Titel: The Finest Accessories
Språk: Engelska
Genre: Drama
Kort om: Carmen är en tjej som hamnat i fel kretsar, hon lever ett dramatiskt liv med tragedier lurandes runt varje hörn.
Novellen är inte lika ytlig som namnet på den.
Författarens ord: Detta är en kort novell jag skrev till ett skolarbete, jag tänker lägga ut ett kapitel varannan dag ända fram till julafton! (obs! den är inte kopplad med julen)© Wilhelm
Kapitel 1
Spoiler:
Tryck här för att visa!There she stood, her white dress was swaying in the wind, with a lighter in one hand and a cigarette in the other she said hi, the smile she had across her face reached from one cheek to the other. Her little Bambi-eyes glittered from the flame of her lighter. She was my best friend, at least this week, her name was Annie.
''Want one?''
''No, I don't smoke anymore.''
''Carmen, you said that yesterday, and the day before that aswell.''
''I said no Annie, not today.''
The mood after that short discussion was tensed, but I really didn't want to smoke. As a little girl I always said that pretty girls don't smoke, does that make me ugly, well of course not, I was the hottest girl at school. At least all of my friends told me that, but if one single lie gave them a twenty-package of cigarettes they would tell lies every second hour.
''What's up girls?'', that is Nick, with his black hair carelessly made in a bun on the back of his head and his black leather jacket on. I hated him. He was the one who dragged me into this circels, therefore I thought his head would do just fine on my bedroomwalls. Don't misunderstand me, I'm not a horrible person, I'm just into horrible stuff and hanging out with horrible people.
Annie was flirting headlong with her Bambi-eyes and acting like she always does when some guys are around.
''I brought something to drink girls, take whatever you want.''
It was Thursday tomorrow, but I didn't mind, we're having a test and I have no idea of what it is about. One sip, it burned in my throught, when I was done with the cup I did not control anything anymore. It must have been something strong, really strong, maybe moonshine or something
''Hey Carmen! Come over here!'', I was vacillating down the street becuase my heels were too high. I fell and the moment after that everything before my eyes went black.
Kapitel 2
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Tryck här för att visa!It must have been in the morning when I found myself waking up in my own bed.
A girl with long dark hair layed next to me, it has to be Annie, I really do not know how we ended up here. I looked at my cellphone to see what time it was, instead I saw that I've received a message saying that I'd better watch my Facebook.
Tears started running down my cheeks as I saw the photo that I was tagged in. It was a picture of me, I looked perfectly normal, it was in black and white and above me there was written ''AS HER MOTHER''.
''Thanks Catherine, I really appriciated it.'', I said quitetly to myself. Catherine is one of the bad, good girls of the school, and now she has uploaded a picture of me and is probably about to tell the meaning of it as I am sitting here crying.
I haven't even talked about her for years, why is her story pulling me down that endless hole. How can the story about a woman who lived a merrily life with her husband and seven-year-old daugther in New York City affect me now? Though there is a bad part of her life aswell. One night she disappeared, later to be found dead on the shore of Long Island, the cause of her death was drugs mixed with alcohol.
My dad and I moved to Miami to start fresh. All was well, until I turned thirteen and became one of Nick's finest accessories. From that everything just went downhill, and now I am standing here, with my life running out of my hands, just like sand.
Annie woke up to find me bursting in tears, I don't care what she thinks, instead of being embaressed I told her the story of my mother. She started crying aswell, so there we sat, dressed in yesterdays clothes, wearing yesterdays makeup, still being a little hangover and crying at each others shoulders. After a couple of minutes Annie backed off and smiled that smile only she can make.
''Carmen, I just got the greatest idea!''
Kapitel 3
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Tryck här för att visa!She opened my drawer and pulled out two of my smallest bikinitops and two pairs of high-waisted shorts. With the biggest smile I have ever seen she threw a bikini and a couple of shorts to me.
''Let's go to school, don't you think?''
I smiled right back to her and threw it all on along with a pair of sneakers.
We ran into the school, my blonde hair was let loose and next to me was Annie with her dark hair let loose aswell. It was lunch-time to our grade right now, so we ran into the cafeteria screaming high in our little bikini tops.
''Get us while we're hot, apperantly we do drugs so tomorrow we're not!''
We were screaming in chorus and all students' eyes were drawn to us as we stood screaming. Food was flying and I got hit right on my left shoulder, pasta, nice. Next to me was a quite nerdy-looking guy, I leaned over him, my chest was in his face and he almost fainted out of joy. I grabbed a full hand of meat sauce and threw it at the table were the bad, good girls were sitting.
It landed right in the face on the meanest ''bad, good girls'' of them all, Catherine. A short girl, white like snow, short blonde hair and blue eyes and now a face full of meat sauce.
''No. 1. BAD LITTLE GOOD GIRL DOWN!''
Annie was laughing and pointing fingers at Catherine, who probably looked angry as a bee. We had started a food fight and the teachers came in crawling on the floor to reach to me and Annie. That Armani suit the principal was wearing sure looked waser before he hit the floor, as a B-class rapper would say. I could see in his face that he was chocked over the fact that Catherine had attended the food fight. But instead of saying anything he grabbed my leg and stood up screaming to me and Annie to follow him to his office.
Applaudes started in the cafeteria, the student were cheering over our so called loss. We followed him towards his office, which was a little boring room with a desk, some bookshelfes and a chair facing him.
''One of you can stand.''
His voice was furious and you could see just in his face that his temper had reached to the top. So I sat down, he watched me deeply in the eyes for a long time before he even said something.
''Two young girls, wasting your lifes on something this stupid, boys, alcohol, drugs, is this really what you want?''
