Showing posts with label Prologue. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Prologue. Show all posts

Thursday, May 14, 2009

37. I, Scarlett, am just a teen

out of sync and her time.
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36. He’s just a spectre who will die

out of my sphere some time in 2009.
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34. Whenever I hear “Roll Over, Beethoven,”

I think of Dad, not The Beatles or Chuck Berry.
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30. He cleared his throat.

“Well, I have to get back to work.”
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29. He handed me the album and

shuffled his feet, sending a stone skittering across the street.
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28. Ironic.

That “little mouse” must have been my grandmother, who hates The Beatles.
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27. “Say,” my dad said.

“A little mouse told me you like the Beatles.”
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26. When Dad met me,

he acted as if we had just seen each other the day before.
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25. I think the whole hospital scene

scared him away for all those years.
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24. I still have scars,

but my brow hairs cover them up.
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23. A screen door slammed

on my right eyebrow; I was rushed to the hospital, where I got 15 stitches.
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22. It was a shock because

I hadn’t seen him since my 7th birthday, when I ended up in the emergency room.
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21. Back to my 14th birthday.

My dad met me at school.
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20. In your world, you seem to share

everything. EEK!
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19. In my world, we write in notebooks

and hope our parents don't find them.
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18. I'm a voice from the past;

therefore, I must pretend I know nothing about Twitter.
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17. When you're named

after a popular literary heroine, you have a big bag to fill.
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15. Like my bad spelling,

this, too, is not part of the main story.
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14. He didn’t die,

he just left.
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13. Everyone, that is, except my dad,

who bought me The Beatle's Second Album. After that I never saw him again.
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