Post by Charice on Apr 4, 2006 5:20:43 GMT -5
Chapter 1: The Dream
Hi, I’m Maxine. This is an autobiography about my life, but more importantly what has happened in it. More about that later though, I’m 13 right now, and chilling with my best friend Meckenzie. We have been doing homework for hours! (Ok, mostly doing homework there was a bit of chatting in there.)
Mackenzie was the most beautiful person I’d ever seen, (no wonder she had all the boys running after her) she had a complexion like melted milk chocolate, and her hair was jet black down to her waist and had blonde highlites. She was wearing a sea blue tube top, a denim mini skirt bright almost hot pink lip stick and blue eye shadow with huge golden hoop earings. She sat draped casually on the bed quizzing me for a test in history. In contrast to her dolled up features, I looked much like something that had been run over… twice. My skin was the color of macoroni. My chesnut colored hair, was shoulder length, wet, and smelled of soap. I was fresh out of the shower having just played in (and won I might add) a basketball game that brought us into the reginals. I was wearing a black hooded sweatshirt that in big red letters said: I don’t remember asking you to bore me. And some baggy jeans of my brother’s (shhh don’t tell him he’d freak!) And as for make-up, HA! I laugh at you! What a waste of time! My nails were clean and bitten short (a nasty habbit I know) I had my eyes closed in frusteration, who cared about the boston tea party!
“Max, do you have a watch on? What time is it?” Mackenzie asked in her voice that sounded like a golden finch’s after a long winter.
“A little past six thirty.” I replied not looking up from my notes.
“Oh shoot! Mom’s going to kill me, I have to get home to my sister’s birthday party!” She started scrambling around looking for her books (but she hadn’t brought any, she hasn’t even opened them and it was April!)
You see Mackenzie has a lot of siblings, in order there is Montana who’s 7, Makayla and Marlice, they’re 9 and twins, Mel who’s 13, Mackenzie is 14, her dad is Marlin, and her mom is Main. It’s funny because they’re all “M.” My family is nothing special. There’s just my mom Debbie, my brother Joe he is 15 (though I’m still waiting for blood tests to conform we are related!), my uncle lives with us too, his name is Darrel, then there are my two cousins Jake who’s 16, and Jeremy who’s 12, they’re practically my brothers! My dad died he was in the F.B.I. and he got shot in a drug deal.
. . .
“Hey mom…can I invite my friends over?” asked Mackenzie.
“Sure!” “Just try to get them to eat some cake, it’s going to mold! I don’t know why Montana’s friends didn’t eat more.” complained Maine.
“You made it low fat carrot cake,” Mackenzie thought but wouldn’t say. “Thanks mom!”
30 seconds later I had just ran over there
“I have something great to tell you!” I yelled jumping up and down like a ping pong ball. “Joe’s going over to Nevada where there’s a military school he applied they let him in, but it’s too expensive. So I applied for him, for a full scholarship he starts next week!” Joe loved the air force he hoped to be a pilot someday only problem was he had a faulty lung and the boarding school provided some great opportunities for him.
. . .
It was Monday night Joe had just bean told that he won and this was his reaction:
“I won I won I didn’t enter but I won what did I win this beautiful scholarship oh somebody pinch me owwwwww! I said pinch me not kick me you stupid sister I mean lovable beautiful sister who entered me.”
“Oh shut up you big chunk of lard, I only entered you so that you would leave!” I yelled at him, while my stomache was leaping around at the thought of him leaving, he was exactly like my father always looking for trouble and dragging me along with him. I couldn’t have been happier.
“Yes ma’am”
“Hey mom this will be really funny watch, Joe dance!” I laughed.
“What!?”
“I said dance and sing while you’re at it!”
“Ok ummm…”
So he actually danced! he started doing the cha-cha while singing something he made up to the tune of oh give me a home “I wooon the scholarship tooo militaaaary schoooolll I wonnnnnn theeeeeeeeee schoooolarshiiip I will spare you the rest but it was very funny!”
“You leave in one week, oh Jake Jeremy you’re going too.” I said as nochalontly as I could.
“Cool!”
1 week later the boys were already gone
Mackenzie had spent the night, because we were going to the movies tomorrow. Then we were going to my grandparents house to help with the horses and calves.
