Maundering Marauders

Ho-hum

2007-12-17T21:44:00.000-08:00

So, it's been a long long time since I've used this last. I've had so much on my mind recently that I figured I would give the on-line journal a go again.

Recently, I feel like my dad and I have gotten to know one another better. That is, we're spending a whole lot of time together, the thing is he puts a lot of pressure on my grades and I don't think I am going to do as well this semester as last.

I know it shouldn't be a big thing, but I don't want this to ruin our relationship. I know it won't and I need to strive to do better... but we'll see. Grades come out tomorrow. Wish me luck. ~Chibs

What book are you?

2005-07-28T12:17:00.000-07:00

The Vampire Novel
Hmm, very interesting! You scored 140!

People are addicted to you, as you make such entertaining and sexy reading material. You get people’s imaginations flowing and make for the type of book people want to read more than once. Cults have been inspired by the likes of you.

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:

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Random Quote

2005-07-02T19:10:00.000-07:00

Anyone who is capable of getting themselves made President should on no account be allowed to do the job.

-Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

hmmm....

2005-07-02T19:00:00.000-07:00

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...

Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the hotel california
Any time of year, you can find it here

Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the captain,’please bring me my wine’
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...

Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin’ it up at the hotel california
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
And in the master’s chambers,
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can’t kill the beast

Last thing I remember,I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
’relax,’ said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave!

-The Eagles "Hotel California". From http://www.lyricsfreak.com/e/eagles/44469.html

Whatever floats your boat... I think

2005-06-28T23:56:00.000-07:00

So, it is officially summer now. Has been for a while.

In two days one of my really good friends and best guy friend is leaving. He is going home. Back to his home country to see his family again. Sometimes I think that this whole foriegn exchange program is both too short and too long. You either don't get to spend enough time with them or are angry that you spent so much time with them that you are now attached. But, it will be really sad. My other friend and I are going to drive to the airport to see him off.

Aside from that sad note... I have summer reading again this year. (technically this is also sad and depressing news) I have three books to read, which is loads better than the four books I ussually have to read. They are: A Passage to India, The Tempest, and Crime and Punishment. I have already finished the tempest. It was really good and reminded me of harry potter a little bit. I am starting my first journal for A Passage to India and am still trying to get through Crime and Punishment... Argh, out of all the books I detest Crime and Punishment the most.

I have to complete eight journals and 30 definitions in all.. which doesn't sound difficult, but is.

So, It's late and is now midnight and I have to get up at 7:00 tomorrow so I think i shall get some much needed rest.

Toodles,

Circe

2005-06-28T12:04:00.000-07:00

"To be great, is to be misunderstood."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

Birthday List

2005-06-28T09:25:00.000-07:00

Just so I won't forget when the time comes and I can update this whenever I like I thought I would put my early b-day list here.

So, I just went on seventeen.com and found out that I am extremely over-stressed... really*rolls eyes* I think that is an accurate answer. So, it told me about the top ten stress reliever cds. And though it is mostly to get them money, i thought *what the hell* so I went ahead and looked over them. Seems one of the artists on this actually is one I am fond of so: without further ado;

Dido No angel

Immeritus Messenger bag Yay!

Sunglasses ^_^

Blog Tag m- Come hither Co-ruler

2005-01-20T14:02:00.001-08:00

First of all, the word hither is the most amazing word.

Lookie at that, co-ruler, you've changed my sad mood into a happy one! Thank you!

Again, you are bloody amazing Katherine.

Thank you for the bloggie.

Now, I have a question for you... I have used your dubbed words... like "woohoo" and "dundundun" in both everyday life and my writing, do I was thinking. Since Oh great co-ruler one, you brought me back into writing stories... I was wondering that with your permission, may I use you and your personality as a character in one. It'll probably be in a fanfic and I'll give ya Ron if you want. Hermione can get Blaise. I was already thinking of one... though I now have to research some Wicca so I will kind of have the beginning right. Anywho, I'll probably drag *your* Dan into this too since he actually inspired me for this story.. nice little muse ^_^

So with your consent I shall begin writing... because I desperately need a spunky, out of this world, great and bloody amazing ^_^ character to make the story...

