STUPID BARBIE!

Hello out there. I apologize for my lack of activity but i just cant seem to get my life together therefore no time to write or anything of this fashion. anyway tonight is going to be short i just wanted to say hi that im alive and care about you guys and i thank you for caring about me in return.

i decided today that i am going to print all of my creative writing works and put them in a type of scrap book before i do anything towards a book. it will be tangible and hopefully encouraging. anyway so as i do that i would love to share some of them with you guys. some of them are very deep and important to me. those are for another day. today this is a short story um it was for my creative writing class. you might not get it and its kinda weird but thats what we were stretchin for. its about a girl hating her brothers pretty girlfriend. it places in the 50's so here ya go! oh! and it 6 pages long so if you dont have the time its ok. or the desire that too. its called STUPID BARBIE.

April 7, 1959

Stupid Barbie. Who looks like that anyways? Sure as heck not me. Tall and skinny was farthest from my rap sheet. I’m a fream, you better get with the skinny fast Jack before I sock you good. It means farthest from a Dolly. I’m tough or just plain ugly. Stupid girls walk around in their penny loafers and high waisted skirts like they’re top dog. One of these days I’m going to show ’em. I swear this damn doll was modeled right after Suzy Albright. Perfect blonde hair and white teeth, she is the only person that even has boobs yet so of course all the guys love her. I’m graced with spotty skin and braces which is not uncommon among my 15 year old peers. I’m flat chested with a fair complexion and brown hair. I’m hardly average.

Even the teachers play up the difference Diary, Suzy sits in the middle of the classroom flanked and flocked by boys and I’m in the back left corner. My desk is grody and the farthest thing from fat city. The only things I have that she doesn’t are my high status parents, and this window. My window is the best in the house; it overlooks half of town and the lake. From here I can see the whole world, shed light on my own, or even block it all out.

April 8, 1959

I saw her today from my window playing a game of backseat bingo with Mr. Fisch, our math teacher.  It’s not her fault this girl is fast. Her daddy left her and she’s had used her looks to get by ever since her mom started collecting boyfriends like they were postage stamps. Luckily for her, we live in a town where the secrets are softly whispered. I don’t think anyone knows the things I do, but even if they did, they wouldn’t take the time to talk to me about it. Even if I was the only person alive still they wouldn’t talk to me about it. So instead I just take interest alone, in my window.  And that is what puts me where I am now; in my window. Diary, I don’t know how much more of this I can take. She is so radioactive and I am such a goon.

April 10, 1959

We used to be friends you know. It was mainly because her older sister dated my older brother, but we used to hang out every day. We had a bake sale together once and even a lemonade stand. It was hot business that day. I invited her to sleep over one day and she came and we stayed up all night watching movies and eating ice cream. We even made each other bracelets. That was only two years ago, but when her sister had the accident everything sort of stopped.

One night my brother and her out on the town to see the movie “Ben Hur,” after they got out, they saw some of her friends in an ice cream parlor across the street. My brother Tommy didn’t feel like going in but he did anyway to make is girl happy. I guess they sat down and talked about the movie when her friends said they were going out to play chicken on the back roads. Her sister was so fractured with this idea she nearly fainted. Tommy wasn’t having it. He told her to cool her jets because they were going home. He told me that she called him a stick in the mud and said that she was leaving with her friends. There was nothing he could do but let her leave so he dove home. No longer than two hours later, there was a knock at our door. It was the heat and they were here for Tommy. You can about imagine the shock to our family when he was taken down town. After he told them about his date with his girl they told him why he had been brought down there…she was missing. A few people had said they saw the two fighting at the parlor and thought Tommy had done something against her after he’d left. They took down his name and told him not to go anywhere, because he was facing a kidnapping charge. By the time my parents and I got there the paperwork was already being filled out. My brother, a criminal, right here in Alabama; to say the least he was about to be cut out of our lives and thrown in the slammer if we didn’t think fast. That rich white kid wouldn’t last all but three days there without being totaled. Later on Tommy had been set free; there was no evidence, but they never found the girl. Everyone looks at us a little crooked lately, but I suppose that’s what happens when life hands your peaches.

April 14, 1959

I swear that stupid Barbie is trying to rattle my cage at school. She is always throwing soda down right before I step so that I’ll fall. One time she even threw my books down the stairs. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT DIARY! She gets away with it too. “Oh poor Suzy, she doesn’t have anyone to turn to.” That’s all they say. I reckon the whole town blames my family for her being so loose, but whose fault is it Diary? It’s the luck of the draw out here and while her hand is all clubs, mines speckled with diamonds. Heck I may not be the prettiest around but that stupid dolly can’t ruin my life forever. My dad said that when I graduate he’s going to send me to college. I want to be a teacher. I think that one day she’ll grow out of it; you know you can’t always be a cool cat.

            April 17, 1959

SHE’S GONE, DIARY! I don’t know where she went but someone says she got knocked up by Mr. Fisch, and she went to a home for girls. Someone else said she is missing just like her sister. I also heard that they ran away together to get away from her mom. Whatever it is there is nothing to stop me now from being the coolest cat on the block. Soon maybe I’ll even be sitting in the middle desk. You never know Diary, you really never know. I could be the next big show. I won’t have to be fast like her but I’ll just coast into her old spot. Maybe I’ll even get her locker. I just want someone to see me for once. Maybe someone will even talk to me and now that she is gone I will be the next dolly. I’m going to need a new skirt.

April 19, 1959

I was wrong Diary, no new desk, no new locker, and the closest I came to being the scene was when I tripped on an apple core. I really thought I’d be able to get it Diary, her place I mean, that’s all I really wanted. She took it from my sister who took it from my brother and that’s why I took his girl.

            She always wore his sweater that he got from football, he was on varsity. I wanted it so bad. She never respected my brother anyway she was even when they were going steady I could see her down the street with her dirty friends. After that they got in a fight and Tommy left, I went to grab an ice cream from the parlor and saw her in the bathroom. She was upset about the fight so I told her I knew how she could make it up and to meet me in the field behind my house.

            When she got there it was late and I told her Tommy was on his way. As she waited she played with some string connected to a button on his sweater and I asked her why she wanted to be with my brother. She gave me this sap story about their life together and talked to me like a little kid I was done with it. My size was in my favor this time as we fought and I pushed her down, the problem only occurred when she hit her head on a rock and didn’t recoil. She was down for the count. I took the sweater and ran back to the shed. I grabbed a shovel and old coal, I saw in this movie once if you burry a body with coal, dogs can’t smell it; so that’s exactly what I did. My brother graduated and moved away to college so I thought it was my turn to shine until Suzy’s rack came into the picture. Everyone liked her now especially considering the impeccable resemblance to the newly debuted Barbie doll.

            It wasn’t fair Diary. It was my turn to shine. I earned the sun and I was about to grab it. Suzy was trash anyway. I worked so hard to put everything in place the way it should be and then when it came around to me it just passed on by. You don’t think I was about to let her have my spotlight do you? Really come one. How hard could it all be anyway? I can see the whole world out of my window you know, but luckily that night the whole world wouldn’t see me.