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Feb. 20th, 2009

chapter five!


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The next morning I got up early so I wouldn’t have to see my mom. I was still pretty mad but I had meant what I said; I was fed up with taking care of everything.  

Alcott High doesn’t unlock its door until ten minutes before the bell so I decided to sit outside at a table and get ahead on my English reading. After a little while I heard some one sit down and I looked up. It was Lucie, sitting across from me smiling.

“So I see you have Wexler.” She said nodding towards my book.

“Yeah. I’m actually in your class.” I said somewhat coldly, half annoyed that she was so self centered she couldn’t remember seeing me in a class of ten people and half hoping she would keep talking to me because something about her fascinated me.

“Hey, no need to get upset. I was just messing with you.” She looked at me for a second before saying “It’s awful by the way.”

“What?” I had no idea what she was talking about.

“The book. It’s like Catcher in Rye meets Lord of the Flies. Not a good mix.”

“You’ve read the book already?” This surprised me because Lucie hadn’t come off as a person who really cared enough about school to do work early.

“I read every book in the curriculum by the time I was in ninth grade.” I just stared at her.” What?” She shrugged. “I liked to read.” I noticed how she used the past tense and I added it to my growing list of questions about Lucie.

“So. Lucy. Now that is a wonderful name if I do say so myself.” She said in a pompous English accent. We both laughed. 

“Why yes it is.” I replied in the same accent “And may I just say that Lucie is simply gorgeous.” We both laughed again and I felt a tingly feeling in my stomach. I still to this day don’t know what it was about her that drew me to her but at that moment all I could think was “She likes me. She thinks I’m funny.”

As we were laughing I heard the bell ring. “Oh no!” I said jumping up. “I’m late for history and yesterday the teacher gave out a detention because a guy was two minutes late. I really have to go.” I ran across the lawn leaving Lucie behind me.

“And here are your books Mrs. Bingham.” I said sliding a stack of books across the counter. It was two days later and I was at the library. I was still working at the checkout which was just as boring as it had been three days ago. I was starting to get desperate to do something else. Everyone in library had to work the checkout at some point but they all combined it with doing other things; I was stuck at it for three hours a day. Just as I was thinking this Jan came up behind me.

“Lucie you’ve been doing a great job at the checkout but could you please reshelf all the books in the return bin?”

I nodded, just happy to get away from the checkout desk. Soon, I was back in the dark, quiet rows of the science section. It was so quiet I forgot where I was and just got into the routine of putting the books back when I heard a voice behind me.

“Lucy? Please tell me that Harrison slipped something into my drink and I’m hallucinating because you can not seriously be at the library tonight.”

I turned around and saw that it was Lucie. She was wearing a black t-shirt with a beaten up flannel shirt over top and ripped up black jeans. She looked so thoroughly out of place it that it made me laugh.

“What’s so funny?” She asked, squinting at me.

“Nothing.” I stood up. “What’s wrong with the library?”

“Its not that there is a problem with the library other than being dead boring, it’s that you are here on a Friday night.”

I shrugged. “So I’m at the library on a Friday night. So what? You’re here too.”

“Yeah I but I’m here to bust you out.”

“What? I don’t need to be busted out. I’m working.” I said moronically.

 

Lucie rolled her eyes. “Just finish what your doing Ms.Goody two shoes and meet me outside in five. I’m gonna show you what Friday night really is.”


Feb. 10th, 2009

chapter four


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chapter four

Alcott High School was like everything else in Holliston, not bad but not exceptional. So was my first day. I only saw Lucie once. It was during English class. We had just started talking about the books we would be reading during the semester when the door banged open and Lucie strolled in, looking very fresh for someone who had been up late drinking.

The teacher Mr. Wexler sighed. I expected him to tell her off for interrupting the class but he just motioned for her to take a seat. She sat down in the only empty seat open next a sophomore who was some sort of genius so he got put in senior English. Lucie smiled at him and he smiled back nervously like he wasn’t sure that she was actually smiling at him.
Then she turned around to the front of the class and said “So Mr. Wexler you gonna teach or what?”

