Post by forgetyourseatbelt on Oct 15, 2004 1:41:26 GMT -5
She said her name was Jack.
I always thought that was a funny name for a girl
But Jack was cool,
And not just any cool,
Not cool like those popular kids
But cool like the girl who smoked and didn’t care if she was busted.
Cool like the only girl in 8th grade with a tattoo.
I looked up to Jack, and she loved it.
I became a sidekick of sorts
No longer was I mistreated by the other kids,
The ones who laughed and threw paper wads and spit balls.
“Stick by me kid,” Jack used to say, “stick by me ‘cos the world will bring you down if you don’t have someone like me to guide you.”<br>I believed her.
Jack with her bright and deep black eyes, eyes that reminded me of drowning in the Ocean. Her matching silky black hair that she’d gotten out of a Clairol box.
Her confidence in herself almost matched the confidence I had in her,
We became best friends over the months of fall semester, rarely spending time apart,
Sleeping side by side in ratty old sleeping bags on the back porch of her fathers shack.
Sharing a cigarette and looking at the stars. Sharing our darkest secrets in the calm night,
Listening to crickets chirp and her father screaming at her mother.
“One day I’m getting outta this dump,” She’d tell me, “Maybe go to LA.”<br>I never believed her, Jack wasn’t going to leave me. Not now, not ever.
Hearing her tales of the adventures she’d had and her high plans for her future
I grew to love her. IN love with her. As I laid there next to her I felt my hands tremble As she cuddled closer to me to help with the sudden chill of the night.
I dared not tell her. She could never want me.
After awhile I distanced myself from her. I grew resentful of her.
Resentful that she didn’t seem to share my unspoken want for affection.
The days turned to months and 8th grade was over. That summer she ran away.
She asked me to join her and I turned her down flat, my was tone icy.
She didn’t want me, that I had convinced myself of.
How dare she ask me to leave with her?
She had looked at me confused and a little hurt. I ignored it, I knew she wouldn’t leave
It was all an act. Nothing more nothing less. An act to look cool, to feel tough.
But she did go.
The cops thought she was dead.
But I knew better. Jack could never die.
Just move on.
i wrote this freshman year.
:-p
narrative, natch.
1,000,000 points and fuck a TITLE if you can guess which actress and movie inspired this. Movie cos I really cant remember. ;-)
its choppy and im thinking of making it a short story. btw.
I always thought that was a funny name for a girl
But Jack was cool,
And not just any cool,
Not cool like those popular kids
But cool like the girl who smoked and didn’t care if she was busted.
Cool like the only girl in 8th grade with a tattoo.
I looked up to Jack, and she loved it.
I became a sidekick of sorts
No longer was I mistreated by the other kids,
The ones who laughed and threw paper wads and spit balls.
“Stick by me kid,” Jack used to say, “stick by me ‘cos the world will bring you down if you don’t have someone like me to guide you.”<br>I believed her.
Jack with her bright and deep black eyes, eyes that reminded me of drowning in the Ocean. Her matching silky black hair that she’d gotten out of a Clairol box.
Her confidence in herself almost matched the confidence I had in her,
We became best friends over the months of fall semester, rarely spending time apart,
Sleeping side by side in ratty old sleeping bags on the back porch of her fathers shack.
Sharing a cigarette and looking at the stars. Sharing our darkest secrets in the calm night,
Listening to crickets chirp and her father screaming at her mother.
“One day I’m getting outta this dump,” She’d tell me, “Maybe go to LA.”<br>I never believed her, Jack wasn’t going to leave me. Not now, not ever.
Hearing her tales of the adventures she’d had and her high plans for her future
I grew to love her. IN love with her. As I laid there next to her I felt my hands tremble As she cuddled closer to me to help with the sudden chill of the night.
I dared not tell her. She could never want me.
After awhile I distanced myself from her. I grew resentful of her.
Resentful that she didn’t seem to share my unspoken want for affection.
The days turned to months and 8th grade was over. That summer she ran away.
She asked me to join her and I turned her down flat, my was tone icy.
She didn’t want me, that I had convinced myself of.
How dare she ask me to leave with her?
She had looked at me confused and a little hurt. I ignored it, I knew she wouldn’t leave
It was all an act. Nothing more nothing less. An act to look cool, to feel tough.
But she did go.
The cops thought she was dead.
But I knew better. Jack could never die.
Just move on.
i wrote this freshman year.
:-pnarrative, natch.
1,000,000 points and fuck a TITLE if you can guess which actress and movie inspired this. Movie cos I really cant remember. ;-)
its choppy and im thinking of making it a short story. btw.
