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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: Art / Music / Theater / Dance
- Published: 01/02/2014
About A Girl
Born 1999, F, from Red Wing, Minnesota, United StatesHow it all started
It must have started sometime in October, 2089. For anyone that really needs to get a good picture, a few of the styles from that classic series The Hunger Games was half-way accurate. First thing you really must know is I'm really into Nirvana, Tool, Stone Temple Pilots, stuff like that. Really really old music, long dead to the world like that Lady Gaga chick I've heard about. She died before I was even born due to this orange lipstick thing that had been poisoned. Anyway, those bands greatly influenced me, especially Nirvana. When I first told my parents they looked at me like I was crazy. I think my mom's eyes opened so wide her rigid, black fake eyelashes almost fell off. Luckily they didn't though, because I don't know a single girl that doesn't wear them except me. Even some guys do.
Anyway, for that Christmas I asked for a real life electric guitar, which are rarely made anymore so I knew it wasn't likely. But sure enough on Christmas day I lazily flopped down our stairs and found myself the thing that would change my life. A blue guitar so close to black that it looked like it would suck the light out of every other thing around our house and shroud it in eternal darkness. Being a fast learner, I had Come As You Are, Lithium, and five major chords down to a point by the end of January and it just kept going from there. Days went by, then months, then years, picking up little things along the way. A blue flannel shirt here, a pair of boots there, applying black eyeliner from now on every morning, finding a new ironic T-shirt to wear. In three years since I'd discovered those band's existence, I had transformed into a girl I had only ever dreamed of being. I felt like a 90's rock star. Of course, my transformation didn't really go all that well at school, in public, or anywhere really. All the girls at school with their brightly colored hand bags and too tight pants and extravagant tops. I even stood out among the boys with their skinny jeans and fancy jackets and perfectly combed and colored hair. All of them listening to their ever-popular dubstep and color-mix. Dubstep wasn't much older than Nirvana and such, starting in the early 2000's, but color-mix was new and apparently it was like hearing different colors. All of it was electronic though and I liked singing in my music much, much better.
I was an outcast. Well, there was one other boy that dressed like me with flannel shirts and wide, long out of style jeans, but he almost seemed unapproachable. I used to be rather shy, after all.
One day at lunch when I was sitting alone he sat right down across from me, one pure black rose in his calloused hands.
"So, I heard you play guitar" he said, setting the rose on the table. I was at least a little relieved he wasn't asking me to the stupid dance this Saturday at The White Mansion.
"Yeah, a little." I said "Not like Slash can, but a little." A glimmer of recognition surfaced on his face.
"You're into Guns and Roses?" He asks, smirking a bit.
"I guess they're okay. I prefer bands like Stone Temple Pilots, Radiohead..." I replied. I was starting to feel kind of uneasy for some reason.
"Oh, STP? They're pretty good. What about Nirvana?" He said pointing to my shirt.
"They're my favorite" I said and gave a little smile.
"Cool, cool. Anyway, I should really cut to the chase. You wanna hang out sometime? I play bass and you're kind of the only other guitar player I know." He says quickly.
"Uh..." I said, I was in shock. I'd never met any other guitar player either. I think I was starting to feel what my grandmother would call butterflies in my stomach.
"I--It's stupid, just forget about it, okay?" He replied, seeming really embarrassed, and he pushed the rose towards me. I grabbed his wrist.
"Wait! That's not what I meant, I just mean...Yeah, um, that'd be really fun. Would Saturday work? I mean, if that's okay with you and you weren't busy and stuff and--" I was starting to say and then suddenly Marshall kissed me. I'd never been kissed before in my life but that butterfly feeling came back strong as ever and my the warmth I could feel on my face... I was blushing like a cherry.
About A Girl(Vandallia Cretin)
How it all started
It must have started sometime in October, 2089. For anyone that really needs to get a good picture, a few of the styles from that classic series The Hunger Games was half-way accurate. First thing you really must know is I'm really into Nirvana, Tool, Stone Temple Pilots, stuff like that. Really really old music, long dead to the world like that Lady Gaga chick I've heard about. She died before I was even born due to this orange lipstick thing that had been poisoned. Anyway, those bands greatly influenced me, especially Nirvana. When I first told my parents they looked at me like I was crazy. I think my mom's eyes opened so wide her rigid, black fake eyelashes almost fell off. Luckily they didn't though, because I don't know a single girl that doesn't wear them except me. Even some guys do.
Anyway, for that Christmas I asked for a real life electric guitar, which are rarely made anymore so I knew it wasn't likely. But sure enough on Christmas day I lazily flopped down our stairs and found myself the thing that would change my life. A blue guitar so close to black that it looked like it would suck the light out of every other thing around our house and shroud it in eternal darkness. Being a fast learner, I had Come As You Are, Lithium, and five major chords down to a point by the end of January and it just kept going from there. Days went by, then months, then years, picking up little things along the way. A blue flannel shirt here, a pair of boots there, applying black eyeliner from now on every morning, finding a new ironic T-shirt to wear. In three years since I'd discovered those band's existence, I had transformed into a girl I had only ever dreamed of being. I felt like a 90's rock star. Of course, my transformation didn't really go all that well at school, in public, or anywhere really. All the girls at school with their brightly colored hand bags and too tight pants and extravagant tops. I even stood out among the boys with their skinny jeans and fancy jackets and perfectly combed and colored hair. All of them listening to their ever-popular dubstep and color-mix. Dubstep wasn't much older than Nirvana and such, starting in the early 2000's, but color-mix was new and apparently it was like hearing different colors. All of it was electronic though and I liked singing in my music much, much better.
I was an outcast. Well, there was one other boy that dressed like me with flannel shirts and wide, long out of style jeans, but he almost seemed unapproachable. I used to be rather shy, after all.
One day at lunch when I was sitting alone he sat right down across from me, one pure black rose in his calloused hands.
"So, I heard you play guitar" he said, setting the rose on the table. I was at least a little relieved he wasn't asking me to the stupid dance this Saturday at The White Mansion.
"Yeah, a little." I said "Not like Slash can, but a little." A glimmer of recognition surfaced on his face.
"You're into Guns and Roses?" He asks, smirking a bit.
"I guess they're okay. I prefer bands like Stone Temple Pilots, Radiohead..." I replied. I was starting to feel kind of uneasy for some reason.
"Oh, STP? They're pretty good. What about Nirvana?" He said pointing to my shirt.
"They're my favorite" I said and gave a little smile.
"Cool, cool. Anyway, I should really cut to the chase. You wanna hang out sometime? I play bass and you're kind of the only other guitar player I know." He says quickly.
"Uh..." I said, I was in shock. I'd never met any other guitar player either. I think I was starting to feel what my grandmother would call butterflies in my stomach.
"I--It's stupid, just forget about it, okay?" He replied, seeming really embarrassed, and he pushed the rose towards me. I grabbed his wrist.
"Wait! That's not what I meant, I just mean...Yeah, um, that'd be really fun. Would Saturday work? I mean, if that's okay with you and you weren't busy and stuff and--" I was starting to say and then suddenly Marshall kissed me. I'd never been kissed before in my life but that butterfly feeling came back strong as ever and my the warmth I could feel on my face... I was blushing like a cherry.
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