Through the Storms to the Horizon

Happy Blogging

2008-07-25T00:01:00.001+02:00

It seems I have been Happily blogging for 3 years (off and on) here. I really need to get back to it.
As you have read in Novy News, I moved and have had a change in RL
I have a dog now as you can see in Wulfgar News
and I just spent 6 wonderful weeks with my daughter here.

So here's to another year...

Love Don't Seem To Be Fair: Book 1- A Heart's Mirage (Chapter Five

2008-02-05T15:53:00.000+01:00

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Donna opened the Camero door and went to sit down. Looking down she saw a small white jewelry box. “Is this for me?”

“Well maybe it is for my other girl friend.” Greg said with a smile.

Donna opened it with a smile, “Other girl friend my ass.”

“Happy Birthday.” He replied as she took it out. It was a necklace made of white gold. It had a white gold teddy bear holding a heart. “Do you like?”

Donna gasped with excitement, “I love it!”

“See the heart is hollow.” Greg pointed out.

“I see. I love it thanks,” Donna kissed Greg.

He smiled, “Oh now I am not sure I should give you the other.”

“Other? You got me something else?” The teen girl couldn’t believe it.

Greg just pointed, “Glove box.”

Donna slowly opened it, first peeking and then snatched it open hard. A fluffy white teddy bear popped out like one of those worms in a can gags. Tied around this bear’s neck was a small heart shaped box. Inside was a white gold bracelet adorned with small teddy bear charms. Donna didn’t speak she just grabbed Greg’s neck and hugged him tightly.

“Good Morning Girls,” Kris said as he reached around April, Melissa, and Termite. In his hand was a birthday card for Donna, “Happy Birthday Donna. Now see this is much better than that old fake locket you wear. This is real. I thought you were going to wait to give it to her. I wanted to see her face. Did I even get any credit?”

“Credit?” Donna asked.

“Yeah, I didn’t know what to get you. Kris helped pick it out, but I bought it.” Greg said as he gave a friendly shove to Kris.

“Well thank you too. Both of you have made me feel very special.” Donna gave both Kris and Greg a kiss on the cheeks.

Kris stepped up, “Oh I could go for another one of those.”

Greg gave Kris another friendly push and they walked with the rest of their group a way from the car up and up to the school.

After a long school day Donna returned home and was sitting in her room thinking, “Well he can’t keep me on restriction forever.”

“Donna front room.” Danny yelled.

She came into the front room and to her surprise spotted Greg and Kris on the couch. “What are you doing here?”

Greg whispered, “Well, I know you weren’t having a party so I came and begged your Dad to let us give you something.”

“What?” She asked. Greg then pointed and sitting on the entertainment stand was a cake and a big brown stuffed bear. “Thanks.” Donna smiled.

Greg then took a deep breath, “Okay I will be right back.”

“Where are you going?” Donna watched as Greg moved cautiously to Danny’s room.

Kris gulped, “Good Luck.”

“Kris?” she turned and asked. Kris placed a finger over her lips.

When Greg knocked he immediately spoke, “Mr. Braunt, sir?”

“What is it Greg?” Danny’s voice was low and full of authority.

“Would you like a piece of cake sir?” He asked Danny.

Donna’s father was very quick and to the point, “No.”

“Sir, I know that Donna is on restriction but I would really like to take her to dinner, a special dinner for her birthday at an expensive restaurant. I made the reservations long before she was put on restriction, please sir.” The teen boy trembled as he stared at Donna’s father.

Danny stood in a white under shirt and military sweat pants, facing away from Greg his large broad arms folded into his chest. Greg turned to Kris and Donna. Donna felt the need to rescue Greg. “Greg, thanks but I am being punished. You have really done a lot.”

“Ten o’clock and no later. Now shut my door.” Danny returned to his books and Greg did what he was told and shut the door leaving Danny to his privacy.

Donna didn’t change, she pulled on her shoes and left wearing the tattered jeans she had on. Greg and Kris were not dressed in anything but jeans either. As the maitre d’ led them to a table, the three teens received sneers from other patrons wearing suits and fancy dresses. It made Donna very self-conscious but didn’t at all seem to bother the boys.

Donna and the boys ordered lobster dinners and drinks. The restaurant was so quiet that she thought you could hear a pin drop. She commented how everyone was starring at them.

Kris grinned evilly, “Oh I can fix that,” Kris then cleared his throat and clanged his glass of water with his spoon, “Me-me-me…” To Donna’s embarrassment Kris began singing as loud as possible, “Old Mac Donald sitting on a fence… trying to make a dollar out of twenty-five cents. O------old Mac Donald…”

Donna sunk down into her seat as Greg kicked Kris, “Man, are you crazy? They are going to ask us to leave.”

At that moment an out burst came from Kris louder than before, “E - I - I wanna piece a pie cuzzzz

O---old Mac Donald is sitting on a fence.” Donna started to laugh and Greg followed. They were laughing so hard and loud that they got everyone’s attention.

Donna was still laughing when she went into the house waving bye to the boys as they drove off singing together, “O---old Mac Donald…”

Donna reached for the door knob and noticed her wrist was bare. Donna searched the yard but didn’t find it. She was sitting on the couch crying as she waited for Greg to call her back.

Danny’s bedroom light came on. “Donna, sweetheart is that you?” Donna had been crying so hard and for what seemed a long time that she couldn’t speak. She could just point at her bare wrist. Finally, she was able to tell her father she lost her watch.

Danny tried comforting her, “Donna it is probably in Greg’s car. Calm down.”

Greg searched his car and even drove back to Donna’s house. Greg, Donna, and Danny drove to the restaurant and searched for it. They even asked if it had been turned in. Eventually Donna had to face the fact that she would never see that watch again. It was gone and she couldn’t stop crying. She knew it was expensive. She knew it was not a small price for her dad. Most importantly, it was special. What ended up being a perfect day had become a tragedy and Donna couldn’t focus on anything else. She had place more sentimental value on this watch than any of the gifts she had received.

There wasn’t much any one could say to Donna. She returned to her room. She looked around at the other sentimental treasures she had. She wished she had not worn it, but she had and now it was gone Donna cried herself to sleep.

After her birthday was thanksgiving. This was a time for family and the official start of the holiday seasons. Donna’s family had been insisting on meeting Greg and now the moment of truth was at hand. It was time and there was no getting out of it. Marie was especially looking forward to meeting Greg. Donna and Marie had not gotten to see much of each other. Marie moved back in with her mom and was hiding something. Donna was looking forward to finally seeing Marie again. She just had to wait a few weeks longer.

During all of her night rendezvous, Donna had gotten to know most of Greg’s friends. She even got to know Katrina’s brother Kevin. Katrina still bullied her. Donna felt very strange eating with Greg’s family. It wasn’t an easy task to convince her parents to say yes. Donna knew Dave and Brenda didn’t care for her and truthfully, she really didn’t care for them. Greg Sr. was always really nice to her and treated her as if he thought she was a sweet young lady. Anne always treated her as a gold digger and Donna’s was about to meet his oldest sister for the first time.

Donna thought about Buddy. How would she react if it were Buddy? All of this made Donna uncomfortable so having Katrina calling her out in the middle of dinner as if they were in an old western wasn’t helping.

Brenda was frightened of Katrina. Apparently, the bully girl already attempted to beat up Brenda. Donna knew she couldn’t continue to run. Marie, Nana, and her Aunts had taught her to stand up against bullies and that is what it had finally come to. Donna would probably get hurt but she had to face this girl. She politely pardoned herself as got up from her table.

Greg went to say something and Donna stopped him, “No I am going to settle this now.” It was obvious from their reaction that no one in Greg’s family was at all pleased with the decision Donna made. Nevertheless, Donna went outside, walked up to Katrina and laid everything out in the open. “Katrina, Here I am. You want to fight me, here I am. You are bigger and you will probably hurt me but I am not now or ever going to run from you. I am not going to let you run my life by bullying me. If you want to fight me, here I am. But I am not running from you and I am not breaking up with Greg. So go ahead take your best shot.”

To Donna’s amazement Katrina smiled, “Damn you got some guts girl. More than that little mousy witch hooked up with Dave. I like you. I like you a lot.”

Katrina didn’t say anything else and Donna just watched and thought silently, “I‘ll be. Nana was right.”

After dinner, Donna couldn’t wait to be taken out of the spotlight especially with everyone looking at her as if she was a hooligan. Kevin waved Greg down as they pulled out of the driveway. Her boyfriend yelled at the fool, “Man you trying to get run over.” Kevin was panicked, “Hey man we got to get Allen. He just called from some guy's place. He is drunk and got in the really bad fight.”

“Greg? We were suppose…” As she was speaking Greg yelled at her.

“Damn it Donna! This is serious. Allen and I grew up together. We are more like brothers than Dave and me. His mom and mine have known each other since before we were born.” He turned the car in the opposite direction.

Donna didn’t argue because in her eyes family came first even those who weren’t technically family. “Understood Greg, let’s go.”

Donna waited in the car as Greg and Kevin went up to the house. As soon as she saw Greg and Kevin coming, she instinctively moved over to the hump. Greg got in and Kevin climbed in the back. Donna was facing Greg when a lanky and very drunk boy crawled in beside her. Simultaneously they turn toward each other and said, “I will be damned.”

Donna continued, “Richard. Oh my god.”

Richard immediately put his arm around Donna as if she was a long lost friend, a very close long lost friend.

Greg inquired, “You know each other?”

“Man, remember when you, Fred and I took those girls to the mud hole?” Allan stated with a slur. After a nod and yes from Greg, Allen continued, “That is her cousin, Marie. Man what a fucking small world.”

Richard was drunk and bleeding from a cut on his head. Donna stated, “I am dating Greg now.”

“Really, Alright man! Give me five. You done real good buddy. Yep this is a real keeper here.” Richard hugged Donna tightly and Donna gave Greg an uncomfortable look.

“Okay Allen you are drunk.” Greg pushed Allen away.

The young teen just smiled, “Ain’t I always.”

Kevin finally spoke, “Come on Burnout let the girl breathe.”

After Greg made sure everyone was in, he proceeded to start the car and drive away. Donna then asked the question clearly on her mind, “So why is Greg calling you Allen, I thought your name was Richard?”

“It is but it’s also my stupid, fuck up dad’s name so everyone calls me Allen because I hate fucking being called junior or little Richard.” Allen explained.

Donna then asked, “I see. Why didn’t you tell me your name was Allen then?”

“I don’t fucking know maybe cause I wasn’t drunk.” Allen was a jovial sort.

She then inquired, “Which do you prefer to be called?”

“Well now that we are practically family, call me Allen.” He leaned forward after speaking.

“Man, don’t barf in my car.” Greg warned as he pulled Allen’s arm from around Donna again.

Donna like Allen, he was always relaxed, just a laid back, fun loving kind of boy. She actually had missed him and this was weird since she had only met him the one time. However, Marie had shared many stories about their dates so perhaps it made her feel as if she knew him better.

Love Don't Seem To Be Fair: Book 1- A Heart's Mirage (Chapter Five

2008-02-01T15:57:00.000+01:00

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Donna felt as if her home was a prison. She did most all the cleaning, like this mourning Donna was cleaning the kitchen. She had filled the ice trays and was placing them into the freezer when she saw a candy bar in the freezer. She was hungry and though it didn’t belong to her, she took it. The chocolate was sweet and delicious. Donna never gave the chocolate bar another thought.

She and Greg went out to dinner but when she got home, everyone was sitting in the living room waiting for her. Donna thought, “Oh know, not another family meeting.” Every time her parents heard of a child going missing or being molested on the news, they would call a family meeting to discuss, “things that as a family we should talk about. Why? Because these things can happen even to our family.” It was as if her parents didn’t consider having this parent /child talks until the news reported something bad.

Donna certainly didn’t enjoy them. She had her reasons. Reasons she promised herself she would never discuss with anyone again. Reasons she promised she would forever forget. She hated these talks. Donna knew that these conversations were a waste of time. What good is talking when no one wants to hear the truth? If you tell them then you are branded a liar. The families solution to resolving a problem was by ignoring that it existed so why have these talks.

“Donna is here now,” Sherry called her face red from crying.

As Donna took a seat beside her, she realized that Sherry had to have been sitting there for sometime. “What is going on?”

“Quiet!” Donna froze, her dad was upset. Danny came in and looked at them both. “Who took the candy bar from the freezer today? It couldn’t have been your brother he is to small to reach the freezer.”

Sandra spoke, “It couldn’t have been Sherry. So, I think it is time to stop brow beating her. You know it was Donna. She always causes the problems in this family.” Donna sat silently as she watched Sherry leave to her room. Her mom was right, it was her. She did take it and she knew she should tell them she did but looking at her dad and how upset he was she didn’t. She realized that Sherry was no longer in trouble or in threat of being in trouble. Donna pondered quietly how sad her situation was. How sad it was that she had to be afraid to say yes I took the candy bar. She said nothing.

“Did you take the candy bar?” He father asked.

Donna wanted to tell the truth, Donna wanted to say yes but when she opened her mouth it wasn’t ‘yes’ but ‘no’ that came out. Why couldn’t Donna tell the truth? Why was she so afraid? Her mother often told stories about how Donna was treated when she was just a baby.

Sandra almost was bragging, “Danny and Donna’s God Father Max would come home after being on base all day. They were hard on Donna because they didn’t want her to end up being spoiled. I wasn’t allowed to pick her up and hold her unless it was to feed, change, or move her. They spanked her for every little thing. One time Danny had punished her for running and knocking over his grandfather down. While he finished his breakfast he made her sit by him and instructed her not to move. Later, it was a nice night to have dinner outside so we were setting the outside table for dinner. Everyone was seated, everyone but Donna. We couldn’t find her and later we found her where Danny had told her to sit. She hadn’t moved or spoke since that morning. At the age of three, she would run and hide the minute he came home.”

Donna didn’t know if this was true. As far as she remembered, her father was never abusive, at least not to her. He was strict and he yelled a lot. He was the perfect image of a Drill Sergeant, but if there was any truth, even a little bit of truth to Sandra’s story it could explain why Donna reached out to any kind of love that was offered to her. Even love she didn’t want or need.

