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Down by the Lake
By: Megan kjhkbvkjxbd
I remember the first time I ever met Jacob. He was this tall, lanky dark-haired, dark-eyed boy that looked uncomfortable all over, as if he was uncertain of himself every waking minute of his life. I remember getting out of the car; we had finally reached our vacationing destination. I grumpily looked around at our beautiful cabin, the sparkling lake, thinking it all ugly at the time, when it would be so beautiful to me later (I was going through the rebel stage of my life).
He was our neighbor, also vacationing at the time, though I had never met him before. I remember him sitting on his dock, down by the lake, letting the breeze come off it to brush his hair, before he tumbled down into the water, where he would come up, laughing, then splash around with his twin sister. What I was thinking at the time was something along the lines of, ‘What a bunch of losers with no life.’ He had more of a life than I did.
I hated my parents that night. They had asked Jacob and his family to come dine with us, to eat the gourmet meal of hamburgers and French fries, which I thought was a total waste of my life. Everyone had a good time, talking, eating, and chatting around the campfire, while I sulked in the shadows. Like I said, total waste of my life. My older sister talked forever to Jacob’s twin, Katie. And Jacob tried to catch me in the eye a few times. But I tried to look at my hands the whole time. I had caught his gaze once, and his eyes had scared me. They were like black holes, sucking me in. No matter how much I would try to get away, they would hold me, like some strange magic I had never heard of. So I sulked.
 Miss Toxica · Tue Apr 03, 2007 @ 12:17am · 7 Comments |
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