Thanks,

Circe

Behind Blue Eyes

2005-01-20T14:02:00.000-08:00

No one knows what it’s like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

No one knows what it’s like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies

But my dreams
They aren’t as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That’s never free

No one knows what it’s like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you

No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through

But my dreams
They aren’t as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That’s never free

When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool

If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat

No one knows what it’s like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
- The Who, Behind Blue Eyes

little venting

2005-01-20T13:35:00.000-08:00

I would like to scream right now... I won't, but I want to. I want to throw something, hit something... just scream. Sometimes I feel so alone. I mean I shouldn't. Feel alone that it. I have great friends a great family, a great life in general. It's just... I either want it to speed up and just get out of this awkward "where to go now" phase and know what I'm doing.

I wish I could just run... you know the feeling when you just want to fly. I don't want to fly, I want to run. I want to be on the sandy beach on that warm summer day and just feel the sand on my feet. Between my toes. On my skin. Agh! It's really annoying. I have no clue what I really want to do with my life. If I could choose I would grow up in the "wizarding world" and all that. Who cares if there is a war, I want to be needed. I think that is why everyone likes fantasy and wants to partake in these monumental wars... we want to be needed. To feel like we're actually helping soceity.

I remember in eigth grade church school. Before confirmation I had this packet I had to fill out and one of the questions was "what is God's mission for you?" I didn't know If I could answer it. So the teacher went around the room asking all of the kids what their mission was. And of course they were all the same "perfect" answers like, Go do missionary work or find a cure for ________. I couldn't think of anything... I can't remember what I said or if I said anything. I just remember that helpless feeling I had...

And it happens all the time. Feeling helpless, in a way unwanted. In my family I might be the oldest but I'm really nothing. You know, I like to think I'm pretty good at school but its all just numbers and letters. It's of no real use to most people. So, I like languages.. big deal. What is that going to do for me in the future. What is the point of tests. Why do we waste our day in school with grades.. why can't we go there to learn. Why can't we just learn our whole life. Why do we have to put our learnings to pratice. Why can't I stay in a cocoon.... why do we have to loose innocence. Why can't we be niave....

Who are you? It's a good song and really asks a deep question.. Who are you... dare I utter their lyrics " Who the f... are you" (THere I go, I can't write the word out because I'm afriad of both what this site might do and how it will eat at me for days to come). You know, I once told my sister to "Shut the hell up." It happened a long time ago.. like three maybe four years... And I still dwell on it. I like grudges. They're nice and constant and unchanging. I don't like much change. I'm fond of routines. Oi! sometimes I just hate life.... (Stupid spellcheck won't work.. you're going to have to deal with it)

Enough,

Bye

Result of boredom

2005-01-19T16:02:00.000-08:00

For her it was different. Understatement of the millennium. For her everything was different. And it wasn't just because of her family, or lack thereof, no it was because of her destiny... Her fate. A life full of choices comes at a high price, a price that can kill and pain. And at the moment one lone woman realized the pain it would cause. Her fate was decided and she had no choice. She was femme Oedipus.. With a twist. She wouldn't end up marrying her parent or anything of the such. No, that was much to good for her. She would become a weapon. A killing machine. She was the weapon of mass destruction. Her life, her learnings, her thoughts all shoved her down the path. And the irony was that she, daughter of the savior of the wizarding world and brightest mind at Hogwarts was destined to kill them all...

Yet, I digress. This story starts long before this young girl could even string two thoughts together. Ala fairy tale-style; Far, far away. Long, long ago... Well, actually is wasn't too awfully far I mean I am standing in the castle where it all took place and 30 years isn't that long ago. But, in their mind it was. In theirs the time and the place made all the difference...

He skidded to a halt in front of the dark corridor checking and then double-checking the old, wrinkled piece of parchment in his hand. He grabbed a stick from his pocket and held it up in front of his face. He quickly spoke a jumble of words as the stick began to glow illuminating his sickly, pale face with an eerie blue light. His bright emerald eyes glared at the harmless parchment with malice as he spat a curse. The stick lost its light when the man spoke another word now positioned in front of him as he took off at a run determined to find whatever or whoever he was looking for.