“Donna, don’t lie to me. You are the only one who could have taken it.” Donna didn’t confess. She firmly insisted she didn’t take it. “Fine, you’re on restriction until you tell me the truth. Your seventeen-birthday party is canceled. When you come to tell me you took it you have to tell me what kind so I know you aren’t just saying you took it.” Nothing more was said.

Donna became stubborn. She refused to confess though she didn’t know why. She bought another candy bar just like the one she took and from the freezer door flung it behind the stove. She tried to make it look as if it flew across the room after someone jerked the freezer open hard. She knew she couldn’t do anything to lead her farther to it or they would know she had planted it there. Therefore, she waited for someone else to find it.

The morning of her birthday she was sulking in her room as she got ready for school. She heard Danny open the kitchen door and call through her door, “Donna!”

“I am getting dressed Daddy.” She stated.

He continued to talk through the door, “When you leave for school leave from the front door.”

“Yes Sir,” Donna acknowledged through the door. She threw clothes about as if she was having a tantrum. In fact she was having a tantrum, a teenager’s temper tantrum. She stomped into the house slamming doors loudly. She walked into the front room and noticed that her dad had already left for work. “Damn, why did he want me to come in here!” Donna turned to see a gift wrapped in pink silk paper and tied with yellow ribbons.

It was a small box and underneath it was a birthday card.

She filled with excitement she didn’t expect a gift despite the fact he never forgot any of her birthdays. She ripped the paper off exposing a box with a watch inside. It was a fancy silver watch with a diamond. Donna just looked at its beauty. She fondled it in her fingers and noticed something on the back. It was engraved, for my little girl, love always daddy. Donna smiled and put it on her wrist.

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Love Don't Seem To Be Fair: Book 1- A Heart's Mirage (Chapter Five

2007-12-17T15:55:00.000+01:00

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Donna was hysterically rocking back and forth on her bed, armed with a kitchen knife; she jumped when she heard a tapping at her window. She raised her window to find Greg waiting.

“Evening sunshine…” Greg stopped in mid-sentence and starred into Donna’s face. “Donna what’s wrong.”

“They are going to kill me?” She looked horrible, how long had she been like this?

“Who?” He asked with great concern.

“Come in…” Donna went and opened the back door letting Greg in. She was acting paranoid and trembled fiercely. Donna returned to her room with Greg. He reached for her and she jumped. “I can’t do this.”

“Can’t do what?” He asked again, trying to understand what was happening.

She glared hatefully at him, “I am in pain, Greg. A lot of pain and you don’t care.”

“Donna…” he sighed.

She began to beg, “Greg, I need you to call Roxie. I need you to buy something from her.”

“Roxie who? Wait! No Donna!” Greg questioned and then exclaimed in a loud whisper.

Donna protested, “Greg, I am in pain….”

“Donna, Where? Show me.” She pointed to her knee and Greg laid her back. He gently massaged her knee, “Donna, talk to me, please. You were fine last night. What happened today? Why do you think someone is going to kill you?”

Donna began blubbering hysterically and her explanation wasn’t making any sense. Not that anyone could possibly understand her at this point. Greg kissed her gently and then whispered calmly, “Try again but slowly. Try breathing.”

His other hand caressed her back and she flinched. Greg lifted her shirt to see and she began crying hard. Donna’s back was covered with red whelps. The red swollen marks had a white hallo and were already bruising.

He clenched his teeth in rage, “Donna who did this?” Donna just cried as she buried her head into his chest. He asked again, “Donna, please.”

“Before Daddy left he said to clean the kitchen. He said if I wanted to go out with you next weekend I had to have it done. He said I had to keep it clean all week. Daddy said he didn’t want a half-ass job done either. I was cleaning it. I had my radio on and I didn’t hear mom calling me. I didn’t mean to be bad. I didn’t mean to be bad…” Donna began to get hysterical again.

Greg remained calm, “Shh… Donna I am here. Don’t get upset just tell me what happen. Please, Donna.”

“Momma was mad. I guess her and Daddy got in a fight. That is why I had my radio so loud, I guess. Oh, Greg I just didn’t want to hear it.” Donna began sobbing and Greg let her cry.

He waited sometime and then asked her to continue. “Donna I want to understand, please.”

“Daddy was leaving. Why won’t Momma just let him leave? He does it because he doesn’t want to hit her. She just won’t stop,” Donna lifted her head, wiped her tears and turned away from Greg. “When I was a kid, When Daddy was still in the Air Force, He would hit Momma. She would bleed and cry. I was about five but I can still remember it. I use to take Sherry and hide in the closet. Things got broke and Momma would even get broke. One day Daddy hit Momma and her nose was bleeding and her eye was black. She screamed that she was going to kill him. That she would wait for him to go to sleep. He told her not to wait. He got a knife, threw it on the floor at her feet, and told her to just do it. Momma went to run from him and he grabbed her hair. Oh, Greg he had his hands around her throat. They were fighting because… it was something about his uniform but I don’t remember what. He had it partially on. He was angry about his uniform but I don’t remember what about. I just remember him strangling her. I grabbed the knife, jumped on the bed, and pointed it at him. I cried and ask him not to hurt Momma I told him I didn’t want to hurt him but I would if he hit Momma anymore. He let Momma go and she ran in the bathroom. He sat on the floor with his head in his hands. He kept saying he was sorry. I told him I loved him, he looked up, and promised me he would never hit Momma again. Daddy left and stayed on Base for a while but when he came back, he kept his promise. He has never hit Momma since. He hits the wall and break things but only because Momma corners him. He tries to leave and she won’t let him. Sometimes it is as if she wants him to hit her. She throws things at him. She throws plates, glasses, knick-knacks, and anything that she can grab. She did it again today. He was leaving and before he left they got in a fight. He tried to walk a way and she followed him to the car. She threw something and broke the driver’s side window. They just kept screaming at each other. So, I turned my radio up. Momma was mad. I don’t when daddy was finally able to leave but he left and she was calling for me. I didn’t hear her. I didn’t mean to be bad.” Donna began to cry uncontrollably again.

Greg asked in a calm whisper, “Donna, what happened to your back.”

“Momma came in and shattered my radio. She threw it up against the wall and then kept stomping on it until it was into pieces. She hit me in the back with her fist. She said it was my fault. I don’t understand what I did but she kept saying it was my entire fault. She took the cord from my radio and started swinging it at me.” Donna sobbed again and again until she cried herself asleep. Greg stayed holding her and in the morning he crept out and waited by his car.

Donna got dress for school and left with Greg to his house. When they arrived, both of Greg’s parents were leaving. Anne and Greg Sr. looked at Greg; who was still wearing the cloths he had on the day before, and Donna; whose face was red from crying, as they walked into the house. She was emotionally drained and just went straight to his bedroom, where she could be alone.

Donna stopped going to her French class. She instead spent the mornings with Greg. She began making a habit of skipping classes as well. Sometimes they would go out to the Sand Company. Donna commented how different it looked during the day from when she had seen it at night. On other occasions they would go out to the beaches and do some swimming. Kris finally got over being mad and was tagging along with them. Even Sherry and Debbie would come from time to time. Greg would come over to Donna’s house after school and they would do homework together and at night, she would sneak out with Greg. On some of those nights, he would spend the night with her. They always seemed to have so much to talk about but if there was a moment of silence it wasn’t awkward, just a moment to cherish.

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Love Don't Seem To Be Fair: Book 1- A Heart's Mirage (Chapter Five)

2007-12-13T15:54:00.000+01:00

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Donna got up an answered the phone it was Greg telling her he was home. “Come get me.”

“Now?” He asked.

“Yes now.” After hanging up the phone, Donna told both her parents she was going to the library. “Greg is going to take me. I need to check out some books for my science project.”

Donna didn’t stay in the library long. Donna had already done most of the research she needed to do. She and Greg went to his house. She watched as they added things to the car engine. Donna asked many dumb questions attempting to act as if she was interested. Later that night, she snuck out, jumped in the hot rod Camero, and was off with Greg again, “Where to now?”

Greg had a look of someone wrestling with a problem, “Well, I am going to pick up a friend but first we need to talk.”

“About?” The Teen glanced in the side view mirror.

Donna’s boyfriend spoke clearly, “Your drug habit. Donna, it has to stop.”

“I said I would quit.” Quickly she was on the defense.

Greg sighed, “Donna, I mean it please.”

The teen snapped back, “Okay don’t keep on.”

Together they went and got James. He was depressed about him and his girlfriend fighting, “Man I need to talk to Dave. Is he at your house?”

“No I don’t think so. I think he and Fred went to the Sand Company.” Greg stated.

Her eyes lit up, “What is the Sand Company?”

“Just another hang out. It is out toward the beaches.” He tossed her a look.

James looked around Donna as if she wasn’t there, “Greg take me out there. I really need to talk to Dave.”

Greg tossed her another look, “Donna, want to see the Sand Company?”

“Sure.” What kind of question was that? Of course she wanted to see it…

They drove a while and then turned off the expressway. Donna had no idea where she was. She looked out as they drove down a long stretched road that was almost like an airline runway. There were large 4x4 trucks equipped with roll bars and with lights on the top coming toward them. At the end of the strip of road though there was nothing but Sand, abandoned heavy equipment and 4x4 trucks galore.

The trucks were driving around in circles or up and down hills. You couldn’t see the trucks just thousands of headlights. The headlights were like busy bees.

James pointed, “Can you get down there?”

“No James not without burying the Camero.” Greg snapped.

The boy opened the door before the car had come to a complete stop, “Damn, well just park here. He probably has his truck up on old smoky.”

James got out and Donna turned to Greg. “Old Smoky?”

Her boyfriend placed an arm around her and pointed out in the vast darkness, “Yeah, a big Sand hill that is at a difficult angel. It is hard to get up on the top of it. Only a few can make it. Only the ones we call the kings of the mountains.”

She was overwhelmed, “I’ve played that game but this gives it a whole new meaning.” Just then, the door flung open and James jumped in. Greg looked at his friend, “That was fast.”

“He isn’t here. Sammy said he might be out at Emerson.” James gave a nodded signaling for Greg to start the car. They drove back toward mud hole. There were more trucks out there than the night before but not Dave.

James just cussed, “Maybe at the Big K.”

“Big K?” Donna asked again.

“Don’t you know anything,” James snapped.

Greg put his arm behind her. “The Big K as in the burger joint. Sometimes we hang out there in the parking lot.”

She gasped, “No way! Oh my god so she was sort of right.”

“Who?” James asked.

“My Aunt. I asked her where did everyone hang out and she once made this corn ball suggestion… Just forget it.” Donna decided not to relive that embarrassing moment. As they came close to the parking lot, she saw several teens parked and many driving in circles around the enormous parking lot.

“Greg, keep an eye out for cops.” James looked around.

Donna asked feeling a bit flabbergasted by it all, “Why?”

James rolled his eyes, “Because they don’t like us hanging around.”

“Oh I see.” She responded and then looked up, “Hey there is Kris,” Donna pointed out, “Wonder if he is still sore about last night.”

Greg smiled, his crook teeth shining like the smile of a crocodile, “Only one way to find out Donna.”

“Did I miss something?” James was now the one to make the inquiries.

To Donna’s relief Greg put it to rest, “Long story James. Not worth telling.”

“Hey Kris.” The group called.

“Hey yourself.” Kris jumped in the worn out black Vega and revved the engine.

Greg seeing he was still sore just waved a good bye. James reached around Donna and hit Greg in the arm with a punch, “Tighten up man.”

“Man you tighten up.” His friend responded, she noticed that James seemed to feel better. “Let me drive.” The tall lanky boy begged.

Greg who was a bit heftier just shrugged, “No way, James.”

Still his friend begged, “Come on man. Let me drive.”

“I am hungry Greg. Let’s go through the drive thru.” Donna interrupted.

James pointed to one entrance, “Yeah Greg, you better, the pig patrol just pulled in.”

“Yeah I see them.” Greg pulled the car into the line waiting at drive thru.

“I hate to say this but driving around in circles is boring,” Donna said with a yawn.

“Let’s go out to the St Mary’s river.” James suggested and then continued; “I will drive.” “Alright James but keep it at the speed limit, too many cops around to be dogging it.” He changed seats with his friends.

After eating, as James drove, Donna and Greg jumped in the back. They made love while James acted as chauffeur. At some point Greg looked up, “Hey man this ain’t the way to the river. This looks like the middle of Casset.”

“I know,” James said busting out laughing, “Thought we would show off your bobbing ass.”

Greg punched his friend, “Real funny man. Pull over your not driving any more.”

Donna just let the music on the radio drown out the rest of the conversation as she stared hopelessly out the window. Soon she would have to return to her prison. Soon this freedom would have to end… How she wished it could last forever… Never had she has so much fun, felt so much a live… Donna realized just how isolated she was, just how much she didn’t know about the real world….

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Love Don't Seem To Be Fair: Book 1- A Heart's Mirage (Chapter Five

2007-12-07T11:50:00.000+01:00

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Greg and Donna went to his house to meet the crew. To her surprise, His house was packed except Greg Sr. and Anne were gone. Greg said his parents played bingo on Fridays and on some Saturdays. Greg’s brother Dave, Brenda, James, Fred, Kris, and Sammy were all there. There were also others there, others in which Donna didn’t know.

There were several Toyota 4x4s in the yard and Some Suzuki Samurais. Donna thought how his front yard looked like a car dealer’s lot, as she walked up to the house, she noticed them stripping one of the trucks. They were removing tires, rims, radios, and other parts.

“Okay are we going to the mud hole,” Kris asked.

Sammy lifted his head, “No man I can’t. I am going to help Dave strip this,” he turned to Dave; “You are giving me the amp right?”

“Yeah if you help get this done before my folks get back,” Greg’s brother was fussing over some tires.

Kris stomped away grabbing Greg’s arm. “Your brother is stupid. Come on let’s get out of here.”

“I don’t like going out to the mud hole in a car. I am going to end up getting stuck.” Greg was firm but also a bit whiny.

Kris was pushing, “Come on man.”

“Okay, James, are you coming?” Donna’s boyfriend was reluctant but gave in and turned to another friend.

The young teen held her breath, she didn’t want him to come, “No,” he replied.

“Fred?” Greg was going down the row.