“Hey, you guys wake up! Wake up Mackenzie, wake up Maxine.” Said my mother. My mom was very pretty, she had a sun-tanned face COMPLETELY covered in freckles! She did wear make-up sometimes, but only blush and lip-stick. Mom was also realy tall, like six feet! With red curly hair that even when it wasn’t brushed fell in loose ringlets around her face and down to the small of her back. While she always complained about being fat, I didn’t see it maybe a teensy bit, but not much! Then onto her best physical feature, mom’s eyes! I guess you could call them hazel, but they were so much more than that, the iris started out teddy bear brown, and then in little dimonds slowly merged to a pine green. It wasn’t the way they looked, but if you looked into her eyes you got this tingling in your stomache that rose up to your throat and was warm like honey! I used to believe she was an angel, because if you were hurt and looked at her eyes you just knew everything was going to be fine. I guess it’s her gift. Personally I believe that everyone has a gift: her’s is those eyes Mackenzie’s is the fact that even when she is being a total jerk you can’t get mad at her! (It’s really quite infuriating!) My brother can teach absoloutly anything to little kids and they understand, (he could probably teach a four year old algebra! Or calculis!) Me, well, I can talk to animals. Not really talk but almost read there minds and them mine. My great grandpa had heeling hands, wether it was a cat scratch or a dead rose, all he had to do was touch it and it would come back to life! Well you get the picture.
“So, what happened while I was gone?” Mom asked (she works nights.)
“We partied at a 21 and over club till six in the morning, then went home with two really cute guys.” I said matter-of-factly.
“No, miss Debbie I promise we didn’t!” Cried Mackenzie growing alarmed.
“That’s ok, she was just joking, and if she wasn’t I hope you got there numbers! Well get up.” Mom said light-heardely, obviously she had had a good night at work!
When we were done at the movies and at the farm, it was the perfect Saturday evening. The sun was setting, making orange and pink clouds look like precious stones waiting to be picked. It was perfect. Me and Mackenzie took the bus back to my place, by now it was dark and she’s afraid of the dark so I walked her home.
“Ok than, see yeah on Friday we’re still on for camping right?” I asked completely enthused at the idea of camping with the whole stables.
“Yeah.”
. . .
“Is that the last of the bags?” Asked Shannon our riding instructor
“Yup,” I said.
“Are all the horses loaded up?” She asked running through the check-list in her mind.
“Uh-hu.” Replied Mackenzie.
“Who, what’s that? Close the door to the…trailer. Everybody calm down, get under cover there might be an aftershock!” A panicked Shannon shriecked after the earth was done shaking from a 3.9.
“Check on the horses they might be hurt!” I envisioned my favorite horse a 2 year old Arab/thoroughbred/saddlebred/ colt named Raisen’s cookie with a bruised hock or a broken something and was scared to death for my baby.
“Where’s the sun it’s like pitch dark?” Mackenzie asked.
“My watch isn’t working!” Complained an older rider named Steave.
“Neither is the radio!” Screamed Kitty an eight-year-old little girl.
“Ok everyone into the indoor arena slowly. Maxine you come with me Steave Mackenzie make sure everyone is here and ok!” Ordered Shannon.
“Alright, where are we going, Shannon?” I asked.
“To get some flashlights and check on the horses that weren’t going with. Feel your way around carefully.” Shannon replied.
“Hey the flashlights aren’t working…” I said.
. . .
“Hey Raisin wake up it’s time to go camping! Ashley Raisin won’t come out of his stall.” Mackenzie complained to me.
“Let me see, leave me alone with him.” I ordered.
“Um, ok I guess.”
“Hey, Raisin what’s up? (remember I can talk to animals)…wow that was a bad dream wasn’t it’s ok though it’s over.” Once he had told me his dream after a couple of pats he was ready to come out. “Here you can load him up now.”
“Wow how did you get him to come out?!” Mackenzie marvled.
“I just have a gift I guess?” I said, trying to shrug it off well Mackenzie snickered at my last comment.
“Is that the last of the bags?” Asked Shannon our riding instructor
“Yup,” I said.
“Are all the horses loaded up?” She asked running through the check-list in her mind.
“Uh-hu.” Replied Mackenzie.
“Who, what’s that? Close the door to the…trailer. Everybody calm down, get under cover there might be an aftershock!” A panicked Shannon shriecked after the earth was done shaking from a 3.9.
“Check on the horses they might be hurt!” I envisioned my favorite horse a 2 year old Arab/thoroughbred/saddlebred/ colt named Raisen’s cookie with a bruised hock or a broken something and was scared to death for my baby.
“Where’s the sun it’s like pitch dark?” Mackenzie asked.
“My watch isn’t working!” Complained an older rider named Steave.
“Neither is the radio!” Screamed Kitty an eight-year-old little girl.
“Ok everyone into the indoor arena slowly. Maxine you come with me Steave Mackenzie make sure everyone is here and ok!” Ordered Shannon.
“Alright, where are we going, Shannon?” I asked.
“To get some flashlights and check on the horses that weren’t going with. Feel your way around carefully.” Shannon replied.