Mr. Wexler sighed again. “Well Ms. Tate since you took this class last year you should remember that I would be much happier if you at least pretend to take notes. A pen and paper would be nice.”

Lucie didn’t move but she grinned “Ah Wexler you knew I couldn’t stay away. I just love ya to much.”

“Pen and paper please.”

“Fine” Lucie reached into her bag and extracted a beaten up notebook and pen. Mr. Wexler turned back to the board but I didn’t pay attention. So Lucie had taken this class last year? Why when she was only a junior? And why was she taking it again?

             I wondered about this for the rest of class and almost didn’t notice the bell ring. I hurried to the cafeteria to grab lunch quickly before heading off to a meeting with the head of the math department to fix a scheduling glitch that had me in freshmen math. I noticed as I waited in the cafeteria line that although I spotted a table with several people from last night neither Lucie nor the boy who she had kissed were there.

            I had a senior free last period so I was heading out to my car for my first day of work at the library when I heard yelling behind me. I turned around and saw a boy throwing a punch at another boy. When I looked more closely I saw the boy that was punching was the same boy from the night before. I didn’t want to get involved in any sort of fight so I walked the rest of the way to my car and drove away.

            “And this is where we keep the books on animals. They are organized by the name of the animal. Just the regular one not the scientific one.” Jan, the manager of the library told me. “So that’s pretty much it. Do you understand?”

            I nodded and Jan smiled. “Ok hon since it’s your first day I’m just going to start you out working at the checkout. It’s the easiest job.”

            I spent the two hours scanning books and pressing a button on the computer. It was pretty dull but like Jan said, easy. By the time I got off work at six I was glad to be going home.

            My parents weren’t back from work yet when I got home which is pretty much the norm anywhere we live. My parents are kind of workaholics so I’m pretty used to taking care of myself. But its does get annoying after seventeen years of making dinner for them and cleaning the house and doing all the stuff parents are supposed to do. I know they love work and its fun for them and I’m happy that they found something they love but when they haven’t been clothes shopping with since I was eight (They just leave the money on the table.) It starts to get ridiculous.

            But there was nothing I could do so I grabbed a packet of pasta from the cupboard and dumped it in a pot of water on the stove. Just as I went to sit down at the table to wait for the pasta to cook Moxy nudged my leg. I remembered he hadn’t been walked yet today so I grabbed his leash, put the stove on the lowest setting so the pasta wouldn’t overcook and jogged out the door as Moxy basically dragged me down the street.

“Lucy where the hell have you been?” My mother demanded as I walked through the door. She was standing with her hands on her hips still in her scrubs from work.

            “I was out walking Moxy.” I said confusedly. I had no idea why she sounded so upset.

“You left the stove on. Did you know that?”

“Yes actually I did. I left on a low setting so it wouldn’t boil over.”

“Do you have any idea how dangerous that was? Never leave the house when cooking. Honestly you are seventeen I thought you would have the common sense to know that.”

            I’m not sure why that bugged me so much. Maybe it was because she had insinuated that I was immature. But whatever the reason I found myself yelling.

“You know why I should know that? Because I have been doing the cooking in the house since I was six years old. And don’t you dare say that I’m childish or irresponsible because I basically raised myself all these years so just so you and Dad could have your careers. Sometimes I’m not even sure why you had a kid. You move me around all the time. Do you have any idea how hard it is to always be the new kid? You never think about me you always think about yourselves first.”

            My mother sat there for a second and I could feel an explosion about to happen. She has a very bad temper so when I saw her open her mouth I held up a hand and said calmly.

“I have a lot work to do. I don’t think I have time to make dinner tonight. Why don’t your try doing it yourself for once.” With that I turned and walked out of the room.