“Yes just a sec man.” He held a finger up in response.

Finally the four of them piled up in the car and drove out to the mud hole. There was trucks driving around and some parked at bon fires. Greg carefully entered. On a couple of occasions the tired slipped in the mud but finally, the young teen managed to get the car up to one of the bonfires. They sat on the hood watch these trucks driving into mud. Donna watched the mud come up to their doors and in some cases over the hoods. She watched some get stuck and watched, as the trucks would strap snatch ropes to them and snatched them from the mud.

When Kris and Fred walked over to one of the trucks Donna whispered to he boyfriend. “Greg? What was the deal at your house?”

His response was sharp, “Donna don’t ask.”

“But I am asking.” She pressed.

“Donna, I don’t want to talk about my stupid brother.” He glared at her and then turned away.

“Okay.” She folded her arms and returned to watching the spectacle.

Everyone was drinking beer and after a while Fred rolled a joint. “Want some, Donna?” “Sure,” She jumped from the hood of the car and Greg tossed Donna a look of disapproval, “What its just pot. Want a puff?”

Greg bit down grinding his teeth, “No. You said you would quit.”

“It isn’t bad. It is just pot.” Fred agreed.

While Fred and Donna shared the joint Greg went and sat in the car. Not much later Greg jumped out, “Get in! We are leaving!”

“Where are we going?” She shrugged.

Donna’s boyfriend yelled, “Home!”

“Man Greg what is your problem,” Kris acted upset.

Donna listened to Kris whine about it being too early to go home. Finally, Donna told him to shut up. It wasn't that she didn’t agree with Kris, she just didn’t feel like arguing with Greg.

Fred decided that they needed a new topic for discussion. “Donna, do you know you and I are cousins?”

“No we aren’t.” She rolled her eyes at him.

He grinned, “Yeah, we are. You know Bubba Tykes? He is married to Kar…”

“Karma? Yes She is my Step-Aunt.” Donna turned to him.

Fred smiled like a cat with a prize, “Yeah well Bubba is my Uncle. He is my Dad’s half brother.”

“Well, then I guess we are cousins by marriage.” Donna’s eyes were big and they laughed.

While they were driving, Greg made some comments about a few black boys that he saw walking down the road. Donna was sitting between Greg and Fred with Kris in the backseat. She tried not to squirm.

His words burned her ears, “I can’t stand nigers.”

“Man, why not stop. We will beat the fuck out of those niggers.” Fred offered, Donna shrinking her seat.

“Three of us and three of them.” They continued to talk but Donna didn’t speak.

This was not the first time she heard Greg say something prejudice against blacks. She always tried hard to change the subject. What was worse is she had heard the horrible comments he made often and knew them now by heart, “Any white girl who as much shows interest in a Niger needs to be hung.” Sometimes his comments scared her. Despite the fact she knew it was wrong, despite the fact that she didn’t agree with hating or judging a person by race or color, she would act as if she too didn’t like black people. However, every time it made her uncomfortable not mention that it killed a small piece of her self. She was killing herself, killing her spirit that is as she alienated herself from her true friends, for what she thought was love. No one was to blame but Donna herself.

“Yeah, well Greg needs to watch who he is dating then.” Kris’ words drove fear into Donna.

Everyone turned to Kris, “What is that suppose to mean.”

“From what I hear Donna is a Niger lover. In fact I hear she kissed one.” Kris announced.

All eyes fell on Donna and she suddenly felt as if she was a criminal as Greg continued to question his friend, “And who told you this Kris?”

“A reliable source.” Kris added.

“Donna is this true?” As Greg asked, Donna held her breath. She thought to herself and thought she couldn’t lie. So, what if she like all people despite their color and even kissed someone from another race, but before she could confess proudly that yes, she had liked and kissed a black boy, Greg warned, “Donna, This is serious. I can’t date a Niger lover. I could never be with you if you like those people. That is so sick. There has to be something seriously wrong with you if it is true. You need an ass kicking or to be shot and buried somewhere no one would find you. No hung from the school flag pole with a warning to other white girls.”

Donna listened as she saw a look in his eyes that scared her. She had been frightened many times but not like this. What should she say? Hell he acted worse about this than when she said she might have VD. At that moment Donna said and did the worse thing she could ever do to herself. At that moment, she might have just cut her wrist or have committed suicide, “Pull this car over! Pull it over now! I want to settle this once and for all!”

As Greg pulled the car over everyone jumped out arguing.

“Donna, don’t deny it.” Kris was a lot taller than Donna but still Donna jumped in his face, standing bare foot on her tipi-toes. “You S.O.B.! I know you’re pissed because I chose Greg over you but to ruin my rep by even suggesting that I would ever have anything to with a….” She felt she had to say it… that fowl word… that horrible word… … She paused and thought to herself… just say it already... get this over with, “Niger… You SOB! The only good Niger is a dead one and you are a sorry ass. I am going to kick your fucking ass right here.” Donna’s chest hurt… She was in pain for saying something she didn’t believe in. Something that was horrible.

Kris jumped as if he was going to hit Donna and before she could respond Greg and Fred was in Kris’ face, “I think you better back off.”

“Yeah man your not hitting my cousin.” Fred offered.

Kris hesitated, “Greg man…”

“No Kris. You are just trying to break us up and it isn’t going to work. Have a nice walk.” Greg, Donna, and Fred got in the car and drove off leaving Kris standing there alone. Donna then insisted on going home. She remained silent. Well, she put on a good act but it wasn’t one she was proud of. Greg followed her into her bedroom and they made love. This is what she had sold her soul for. For what she thought was true love, she turned against another race. She couldn’t sleep unlike Greg who slept very soundly.

Donna watched the sun as it was coming up. “Greg, you need to go home.”

“Yeah, okay.” He replied and she watched from her window as he left.

As soon as she felt it was safe, Donna fell back in her bed and sobbed, that day a very special part of Donna died and she knew it. From this day forward, she hated the person in the mirror because for love she turned into one of the people she disliked the most. She knew she would never again be the same for she would always hate what she had become. She sobbed, “Donna you are not just a whore but a whore who is a bigot.”

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Author's note

2007-12-07T02:50:00.000+01:00

During my book you have seen warning labels for harsh language, Sexual content...

Harsh Language - my mom use to say in films, it was good but the language was a bit much. It wasn't really necessary. If and When I use profanities in my writing I do so to color the mood of the character, for example to show that Drugs is changing the personality of Donna (Love Don't seem to be fair character.)
Or because it shows how Nasty or foul another character is...

I try not to go overboard with this and only use it when in the real world I think it would be used...

Sexual Content - This for me is a big decision maker... I am not writing Porn but I write with the intent to make my fiction as real as possible...

Love Don't seem to be fair: Is about a teen girl. We see life through her eyes and as she grows we see how her perspective on things change.. Teens, Hormones and the difference between how a girl sees sex and a boy is explored... Donna looses her virginity and we see the experience from her eyes. She is nearly raped because she does things that are foolish and we read about this..

I try not to be too explicit and let the reader use his own imagination but a few times may arrive where I need the reader to know how intense the situation is, whether it is good or bad...

However I am not setting out to write Porn or Erotic books...

Racial Content -

In Love Don't seem to be fair, I have mentioned lightly the racism that surrounds Donna (the character)... As the book proceeds that content becomes more evident

It may also be found in the other books I write...

I want my readers to know that I am not prejudice at all! I remain color blind when I see people. I judge a person for who they are not because of color, religion or country... So forth and so on...

I am a pacifist and believe in loving thy neighbor as a true wiccan should... However it sadly exist in the world and it exist in the Character: Donna's world... for Love Don't seem to be fair

With this character I hope to show through the eyes of a young girl looking for love how horrible hate is and unfair the world can be... So some of the characters around Donna will be racists...

I never write these things as a good thing, because I do not believe it is... It is a scar, a horrible blemish on our world today... One that I believe we each should strive to abolish with in our selves.

Because some of the characters I write are prejudice some horrible racial language is use...
It is never easy for me to type, read or hear these hurtful, ugly and horrible words...

Maybe if we put a ugly face to the ugliness of hate, people will find a way to change.

Drugs-
In love Don't seem to be fair, we see drugs because every teen has to face it. Some have to deal with it more than others (depending on the choices they make)

I try not to make drugs seem cool, but since we are seeing it through someones POV I try to show things around them that screams.. She may think it is cool but no it isn't

I do not approve of drug use, but as a teen I did get mixed up in them and know how peer pressure is.

Though my experience was only 1-2 years, it was enough for me to use that to educate other teens and I hope help them make the right decision to stay clear of drugs...

Criminal Acts-
In many of my books there is crimes being committed.. I want my readers to know I do not approve of going against the law.. I am a writer and what I write is fiction..
Violence-

In my books you will find violence of different degrees...

In Love Don't seem to be fair - there is domestic violence especially in the latter books... There is abuse and neglect but to children, teens and women...
I do not condone this but I have known many women, children and girls (including myself) who have been victims... When I write, I combine all these POVs together... This is what gave me Donna...

When Two Worlds Collide- This is a Sci-fiction based on the after mass of war .... So yeah we got violence though I try not to go over board...

The Family Tree - Is a horro book so there is violence and some disturbing things that is going on. Here I play in the role of some one's psyche and family skeletons buried not in a closet but under a tree..

The Dark Competition- Is a Sci-fi horror. Fighting dark aliens across the galaxy yeah, you will have a lot of violence ;=) Here a colony sent to colonize a preexisting city finds that it is not as uninhabited as they thought... Seems the previous residents are still there and want more than rent :P
The Nomad - is a crime fiction about a girl investigating the murder of her sister...

Moon-napped - is a sci-fi story of a father searching for his son which has been kidnapped...

The Return, and others that haven't been titled...

I think you will find some violence in it all...

Where do you get your ideas... The Scary truth is that except for Love Don't seem to be fair... I had the blurbs come to me in dreams... that is right I dreamt the summary story...

Love Don't Seem To Be Fair: Book 1- A Heart's Mirage (Chapter Five)

2007-12-01T16:21:00.000+01:00

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Chapter 5
Fairy Tale Dreams

For high school, the major event was the homecoming game. During the game someone would be crowned Homecoming Princess and there was always a homecoming parade with floats. Greg of course invited Donna to go to the game with him.

Donna’s chorus prepared their float for the homecoming parade. A local farmer let them borrow a tractor and trailer but decorating it was up to them. Coming up with a theme was the hardest part and after long consideration, they came up with a mythological theme. Using cardboard, they built a pirate ship and frames for what looked like waves and rocks. They dyed carnations blue and use them as fillers to give the waves depth and used white carnations for the surf. The girls had fish tails and looked like sirens and the boys dressed as pirates and sailors. It took two weeks for them to finish the float and costumes. They just did have it ready in time for the homecoming parade. The Chorus’ float was voted as the most imaginative. Every one put a lot of time into it including Donna.

Her parents gave her permission to go to the game provided she took Sherry and Debbie. To helped Sherry and Debbie get in the spirit, the morning before school, Donna helped decorate their faces with blue and gold stars and glitter. She placed a large blue “P” on their left cheek and helped streak their hair with gold and blue hair spray. Sherry commented several times that she hoped it all would wash out. Neither Sherry nor Debbie had school t-shirts so Donna just let them borrow one of her plain blue t-shirts. Donna wore her chorus T-shirt from the year before under her costume and with her face painted was ready for the day’s planned event.

At the end of the school day they would have a prep rally followed by the parade and in the parking area to the football field was some carnival like games. Greg didn’t want to pay to go in and watch the game. Sherry and Debbie wanted to go in and so did Donna. However, she didn’t have the money for her ticket. Danny had given Sherry the money for her ticket. He would have given Donna some money but Donna expected Greg to pay her way, since it was sort of a date. Sherry and Debbie were disappointed that Donna wouldn’t be joining them. She told them after the game was over to meet her in the parking lot where she stayed watching the game from the hood of Greg’s car with binoculars.

Donna was disappointed that Greg didn’t want to pay the price to go in after he had invited her. In fact, he wanted to leave but she couldn’t leave. Why didn’t he understand that she couldn’t just leave her sister and Debbie there? Why didn’t he understand that she couldn’t just go somewhere else without letting her parents know? Didn’t he understand that this was better than having to stay home? However, Greg could go any where he wanted without ever telling anyone, so of course he didn’t understand.

While watching the game, Kris and James pulled up with Fred. They were riding with a heavyset boy Donna had not met yet, “Hey tonight we are going to Emerson want to join us?”

“What is Emerson,” Inquired Donna.

Greg waved to Donna, “Oh Sammy this is my girlfriend. Donna this is Sammy Samurai.” “Sammy Samurai? Nice name.” She was set back, it was a cool name.

Sammy, a heavy Philippian smiled, “It isn’t my real name it is a nick name.”

“Oh I see.” She returned the smile.

“Emerson is a mud hole, out off of Commonwealth,” Kris interjected.

Greg patted his car, “I really don’t like going in the Camero. This isn’t a 4x4 like your Samurai. Last time I went I got stuck.”

“If you get stuck, I will pull you out,” Sammy said.

Donna lit up, “Please, Greg I have heard of the mud hole but have never been to it. I would like to see it.”

“Okay sure. We will meet you, later.” Greg gave in and Sammy waved leaving with Kris, James, and Fred.

After the game was over Sherry came out with Debbie and Debbie informed them that she wasn’t going home. Donna snapped, “Whoa wait Debbie. We brought you and we will take you home as originally planned.”

“Donna you’re not my sister or my mother. I am going with a friend. Bye.” Debbie turned and walked away.

Greg was getting angry, “Donna I don’t like this. I hate for people to change plans on me.”

Donna didn’t say it but she was thinking how during the game he wanted to change plans and ditch Sherry and Debbie, “Greg I don’t like it either but what are we to do?” Donna went to the car that Debbie was getting into, “Debbie, Don’t ever ask me to take you anywhere. My boyfriend and his car isn’t a convenient free taxi for you.” She then turned and left. Sherry defended Debbie but Donna was angry. If something were to happen to Debbie, it would be her fault. She was made responsible for them. Greg took them home and pulled out to the end of the road to wait for Donna. After telling their parents about the game and saying good night, Donna went to her room. She waited for all the lights to go out and then she slipped out the back door and over the fence. Climbing into the car she smiled, “Are we ready?”