“Hey the flashlights aren’t working…” I said.
Hi, I’m Maxine. This is an autobiography about my life, but more importantly what has happened in it. More about that later though, I’m 13 right now, and chilling with my best friend Meckenzie. We have been doing homework for hours! (Ok, mostly doing homework there was a bit of chatting in there.)
Mackenzie was the most beautiful person I’d ever seen, (no wonder she had all the boys running after her) she had a complexion like melted milk chocolate, and her hair was jet black down to her waist and had blonde highlites. She was wearing a sea blue tube top, a denim mini skirt bright almost hot pink lip stick and blue eye shadow with huge golden hoop earings. She sat draped casually on the bed quizzing me for a test in history. In contrast to her dolled up features, I looked much like something that had been run over… twice. My skin was the color of macoroni. My chesnut colored hair, was shoulder length, wet, and smelled of soap. I was fresh out of the shower having just played in (and won I might add) a basketball game that brought us into the reginals. I was wearing a black hooded sweatshirt that in big red letters said: I don’t remember asking you to bore me. And some baggy jeans of my brother’s (shhh don’t tell him he’d freak!) And as for make-up, HA! I laugh at you! What a waste of time! My nails were clean and bitten short (a nasty habbit I know) I had my eyes closed in frusteration, who cared about the boston tea party!
“Max, do you have a watch on? What time is it?” Mackenzie asked in her voice that sounded like a golden finch’s after a long winter.
“A little past six thirty.” I replied not looking up from my notes.
“Oh shoot! Mom’s going to kill me, I have to get home to my sister’s birthday party!” She started scrambling around looking for her books (but she hadn’t brought any, she hasn’t even opened them and it was April!)
You see Mackenzie has a lot of siblings, in order there is Montana who’s 7, Makayla and Marlice, they’re 9 and twins, Mel who’s 13, Mackenzie is 14, her dad is Marlin, and her mom is Main. It’s funny because they’re all “M.” My family is nothing special. There’s just my mom Debbie, my brother Joe he is 15 (though I’m still waiting for blood tests to conform we are related!), my uncle lives with us too, his name is Darrel, then there are my two cousins Jake who’s 16, and Jeremy who’s 12, they’re practically my brothers! My dad died he was in the F.B.I. and he got shot in a drug deal.
. . .
“Hey mom…can I invite my friends over?” asked Mackenzie.
“Sure!” “Just try to get them to eat some cake, it’s going to mold! I don’t know why Montana’s friends didn’t eat more.” complained Maine.
“You made it low fat carrot cake,” Mackenzie thought but wouldn’t say. “Thanks mom!”
30 seconds later I had just ran over there
“I have something great to tell you!” I yelled jumping up and down like a ping pong ball. “Joe’s going over to Nevada where there’s a military school he applied they let him in, but it’s too expensive. So I applied for him, for a full scholarship he starts next week!” Joe loved the air force he hoped to be a pilot someday only problem was he had a faulty lung and the boarding school provided some great opportunities for him.
. . .
It was Monday night Joe had just bean told that he won and this was his reaction:
“I won I won I didn’t enter but I won what did I win this beautiful scholarship oh somebody pinch me owwwwww! I said pinch me not kick me you stupid sister I mean lovable beautiful sister who entered me.”
“Oh shut up you big chunk of lard, I only entered you so that you would leave!” I yelled at him, while my stomache was leaping around at the thought of him leaving, he was exactly like my father always looking for trouble and dragging me along with him. I couldn’t have been happier.
“Yes ma’am”
“Hey mom this will be really funny watch, Joe dance!” I laughed.
“What!?”
“I said dance and sing while you’re at it!”
“Ok ummm…”
So he actually danced! he started doing the cha-cha while singing something he made up to the tune of oh give me a home “I wooon the scholarship tooo militaaaary schoooolll I wonnnnnn theeeeeeeeee schoooolarshiiip I will spare you the rest but it was very funny!”
“You leave in one week, oh Jake Jeremy you’re going too.” I said as nochalontly as I could.
“Cool!”
1 week later the boys were already gone
Mackenzie had spent the night, because we were going to the movies tomorrow. Then we were going to my grandparents house to help with the horses and calves.