 

Feb. 5th, 2009

chapter three

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Chaper Three

I spent the next week unpacking boxes, putting stuff away and doing normal boring moving in stuff. You’d think that after all the times we moved we would have it down to an art form but no. We still had the frantic calls to the mover saying that the box of the fancy silverware was missing, only to find it ten minutes after getting off the phone. And there was always a constant stream of “Where did we put….?” Or “What box is the …..in?”

            I also spent some time exploring Holliston. It was a pretty normal looking town. Not huge but not small either. On our third day there I got a job working at the library for after school. It didn’t pay very well but it looked good for colleges so my parents were happy.

I saw some other kids around but I didn’t see Lucie. I couldn’t decide if I liked her or not. She had seemed rude but at the same time I still wanted talk to her again. I started looking for her wherever I went but I didn’t see her until the night before school started.

It was around midnight and I was sitting out on the porch enjoying the summer air and the feel of Moxy (that’s our dog btw) sitting next to me. I dozed off when I was jolted awake by laughing and shouting. I sat up and peered around. In my next door neighbors yard was a group of people. They seemed to have just been walking up the street and had stopped for some reason. After a few more seconds I realized that a girl was lying in the grass and everyone was grouped around her. A few words floated back to me.

“Aww come on babe. This isn’t fair.”

“You better get off the lawn before the sprinklers come on.”

“Dude if Mr. Marston catches us again we’re dead.”

            I could tell by their voices that the speakers were pretty wasted. Suddenly the girl leaped up and ran a few steps until she was separated from the group. She took a swig from a bottle then turned and placed a hand on her hip. I when she turned her face caught the light and I could see it was Lucie. I leaned forward so I could hear better.

“If you want it you better come and get it” She said in a teasing voice. She seemed pretty drunk herself but she didn’t seem like a regular drunken teenage girl. She was in control and she knew it.

            A boy stepped forward and approached her. He was tan with dark hair that was just a bit overgrown. He was big and muscular and about twice the size of the petite Lucie. But when he tried to pull her towards the group she resisted. When he looked down at her she reached up and kissed him. The group cat called and whistled, laughing. The boy kissed her back but when they finally broke away he reached down and threw her over his shoulder. Then laughing with a giggling Lucie over his shoulder, he continued down the street. The rest of the group ran to catch up, their laughter and chatter fading away.

chapter 2

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Chapter 2

When I came downstairs our first morning in the Holliston house and a week before my senior year started, I found my mother sitting in sea of boxes at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of instant coffee and preparing herself for the long hours of unpacking ahead.

“Where’s Dad” I asked, just as I spotted him through the window on his knees in the dirt outside.

My mother glanced out of the window as well before responding with a slight smile.

“He’s out replanting all the sunflowers from the house in Baltimore.” We both watched him for a while then my mother turned towards me.

“We don’t have any food but there’s a grocery store a couple blocks from here. Could you help me clear off this table then run to the store and get us something to eat?”

            The store turned out to be more than a few blocks away but I was to busy listening to a new band I had just discovered on the radio to notice. I spent a good half hour in the grocery store picking up everything from milk to canned spinach. (I’m not sure why we would even want canned spinach but it was on the shopping list so whatever.) I left the store piled down with so many bags I could barely carry them all. I started to feel a bag falling but as I adjusted to grab it another bag fell on the ground.

“Damm” I muttered as apples rolled all over the ground. I put all the other bags down and leaned down to pick the apples when I heard laughing. I looked up and saw a girl leaning against the side of the store smoking. She had big brown slightly bloodshot eyes, messy dyed blonde hair and was dressed in that grungy rocker style that very few people can pull off without looking unwashed and dirty but she managed to do it. In spite of all this or maybe because of it, she was gorgeous.

            After taking this all in I went back to picking up the apples and she kept leaning against the wall, smoking away and watching me. It wasn’t until I got all the apples, except one that had rolled under a car, back in the bag that she spoke.

“Are you new here? I haven’t seen you before” she said walking towards me throwing the cigarette on the ground.