“Yep.” Her boyfriend replied as he revved the motor.

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Love Don't Seem To Be Fair: Book 1- A Heart's Mirage (Chapter Four)

2007-11-27T11:15:00.000+01:00

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Each school day passed by quickly. Donna rushed out the door, she was running late and far from ready. Donna really didn’t feel like going to school. With hot curlers still in her hair, Donna dashed out the back door and down the road to meet Greg. The young teen had managed to put on her make up but she didn’t do her hair yet. Sherry, Debbie, and their friend Tammy came running, “Hey give us a ride.”

“Okay, get in.” Donna was flushed.

Sherry and her friends were now freshmen at Donna’s high school, which Donna thought was cool, she never minded her sister being around. In fact, she liked it. In the car as Greg laughed at Donna, she pulled the curlers out, brushed and sprayed her hair.

“Man I don’t want to go to school today.” Donna sighed out loud. She was having problems concentrating in her classes. Every day she hated her Chorus class even more.

In the parking lot, they saw Kris, “Is it just me or does today feel like official skip day?” Kris’ statement took the words right out of Donna’s mouth as he walked up.

“Actually, Donna did say she didn’t want to go to school.” Debbie replied.

Kris was shocked, “Really? Well then let’s skip.”

“I don’t know.” Donna stated. Donna had skipped school a couple of times in eighth grade. It was the time of the big adult conspiracy as Donna called it. Sandra had went through her purse and found letters. This was how her parents found out she and two other girls skipped school. Even worse, they went to the school's principle. Donna sat in the principle’s office with her parents as she listened to what would happen to her for skipping school. It was bad enough her mom violated her privacy and went to the school about her skipping but now they wanted Donna to identify the others who had skipped school. All they had was one girl’s first name, Joan, and a girl named termite.

The principle also wanted to know whom the “others” her friend wrote about was. When they had skipped Donna and her friends met up with other students that had skipped. They hung in the woods beside the school waiting for the bell to sound so they could get to their bus. Donna refused to be a “rat”. She never could tell if her dad was proud for that or not.

She would never skipped chorus. So, she would wait until after chorus to ditch school but after getting caught and punished with in-school suspension she chose not to do it again.

“Come on Donna, we can go do something. What about you Greg want to skip?” Kris was always an instigator.

Greg shrugged, “I can skip but I have to go to work at twelve thirty.”

“Then forget it. I am not skipping and then ended up stuck the rest of the day,” Donna shook her head and then pointed a finger, “And if you skip, you have to skip all your classes or you get caught.”

Kris wasn’t giving up, “Donna has a point. Besides I don’t want to go to work either, Greg.”

“Hmmm. Well okay.” Greg was not sure.

“Sherry?” Tammy asked.

Sherry shook her head wildly, “Yeah sure I’ll skip.”

“Okay so what do we do?” Donna inquired.

Kris smiled, “We could go to Greg’s house and watch movies.”

“You got some movie’s Kris.” Greg asked.

“My dad has some tapes but I don’t want to watch them at my house.” Donna volunteered.

This seemed to please the boy, “Okay let’s go get a movie and then we can go and watch them at Greg’s house.”

“So is that it? We just sit watching movies all day?” Debbie asked.

The oldest teen shrugged and looked at her sister’s friends, “If we get bored we could do something else.”

“Like what?” Donna’s boyfriend huffed.

“Hey we could go out to Four Oaks,” Chris said to Greg.

Greg mumbled, “Maybe, we will see.”

Donna got a couple of movies and they went to Greg’s and watched them. They later went to four season’s to do a little swimming in a stream. Everyone was swimming in their cloths, everyone except Donna. She had pulled of her dress and was swimming in her undergarments.

Greg and Donna was making out and left the other splashing away to make love in the car. Afterwards Greg asked Donna about the homecoming game, “So you are going with me to see the game, right?”

“I have to ask my parents but I don’t think they will let me go.” Donna sighed.

The teen boy sat up with a huge smile, “I hope they do games can be fun. One time James and I played a practical joke on Prince Burger."

“You did what?” She was shocked.

Greg smiled very pleased with himself, “Yeah we placed a big order then left.”

“That was you? I got in trouble for that.” Donna punched at him playfully.

His mouth dropped open, “Well we didn’t think they would actually make the stuff.”

“Well they did and I got blamed for it.” Donna said as she reached for a foil paper.

“You’re not going to do that again?” Greg snatched away from her.

She got defensive, “My knee hurts.”

“Look Donna if you continue taking that stuff I am going to have to stop seeing you. I don’t do drugs. Hell, I don’t even smoke. Can you do that for me? Can you quit, please? If for nothing else to show me that you love me.” He begged and seemed to really care. Donna only answered with, “Okay Greg. For you.”

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Love Don't Seem To Be Fair: Book 1- A Heart's Mirage (Chapter Four)

2007-11-16T18:20:00.000+01:00

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Donna opened her eyes again realizing she smelt bacon cooking. As her surroundings came clear, she realized she was in Greg’s bedroom. Greg was a sleep beside her, “OH my god! Greg! Greg! Get up! Please Get up!” It was morning she had fell asleep. The teen boy jumped, “What!”

“Greg I got to get home,” Donna rushed out of Greg’s room.

Greg’s room was at one time the dinning room that was converted into a bedroom for Greg. There was no door just a curtain that separated his room from the kitchen. In the kitchen there was a tiny table pushed uncomfortable in a corner. Greg’s mom was standing at the stove. Her bangs were in curlers and she wore this heavy gawky red bathrobe and slippers.

“Morning.” She said to Donna as Donna darted past her.

Greg’s mom, Annabelle just sighed as she reached for a cigarette from the ashtray. Donna was panicked. How could she have fallen asleep? She couldn’t even remember how she got to Greg’s bedroom.

“Sherry! Sherry! Wake-up!” Donna shook her sister a sleep on the couch.

Annabelle or Anne as they called her hollered for Greg, “Rory get up and get some breakfast.”

“Sherry! We fell asleep! Oh my god Daddy is going to be pissed!” Donna had a look of terror in her face and when Sherry heard her words, she mimicked Donna’s pale expression.

“Perhaps you should call home.” Anne stated in a relaxed tone.

The house was waking and Greg’s father Greg Sr. was getting up as well. Donna went to the kitchen door and took the phone from Anne. Donna slowly turned to the wall and started to press the numbers one by one. Donna reacted to each press as if the phone would explode and her look mirrored how she obviously felt, that this would end up being her last phone call.

“Hello,” a worried voice answered.

“Mom?” The teen meekly squeaked.

“Donna, thank god. Where are you?” Sandra inquired.

Donna cleared the lump from her throat, “Well...”

“Donna dear hand me the phone.” Anne didn’t wait for Donna to give her the phone she took it and began talking, “Hi you must be Donna’s mother”

Sandra didn’t sound please, “Yes I am. May I ask who you are?”

“My name is Anne. I am Greg’s mom. Last night Greg got pick pocketed and he had to come here to get money for gas. While he was waiting for his father to get up, the kids fell asleep on the couch. We felt it best they didn’t try to drive home as tired as they were. I can send them home right now if you like but I am making breakfast and would like to feed them first.” Anne finally gave a pause so Donna’s mom could speak.

“I see. Well Donna’s father and I would have appreciated a phone call.” Sandra was nearly yelling at the other woman.

Anne agreed, “Yes ma’am you’re right.”

Donna’s mom interrupted. “Excuse me but I am not finished you had your say now it is my turn. Do you know how worried we have been? We were just about to call the police. As a parent you should have thought to have called us or at least have Donna call us. Now if you don’t mind I would like to speak with Donna.”

“Yes Ma’am but this is clearly all my fault. The kids...” once again Anne tried to speak.

Sandra raised her voice sharply, “Are you going to let me speak with Donna or not?” “Donna your mom.” Anna gave Donna the phone.

Sandra’s older daughter took the phone and acknowledged her mother and then listened as Sandra yelled, “Don’t ever put another person on the phone like that.”

Donna had a tear forming, “But Mom...”

“No buts! Where is Sherry?” Her mother screamed.

“Right here,” Donna felt the tears swelling in her eyes, “Sherry Mom wants to speak to you.”

Sherry took the phone, “Hey Mom... Oh well this is what happened...”

Her sister told the entire story and continued to add that she had fun more than once during their conversation, “Yes ma’am. Donna... Mom.”

Sherry was smiling and not at all in tears. Donna took the phone, “Ma’am?”

“Donna I understand... What was her name?” Sandra paused.

Donna sighed, “Mrs. Anne ma’am.”

“Well she said she was cooking breakfast so go ahead and stay but come directly home after. Donna we are glad your okay. We were worried.” Donna hung the phone back on the wall and told Anne they could stay to eat. The older Teen girl wasn’t looking forward to facing her dad. During the trip home, everyone was quiet. Donna finally broke the silence; “I'll probably be grounded until doom’s day.”

“Well we will see each other at school.” Greg stated flatly.

As they pulled into the driveway Donna’s brother came running out. “Hey! Why didn’t you take me?” Buddy talked like tweety bird. He was a blue-eyed and red hair cherub. Donna ruffled Buddy’s hair, “Because we were going to be out late.”

“Hey give me five little man.” Greg stated.

Donna liked the quick Big brother relationship that had developed so quickly between her brother and boyfriend. This older teen girl wasn’t like other siblings that hated to have their little brother or sister hanging around. She liked hanging around her sister and brother. Even though they would fight from time to time, there was never any jealousy. Donna was very protective of them too.

However, Sherry would have described her sister – Donna as being a bully from time to time. Sherry’s favorite story to tell was the “twinkle, twinkle little star story.”

She questioned her baby brother, “Hey buddy how mad is daddy?”

“He’s not cuss-wing.” Buddy stated.

Donna looked up on the porch to see her mother emerge from the door. Both girls whispered to Greg, “It would be better if you came in and face him now. Daddy doesn’t like for people to avoid him. He will lose any respect for you if you did.”

“I am glad you girls are home. Did you have fun?” Sandra asked folding her arms.

“Yes ma’am,” The conversation faded as everyone entered the house and sat on the couch.

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Love Don't Seem To Be Fair: Book 1- A Heart's Mirage (Chapter Four)

2007-11-13T17:42:00.000+01:00

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The Grand City fair, a large carnival with rides and entertainment, most people enjoy them. For Donna’s hometown, the fair was an annual event. The fair came just before Halloween and just before it started to get cold at night. The fair grounds were huge and even if the night happened to get chilly, the lights always kept you warm. Donna and her family went to the fair a few times. Danny hated the rides but loved the concerts. He also enjoyed the chance to win his three special girls something and if he could manage it the biggest prize always went to Sandra.

Sandra loved the rides. Donna’s family always started the fair off with riding some rides and playing some games before the scheduled concert. They would eat dinner, which were usually hamburgers and fries. It was logical since eating before the concert gave everyone’s stomach time to settle before they went on more rides. Danny also would make them go and see the 4-h club’s display of animals. When they were younger it was so fun to see the cows and strange chickens but now they just smiled and humored their dad.

The day always ended with the last ride being on the Ferris wheel. Sherry hated the Ferris wheel possibly because Donna was mean and would tease and scare her little sister. Sherry wasn’t the only one that hated the Ferris wheel. Danny hated it as well. He hated heights or should we say he had a phobia of heights. However, Sandra thought it was romantic and looked forward to the ride with her husband. Donna loved to watch them together. It was like watching them on their first date. It was a time Donna could see just how much they did loved each other. No worrying about bills or money, no fighting or yelling this was just a time when Danny and Sandra could love one another. This was the complete storybook kind of love and after all the years of being together, for Donna’s dad and mom to still gaze in each others eyes like love sick high school teens, was it any wonder that Donna believed in the Cinderella story or that she even longed to have a relationship and love like that.

Of course, when her parents started fighting Cinderella’s slipper shattered, as did Donna’s heart. However, the Ferris wheel was always a romantic moment worthy of being in any favorite fairy tale. This year Donna wasn’t going with her family, because she and Greg planned on going together. Of course, Danny insisted that she take Sherry and Donna didn’t really mind this. The older teen was a big sister and didn’t understand why anyone wouldn’t like doing things with their sisters and brothers.

On the way to the fair, they got lost which caused them to be late. They were going to an event called mid-night madness. No tickets were needed after midnight -- all the rides you can ride for one price, which was the purchase of a glowing bracelet. They expected a big crowd but not as big as was there when they arrived and certainly not as early as it was. Even though they arrived too late to catch the concert, it was still hours before mid-night. Seeing the crowd they went ahead and bought their mid-night madness wrist bands and spent the rest of the night playing games.

Greg tried hard to win Donna a teddy bear knowing how much she loved teddy bears. Donna played some dart games and won a small monkey. As she and Greg walked, hand and hand Sherry ran to play a ball toss game.

“Sherry, we will just stand here and watch.” She told her sister.

“Okay.” He small sister smiled taking some money.

Donna turned to Greg, “That was nice.”

“What was?” Greg looked puzzled.

“Giving her some money to play.” Donna stated, being nice to Sherry was a huge bonus for Donna.

Greg just smiled, “Well we are here to have fun.”

“Thanks.” With a smile she glowed.

“Excuse me my lady for interrupting but I was wondering if I could see that.” A strange dark man pointed at Donna’s monkey and grabbed her by the arm.

This man that looked like lurch from the Adam’s family or one of the freaks from the freak show continued to lead Donna over to a game booth.

“Don’t worry ma’am I don’t bite. I don’t bite at all. I just can’t believe someone gave you that as a prize let me show you what I have.” The stranger just rambled on as if she was his new best friend.

Donna turned to Greg who was just standing there watching. Donna had noticed this guy watching them from the time Greg opened his wallet to give Sherry money.

“Here look at this monkey.” The stranger pulled out a giant monkey. “Just three balls to win and I will take your monkey and make it two balls, so what do you say.” He then looked at Greg “Come on fella look at this monkey wouldn’t you rather her go home with this prize? Ten bucks you get five balls and you only have to get two in.”

Donna had a bad feeling. Her sixth sense was blaring her skin was crawling. This strange man had grabbed her and was using her as bait to get Greg to walk to the booth.