He turned the corner gaining speed as his leg muscles pumped under his long dress-like attire. His bright eyes became desperate when he rounded yet another corner sparing a glance towards the forlorn parchment. And then he stopped. Well, stopped is putting it lightly he collided with something solid... But what, there was nothing in front of him. It was as if an invisible barrier were keeping from his desired. The man cursed again this time his glare directed at the empty space in front of him. He stared at the barrier squinting his eyes ever so slightly until suddenly he widened them and let out a gasp. He jabbed the stick in front of the air around him blindly stabbing at the air until an almost silent metallic clang rang out. It vibrated through the air, pulsating as it grew in decibels. The air around the man then began to glow, it sparkled with specks of light as the invisible barrier became visible.

And once again the man cursed. The barrier might look visible but it appeared anything but solid. It appeared to be oozing with darkness rolling and weaving throughout the wall. It hit the ground at the man's feet splashing him with darkness. Surrounding him with the black liquid. The man hissed with pain as it touched his bare skin. The air began to smell of burnt meat as the man's his turned into a blood curdling scream as it ate it's way through his skin. Munching through his bones, sucking his body dry with delight. His screams of torture pulsed through the air and felt gruesomely tangible. His eyes were now bloodshot his bright emerald eyes turned murky. Their vivid color became tinted with a dull dark red.

His body convulsed on the ground. His knees forced by the acid to give out, to give up, to give himself. And through it all the man, though convulsing on the floor kept a firm grip on the piece of stick jabbed into the wall. The man, with his seeingless eyes stared at the stick. Willing it to do something anything. Willing for someone to help him. To grab him, to save him. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the acid slithering up his chest and his neck. The black liquid splashed over his face, making its way into his mouth down his throat and into his body. It began to burn through him from the inside, to kill him from the inside out. He tried to scream. Really he did, but the black goo was suffocating him as it filled his mouth. He wanted to pass out, to give up, to die when he felt his gag reflex kick in and force the black goo back up. But his mouth was covered, it was stitched by the liquid and the goo made its way back down his throat and repeated the process. The man couldn't take anymore. He couldn't breeze, he couldn't move, nor see, nor think. His body convulsed once more as his hand reluctantly let go of the stick which ever so mockingly stayed lodged into the wall, covered in blood, vomit and tears. A silent foreboding to all those too brave to enter.

A blood chilling scream ripped through the castle. Startling all it's residents as a pale, skinny boy jolted awake. His bright emerald eyes snapping open, wide in fear.

What's Your Flavor?

2005-01-17T16:15:00.000-08:00

What's Your Flavor?
Mmm ... peppermint! Crisp and refreshing, you're the flavor of candy canes and after-dinner mints — everyone's favorite comfort candies. If you were a season, you'd be winter — bracing and energizing, but cozy, too. Your honesty and forthright personality make people feel like they've known you forever — they can't help but be drawn to your sweet, fresh nature. Perhaps a little old-fashioned, and occasionally shy, you're generally happy and well-liked. Traditional and invigorating, you're a truly tasty treat.
--- Courtesy of Tickle, http://web.tickle.com/tests/standard/flavor.jsp

Exam Cram

2005-01-17T14:37:00.000-08:00

Okay, I'm really annoyed. I'm a person who usually packs her backpack full of books in fear of forgetting to bring something. And of course, when I am in need of books the most I forget them. Tomorrow is my Japanese exam and what do I forget, my Japanese books and notes.... AGH!!!! Good thing we have a study period and I've been memorizing.. It just makes me feel really bad... I've never gotten below a 94% on the exams.. And what if I do... I like being good in that class and passing the exams easily.. Oi! I'm scared..

And If that is not enough, I leave my first rough draft for my English essay at school, so even though I have the second rough draft there was a part in the first one that I wanted to include in the second one... AGH!!! again... Well, it was just one quote.. OH! I've remembered it... whew... it's the one were Tom is even happier that he has a bullet through his leg.. ok

Now, all I need to do is go over all my kanji.. the ones I can remember and see if I can remember any dialogues... AGH!!!.....