“Hey, you guys wake up! Wake up Mackenzie, wake up Maxine.” Said my mother. My mom was very pretty, she had a sun-tanned face COMPLETELY covered in freckles! She did wear make-up sometimes, but only blush and lip-stick. Mom was also realy tall, like six feet! With red curly hair that even when it wasn’t brushed fell in loose ringlets around her face and down to the small of her back. While she always complained about being fat, I didn’t see it maybe a teensy bit, but not much! Then onto her best physical feature, mom’s eyes! I guess you could call them hazel, but they were so much more than that, the iris started out teddy bear brown, and then in little dimonds slowly merged to a pine green. It wasn’t the way they looked, but if you looked into her eyes you got this tingling in your stomache that rose up to your throat and was warm like honey! I used to believe she was an angel, because if you were hurt and looked at her eyes you just knew everything was going to be fine. I guess it’s her gift. Personally I believe that everyone has a gift: her’s is those eyes Mackenzie’s is the fact that even when she is being a total jerk you can’t get mad at her! (It’s really quite infuriating!) My brother can teach absoloutly anything to little kids and they understand, (he could probably teach a four year old algebra! Or calculis!) Me, well, I can talk to animals. Not really talk but almost read there minds and them mine. My great grandpa had heeling hands, wether it was a cat scratch or a dead rose, all he had to do was touch it and it would come back to life! Well you get the picture.
“So, what happened while I was gone?” Mom asked (she works nights.)
“We partied at a 21 and over club till six in the morning, then went home with two really cute guys.” I said matter-of-factly.
“No, miss Debbie I promise we didn’t!” Cried Mackenzie growing alarmed.
“That’s ok, she was just joking, and if she wasn’t I hope you got there numbers! Well get up.” Mom said light-heardely, obviously she had had a good night at work!
When we were done at the movies and at the farm, it was the perfect Saturday evening. The sun was setting, making orange and pink clouds look like precious stones waiting to be picked. It was perfect. Me and Mackenzie took the bus back to my place, by now it was dark and she’s afraid of the dark so I walked her home.
“Ok than, see yeah on Friday we’re still on for camping right?” I asked completely enthused at the idea of camping with the whole stables.
“Yeah.”
. . .
“Is that the last of the bags?” Asked Shannon our riding instructor
“Yup,” I said.
“Are all the horses loaded up?” She asked running through the check-list in her mind.
“Uh-hu.” Replied Mackenzie.
“Who, what’s that? Close the door to the…trailer. Everybody calm down, get under cover there might be an aftershock!” A panicked Shannon shriecked after the earth was done shaking from a 3.9.
“Check on the horses they might be hurt!” I envisioned my favorite horse a 2 year old Arab/thoroughbred/saddlebred/ colt named Raisen’s cookie with a bruised hock or a broken something and was scared to death for my baby.
“Where’s the sun it’s like pitch dark?” Mackenzie asked.
“My watch isn’t working!” Complained an older rider named Steave.
“Neither is the radio!” Screamed Kitty an eight-year-old little girl.
“Ok everyone into the indoor arena slowly. Maxine you come with me Steave Mackenzie make sure everyone is here and ok!” Ordered Shannon.
“Alright, where are we going, Shannon?” I asked.
“To get some flashlights and check on the horses that weren’t going with. Feel your way around carefully.” Shannon replied.
“Hey the flashlights aren’t working…” I said.
. . .
“Hey Raisin wake up it’s time to go camping! Ashley Raisin won’t come out of his stall.” Mackenzie complained to me.
“Let me see, leave me alone with him.” I ordered.
“Um, ok I guess.”
“Hey, Raisin what’s up? (remember I can talk to animals)…wow that was a bad dream wasn’t it’s ok though it’s over.” Once he had told me his dream after a couple of pats he was ready to come out. “Here you can load him up now.”
“Wow how did you get him to come out?!” Mackenzie marvled.
“I just have a gift I guess?” I said, trying to shrug it off well Mackenzie snickered at my last comment.
“Is that the last of the bags?” Asked Shannon our riding instructor
“Yup,” I said.
“Are all the horses loaded up?” She asked running through the check-list in her mind.
“Uh-hu.” Replied Mackenzie.
“Who, what’s that? Close the door to the…trailer. Everybody calm down, get under cover there might be an aftershock!” A panicked Shannon shriecked after the earth was done shaking from a 3.9.
“Check on the horses they might be hurt!” I envisioned my favorite horse a 2 year old Arab/thoroughbred/saddlebred/ colt named Raisen’s cookie with a bruised hock or a broken something and was scared to death for my baby.
“Where’s the sun it’s like pitch dark?” Mackenzie asked.
“My watch isn’t working!” Complained an older rider named Steave.
“Neither is the radio!” Screamed Kitty an eight-year-old little girl.
“Ok everyone into the indoor arena slowly. Maxine you come with me Steave Mackenzie make sure everyone is here and ok!” Ordered Shannon.
“Alright, where are we going, Shannon?” I asked.
“To get some flashlights and check on the horses that weren’t going with. Feel your way around carefully.” Shannon replied.
“Hey the flashlights aren’t working…” I said.