“Okay.” Greg walked toward the booth.

Panic gripped the young girl, “Greg no it’s too much money.”

“It’s the same price we have been paying.” Greg’s pride was bruised and you could hear it in his voice. He wanted to impress Donna.

“Greg...” Donna was interrupted by the stranger who walked in-between them and put his arm around Greg.

“Come here fella, I want to have a word with you.” The stranger pulled Greg a side and a few moments later returned. “Five dollars it is then. You are a hard man to please.”

Before Donna could protest the stranger took Greg’s money and once again came in between them. “You kids are so cute together.” He said as he put his arm around them. Five balls and only one went in. “Hey you got one so you get a better prize than you had.”

He had already take Donna’s monkey and her new prize was a monkey that was fur around cardboard. Donna whispered, “I don’t think this is better Greg. I want my other one back.”

“Donna, just keep it okay. I don’t want to make a scene.” Donna was upset and not happy with what she had got. She felt like crying especially after Greg raised his voice at her.

“Donna, don’t let it spoil your day. It is a stupid fair prize. How many do we have at home?” Sherry tried to cheer Donna up.

A few moments later they saw Greg’s brother. “Hey Rory.”

“Rory?” The young girls asked.

“Yeah my name is Gregory my family calls me Rory.” Greg smiled.

“Hey we are leaving want these prize tickets?” Dave stated. Greg took the tickets and watched his brother and his group leave.

“Well your brother seems nice,” Sherry said. Donna gave Sherry a look and decided not to reply.

Donna and Greg rode on several rides together, while Sherry had to ride with whoever sat by her. Sherry commented several times that she thought it was the same disgusting guy each time, “And what is worse Donna is he is chewing tobacco. Yuck.”

Donna just chuckled. Donna began to think that Mid-night madness got its name for good reasons, because the fair right now was madness. Donna walked pass a food stand. The smell of cotton candy was irresistible.

“Greg, can Sherry and I get some cotton candy?” She asked with a glint in her eye.

“Yeah sure” Greg reached for his wallet. “What the hell... Oh no!”

“What is wrong Greg?” Donna looked confused.

Greg yelled, “My wallet it is gone.”

“You’re kidding?" The young teen asked in shock.

Greg yelled even more, “No I am not. Damn.”

Sherry looked around the ground, “When was the last time you had it?”

Greg tried to think, “When I played that game you know the one with the strange guy.” “That was hours ago Greg.” Donna gasped.

Greg’s yelling was drawing attention. “I know I am going to see if I can find it. You two stay here.”

“We will wait over there by those bleachers.” Donna and Sherry went over and discover that these bleachers were part of a game. The school-like bleachers were set in a circle around a small track. There was only a few people sitting around, a couple with two children, an old man, Sherry and Donna.

A man with farmer overalls came out. “Howdy people welcome to the Fair’s piggy race. Just a dollar to play.”

Sherry pulled some money from her pocket, “I got some money left over from what Greg gave me.”

“Okay let’s play,” Donna smiled.

Sherry gave the guy a dollar and he gave her a ticket. “Okay ma’am your piggy’s number is six.” The farmer opened the gates and started whistling and calling, “SUEEEE—EE.”

Sherry and Donna started cheering “come on number six.” Both the kids beside them were cheering on their pigs.

Number six was second place and Sherry got a ribbon, “That was cool.”

“Yes it was and this is a nice ribbon” Donna agreed.

“I got one dollar left.” Sherry smiled with a huge grin.

Her older sister was relieved that her little sister was having a good time, “Go ahead play again.”

This time Sherry’s pig came in first place. Greg finally came around the corner cussing. Both girls bombarded Greg with questions, “Did you find it.”

Greg was red in the face, “No I didn’t. I think that guy lifted it off me.”

“Oh my. Go report him.” Donna suggested.

“I can’t, not with out proof. Let’s go.” Greg grumbled.

Donna sighed, “We haven’t gone on the wheel yet.”

“I am not in the mood.” The boy barked harshly.

The young girl started to get teary eyed, “Greg we always end the day with the Ferris wheel.”

“Oh god and I get to ride with my sister this time,” announced Sherri, “Wait a minute! Did I just say THAT?”

Despite Sherry’s attempt to make a joke Greg was drawn into anger, “Donna, no.”

“Greg, please.” Donna asked again.

“NO!!!” He was more forceful.

“Please,” Donna said as she made puppy dog eyes.

The day ended with the Ferris wheel ride. Donna and Greg kissed long and passionately at the top while Sherry made comments about riding with a stranger. Greg wasn’t glassy eyed like Donna was but was more preoccupied with his missing wallet. Once again though the love struck teen ignore this and sat summing the day as a perfect day.

As Donna and Sherry got in the car Greg informed them he had to go home, “I have to get some money for gas.”

While at Greg’s home Donna and Sherry sat on the couch. It was early in the morning and everyone was asleep. Greg went to fetch some money from his parents. When Greg came out Donna quickly asked, “Well?”

“Dad is getting up.” Greg sat in his mom’s recliner and the three of them sat staring at the TV screen. Donna’s eyes were heavy. Sherry laid her head on Donna’s shoulder and Donna wrapped her arm around Sherry. Donna blinked and then she closed her eyes just for a moment...

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Donna hurried to have supper ready. Tonight was Open House at her school, for the Teachers it meant meeting the parents and for the parents it meant meeting the teachers but, for Donna it meant singing in the chorus and doing a performance as she had done with the chorus for each year’s open house. The young teen was very upset this year to learn Mr. Brooks wouldn’t teach the chorus anymore. Having a different Music instructor would make her fifth different chorus teacher she had had since she first sung with the chorus but it was the first that didn’t like Donna or her voice. Which was strange Donna was always the Chorus teacher’s pet although it was still pretty early in the year.

Donna practiced in front of the mirror as she touched up her make-up and did her hair. There was a tap, tap, tap at the door and a voice that she identified as her mom.

“Are you getting ready now? What time is this thing?” Sandra asked.

“Seven but Greg is picking me up at six,” Donna said.

Sandra sighed, “Donna he can meet you there and I will take you. Open house is for the parents benefit.”

The young teen started to argue but seeing this was a no win situation decided to call Greg, “Hi, you can’t take me.”

“Why?” He huffed.

Donna whispered in the receiver, “My Mom. I don’t know what is with her. Can you meet me there?”

“Yeah sure I have to get a friend first but I will be there.” Greg stated.

Donna hung up the phone. She was sure her Mom would embarrass her. Donna showed her mom the new chorus room where she had to meet the chorus and then Sherry and Debbie showed Sandra to the Auditorium. After Donna’s mom left, Greg and his friend came in. Greg’s friend had a familiar face. It was Fred. Even though Donna was upset still with him for taking part of the teasing at Greg’s house that day, she tried to be nice, “My god talk about a small world.”

“Yes I know I thought that the other day when I saw you.” Fred smiled.

Donna nodded in Greg’s direction, “So how long have you known each other?”

“A while. So you’re dating Greg now?” Fred stated with ease.

Donna used her eyes to direct their attention to the female teacher, “Yes, um looks like our instructor wants you guys to leave.”

Greg stated leaving, “See you in a bit.”

Donna performed with the chorus and then left with her Mom to homeroom. Greg and Fred followed along as Sherry and Debbie giggled behind them. This encouraged Fred to clown around by singing the song Donna had just sung with the chorus, only he sounded like a frog – a deliberate attempted for a laugh. Fred talked to Donna’s mom and put his arm around her calling her mom.

“He is such a suck up,” Donna thought to her self.

Donna and Greg held hands as they went from class to class. To Donna’s surprise, her mom didn’t say anything nor did she say anything about Fred smoking.

“Do you go to this school,” Sandra inquired.

“No I quit. I work now.” Fred replied in his best “Joe cool” voice.

Joe cool was of course an expression Donna and her friends used a lot. It was their second favorite thing to say, the first being “take a chill pill” of course. Donna could hardly believe it her Mom was actually being cool. After the last class, Donna asked if Greg could take her home.

Fred of course couldn’t resist joining in, “Please, Mom,” Fred once again put his arm around Sandra, “Please.”

“Go straight home,” Her mom with a stern smile, said.

“Don’t worry Mom I will make sure of that,” Once again Fred raised to the occasion.

“Okay.” Sandra sighed and then turned to walk to car where Debbie and Sherry were waiting.

The very moment her mom was out of sight Donna started to dig around in her purse. “Damn. I’m out. Fred let me bum a cigarette please.”

“Uh, what would mom say,” Fred said with an evil grin.

As Donna lit the cigarette she asked, “Greg sweetie you got any money? If so can we stop at a store? I need some cigarettes.”

“Yeah I need some too,” Fred said as he jumped in the Camero.

Donna crawled in from the driver’s side and sat in the middle of the font bucket seats on a hump that separated them. It wasn’t very comfortable especially since there was no back or cushion. Donna straddled this hump and when Greg hit the brakes hard, she would fall backwards. Donna felt Greg did this on purpose.

“Yeah I guess,” Greg replied. As he cranked the car, it roared.

Greg always revved the engine up when he started it. The Camero was loud and this made it sound more like a racing car. As Greg sped away, Donna fell backwards. Laughter broke out through out the car.

“Hey you okay,” Greg asks.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine,” Donna replied. Laughter continued to fill the car and even Donna laughed.

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Termite was short and stocky. She had dark curly hair and dark eyes with a cute round face that reminded Donna of Shirley Temple. For the remainder of the class, Donna wrote a note to Greg. When the bell rang, she hurried to give him the note and the proceeded to her class.

“Donna, wait up!” screamed Melissa.

Donna stopped to see Melissa running to catch up with April not far behind.

“Hey, sorry I missed you this morning.” Donna said.

“Girls, don’t be tardy,” Warned Mrs. Robinson the Dean of girls.

“We won’t.” The girls responded in unison.

“So what happened to you this morning?” Melissa asked.

“Greg drove me. We are going together now.” Donna announced.

“Really? Donna…” Melissa and April started shaking their heads.

“What?” Donna asked haughtily.

“Look it is just we think you could do better that’s all.” Melissa sighed.

“Is this about the way he looks? Because if it is there is more to a person than looks.” The love struck teen started to get defensive; “We’ve been though this already.”

“Donna it is more than just his looks. Okay besides the fact you are beautiful and can have someone that looks far better than him. He hangs around a bad crowd. They are rude, cruel and just plain troublemakers. Finally, you know that girl that’s been hounding you, Katrina? I heard he hit her. Please Donna I have a bad feeling about him,” Melissa pleaded.

“Greg hitting a girl? I don’t think so he is to quiet,” Donna defended.

“The quiet ones are always the ones who you hear about killing someone.” April added.

“Your being silly,” Donna was interrupted by a bell, “That’s the warning bell I have to go before I am late.”

“But Donna…” Before Melissa could finish Donna hurried off to her class.

Melissa and April’s words rang through her ears all morning until second period when she would see Greg.

“Greg I want to talk to you about Katrina,” Donna said.

“Katrina? Is she bothering you still? I thought I took care of that,” Greg shook his head.

Donna was stunned at his reply. “Took care of it how?”

“We had a talk and she tried to hit me so I knocked her off her bike.” He replied.

“You hit a girl?” Donna asked shocked at his response.

“Donna I would never hit a girl my dad taught me better than that. I pushed her that’s all and I wouldn’t have done it if it was any other girl, like you, but Katrina is built like a boy and fights like one too. So if she is going to put herself in the place of a boy I am going to treat her like one but I restrained myself.” He bragged.

“OH okay,” Donna still didn’t feel easy about his response but chose to ignore it. “Katrina was built very boyish after all,” she thought. “So he pushed Katrina. He was kind of defending me besides he would never hit me,” The teen rationalized and continued to think to herself.

She wanted and needed to be loved so much that she chose to ignore any and all warning signs. She already was planning on having a baby and had convinced herself that this was the answer. In her mind, Greg was going to be her future husband. There was nothing for her to worry about. Her new founded boyfriend made a routine of picking her up and taking her to school every morning.

“Late again,” Termite said, “You are making a habit of this.”

“Well,” Donna smiled as she hurried to take her seat. “What can I say?”

“Here take a look,” Termite said as she threw a magazine on Donna’s desk.

On the cover was a bride throwing a bouquet.

“A bridal Magazine?” Donna stated, as she thumb threw the pages.

“I already pick mine out,” Termite giggled as she pointed to a modestly short and more modern dress, “See right here. I’m hanging it up in my locker.”

Donna looked at the Dress and grinned, “It might be a little long for you, hee-hee,” After receiving a playful slap from her friend, Donna continued, “I want one a little more old fashioned. Like the ones in fairy tales, white and elegant with frilly lace and a long train. You know one that needs to be carried.”

Her eyes glazed over while Termite giggled, “I thought so that is why I bought this particular book. Look!”

There before Donna was the most elegant and beautiful dress she had ever seen. It was a gorgeous formal wedding dress with an off-the-shoulder neckline and short sleeves. The dress had an hourglass shaped bodice with a full skirt in satin which had an overlay of organza that led into a cathedral length train. A dress of elegant lace, beaded with sequins and pearls embellished the sleeves, bodice, and skirt. The final touch was matching gloves and a matching long veil with a headband of pearls. Donna just glared, this was her dress. It was the one she had dreamt about for years.

Termite just smiled, “So did I do good?”

Donna couldn’t speak. She was amazed she found her dream wedding dress.

“I knew you would like it,” Termite carefully tore it from the book and gave it to Donna, “Maybe one day huh?”

“Ladies if you want to read then perhaps you could make it some useful reading,” Mr. Gerard scolded as he walked between them and handed both of them a magazine written in French, “Our assignment today class is to find words we have been studying this week in class.”

Looking at the magazine Donna saw a scenic picture. It was breathtaking and beautiful. On the glossy page was a large serene meadow falling in the shadows of large mountains and a modest waterfall trickling down to a shimmering lake.

“France,” gasped Donna in a longing voice.

“Dream on girlfriend,” Termite sighed, “Girls from families, like the ones we have never get to see places like that.”

“OH I would give anything to be married in France,” Donna fantasized.

