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CHAPTER 3

Thanksgiving weekend went by like a blur, and I felt this sort of detachment from the world. All I could think about was "Chris, Chris, Chris"-I couldn’t comprehend this side of myself that had taken over me. Even my brother could tell that something was up between me and Chris. But I had to keep it all to myself. Why was I felling this way? I mean, though I’d known Chris ever since he moved to the house down the gravel dirt road at at the end of 6^th grade, I’d never seen this side to him. All I’d known was that he had attended my school when I had lived there, he was in my grade, and he hung out with Douglas, but other than that, he was a mystery. All of the sudden, Chris wasn’t just this guy my age that lived down the road- he became something much more.

I kept telling myself, "Snap out of it- its never gonna work!" but inside, I just couldn’t help it. I wanted Chris to like me for who I was as a person, to get to know who I really was.

"But its just a dream..."

I sighed. Suddenly, I wished I had never moved, wishing that I had gotten more time to spend with Chris than the four days my school had rewarded me with for Thanksgiving Break. I couldn’t understand why or how I had gotten so attached to this one person over the matter of one day. I tried to stop the feelings, the hopes, dreams, and the foolishness of it all. I tried to move on with my life, to forget about all that had happened over that one weekend. But I couldn’t- my heart wouldn’t let me. Eventually, I slowly returned back to school, to my friends, to my family-back to my world. I tried to forget the feelings inside, but my life took a turn on its own- it had other plans in mind. It wouldn’t let go.

CHAPTER 4

"Can you believe that there’s only a week left of school before Christmas?"

"I know!!! I mean, time goes by so fast, it just passes you before you know it."

"So, what are you planning to do over Winter Break?"

"Well, I’m going to spend the first few days with my dad- my cousins are visiting from Colorado."

"That’s cool"

"Yeah. I haven’t seen them for like a year. Then, after I go back to my mom’s, I’m probably going to go on vacation to New Mexico."

"Isn’t it like hot up there?"

"No, it’s like freezing! It’s because I live in the mountains and it’s so cold sometimes that it snows..."

A month had passed since my encounter with the "boy next door". School had distracted me from the fact that I had fallen for a guy who happened to live 1200 miles away from my home in San Diego. Every once in a while, I found my thoughts fading back to the day that I’d seen that other side of Chris I’d never seen.

About a week before I was supposed to visit New Mexico once again, I found myself sitting on my sister’s bed. She had just gone shopping for a new stash of toys, clothes, accessories, things a typical 6^th grade girl would buy. "Candi, can you help me put away my stuff?" she asked sweetly, and though I didn’t really want to help Lauren, I went through with it anyway.

"So, you know that guy Chris in New Mexico?"

I looked into her eyes, a million thoughts rushing through my head, caught in a daze.

"Yah, why?" I asked, wondering why she was bringing this up now.

"You know, he likes you."

My cheeks turned crimson. Why was she telling me this now? Why wait so long?

"How would you know?" I asked, unsure if she was telling me a fact, or if she’d just made this up.

"Well, you know that one time when me and Collin went to Douglas and Deena’s house while you stayed home?"

"Yah....what about it?"

"Chris was there too"

"So?"

"Well, Chris asked where you were. He was talking about you with Douglas. So I said to him, "You like my sister, don’t you." And Douglas was all like, "Yah he does." Chris just told him to shut-up and walked away, but you could tell he likes you."

My first reaction was one of relief, and sudden longing to be back there. I just sat there in shock- how could this be true?

"Are you serious?" I asked, trying not to sound too excited or surprised at what my sister had claimed to be true. But she saw right through me.

"Wait a minute...you like him too, don’t you!" She giggled, an expression of utmost interest on her face.

Embarrassed, I shot back, "Maybe, maybe not." But it was too late, my sister had gotten through my hard shell and found out my secret.

"You like Chris! You like Chris!!!" she shouted out, taunting me.

This was exactly the opposite of what I had wanted to happen, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t do anything about it. I left my sister’s room, surrounded by thoughts of Chris and what had just happened. I wasn’t sure that I wanted Chris to know how I felt yet, and now that my sister knew my true feelings, she could manipulate me in any way she wanted, which is exactly what happened the following week- my week back in New Mexico.

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Chapter 5 to come soon!

-cAnDi

YaYz!  I finally got the chance to updaterz..... Herez Chapter 2 of my ongoing story.....

Two Worldz Apart

CHAPTER 2

Lying on my bed, I found myself staring up at my pale white ceiling. Loud music blared at my ears, making me feel at peace with the world. I felt so safe, alone in my old 7^th grade room, as if I’d gone back in time to when I used to live in this empty white house.