OI! I got it.. I go into school late tomorrow because I don't have my first period exam.. I'll just go in early and study.. and then study more in the study session.. the only thing I worry about is the dialogues....

OK.. I'm calming down.. I'll just study my other exams right now...

Oh, I love having this blogger thing... I can vent and remember and I type faster than I write.. One reason I don't like journals...

Whew,

Toodles

Semper ubi Sub ubi

Cream Puffs, Greenday, and Essays

2005-01-17T09:23:00.000-08:00

No school today! And there is snow on the ground outside... can the day get any better? Well, I took my essay in for my teacher to look over.. she made some corrections which I'm about to go over now, but overall she said my grammar is improving and she likes my idea, so now we start with creating a writing style for myself ^_^

Yep, so, I'm listening to Sum 41, 'Chuck'! I love rock ^_^ Though, I'm not too fond of bands who just scream, I like listening to the lyrics and wondering why they sing what they sing. So, yep, Greenday, Pink Floyd, and The Who are just some of my favorite bands.

Anywho, not much to talk about today. Oh, I did take three different Harry Potter quizzes yesterday and two said Ravenclaw... and the other... I shudder to say it, but it said... Hufflepuff. I'm sorry, but I just can't imagine me in Hufflepuff... I'm a sorta loner and I love reading and learning.. so yeah I have a tiny courageous streak... only comes out in dire situations.. but usually I think a long time before I stick my head into a situation.. I mean that's totally a Ravenclaw... Yeah, I don't know... Anywho, I'm going with the Majority.. I'm a Ravenclaw.

Now the only thing that would be better is if I could actually go to Hogwarts (lovely dreams please come true) and try that sorting hat on myself to find out if I really am a Ravenclaw or not.. and it better not be hufflepuff... I mean it sounds like a pastry... I don't like pastries.. Okay so I like Canolis but that's the exception... ^_^ (and lemon squares, but I'm not sure if they are considered a pastry)...

Semper Ubi Sub Ubi

Quote of the Day

2005-01-13T14:17:00.000-08:00

"Walk Softly, and carry a big stick; you will go far."
-African proverb said by Theodore Roosevelt

Confused... >.<

2005-01-13T14:09:00.000-08:00

Trying to write an essay on Huck Finn. The topic is Realism v. Romanticism and I'm arguing that it is not if either realism or romanticism is better but that through working together the two create both one of the best and one of the most controversial novels ever.... Hey that sounds like a decent thesis or concluding sentence... Eh? I like it ^_^

Anywho, besides that, there isn't much going on. Confused about life right.. Confused about where my place is in the world and where I stand in society.. So basically confused about everything.. One of those wired teenage angst days were I'm a little annoyed at the world and everyone in it... Got kind of annoyed at my friend today in chemistry. Her and her soon to be either boyfriend or long-lost brother were arguing once again... Why did we put both in the same team... My team to be exact for review game... Well, we won anyways.. But they were arguing and both blamed the other when it takes TWO to argue... I don't know How I'm going to convince them of this rather obvious point.....

Exams next week.. Get to exempt two.. Yay! Five to take including APUSH... Annoying but that's life so I'm fine. Excited for my internship starts in two weeks.

Don't know where life is leading me.. Law, Psychology, or Chemistry.

I'm being tugged into too many directions and all I want to be is where I am.

2005-01-12T13:38:00.000-08:00

Okay, so today wasn't too bad. We finished watching a Beautiful Mind in Psychology and that has to be one of the best movies I have ever seen. The movie is so well performed and the actors did an amazing job. Though, I'm really empathetic... I think a lot of women are.... And I felt slightly depressed after the movie even though it ends happily because of the depressing tone of the movie and the ongoing theme of despair. And... The British guy was very good-looking, I think he plays in Wimbledon. Anywho, so I have to finish my math poster, type up my rough draft of my essay for English, read for APUSH, and finish review packet for Science... And I have a Japanese test and a APUSH test tomorrow. Swamped! O.O

So, today was okay. I'm going skiing with Dan and Dan and Co-ruler sometime in the next two weeks and my Da shall escort us and watch over us... Tons of fun. Only problem is that I don't think we'll be getting any rain anytime soon.... >.<

Ja'ne

2005-01-11T13:11:00.000-08:00

Hello again. Wow, it's only Tuesday and it feels like Thursday. I had to check my planner at least four times today because I kept thinking I had a club to go to after school. Which I have to do Wednesday through Friday. But I don't. Besides an informative meeting on college application process hosted by College Board at 7.