“You and every other normal American girl. Paris would make a nice honeymoon spot,” Termite sighed again, “I would love to go to Paris and meet me a dark haired French man and make love under the moon at the top of the Eiffel tower.” Suddenly both girls broke out in uncontrollable giggles.

“Ladies,” Mr. Gerard said in a lower voice.

“Yeah but your right it would never happen,” Donna said.

“Never say never,” Termite said, “You don’t know, it could happen.”

“You are contradicting yourself. But yeah when I become rich and famous right,” Donna replied as she carefully tore the page from the magazine.

“Oh my God! What are you doing? You are going to get into trouble,” Termite gasped.

“Hey it is as close to France as I will ever get besides I don’t think one page missing is going to hurt anything,” Donna whispered, “I am putting them both up in my locker. I mean at least I can dream right.”

Termite shook her head and giggled in disbelief as her friend then started to write Greg a note. Termite grabbed it.

Donna squealed, “Hey what are you doing?”

“Just saying hi.” Termite scribbled a quick note and then handed it back to Donna who just giggled. After class, Donna realized she left her Trigonometry book at home. When she passed Greg in the hall, she asked to borrow his car keys. He gave them to her and told her to get them back to him soon. Greg’s tone was cold and callous. She got a bad feeling from the way he had said it, so when she came to give him the keys she told him she had been hit by another car. Greg became upset, solely worrying and asking about his car. Donna threw him the keys; “Your car is fine.” Afterwards she stormed off. During Trig class, they passed notes…

I’m upset at you! I guess you don’t really care about me.

Donna

Why is that?

Greg

You were more worried about your car. You didn’t even ask if I was okay.

Donna

I could see that you were okay. Besides I am the one who should be upset you lied to me.

Greg

It was a test and you failed it!!! If it were reversed I would have ask if you were okay. I would have cared enough.

Donna

So you want to break up or what now?

Greg

No! Do you?

Donna

No so stop being stupid.

Greg

You think I’m stupid now? I don’t think caring about someone more than a car is stupid

Donna

Look I don’t want to talk about it any more. If you are going to open house tonight call me.

Greg

As he passed Donna the note with his reply, the bell rang and Greg darted out the door. During lunch Termite skipped her class to stay and try to cheer Donna up, while Melissa and April kept quiet, “Hey, it’s a guy thing. Really it is. Their cars are their babies. Come on it is going to be okay kiddo.” Termite smiled and Donna could not help but smile a little as she continued to hope that Termite was right.

So, she ran to catch Greg before he left for work. James was standing by Greg; “Man you haven’t ditched the bitch yet? You got it so now it’s time to lose her”

“Man that’s enough.” Greg gasped under his breath as he turned to Donna.

Even though Donna heard what was said she acted as if she hadn’t, “Can I talk to you, please?”

“I got to go to work. I don’t have time for this.” Greg opened the door and Donna jumped in. James walked off from the car. As Donna spoke her voice cracked, “I’m sorry it was wrong for me to tell you that someone hit the car.”

“Yeah, well now I won’t believe you when you say something.” Greg was cold.

“I said I was sorry,” Donna couldn’t believe it. Did he want this to continue even after she apologized? What about him, why didn’t he say he was sorry for not asking if she was all right? Donna started to cry.

“Oh don’t start that crap! Someone will think I hurt you or something,” Greg yelled. His yelling only caused Donna to cry more. Greg rolled his eyes, “Okay! All is forgiven. Happy?” Donna just wiped the tears away and sat there silent. Greg shook his head, reached over, and turned the radio up. “I have to go to work. Get out now,” Greg insisted.

Donna started to get out and turned to Greg; “I love you.” She waited for a response for a while and then continued to walk away. As Donna dragged herself around the front of the car, as if she was at a funeral, she heard Greg turn the radio off.

“Donna, I love you too.” He had said it.

Donna turned and walked toward Greg. Leaning down in the window sighed, “Do you?”

“Would I say it if I didn’t,” Greg placed the car into drive, “I’ll pick you up at six.”

“Okay.” Donna leaned in and kissed Greg. Then she hurried to stand and waited for the bell to ring for her next class.

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Mondays were normally always bad days for Donna but not this Monday. Like the year before, Donna went to school early. She rode on a special bus for those taking an extra class in the mornings. The young teen girl had always been fascinated with the French mostly because of her mom, because Sandra was always singing French songs to her and often talking about how she wanted to see France. All her mom ever talked about was France. What American girl wasn’t at least a little fascinated with the French? Look at the American Culture. Our beloved statue envisioning liberty standing for the new prospecting foreigners that come to our New York Bay was giving to our country by the French as a gift. What was the trendy fashion to wear when going to the beach now? Well the fad was to wear a French-cut bikini or French-cut bathing suit. Even though there were no French restaurants in Donna’s southern town, her Mom always bought cans of French style green beans. Donna, like many girls, wanted to learn how to French braid her hair because most of the girls always wore their hair in a French braid. Finally, Donna had been to the Old French fort burial located there in her hometown.

Of course Florida was once a Spanish settlement, so with Cuba beneath and Mexico and South America on the other side, extending southward, there were tons of Spanish and Mexican restaurants, culture and the majority of immigrants in the south spoke Spanish. It was as common as English. Therefore, schools here did emphasize taking Spanish.

As a small child while her Dad was stationed at her birthplace, Lackland Air Force Base in Texas, Donna grew around Spanish-Mexicans and Spanish-Americans. These individuals spoke a form of Spanish with a unique dialect called Tex-Mex. English was spoken at home but with her friends and the majority speaking Tex-Mex Donna picked up and understood two languages. It slowed her speaking and she ended up not speaking until she was almost three and a half when her dad was re-stationed and they moved to McDill A.F.B. Donna then lost the ability to understand Spanish but was told it was still a part of her. She was told that if she took Spanish she would pick it up very quickly. So, she figured it would be the easiest language for her to learn, not to mention as I have already stated in Florida and most of the Southern USA it is the second language and quite often spoken as much if not more than English but Donna wanted to also learn French.

She had heard that French was more common up north and in most of Canada unlike in Florida. What if she had gone up to New York or one of the northern States? Not that she had ever considered living anywhere but Florida for any length of time. She loved Florida it was beautiful and it was where her family was but one day she would like to see the rest of the USA. Therefore, she took French as her early bird and Spanish as her main language class. This way if she had to drop her early bird then she would still get the second language she needed.

Every morning Donna would join Melissa and April on the bus then they would cross the street for a quick cigarette. Then Donna would hurry to French class meeting her best friend Tracy that she had affectionately nicknamed in seventh grade, termite. She named her this mostly because of Tracy’s size. Termite was smaller than Donna, which was small since Donna was very tiny herself.

On this Monday, Donna waited not for the bus but Greg to take her to school. She made that extra effort in putting on her makeup and doing her hair. Greg insisted on picking up his friend James first. Donna wore her torn jeans that looked as if she had been playing with a cat, a really big cat like a tiger. Chain belts, a black T-shirt, leather gloves without the fingers, and torn high top sneakers was the fad of the day and what this teen wore today.. Her hair was teased and looked like the mane of a lion. She wore long earrings in her left ear and short ones in her right ear. While Greg went up to the door Donna popped in a tape and turned up the volume. Looking around the ghost town like neighborhood with a cigarette hanging from her mouth, she pressed search for her song. The music sliced through the air and soon the lyrics were rattling the car windows.

“Bang your head…. Wake the dead … Metal health will drive you mad…” The song played and suddenly the door flew open.

“What the fuck are you doing?” The young teenage boy asked.

“Hey James you remember Donna, my girlfriend?” Greg said as he got in.

James reached over Donna; “My dad is fucking a sleep you bitch. What the fuck is this?”

He ejected the tape and Donna took it from his hands removing the cigarette from her mouth, “For your info it is Quiet Riot.”

“Fuck that! We are not listening to that shit especially this early in the morning. Put in my Hank.” James spat.

Donna turned to her boyfriend, “Greg?”

“Donna it is kind of early. Climb in the back and let James in.” Greg started the car.

Donna gasped, “Greg!?!?!”

“Go on now girl, get.” Greg southern accent became more defined.

James taking what should have been Donna’s seat continued, “Man why do you have to hang with this bitch.”

“Hey enough James you had your say.” Greg snapped at his friend while Donna crawled in the back reluctantly.

She could not believe she had to get in the back. She especially didn’t care for James. Donna was late for French class and when she came in Mr. Gerard her French teacher, who ironically had a strong Cuban accent, instructed her to take a seat quickly. Scanning the room, she saw that termite as always had saved her a seat in the back of the room. She and Termite always sat in the back and instead of paying attention they would pass notes, whisper to one another, do their homework or sometimes Termite would bring some glamor magazines.

“You’re late,” whispered Termite.

“Yes I know. Guess what?” Gleamed Donna.

“Aw …that’s the look of someone in love” snickered Termite.

“Greg…” Donna was interrupted by Mr. Gerard who pointed to a chalkboard full of words.

“Ladies please follow along with the rest of the class. Now, class repeat after me… Crayon- pencil.” The Teacher turned back to the board…

“Crayon-pencil,” Donna then whispered “he asked me to be his girlfriend.”

“Garçon- boy,” Termite whispered back, “Really when?”

“Fille - girl,” Donna continued, “This weekend. I think he is the one.”

“Chien – dog,” Termite excitedly replied, “the one as in future wedding bells?”

“Chat – cat,” Donna giggled, “Yes.”

“Merci beaucoup – thank you very much,” Termite giggled back, “That’s great.”

“S’il vous plaît – please,” smiling Donna continued, “He drove me to school.”

“Girls pay attention, S’il vous plaît,” Mr. Gerard said as he tapped the chalkboard.

“Yes Sir,” The girls replied together as they immediately turned to face the board.

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When Saturday came, Greg and Donna planned to try and go to the movies again. Greg insisted on stopping by his house first. Kris was there with Greg’s brother and Fred.
Donna looked with disbelief as she thought, “Fred the dead head, Krissy’s sometimes boyfriend.”
Fred was covered with real do-it-yourself tattoos. Anyone could tell these weren’t professional tattoos but ones that he did. The tattoos were almost scars and down right hideous. He had a goatee, short dark hair and equally dark eyes. Donna felt very uncomfortable as they whispered to one another and pointed to her.
Greg’s brother was louder than the rest deliberately speaking so Donna could hear what he was saying, “So that’s the bitch with VD.”
Donna felt like she was shrinking and deep down she wished she would so they could not see the tears she could feel defy her will not to cry. Greg’s brother was so familiar. When Greg came out of the house, they ridiculed him for being with her. Donna felt like writhing up and dying.
Kris was now the one to speak, “Hey you know she has VD right.”
“No she doesn’t,” that was all Greg said.
Donna heard them making remarks about her being the goofy girl at Prince Burger. Brenda had come out and was adding to their fun with more remarks. It clicked she now remember where she saw Brenda and Greg’s brother. They were the teens that night at Prince Burger. Donna always hated being the center of attraction that is when the attraction was a comedy, the kind that wasn’t funny. On the way to the theater, Donna tried to forget what happened but she was upset. She turned away as her tears fell.
Greg stated, “Don’t let them get to you. My brother is a jerk and Brenda is a total spoiled snobby bitch.”
“Greg, take me home please,” she was now in full break down mode.
Her date looked at her, “What about the movie.”
“I can’t Greg. Please take me home.” Donna desperately tried to wipe the makeup that ran down her face.
“DAMN,” Greg slapped the dash, “If it’s what you want Donna.” Things were quiet and then Greg tried to cheer her up. “Remember this,” He said pointing at the rear view mirror.
Hanging from the mirror was some fuzzy dice and her leather headband, the one she wore that night, the first night they were together, the night they had had sex. Donna immediately smiled this made her feel special, especially since she was very unsure of that night after Greg so rapidly insisted on leaving to ‘hang’ with his friends.
“I kept every since that night. It is special and so are you.” He said in a soft voice.
It was just what she needed, “So what movie you want to see, Greg?”
Greg reached out and took her hand and Donna scooted out from her seat to the hump that separated the bucket seats.
While at the theatre Greg and Donna sat in the dark auditorium eating popcorn and waiting for the movie to begin.
Greg leaned over, “Donna can I ask you something.” She waited after giving him a nod and smile. Soon he continued, “Um Donna would you be my girlfriend.”
“You want me to be your girlfriend?” Donna bashfully asked.
“Yes. Um that is if you want.” Greg was nervously playing with the straw of his drink.
“Okay.” Donna said as the room became darker and she turned to watch the movie.
On the way home Donna sat close to Greg and the car was loud but also silent. Only the radio played. The song on the radio, ‘I think we are a lone now’ became their song. She kept close to Greg and cuddled his arm as he drove.

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For the rest of the weekend and following week Donna talked to Greg on the phone and passed “love letters” at school. On several occasions Katrina also cornered her or was calling and making the usual threats. Donna knew she would eventually have to fight her. This didn’t make the small teen feel comfortable. Her parents were against fighting yet the rest of her family had taught her to stand up for herself.

Her Nana always said, “If you stand up to them and not let them walk all over you, then they will respect you and leave you alone.”

However saying it was a lot easier than actually doing it. Donna had not been in many fights just four. One of those fights were when she attended a new school and had to deal with the school bully jumping her in the bathroom but Donna didn’t fight back she just let them beat her. Then an earlier fight, that happened when she was younger. The girls were on the way home from school, a bully showing off to her peers attacked Donna’s sister by pulling Sherry’s skirt down. This child bully did it in front of four boys and kept antagonizing Donna as she called Sherry names. Donna’s sister struggled to pull up her skirt up as she cried.

“Aw, look under-roos. She is wearing Wonder woman Under-roos, “the girl teased.

Looking at her seven-year-old sister Donna removed her glasses and kicked off her sandals, “Sherry hold my glasses.”

“Donna?” the little sister looked up to Donna.

This girl, who was the same age as Donna and a couple of years older than Sherry, continued her taunts, “Oh does big sissy have a problem.”

There is always a point in time when our body burns and we find that within we have strength that we never knew we had. Donna learned this, to everyone surprise when she walked over and slugged the girl. The stocky freckled face girl fell to the ground with blood pouring from her nose. She didn’t get up to fight back, she instead ran away crying. Donna didn’t say a word she just put her glasses back on, grabbed her shoes and walked away.

