissed that boy forever for doing just that.
Sometimes though, we'd get a little too excited around each other. Sometimes I'd be late to class, one time we were taken to the Deans office for PDA, during my last couple of days at Eldorado I didn't go to my last of my classes of the day altogether.
During the first semester I was involved in cross country. I only ran like, 2 races because I entered the season late and left early, but I enjoyed being part of a team again. Of course, cross country isn't exactly my cup of tea. Anything involving having to run more than a mile is never my cup of tea. But I figured, this would get me in shape for track, so I joined. I think it boosted my stamina, by a little, and I made a few new friends, and got closer to some old ones. Then after a few weeks of leaving cross country, I went to soccer try outs and intramurals. I made it into the team, although I didn't stay long enough to find out which one. I'm hoping it was Varsity though. It was funny because, when they posted up first cuts my name was there at the top, in bold, in a bigger font than all the other names, and with a * next to it. It said on the bottom of the piece of paper: "*See Coach Chatman or Pentsil." I had a feeling it would be because of this boyfriend of mine. The soccer coaches have a very strict policy about boyfriends. They are not supposed to exist during the season, and I'm pretty sure both of them knew about this cute interracial couple. They would constantly give me shit whenever they saw me with him in the hallway during tryouts, saying stuff like "If you really wanna play, you can't be with him." and when Coach P gave the speech about boyfriends to the whole team he looked at me straight on. Gosh, I was so sick of everyone telling me what to do about him. D was sick of it too.
The reason why I left Eldorado was because sometime around the end of summer my Auntie caught us on one of our walks. It wasn't the smartest idea. It was the middle of the afternoon and I was at my cousins house. I texted him using my cousins phone and told him I wanted to see him. So my cousin and I , we both went outside and just sat on the curb, and I just waited for his text saying he was here. When he was, I got up and asked my cousin to come with me, but she didn't want to. She was talking to her boyfriend on the phone also, who was in The Philippines or whatever. So I said, all right, then started walking. I met him, and we walked, and we talked, and we kissed and we held hands. We stopped and just stood for a bit by this wall thing, right around the corner from my aunties house. I was hugging him because he was about to leave and then we both heard the beep of a car. I swear, my heart dropped in that second. It was my auntie, she yelled "Your mom wants you home." Then drove off.
That was the reason why I left. But I didn't leave until first semester ended.
I think I'm done with this for now. But I need to finish, for my sake.
Soo.. Later gator,
Ina