Nothing much went on today. I found out that if I did well on my essay, obituary, and last debate we had in my social studies class that I will have a B in the class. This is a class I have struggled with because the pace is so fast and the reading monumental... Should have realized that because it's AP, but I took an AP course last year that wasn't that hard. Anywho, combined with my English grade... Which is good. It's a B this semester and on average of the two semesters a C+ because of the in-class essays we had to write. I'm horrible at them. So, besides those two, which are my hardest classes I have done pretty well this semester. I'm really happy about it.

It seems that I'm starting to get the hang of this school work/ home work thing. And after re-situating my room which has now made me a happier person and I really like working in my room now, that I'm working more. Which has a positive effect on my report card.

So, now I am about to start my math and finish my project, and then I have to read a short story my Ambrose Bierce called An occurrence at Oak Bridge, and then I have Japanese to finish (supposedly we're getting a student teacher which will be a huge plus and dare I say it... dundundun We might actually learn some Japanese), Chemistry worksheet, History to read, start on rough draft of essay for English, finish profile for newswriting... STUDY!!!!

Ja'ne

2005-01-10T18:21:00.000-08:00

Ok, so this is my fourth post in the span of about two hours... I'm just a huge procrastinator. Anywho, I've been really trying to get back into the swing of things since winter break. Working on projects and dare i say it... homework... but lately vei enenb lacksing ni ym udiest nda I ahve osme rojecpts hatt era vero edu usch sa ym USAPH bituoary and my emihcistry orlifep dan ym sewn itrinwsg lifopri no ym rangmethord. So besides all of that I've been doing well. My Psychology is up to date and my notebook finished. THough I need to start reading more for apush I think that i've been doing well. Another big thing in my future is the SATs.. shudder. I've been practicing and studying for a year and a half and still don't feel prepared. I've taken LAtin and excelled at Algebra... I tried a practice SAT, the new ones, and I got a 5 out of 6 on the essay. I was pretty happy for that, but the question was about competition and told me to use literary and historical back up information. So I used the book Black Boy which we read last year for english and basically made some stuff up... yet, they thought I did a good job..though maybe what i though I made up I really read.. So yeah, I don't know. Then I used Abraham Lincoln and Andrew carnegie as two historical figures who were competitive and thus rose to the top to success from very poor backgrounds. I wonder if I could use someone in regular fiction to back up my points in the essay for the SAT also.. though that probably wouldn't be as acceptable. I should probably stick with out english literature, ne? So, right now I could be either organizing my folders/binders, working on my math project, or starting a rough draft for my Huck Finn Essay. But I don't think I will. Or I will just not at this moment... maybe tomorrow at school. Or later tonight. Though I think I'm about to pass out from exhaustion right now. I went to bed last night at 12:30 and woke up at 5:45 to finish my math project which i didn't. And then I realized that I didn't have to turn it in until Wensday because I got an extenstion ^_^ I was sick for three days last week. I swear! Whole fever, and stomach thing. The Flu is a nasty little bugger.