Now Sherry on the other hand had a lot to say, “Whoa! Donna! Hey where you going girl you wanted Donna to fight. Run scared-de cat. Whoa! Donna you kicked her butt.”

This was the first time Donna actually ever fought back and it felt good to stand up against the bully. The third time was with her cousin and had been provoked by students that they went to school with. The fourth fight was when Marie was attacked. Even though Marie was a good fighter, Donna felt the need to protect her. Donna believed faithfully that ‘blood is thicker than water’…

While she was attending Stilwell, the preppy girl at their stop had been trying her best to provoke Donna. She told Donna on the bus that mourning that if she rode the bus back she would kick her ass. She told Donna the entire bus journey to their stop in the evening that she was going to kick her ass when she got off the bus. Donna as always ignored the threats. In her life she had gotten good at ignoring the bullies. Marie on the other hand continued to attempt to get the girl to back off.

Donna asked Marie not to get involved, “Let’s just go home.”

The crowd followed the girl behind them and encouraged the situation as the bully ran her mouth, “Bar-bar-bark. Chicken shit bitch.”

Marie whispered, “Are you going to fight her?”

“No,” Donna replied.

The Bully then turned on Marie like a rapid dog, “What did you say you little wetback.”

“What the fuck did you just say,” Marie did an immediate about face.

The Bully then turned her focus on provoking Marie, “You heard me.”

“Hey I am not Donna. I won’t walk away so you better shut your mouth before you end up getting hurt.” Donna’s cousin pointed her finger at the girl.

Donna pleaded, “Marie please.”

“No she wants to start something then,” Marie jumped in the preppy girl’s face, “Well when ever you feel froggy, bitch.”

“Hey don’t get in my face.” Both Marie and this Barbie want to be were nose to nose when one of the boys pushed Marie.

The boy stated as he pushed and shoved, “You’re going to fight then fight.”

Instinctively the mouthy girl swung her fist but it was caught and… POW! Marie’s mouth dropped Donna had caught the punch and knocked this girl on the ground. Suddenly the four male friends of this girl bully grabbed Donna as the girl swung and broke Donna’s nose.

Marie pounced, “Hey get off her.”

A woman called from her trailer, “Hey you hooligans better stop. I mean it. I am calling the police. The boys let go of Donna and took off running Donna proceeded to beat this cheerleader with her fist. Straddling her with a fist full of hair Donna plowed the girl’s face into concrete over and over.

“Donna you have to stop. Donna you’re going to kill her. Donna! STOP!” Marie yelled pulling at her cousin.

Donna stopped and went to pick up her books. The elderly woman came partially out her trailer, “Don’t you go anywhere! The police are on their way.”

Seeing the lights of the police car, Marie ran to get their Aunt. The police didn’t like the prissy girl’s attitude and the elderly woman told police that all she saw was some boys and THAT girl attacking Donna. The policeman asked if they needed some boxing gloves or were they through. He then lectured them that little ladies didn’t act like this. The police also flirted with Donna’s Aunt in between the lecture. Soon they let Donna go and took the other girl home. The bloody nose teen thought she would get into trouble as she placed an ice pack on her nose. Donna didn’t get into trouble but it was proof of how Donna saw things. She often was ready to fight for family or friends but allowed herself to be mistreated. When it came to her, she just didn’t have the desire to fight.

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Donna’s Aunt had come to visit the night of her first date and was taking pictures of the event. It was her first 'official date' where she didn’t have to sneak out. Greg then came to the door and it was time for her father to ask twenty questions.

Danny stood his arms folded across his chest, “Where are you taking her tonight?”

“To a movie, sir.” As Greg replied Donna though about how everyone always “sir” Danny, she had never known anyone not to.

Donna’s father was previously a drill sergeant and at this moment it was still evident, “What movie and which theater?”

“The one on Parks and Wells sir. And we are seeing… um… excuse the word but,” Greg cleared his throat as he nervously stuttered, “Hell raiser sir.”

His not wanting to say hell and asking to be excused when saying it tickled Donna’s Aunt. Her father looked even sterner at Greg. “Your car? You have plenty of gas?”

“Yes sir. Yes to both sir.” Greg looked pale.

Danny eyed the red Camero, “When was the last time you had a mechanic look at it?”

“Um…” The teen boy wavered in the knees.

Donna came to his rescue, “Daddy, he is in body shop his dad is a mechanic and so is Greg.”

“Really?” Danny barked.

“Yes sir.” The teen was no new recruit and had the look of fear in his eyes.

Danny paced a bit, “Looks like a fast car?”

“Yes I suppose sir.” Greg turned to Donna.

Her father’s tone was sharp and quick, “Have you ever had a speeding ticket.”

“Oh no sir. I always go the speed limit.” The teen boy shook.

Danny glared at the boy, “She is to be home at 11 o’clock sharp no later.”

“Yes sir” the boy sighed with relief, it was over.

Danny signaled for Donna, “Okay. Donna I would like to see you a Moment.”

Donna smiled first at Greg who was nervously sweating and then turned to walk in to her father’s room.

“Here,” As he handed her a twenty dollar bill he continued to speak, “this is strictly for an emergency. If you need a cab, you have the money. Don’t be afraid to call me if you need me and if all goes well, I expect the twenty back. You already know all of this.”

Donna nodded, “Yes sir.”

With a loving kiss on the forehead and a stern glance at Greg, her father let her go. Donna asked Greg to wait in the car and she went over to her Aunt Tracy.

Tracy giggled in her niece’s ear, “Oh he is so sweet and charming. You have fun. Marie is waiting for details.”

Donna hugged her Aunt and said goodbye. In the car, they hadn’t gotten far when… the car stalled. Greg tried and tried to get it started as he lifted the hood and worked but eventually had to call his Dad and brother in law to help. Donna debated on whether or not she should call her Dad. Greg seemed agitated as he kicked at the car several times.

“Damned car. This is great especially after your dad specifically asked about the car!” It was a brief display of violence that scared Donna but that she chose to ignore.

At the Moment she was more concerned what her Dad would say. Especially when Greg was right he had inquired about the car.

Just then, a red truck pulled up. The truck was an old style, a fifty something - step side model that had been remodel and painted like new. It looked like something out of a car show. Two men stepped out of the truck. Neither were young men. The man driving was about her dad’s age possibly older. She would guess around thirty-five. He had curly hair and long side burns. He was tall and muscularly stocky. The other guy was older than the first approximately fifty. His hair was greasy gray and straight. He also had sideburns but wasn’t that tall.

The older man looked a lot like Greg. In fact, he looked the way Greg would most likely look like when he got that age. After working a while the three of them got the car running and Greg’s Dad instructed him to follow them home. So much for the movie thought Donna but Greg kept promising that the repairs wouldn’t take long. On Donna’s first date she spent the night watching him fix a car and then was driven home. Donna had already called her parents to tell them what happened and where she was. She expected a lecture when she got home but she didn’t get one. After giving the money back, she just got a kiss on the cheek and a loving wish goodnight. That night as she was lying in bed, she wondered where this would lead, marriage, kids, or maybe happiness?

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Open House was coming up and as always, the chorus would perform a few songs including the Fight Song. She was seriously not enjoying chorus nor did she like her chorus teacher. Instead, she looked forward to Trigonometry, her hardest class, not that she paid attention or even did her work. She spent the entire class socializing with Greg.
In class, Greg invited her to come by his house and since today after school Donna had rehearsal for chorus, she said okay. The young man was on a special work program and left school early, right after his lunch period, to go to work. Sitting by his car, he and Donna talked as he made sure she had directions. Melissa was getting upset and so was April about Donna spending more time with him at lunch. After he left Donna would stand with April and Melissa and wait for the bell. She was excited for the rest of the day and when rehearsal was over, she walked to Greg’s house.
Finding the street he lived on wasn’t difficult but knowing which direction to take was. He didn’t say which way on this street his house was nor did she consider getting the exact house number. Looking left and right, she wasn’t sure. Just then she saw a mailman and chose to ask him if she was going the right way just in case. He was actually a lot of help and so she continued.
Donna had rounded the corner and was almost there when a sound caught her attention. What she heard was a voice. It sounded far a way and she stopped and began searching for where it was coming from. Just a few houses down, Katrina was calling out threats to her. Katrina was standing in the parking lot of a house next to a Church. Donna just kept walking trying to ignore Katrina and act as if she didn’t hear her. She didn’t want to fight especially in a dress. Greg’s house wasn’t far and Katrina didn’t seem to be following her. Donna didn’t run, she wouldn’t give Katrina the satisfaction. She just walked a nice calming pace, keeping her eye out for Greg’s house, hoping he would be there.
As she approached the house, she noticed a car in the parking lot but it wasn’t the Camero. The gray thunderbird wasn’t in the list that he gave her. This wasn’t one of possible vehicles that could be there or did he forget to put it down? As she walked in the driveway, her peripheral view caught sight of Katrina coming down the street. She prayed this was Greg’s house. She knocked at the door and a girl around her age came out.
“Hi is Greg here? He was going to take me home,” Donna asked.
The younger girl shrugged, “No, he isn’t here yet. But you can wait inside for him if you like. He should be home soon.”
Inside an older woman was sitting in a recliner. She was wearing a tan, uniform style skirt and a white dress blouse. She was dressed up all except for the pink fuzzy bedroom slippers. Her hair was dark with gray highlights. Donna guessed this must be Greg’s Mom. She had apparently just got home from work. After shyly introducing herself, Donna was invited to sit down. She looked around Greg’s house. It was comfortably decorated in a southern style with paintings that looked as if had been the picture boards for The Andy Griffin Show. The final touch was the hand made dolls that was placed in display all over the room. Obviously, his Mom made them because she was currently making another. Donna watched in amazement as his Mom work a needle back and through strands of yarn.
Finally, Donna decided to break the awkward silence, “Um. Did you make these?” Donna tried very hard to be as polite as she could.
“Yes,” Greg’s mom gave a quick shirt response.
Donna continued the conversation, “Knitting?”
“Crocheting,” their conversation was very brief, as his Mom’s answers were short and gruff and right to the point.
Was she tired or just a hard woman to please? Was she a woman who was quick to judge someone? Donna began wishing Greg would hurry home.
“Drink,” the strawberry blond asked.
Donna politely declines, “Um, no thanks. Brenda, right?”
“Yes,” Brenda gave a pleasant smile.
Donna smiled back, “Greg has told me of you.”
“Really,” the other teen girl seemed surprised.
Donna nodded, “Yes he said he had to take you to the prom. Did you have fun?”
“Yes I did,” Brenda was thin and bony to the point of looking anorexic. She was just slightly taller than Donna, but not by much.
Donna recognized Brenda but couldn’t place her face. As Brenda went to the phone Donna simply continued to look around the room. When she entered the house, she entered a small room that was too small for a living room but just the right size for a small couch. However, this couch was awkward and looked as if it didn’t belong there. It was obviously made into a room for Brenda. Donna wondered if it actually was a room for coats and greeting guest. On the other hand, judging from the steps and living room door, it was possible that this was a room that was once a porch and that it had been closed off to make an extra room.
Donna had to step up on one concrete step to enter the heavy door leading into the front room. The brown fuzzy recliner was the first thing Donna spotted. Sitting there was Greg’s Mom who didn’t raise her head, as some would have. Normally you would raise your head in some way to see who walked in but not Greg’s mom. Perhaps she was too busy and had become to self absorbed in her work. Donna had done this with her music or maybe this woman didn’t want to meet her. The recliner diagonally faced a very fancy floor model TV. The wall behind the TV was very short and seemed as if it had been built for this TV. On both sides of this wall were opening to other rooms. Above the TV on this wall was a large antique brass mirror. There was a brass wall shelf under the mirror. On the shelf were two ceramics: a ceramic pheasant and a ceramic stag sporting a ten-point antler. On the sides of this mirror were brass wall candles that had never been lit.
The scenes of country and wooded areas during fall adorn the room. On her right there was a fluffy billowy couch that seated three. The first thing that came to Donna’s mind as she looked at the tawny couch was Goldilocks' description of the mother bear's chair or bed. This couch was pushed up to the windows and the matching heavy brown curtains. Between the couch and recliner, hanging in the corner from the ceiling was the hand made plant hanger. It was cream, off white with beads that were the same color as the curtains. This planter was made by a craft Donna had learned years ago called Macramé, but it was a lot prettier than anything she had made in the past was. The first level had a bowl made from the heavy rope that looked like a spider web. From it nestled a spider plant that had baby spiders over flowing and hanging down all around it. The second level was a table and had in it a small round glass. On this glass was a beautiful Indian doll.
Between the couch and TV was an oak coffee table. On the tops were laces doilies and two large ashtrays. The ashtray was shaped like pinecones and between them were some lace flowers. On the bottom shelf was magazines and remotes to the TV and VCR. She saw that not all the magazines were about TV programs some were about hunting, fishing and racing. To the left, where Donna was sitting was a love seat, which was identical to the couch just smaller. Further to Donna’s left, where Brenda stood on the phone was an opening leading into the kitchen. Donna couldn’t see in the kitchen or the room through the other door.
Both Kris and Greg were on the same program and worked at the same place, they had finally came in and she could leave, “Well it was nice meeting you but I really have to get home.”
“Bye,” Greg’s Mom’s voice was very short toned when she spoke. Donna had previously figured it might be because she was tired but then again, she feared it might be because his Mom didn’t like her.
At home, Donna introduced Greg to her parents. It was just a brief introduction. The next step was dating. At least she had hoped it would be the next step. Greg didn’t much like the idea of asking Donna’s parents if he could take her out but it was the only way. Her Dad insisted he had to first meet any boy who would take her out and afterwards they would always have to come to the door to get her. Her Dad insisted, and stated that it was respectful toward her. Donna waited for her Dad’s answer. Her Nana and Aunts had been lecturing him all day. Danny and Greg just starred at each other. Greg was shaking a bit. “Okay you can date,” Danny stated and then stormed into his bookroom

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Violated and betrayed is how she felt. Couldn’t anyone ever respect her privacy? She had to think of something but what? Donna thought hard and quickly. They knew she wasn’t a virgin anymore. They knew about Wayne. That was it! She would use the incident they knew of. Grabbing for the medical encyclopedia, she looked up gonorrhea and took it to her father and mother. She handed the book to them.
“This is what the pills are for,” she continued after a deep breath, “I’ve got a rash. A friend at school said that boy I told you about probably gave me something. So I went to this free clinic and they said something came up funny and I’m waiting for the results of the test.”
There she said it. Now would they believe her? Her Mom shook her head. “Why didn’t you come to us?”
Donna spoke the truth, “I was embarrassed and a shame.”
“You should have come to us. I doubt you have gonorrhea. They always say that when I go in but I had Endometriosis. Donna they have done this to you before as well. I’ll make you an appointment.” Sandra stated calmly, she was being supportive of Donna and made her daughter an appointment but the teen still called to find out her results. Negative – She felt relieved and so did Greg.
Donna looked back at all she went and remembered what her nana had once said, “Donna you tell one lie and you will tell a million. Tell the truth and you will save yourself a lot of problems. The truth will always come out. So just get it done and over with.”
Donna realized her nana was right this time. She didn’t want people to know and by lying, a lot of people knew now. People who wouldn’t have known if only she had just went to her parents and told them in the first place. She did end up going to them, anyway.