He knew my answer would be no, even if we never had spoken by before. I knew he could feel me, he knew I was not a bad girl. Annie was the next to talk.
''Don't you see what we wanted to do? Today when we woke up there was a photo of Carmen saying 'AS HER MOTHER', and her mother toke her life by doing drugs, so to show all those little good girls and boys out there that it could go down even for the sweetest of them we started a food fight, see Catherine? She could become one of us bad girls as easy as you can put on a pair of Ralph Lauren socks.
Words were nowhere to be found, if you threw a needle to the ground you would hear it. All those things Annie said was true, but how meaningfull were they? Had we accomplished anything by doing it, no, just a bad reputation. We were now officially hated by the whole school.
Kapitel 4
Spoiler:
Tryck här för att visa!My dad picked me up, great. He didn't say very much, but I could see in his face that he wasn't very pleased about todays happenings.
That evening I didn't do a thing, Annie didn't call and I didn't call her. Apperantly we were todays big event, we were all over the internet, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, you name it. Two girls wearing almost nothing throwing food all over the cafeteria.
The next day I told my dad I didn't feel very well, so I stayed at home, I really had no strength to go to school today. He was so furious that he still did not say a word.
The whole day I thought about Annie, as I used to say about my friends, they were here one week and gone the next. But Annie, I just don't have that feeling about her, she is different. I tried to contact her that day, but received no answer.
The day after that I decided to go to school. I really got to look a bit more proper today, to even out the day before yesterday's outfit. When I arrived the whole school was looking at me, as if their eyes were attached with glue on me.
Kapitel 6
Spoiler:
Tryck här för att visa!As I was heading towards class Catherine threw her sandwich on me. Great, salad and dressing all over me, as the cherry on the top I had onion in my hair. I was a walking joke. But even if I looked all worn out, wearing my top notch food-outfit, nobody even bothered to look at me.
At lunchtime I sat all alone on the floor, all the tables were already taken. As I was sitting there some boy ''dropped'' his lasagne all over me. He gave me a simple smile and said ''sorry''. That smile was one of the most faked ones I have ever seen.
I rushed into the toilets to see my mascara running down, I washed off my clothes but I couldn't get the food off it. Even if I had spend all classes today picking onion from my hair, I still had a few here or there.
I walked out like nothing had happened, taking out a cigarette and a lighter, I hadn't had one in a couple of days, but when I held up the lighter to light it someone threw water on me.
I couldn't believe it, they had acted like nothing the whole day, even if they had bullied me in silence. Were all of the students having a silent war with me, were they trying to break me down mentally? I did not know and I do not want to find out. So I went straight home listening to some sad songs by Whitney Houston. If I stayed in these circels, would I end up like her, found dead in the tub of an hotel room?
The sky became darker and darker as I was walking home, when I reached to my door it was raining and I was feeling like a wet salad.
While at home I took a look at my Twitter to find a new picture of me that I was tagged in saying ''Long Island Bitch'', how clever, instead of Long Island Beach, were my mother died, they called me Long Island Bitch. That's it, they have gone way too far! I started crying like a baby. Why can't they stop it already? While I was sitting on my bed crying, it was still raining outside and it had only gotten worse.
I cried myself to sleep that day, to wake up at 10pm, still crying. I picked up my phone to find that the picture was now on Facebook, 117 likes and 78 comments. I had a couple of missed calls from Annie aswell, finally! Even if this probably has been one of the worst days ever, a call from Annie would make me feel happy, just like that.
I called her up and she answerd immediately, I could hear that she was outside by the sound of the wind and the waves hitting something.
"Carmen you really have to come here, please. I am begging you, there's some things I want to make clear."
She was crying, I could hear it although the wind was blowing hard.
Kapitel 7
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Tryck här för att visa!"Okay, where are you?"
"I am on the Miami bridge."
I was in panic. I can't imagine what's going through her head, what was she doing at the Miami Bridge? I rushed out, grabbed the keys to my father's Range Rover, he was never home to use it anyway.
It was more of a storm then what I had pictured, I drove off the road and ''parked'' on some wet grass. I saw her, she wasn't very far out on the bridge.Although you would think there's a lot of people driving on the Miami Brigde it isn't, at least not when it's night-time and with a storm going on.
"Carmen, you came."
Mascara was running down her little Bambi eyes, either way she smiled. It was a grateful smile. She was leaning on the railing of the bridge.
"Annie what are you doing? Back off the bridge!"
The wind was blowing in her dark hair, she is beautiful. She stood in high waisted jeans, boots, a loose tank top with an army vest on top.
"Carmen, I wish I was like you. Unhappy, but with a chance of getting out of it."
"Out of what?"
''Away from Nick and his gang, away from my bad influence.''
I started crying, but I didn't dare to look the other way, because if I did she could be gone when I looked back.
"You know, there's a reason I've dressed myself like this. To represent all of those who's lost in the battle we all face - the battle against life. I'm not sad, I'm just a waste of space, I am standing between you and your life. You knew all along that I was facing death in 200 miles an hour and that I wasn't able to be saved."
But I didn't, and I could not even imagine, I looked into her eyes and she stood there smiling and crying all at the same time.
"I lost the fight, but I am free and you know that I will always love and be with you."
She pulled of a necklace from her neck and threw it towards me. Her arms was stretched out as she leaned backwards to be devoured by the water. I began to cry, not in that regular way, but in a panicing way, I really didn't know what to do.
I picked up the necklace, it was a clock that had stopped at 10:18 pm, and the little gold clock was surrounded by angels, it wasn't much of a straw to grasp at, but it was all I had left reminding me of Annie.
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