So I start my internship soon and am really excited. I'm hoping the busier I am the more I will work. Which oddly enough works in my case. And thursday I have a debate I have to prepare for that I was jsut told about today. BAh! stupid people! me included. So this maundering is pointless, but fun. I really like the thought of keeping a journal. It works really nicely. Anywho, so, there is this guy who I think I like and whom I think likes me.. but I don't know. Me and two other friends.. Katherine and Dan are going with him and me.. skiing. No biggie. But he's helping me with my News Writing and all and sometimes I find myself acting like his girlfriend in a way... but that could just be me trying to find a guy liking me when all he is trying to do is be my friend. Sometimes being a girl is sos complicated... Argh, that britney spears song just came into my head.. not a girl, not yet a woman... or something like that. Oi! I just want to stay in my Chemistry and Math and Psychology class forever and never come out.. well that and my Debate class. I love working on homework for those classes because I actually feel like I'm accomplidhing something. I just am not that fond of essays. I mean I understand they are just like arguments just written down, but I don't enjoy writing them. I guess no one really does though. I love my Apush class, but the reading is monstous and because I haven't been keeping up I feel like I haven't learned anything. It's really annoying. I am so annoyed at myself and yet so unsatisfied yet I don;t want to take the initiative to change it. Some Gryffindor I am. WOnder why I was sorted into Ravenclaw then huh, when I don't enjoy most learning. Though I rather love chemistry. and APUSH, though the teacher is a bore. Japanese is fun, but the teacher is so horrible. He really loves the language, but he's really bad at teaching. I wish I was still in latin. I could be translating Cicero and Catullus this yaer. I would go for some Catullus any time then the boring period I stay in Japanese. He does have some rather hilarious, well graphic poetry does he not. Anywho, I'm not saying I don't like Japanese, just that it gets very boring. And the number of Kanji is amazing. And the freshmen in the class whine so much.. I really want to hit them sometimes.

Anyways, that's more than enough rambling for me. Time to go find some Blaise/Hermione Fanfiction. I love Blaise. He is so romantic and slytherin and arty and Italian (father approved). ^_^

2005-01-10T16:46:00.001-08:00

Thoughts
They run through your mind
Peeking into your boxes stacked up
wobbling ever so slightly
ready to tumble
to crush your mind
they dance around
they perform odd acts of injustice
they think... a lot
and then think some more
they stomp around your ears
drumming your head with pain
wanting to be heard
tiny nymphs of yourself
faeries littering the ground
where fantasy rules
and reality drools
where your inner most feelings
and desires become no less than
a pot of gold
where your hopes and dreams
turn solid and tangible
where tedious tasks
are finished with dexterity
and SATs practiced everyday
both a utopia and a prison
a perfect angel
and nasty devil
where the cardboard mask
is peeled off
and sometimes burnt
where your face is worshipped
where your body desired
where your life is worth
more than theirs
a utopia that rules with cruel justice
a world where truth is the next great adventure
and where those long gone
stop for tea now and then
a place of security
a place of terrorism
a country full of hippies
with long matted hair
and skin that glows an
iredescent white
where lilacs and roses
our a thing of the past
and dasmels in distress
rescue the knight
a place to be worshipped
a place to be revered
a place belonging to each
one of us
a place to call our own
a place in all
to be free
our mind
our thoughts
our desires
our soul

Random Quote

2005-01-10T16:46:00.000-08:00

TO BE GREAT IS TO BE MISUNDERSTOOD

- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Black

2005-01-10T16:17:00.000-08:00

Striding through the crowded streets she craned her neck up to peek at the tall buildings looming in the distance. The city was thriving with noise of automobiles honking their horns and gibberish in different languages was shouted.
She stopped at the corner of 9th street and Montrose sniffing the air with satisfaction as she gazed at the stalls lining the streets of the Italian market.
A voice yelled her name up ahead dragging the adolescent out of her security and warmth vibrating off of the streets. She looked ahead spotting her friend yelling and waving her hands desperately trying to get her attention.
The girl smiled as she glanced back at the market once more and took off at a run towards her friend schoolbag bouncing at her hip and loose hair streaming behind her. School was about to start.
Cecilia Angelina Monatelli was ready for school. Her uniform pressed, her shoes shined, and her wild mop of black hair tamed into submissiveness after a night of curlers and incessant pulling.
Angel was an average 15-year old teenage girl living in the suburbs of Philadelphia. Well, average for the late 1950’s that was.
School was a constant stress factor in her life as the nuns became meaner every year and acne became more of a pest. Angel attended one of the best catholic schools in Philadelphia. St. Charles of Borromeo, an all girls school whose nuns were the worst of the lot.