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She wouldn’t find out for a week. Well at least no one would know. She was leaving practicing what she would say to Kris when as she left she spotted him in the waiting room of the VD clinic. Did he know? As she approached her worse fear and what she tried so hard to avoid, had occurred. He knew.
He yelled, “Why did you lie to me?” How would she explain this to him? “Who gave it to you?”
“I’m not sure I have anything. It’s just an examination,” she said her head down, “But it was after you.”
“Are you going to tell Greg? Because if you don’t I will!” Kris’s voice was strained and angry.
She pleaded, “Can’t I first find out if I have anything?”
“Nope.” Kris was cold.
Donna couldn’t believe this was happening. She just wanted to crawl under a rock and die.
“Give me a break here, please.” Donna pleaded again.
Kris turned and starred at her with hate, “Look! He is my friend and he has a right to know.”
“Why didn’t you wait outside as I asked?” Now she was getting angry.
He stated flatly, “I did but it was taking so long. When I came in a nurse that knows my mom asked me if I knew you and told me.” She didn’t believe him but Donna agreed to tell Greg and Kris drove her home. She feared one of them would spread it around
school. She kept her promise even though Donna had considered not telling Greg yet she knew if she didn’t tell him Kris would. She could tell him Kris was lying but then what if she had something. Donna would have to tell him and then he might not be happy with the fact she lied in the first place.
So reluctantly she did what she had to, “Greg, hi.”
“Hey Donna. I am on my way out.” He was always going or gone.
“Well first we need to talk. I think you better sit down.” She wanted to cry.
Greg paused, “This sounds bad.”
“I had to go to the doctors they think I may have Gonorrhea. I will know in a week. I’m sorry,” She just blurted the words out, she didn’t even breathe and then she waited for a reply but there was just silence, “Greg? Are you there?”
“Yes. What am I supposed to say? Do you think you got it?” He was calm.
She hesitated, “I don’t know.”
“Well no use in getting upset until we know for sure. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He stated calmly.
After a Moment a recording broke the silence, “If you would like to make a call,” She thought he took it pretty good and the next day at school he still sat by her and talked to her as a person. She showed him the pills and explained about that night with Robby. Greg seemed to get mad. However, it was not at the fact he may have gotten some disease from her but at the way this other guy treated her. She knew it would be a long week. Every day during this horrific week Donna expected to end up dead. She watched as one bad day piled up on another. The young teen tried to find comfort as she tried to convince herself that once all of the bad days were over, things could only get better but some how she doubted it. The end of the week was finally coming and Donna was hoping that after this her life would get better.
she doubted it. The end of the week was finally coming and Donna was hoping that after this her life would get better.
While at lunch she was approached, “YOU Donna? The one dating Greg?”
“Well I guess you can say I am seeing Greg, yes. But it isn’t official or steady,” Donna replied pleasantly.
“Well you’re not any more. You’re not a girlfriend, a friend, nothing. You better break up with him or Ill break you in to pieces. Got it?” The hulky girl glared at Donna as she dropped her head and bent down to get in Donna’s face.
Donna clenched ever so hard to her six large books as if they could protect her. As she slowly and cautiously let her glance glide up the brutal and monstrously tall and broad teen, Donna noticed that she stood in the shadow of a total eclipse. She was having a close encounter of the worse kind. Donna trembled at the thought of her wanting to fight. She towered over Donna. Built more like a boy there was no doubt in Donna’s mind, she knew this girl would seriously hurt her.
Nevertheless, she wouldn’t back down, “I will not. I think you better talk to Greg,”
Donna spoke in a very soft and humbled tone as she began searching for escape routes. Donna was preparing to take flight or fight if no other way had presented itself when Melissa and April quickly stood up and sided with her.
“Bitch you just better back off.” Melissa was the first to speak up, she pushed a wedged, and then stepped between the towing she hulk and Donna, “Maybe you need to pick on someone more your size.”
Melissa paused looking around having to stand in the tips of her toe just to stand toe to toe with this bully, “but since there isn’t anyone around that big and ugly then you can take me on.”
The hulking teen was surprised, “This isn’t any of your business.”
“Looks like I am making it my business. Gorilla girl!” Melissa handed April her books.
It looked like it was about to get ugly but the bell for class saved the three of them as the sound cued the teachers to open the doors. The girl’s name was Katrina and she was huge. Donna and Katrina looked like David and Goliath. Most boys were afraid of this tomboy girl that looked like a candidate for the wrestling team, Katrina was very intimidating. It wasn’t enough Donna had to deal with the VD scare but now a jealous want to be girlfriend.
Things just barreled down the rollercoaster as they continued to get worse. Every time she thought she had hit the bottom, she found herself falling further down. Donna found nasty comments in the girls’ restroom and learned of more in the boys’ restroom. Katrina got her phone number and called her at home everyday. Donna began wondering what would be next usually regretting that she had even thought to ask.

As she walked in the kitchen of her home, she noticed something in the corner of her eye. Panic’s ever-strong fist grabbed her throat as she turned to face her purse opened with the contents, the pills exposed and placed on top. Someone had been in her purse and even worse, they had seen the pills. Who could it have been? The only one in the kitchen was her father.
She froze, “Oh no!”
Of all the people in her home why was it her father to have found them. Should she stay silent and let them come to her? Did they know what the pills were for? If not should she tell them or was there another way of getting out of this? How could her Dad look in her purse? Why did she leave it where he could so easily search through it? On the other hand, did he search her purse or perhaps it fell and everything came out?
"Then again," she thought, "Knowing my parents, this would be an opportunity to tempting for them to resist."

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Donna was bathing when she noticed she was blistered around her pubic area. It was a rash and not one like she had ever had before. Thinking back, she remembered about Robby and what he said. Donna dropped the soap and washcloth. Oh no, could he have lied to her? Could he have given her VD? How would she find out and without her parents finding out? What if she had VD? She would have to tell her parents. Even worse, she would have to tell Greg. Everyone in school would find out then. Donna started to feel sick. How could this have happened? Why did this stuff always happen to her? Why couldn’t she just find love like on television, in movies and books? Why couldn’t she have a normal and happy life?
These questions and fears flooded her mind and heart. Yet, she tried to remain calm as she desperately searched for a free clinic. Sneaking the phone book in her room, she looked through the yellow pages. She found several but finding one wasn’t the problem. How would she get there? What if they asked to talk to her parents? How was she going to get out of this? Donna then remembered that Kris had found out about her trying to have a baby. He had been worried about it and asked her repeatedly if there was any chance on her being pregnant. It was the only time he would talk to her. Was that the answer? Donna thought to herself about the horror of her situation. She thought of how low and dishonest it was to use Kris again. She thought, thought, and finally decided that she would tell him she thought she was pregnant and needed a ride for a pregnancy test.
At school, she avoided everyone searching for Kris immediately. “Kris! Kris!”
“Donna I am not in the mood to talk with you.” He hated her and for good reason.
She shrugged and turned away, “Fine, but I think we might have a problem.”
“Problem? What kind of…” Kris eyes widened, “Damn it I knew it.”
“Don’t freak I am not sure. I need to go to this clinic and find out. Will you take me?” The young girl crossed her fingers.
He shook his head, “Yes but don’t tell anyone. Damn it.”
After school, Kris took Donna to a free clinic. During the whole ride to the clinic Kris fretted and worried. Donna knew how he was feeling because she felt the same. She hated to put him through this but it was the only way.
Donna waved her hand, “Okay, stay here.”
“Shouldn’t I come in?” Kris started to get out.
Donna could feel panicked, “No. Please just stay here.”
She walked in the hospital like building. It was a two-story building that joined with an adjacent lobby and with another two-story building. Inside she stood wondering where this VD clinic was. Which room was it? Should she ask? This was where many free clinics were located. It was where she had her hearing tested once. It was also where she had her teeth done. Donna decided nervously to ask rather than to look stupid standing there. From a woman's finger pointed in the direction, the young teen quietly walked into the room. Donna felt as if everyone was watching her as she stared down at her feet trying not to make eye contact. All these people in here were like her they thought they had got something.
The nurse handed her a robe and she was lead to a room. She was in the room again and learning that uncomfortable feeling that all women go through again as well. She had been in a room like this before at the age twelve when the Doctor accused her of not being a virgin. Her Mom wasn’t there just her Dad and the Doctor thought she had gonorrhea despite her telling him she was a virgin. However the physical evidence proved she wasn’t lying. The worse part of it was the look of disgust her father gave her before the truth had been known. It was the most humiliating experience in her life and now she was back in the room.
The room was cold and had a sterile smell. The table had paper pulled down and cold metal devices attached to it. Stir-ups, this is what they were called and it robbed a woman of her dignity. She once said that she would bet anything that Princess DI or the Queen of England never had to be put in this indignant position. There were other devices wrapped in plastic on a medal tray. It almost looked like a torture room. Cold was the main word she would use because it looked as cold as it felt and it felt really cold. As she sat on the table like she was told and placed her feet into these metal things, tears streamed silently down her face.
Eighty-nine – Eighty-nine was how many ceiling tiles she counted. This gave a new meaning to unpleasant and embarrassing. If what she had already been through wasn’t bad enough now she had to wait. She didn’t know which was louder the tick, tick, ticking of the clock or the beat, beat, beating of her heart. They both seem to be competing in the symphony of her life. This couldn’t get any worse she thought silently. Or could it? The nurse then come in and gave Donna some pills. They were yellow and black.
“Do I have VD?” She asked as she looked at the pills.
“There was something funny in your test It could be Gonorrhea. Your test results will be in next week until then take these. Here is a number to call. You can get dressed now and may leave when you’re ready.” The nurse stepped out of the room and Donna couldn’t believe her ears.

Love Don't Seem To Be Fair: Book 1- A Heart's Mirage (Chapter four)

2007-09-28T12:52:00.000+02:00

Continued from here

That was the last night Donna would work at Prince Burger because she decided it would be best if she didn’t return. Her school was suffering and she was falling asleep in class. She couldn’t keep working and closing every night. For that week, she tried to catch up on her class assignments and rest but that Friday night Donna was ready to party. High and drunk from the hidden stash in her bedroom she patiently waited for her parents to go to sleep. Wearing tight jeans, a crop top, and leather Indian type headband, she quietly crept from the back door and over the back fence. Down at the store she tried to call Kris but he was not there.
Therefore, she decided to call Greg, “Hey! I got you.”
“Yeah I was about to go out.” He sounded busy.
“Well come get me,” Donna giggled, “I’m sure we can have some fun.”
He then stated flatly, “I can’t, I have some friends that are expecting me.”
“Greg come on. Look there is some old guy here messing with me. I really need a ride.” She didn't want to take no for an answer.
Greg sighed, “Okay where are you?”
Donna quickly gave directions and then awaited his arrival. Donna waited for the little black car she had sat in before but to her surprise Greg pulled up in a 69’ Camero.
Donna was in love. She had never thought about cars before but this one, “Oh cool car.”
“Thanks. Are you okay,” asked Greg
“Sure.” Donna jumped in the red and black car.
Driving around a bit she waited for him to hold her hand or something but he paid her no attention. She then tried subtle hints by placing her hand close to his and nudging him but still he paid her no attention. Donna then chose to make the initiative and took his hand. This seemed to startle him and he jerked his hand away, “Where is a gas station? I got to get gas.”
“There’s one not far from here,” she said as she pointed ahead of them, “There’s one.”
After pulling into the gas station, Greg quickly jumped out. “Wait,” Donna called out, “get me a drink, please,” She was hoping he would kiss her but he didn’t, “Wait.”
“Now what?” Greg bent down
The young girl called, “Come here.”
“I’m here. Wh....” Donna grabbed and French-kissed Greg as deeply and passionately as she could.
He went into the store as if the kiss never happened. She was surprised he still was giving no real acknowledgment to her. When he returned they drove off and Donna gave him directions to “Four Oaks” a popular make out spot. On occasions Greg mentioned his friends and that they were expecting him and she wondered why he couldn’t just take her with him. Was he ashamed to be seen with her? Finally, they had arrived, and pulled up to the large oak trees and parked. Greg seemed more interested in getting to his friends than he did about Donna. She then attempted to get his attention by climbing in the back seat. Slowly she undressed and tried desperately to coax Greg to climb in the back with her.
“Your friends? What would these friends of yours say if they knew you had a half naked woman in the back seat of your car and you wanted to find them?” She seemed to be losing this battle when suddenly the car would not start. She quickly then took the keys from the ignition. “You want them come and get them.”
Finally, Donna seduced Greg into the back seat. His touch was clumsy but passionate. She was high and so most of what happen went really fast and was hazy for her. It wasn’t long after they had had sex did he insisted on leaving for this rendez-vous that he had mentioned all that night. Donna didn’t argue with him, she was beginning to come down from her high and was getting tired. Greg dropped her off at the corner of her street. He waited to see her go inside her house and room and then pulled away. Donna sat down on her bed and was asleep before she ever completely laid her head down on her pillow. As the days at school went by she passed notes with Greg and they began talking a lot in Trig. Donna also was becoming a closer friend to Bailey.