"Marie, I've come to a conclusion. It may not be my best yet, but god damnit anyway, it's a helluva one."
She burst into the room clutching a pink porcelain mug, spilling lukewarm quadruple creamed coffee all over my new shag carpet. If my day was getting any worse, I knew this wouldn't be the end of it.
"Well what is it sweet cheeks?"
"I think Thomas is dating a tranny"
"Sweetheart, I've got ballroom dancing at twelve, if you wanna go into a spiel over who did who, I'm not hearing any of it."
I mulled it over, and decided not to say anything.
Marie was a woman with power. Dark raven hair; always in an updo, pseudo hot pink polish on her nails, and walked with as much class as a six-figure-a-year business man. Too bad she didn't have the grace to get away with anything.
I lay on my back and pick at the stucco wall behind my headboard. Marie put on a Beatles record and dressed in the most teeny bopper dress a teenage girl could buy.
"Stop living in the past" I said.
"Esmee, honey, I am the past."
I rolled my eyes.
"Whatever that means."
She danced in my room for 15 minutes before realizing it was already 11:46 and then quickly hopped in the 1969 Pontiac Firebird inherited from her father and skidded down the street to ballroom dancing.
I lit a camel and let the heat of my bedsheets embrace me. I hated summer. But when summer was over I hated fall, and then winter and spring thereafter. The only place I ever got a perfect balance was when I had the AC to myself, but Marie says she prefers things "steamy" in bed after a long night of mistakes, just so she can make one more and sweat it off the next morning.
"Hey Jude, don't make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better."
Oh, John Lennon, if only you weren't a commercially-successful activist. Then, I could actually agree with you.
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Handmade with Love
Teen FictionSometimes in life we need to take things as they are given to us. Whether it be tragedy or reward, Esmee will not let her failures exceed the future. 'Handmade with Love' is a story of true friendship and a proof to all those who are looking for a l...