I found out a job had opened up at a company where my former boss worked. This former boss had promised to take me back even if they weren't hiring, so I felt reasonably confident about getting the position. So I went in to interview and he explained the job- it had something to do with taking care of older kids and teenagers, and I would spend nights there- and gave me the tour.
A little later on I hadn't heard back, so I went to the company to see what was going on.
Carson had gotten the job, which was now a regular office job, and had been given what would have been my bedroom as an office. And he had a ton of newspaper clippings about my brothers taped to the office door.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Thursday, November 7, 2002
World War III Refugee
I was in New York during World War III, and Afghanistan had taken over the area I was in. As soon as the take-over happened, the area turned to desert.
Because of the take-over, I ran away to some bombed out apartment building with some friends, parents, and friends' younger siblings. Then the people who lived in the apartment we were in came home, so we went to Devin's house because two of his younger brothers were with us. Somewhere along the way we lost a few people.
At Devin's house, we met him, his 1-year-old twin brothers, and another brother who was about 13 and was Devin's older brother, even though Devin was 16. There also might have been one other teenage brother.
Then we- a bunch of teenagers including me but not Devin, plus a bunch of young kids- went to live in an empty hotel room. At some point Cody, a bellboy, discovered us and helped us get food. Our parents didn't know we were alive. Phil (a guy who creeped me out) also joined us and I got engaged to him. I wore my ring on my right thumb or ring finger- I think it may have alternated. Once in a while I thought maybe I shouldn't marry Phil, but I stayed with him. A couple times I heard that we were in the hotel for 3 years. The second time, I remarked that we were old enough to get married, counted in my head to discover that I was 19, and wondered where Phil got my engagement ring from.
Then Cody came in and as we were ordering dinner from room service, the hotel manager discovered us and said he might turn us in but would give us a certain amount of time first. I ran out to find a place for us to relocate to, accomplished nothing, and returned to find our parents and government officials. I saw Mom's reaction to the news of my being alive in a Baby Blues comic strip- Mom was Wanda MacPherson. She cried happy tears at the news. Mom seemed pleased to hear of my engagement.
Because of the take-over, I ran away to some bombed out apartment building with some friends, parents, and friends' younger siblings. Then the people who lived in the apartment we were in came home, so we went to Devin's house because two of his younger brothers were with us. Somewhere along the way we lost a few people.
At Devin's house, we met him, his 1-year-old twin brothers, and another brother who was about 13 and was Devin's older brother, even though Devin was 16. There also might have been one other teenage brother.
Then we- a bunch of teenagers including me but not Devin, plus a bunch of young kids- went to live in an empty hotel room. At some point Cody, a bellboy, discovered us and helped us get food. Our parents didn't know we were alive. Phil (a guy who creeped me out) also joined us and I got engaged to him. I wore my ring on my right thumb or ring finger- I think it may have alternated. Once in a while I thought maybe I shouldn't marry Phil, but I stayed with him. A couple times I heard that we were in the hotel for 3 years. The second time, I remarked that we were old enough to get married, counted in my head to discover that I was 19, and wondered where Phil got my engagement ring from.
Then Cody came in and as we were ordering dinner from room service, the hotel manager discovered us and said he might turn us in but would give us a certain amount of time first. I ran out to find a place for us to relocate to, accomplished nothing, and returned to find our parents and government officials. I saw Mom's reaction to the news of my being alive in a Baby Blues comic strip- Mom was Wanda MacPherson. She cried happy tears at the news. Mom seemed pleased to hear of my engagement.
Monday, December 24, 2001
Choir and an Operation
All the kids in Key Club (a high school service club I belonged to) were in a choir class together and we were singing. Class ended and I went with a female friend across the hall to the girls' locker room, then through a door into the boys' locker room to talk to Greg. I was trying to show I liked him and at the same time get a feel for how he felt about me. We talked about nothing in particular until I had to leave because choir was going to be starting again soon. My friend and I pulled up our shirts to show our bras and left the room. When we got to the deserted girls' locker room we pulled our shirts back down to be modest. Apparently it wasn't immodest in the boys' locker room.
Then we went back to choir, where they were trying to take a group picture. Class ended again, I went to talk to Greg again, and then I went back to class, where they were still trying to get good pictures. Then class ended and I went to talk to Greg again, but he had hurt himself playing football. They were going to amputate his legs.
I followed some doctors to my house, where there were more doctors talking amongst themselves in the kitchen. I asked how Greg was doing and what his future would be like. One of the doctors showed me his own artificial legs and I thought how much more realistic prosthetic limbs are getting. Then another doctor led me to my parents' bedroom, where the surgery had taken place. Greg was lying on the bed. The doctor took away the legs which had been cut off about an inch below the knee. He (doctor) started worrying about something, then left.
I got up on the bed next to Greg and we made small talk. I left a couple times, but I came back each time and we kept talking.
Then we went back to choir, where they were trying to take a group picture. Class ended again, I went to talk to Greg again, and then I went back to class, where they were still trying to get good pictures. Then class ended and I went to talk to Greg again, but he had hurt himself playing football. They were going to amputate his legs.
I followed some doctors to my house, where there were more doctors talking amongst themselves in the kitchen. I asked how Greg was doing and what his future would be like. One of the doctors showed me his own artificial legs and I thought how much more realistic prosthetic limbs are getting. Then another doctor led me to my parents' bedroom, where the surgery had taken place. Greg was lying on the bed. The doctor took away the legs which had been cut off about an inch below the knee. He (doctor) started worrying about something, then left.
I got up on the bed next to Greg and we made small talk. I left a couple times, but I came back each time and we kept talking.
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