"Candi?"the voice echoed through the hall.

"Candi!"

I snapped open my eyes, ripping the headphones off my head.

"CANDI!" my mom called once again.

"WHAT???" I answered, annoyed at the interruption of the peaceful atmosphere.

"Come unpack!" my mother called.

At this, I threw open my bedroom door that preserved my 7^th grade self- my memories of the years I’d spent in this room. Pictures from those years ago lined the back of my door, and I paused for a second, distracted from the reality. If only for a second, all the memories of my middle school experiences flooded back to me in an instant, but were interrupted once again at the sound of my mother’s annoyed voice.

"Coming!" I yelled, my voice echoing back downstairs to where my mother waited. I pushed the door to my room aside, my arms flailing behind me as I ran down the hall, down the stairway, back to the present- back to reality. Down the front porch steps I hurried, so I could get back to my time alone in my room as quickly as possible. My hurrying feet stopped, our big black expedition parked in front of me. Frusterated, I threw open the car door, searching for my black tote bag filled with my clothes, cds, belongings. Soon after, my brother and sister followed, unpacking their own luggage. Up and down the steps we went until finally, our work was done, leaving the black SUV empty. As I walked back into the house, I found my brother playing his new video game that he had purchased the night before. I hesitated before deciding to settle down next to him and watch the racers zoom around the track. So absorbed in the game, I failed to notice that a shadowy figure had appeared on our front doorstep.

"DING-DONG"

Startled, bringing myself back to reality, I glanced up into the hallway and watched my mom answer the caller, opening the door.

"Hey....Ummm, what are you doing here?" I heard a familiar voice say, the sound echoing in my ears.

"Uhhh, we live here." My mom answered, confused and surprised at the voice.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here..." my mom asked, but I knew the answer before he could say it, recalling who the voice belonged to. Chills went up my spine, and I froze. It was him.

"My name’s Chris- I live just down the road. I was just wondering if I could play some video games with Collin....."

That was weird- I had no idea that Chris knew Collin, or vice versa.

"Oh, ok..." She said, obviously puzzled at the situation. "So, Chris, how old are you?"

"15" Chris answered.

"Oh, really? Then maybe you know my daughter Candi. She went to school up here in the 6^th and 7^th grade."

At the sound of my name, my ears poked up, my head peeking around the corner. I got up and stood next to my mom, and as I looked up, I found myself gazing into the blueset eyes I’d ever seen. Eyes looked back at me, studying my face, and he shrugged. So he didn’t remember me. I guess I never really knew him, but I remembered exactly who he was. My mind shifted back to a conversation we’d had the last time I’d visited in the 8^th grade.

"I remember you..." I found myself saying. Blushing, I looked down and shut my mouth before I could say anything stupid to embarrass myself.

"Well, come on in" my mom offered, moving aside to allow Chris through the door, and at that she left the room.

What was she thinking, letting this guy she, or I for that matter, hardly knew? I wanted to protest, to go back in time so that I hadn’t chosen to sit next to my brother rather than to return to my room, but yet again I just stood there, dumbfounded.

"So, your name is Candi" I heard the voice say, and realized he was talking to me.

"Oh, yah." I said, blushing.

Silence. I felt so awkward, Chris just standing there in front of me, not saying a thing. I looked up, and realized how much he’d grown since the last time I’d seen him. He’d also gotten cuter- MUCH cuter. I just stood there, staring, then looking away, trying not to let him notice. My brother walked into the hallway only to find me and Chris. He looked up at me, then Chris, then back at me. "You’re.....Chris, right?" He said. Chris looked confused.

"How does he know my name" he said, glancing down at me. I just shrugged. My brother stared up at Chris, then walked away, leaving me and Chris to just stand there, back in our silence. He tried to talk to me, but something in my body told me to freeze up. I had no idea why I was acting like this. It seemed so odd, this whole situation, Chris standing in front of me- talking to me. Yet, he showed no rememberance of me in his eyes.

"What’s up with you two?" My brother’s voice echoed, and I looked down at my brother. I rolled my eyes, and walked into the living room, sitting myself on the floor next to our Gamecube. Chris followed, sitting next to me, only making me more tense, more aware of his prescence.

Chris’ soft voice asked, "Hey, can I play?" and my brother reluctantly handed over the controller. "But after you it’s my turn again, okay?"