“Umm yea. I just moved. I live a few blocks from here on Prudence Road”

“You going to Alcott High?” I nodded.

“So are you a…..” She paused then smiled in a slightly mocking way before saying “Freshman.”

She knew I wasn’t a freshman because I was driving but I sensed that she was trying to test me. I knew I was on the shorter side but I didn’t really mind it, which is why I laughed and said “Ha-ha no I’m actually I senior. I know I’m small so it’s an easy mistake to make so don’t feel embarrassed.” I said kindly, like I thought she genuinely made a mistake and didn’t want her to feel bad.

It didn’t faze her for a second. She laughed for a good while before holding out her hand and saying “I’m Lucie.”

“Whoa weird. My name is Lucy too…” I called after her. She had already started walking away but she turned around and called

“Well then I guess I’ll see you around Lucy.” She smiled and winked before disappearing around the corner of the building.


 

Jan. 29th, 2009

chapter one

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  chapter one
 
 
 Everyone knows the story. Its made millions of books popular and sold out tons of movies. I don’t why its appealing to so many people but it is. Not sure what story I’m talking about? Well, I’ll fill you in. Its starts with a blond cheerleader in high school. She’s dating a jock and everyone fawns over them. They are going to prom king and queen because they are the King and Queen of the high school. Sound familiar? The queen is a bitch and makes fun of freaks, geeks and weirdo’s like me. But then one of those freaks, geeks or weirdoes somehow manages to enter the Queen’s inner circle. At first they are thrilled and start to act exactly like their Queen and do some awful things. But eventually their goodness will trump everything and they will break away from the Queen and live happily ever after.

            This is not one of those stories. Sorry. When I was in middle school I watched those movies over and over and read the books countless times, trying to prepare myself for the jungle that was high school. After the first day of freshmen year I realized that all those writers and actors were liars; everything I had learned was useless. My big plans of being the Queen’s right hand girl (I decided in seventh grade that this was the best position to be in. You got to go to the parties and have all the fun without the pressure) were ruined. Without any idea what to do I faded into the background. I joined the masses of freaks, geeks and weirdoes.

My parents helped seal my fate. My dad is a college professor who decided halfway through my freshmen year that his true calling was plants and quit his teaching job to work on writing “The rare plant guide of North America.” After he wrote about all the plants in Klamath Falls he started to get antsy to discover more rare plants. So we moved to Illinois. And then after he was finished there we moved again…and again. By the time I was about to start senior year we had moved six times.

Moving so often made it kind of hard to make friends but I wasn’t unhappy. I’m not one of those girls who needs someone just to go to the bathroom. I was used to being alone and it worked for me. But when we moved to Holliston, Massachusetts so my dad could research the New England Boneset, everything changed. 

about me and the book

 Hi. My name is C.McDuff. I am a high school student and I want to be a writer. I have recently started working on a novel loosely based on my own high school expeirence. I will be posting the novel here as I work on it and I want to hear your thoughts! Please be honest and truthful. I don't care if it is bad as long as I can learn how to make my novel better. 

The working title of my novel is Double L. 

Plot summary: 
its a novel about a high school senior. She has moved around throughout her entire high school career and it a bit of a loner. She is not unhappy though and is very independent. She tends to be pretty quiet.Then she meets another girl who is the complete opposite of her. ( very wild, partys, loud and out there, friends with everyone, always speaks her mind) and the other girl pulls her out of her shell buts pulls her into her a wild life of partying and drugs.During all this she meets a boy who parties with them but has more addictive behavoir. They are very attracted to each other and they start a relationship but after a crazy night his parents send him to rehab. The girl starts realize that what she is doing is wrong and tries to stop partying but the other girl keeps pulling her back. When the boy returns from rehab he helps her stop partying and get her life back on track. The other girl gets upset and the two girls have a fight and stop being friends. But then on graduation night the party girl saves the quiet girls life and the two make up.


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