-Ron/GOF/pg 201
[muy importante! well, kind of]
"Ok... So what are we doing again?" I asked, nervously.
"Trapeeeeezing, smart one," Ara replied.
I wasn't always the most... coordinated of people when it came to artistic activities such as dance or gymnastics. When I was eight, and in the Nutcracker, I tripped and caused a domino effect that made the whole line of rats fall down. Arguably one of my proudest moments in the short span of ballet though it was, I still was not keen to create another artistic disaster. Nowadays, I preferred to stay out of harm's way than to risk embarrassing myself. But, I had nothing else better to do. Other than study, of course. But who really wants to spend their Saturdays studying?
I jumped into Ara's car with Yumi, Monika and Fiona. I had called shotgun so I sat in front and controlled the radio. Apparently I was the only one who enjoyed rocking out to "Party in the USA", and I got eyerolls and sighs from the other four as I sang the chorus at the top of my lungs. Their loss, obviously. ;)
We reached Santa Monica in about an hour, due to some traffic along the way. My voice, by then was considerable lighter and scratchier than it had been when we had left. But I just ignored it and joined the group getting instructed on trapezing.
"So basically, what they're saying, is that we have to risk our necks on a little swing thing and jump of and grab onto someone who's hanging onto another swing thing by their knees?!" I whispered to Yumi.
"Apparently. You better not drop me, Len. Or I'll... karate-chop you!"
"Expelliarmus."
When it was my turn to practice holding onto the trapeze, I nervously walked up to the podium, knees shaking. Public humiliation really wasn't my thing, and I could feel my palms getting sweatier by the second. I grabbed hold of the bar and did as I was told, holding on for dear life. My hands were slipping every moment, and my heart starting beating furiously. I closed my eyes and felt my hands finally slip up, dropping me from the swing.
"Shitt! Someone grab her, damnit!" I heard someone yell. I landed with a "thunk!" on the ground. I had a searing pain in my wrist and looked up blindly to see who had grabbed me as I fell. My head was spinning, and I felt dizzy. Not to mention that my wrist hurt like none other.
"Uhh," was all I could say. My wrist was searing, and I didn't want to start bawling right then and there, in front of everyone.
"Are you okay?" the guy asked me. He had medium length curly brown hair and dark brown eyes. My heart melted as I tried to speak.
"Yeah, I am... I should probably go to the doctor for this wrist thing though," I said as I held up my wrist towards him. Mystery boy took a closer look.
"Yeah I wouldn't be surprised if that was broken," he said.
Just then, Monika, Fiona, Yumi and Ara came sprinting towards me.
"LENA! My God, what were you thinking, just letting go like that? You scared us to death!" Monika yelled at me. I shrunk back.
"In my defense," I said slowly, "I told you guys I wasn't very coordinated..."
Mystery boy looked sympathetic towards me, as he said, "Hey, how about I give you a ride to the hospital. I'm heading back towards the Rumor Milll anyways; it's right on the way. That way you guys can stay and finish your lesson," while nodding towards the other girls.
"Okay... Are you sure you're gonna be okay, Lena?" Yumi asked.
"I'm fine, really. I'll tell you if the doctor said anything is wrong," I said, while getting to my feet without putting pressure on my wrist. I followed mystery boy while holding my other arm gingerly. We made our way to his car, and I hopped into the passenger seat, while moving some of his papers out of the way. His car was a run-down Volvo, messy and disorderly. There was nary a dent anywhere on the car though, and I noticed that he drove exceptionally cautiously. I decided to pick up conversation, so as to cut through the awkward silence that had preceded.
"So... I never did find out your name. This is as good a time as any to meet, I suppose," I said lightly, while mystery boy chuckled.
"It's okay. I'm Eddie. Pleased to meet you," he said, mocking stiffness.
"Charmed, Eddie. Simply charmed. Your name reminds me of that retarded cartoon that was on the Cartoon Network... It was called 'Ed, Ed, and Eddie', did you ever see it?" I asked, laughing.
"Uhh, no?" he replied, confused.
"Consider yourself lucky!" I replied, while accidentally leaning on my wrist and yelling an 'OW!' out loud. Eddie glanced toward me briefly, but otherwise kept his eyes directly on the road.
"So.. what do you do? Do you have relatives or something out here?" I asked, trying to make the conversation light.
"Uhh. Well, not exactly..." he replied, awkwardly. I was intrigued.
"How about school?"
"Well, uhh, I used to go to Y-I mean to say, I used to go to a school before I came to Los Angeles.." he replied, his cheeks flushing. I was curious. Was he just about to say the school I thought he said? If so, I was dealing with a naughty little rich kid. I smirked.
"Ah. Gotcha," I said. Just then, he pulled into the parking lot of the hospital and dropped me off.
"Do you need me to stay?" he asked, looking earnest.
"Nahh, it's okay. Thank you so much for, well, everything. I owe you. Big time." I said, and flashed him a smile. He looked awkward.
"No problem.. Lena!" he made his way back to his car as I stared after him. He couldn't have just been about to say Yale, could he? I wished that I had my journal at that moment, for I was itching to write this interesting piece of news down. I turned away from him after a few seconds, and marched into the hospital, head held high.
2 hours later:
It's broken. Damnit.
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This story was so much fun to write.
Like SO much fun.
I love Lena, haha.
And sorry for the length... I guess I just had a lot to say today, haha. Shalala. I would enjoy feedback on my writing nevertheless. Is it easy to follow? Is it interesting?
Both boys and girls made CIF finals :) And our top 7 girls all came within the top 25 in our heat. Woohoo!
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