"Yah, whatever." Chris replied, guiding his little racer around the video game with ease. I sat there, watching, and failed to notice that Chris had gotten closer, our knees almost touching. My heart fluttered, and I failed to realize that my feelings toward this almost stranger had started to change. I began to see Chris in a different light, and with each look we shared, each time he "accidentally" touched my hand or brushed his knee against mine, I found myself falling deeper into this unavoidable trap. Little did I know it at the time, but I was starting to fall, fall deeply in love.

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Two Worlds Apart

by Leia Hornedo

CHAPTER 1

"Wow, it’s so beautiful..."

"Just as we left it!"

"But how are we going to get in? We don’t have a key...."

I looked up and gazed at the familiar white panels, white columned balcony, and yellow colored lawn we had left behind almost three years before through the car window. My mom pulled up to our old 3-story house, a place I had once looked forward to returning home to every day after school. The memories flooded back from my middle school years, and I ached to go back to my old life, to relive everything I had gone through up here. So much had changed my life during those two years. But now that was gone, and I couldn’t go back- I had to move on.

"So how are we gonna get in?" the man continued to question.

A woman’s voice answered, "I’m not sure.... wait a minute...."

She opened her car door, stepped out onto the dirt covered ground, and with each step she took I could hear the familiar sound of pine needles crunching beneath her feet. My mom grasped onto the rusty garage door and pulled with all her might, but the door refused to budge. At that, she continued her walk around the house, looked up at something, and signaled for the rest of us to get out of the car. As I stepped down out onto our gravel driveway, I glanced around at my surroundings and smiled. I wanted to go explore, to run and yell out, "I’m back home, I’m finally home..." But I just stood there, the cold wind nipping at my shoulders. I quickly grabbed my sweater out of our dirt splattered car, covering my exposed skin to keep me warm.

"Candi, hurry up!" my mom called out, and I rushed over to where she was standing at the side of the house. "Look around for something sharp or hard, like a metal pole or something," she commanded. Confused, I searched the ground for anything remotely close to my mother’s description. "Here’s something!" I heard my brother call out. He was holding a rusty old shovel. My mom took the shovel from my brother’s grasp, yelled for us to stand back, and swung the shovel over her shoulder, as if getting ready to swing a baseball bat. I suddenly realized what my mom was about to do, glancing at our garage window, and stepped far back from the area plugging my ears.

"SMASH!!!"

Pieces of glass fell around my mother’s feet, and glancing up I saw a jagged hole replacing where solid glass used to be. "Wait a minute..." I thought to myself as I watched my mom hack away at the rest of the glass. "Oh no." Suddenly, it hit me. Someone would have to climb through our broken window and unlock the front door from the inside. All I knew was that no matter what, it sure wasn’t going to be me. I slowly snuck away, hoping to get away without being noticed. I sighed as I heard my younger sister being hoisted up through the window. Smiling, I glanced down our gravel driveway and suddenly stopped, my eyes fixed on a human figure on a bike at the end of the driveway. "No way...." I said to myself, still standing there like a deer in the headlights. He glanced up, a curious look on his face as if he’d never seen anyone up here before. It was a guy, a guy my age, a guy I had once knew those three years past, a mere object of my memories. Soon, the figure noticed I was staring at him and I looked away, embarrassed. I knew him, but did he know me? Paco he was called, though I knew his real name was Chris. I looked back, and the figure was out of sight. Just then, cheers erupted from the front of the house, and I followed the sound of relieved voices to our front porch. Stepping inside the front door was like stepping into a window from my past. Everything was exactly as we had left it, undisturbed. I was finally back home again.

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-cAnDi

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Happy Motherz Dayy!  Hope ur all havin fun out there... im not lol.  whatevah- itz my momz day not mine. 

Well, therez not much to say so ima go.  Cyaz laterz!

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HeYY!  wHaTz uPP?  OMG I took the AP History test!!!!  IT WAS SOOOOOO HARD!!!!!!  I really really really times a million hope i passed it!  PRAY 4 ME!!! lolz

Newayz, im busy writing my story and I'll probably post chapter 1 up here sometime soon!  Look 4ward 2 that!

i miss paco.  I havent talked 2 him since wednesday.  Hopefully he'll call me 2nite.  whatever

ASB is becoming a pain.  I get in trouble for losing a book that i gave to someone that forgot that i gave it to them that i forgot that i gave it to them too.  Im acussed of not doing nething.  I get this whole big lecture over not being after school to supervise the talent show rehersal.  I lost my job as commissioner of activities.  I might not even get to be in asb next year, itz really depressing

well ima go wallow in my pain (jk, im ok)

luvalwayz, cAnDi