Friday, October 17, 2014
*NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: Marisa's back today and she's feeling a bit isolated. Today she's talking about her dad's fight with cancer. And I can speak from experience that when someone in your family is fighting a condition as serious as that, or some other life-threatening condition, it feels like your whole family is fighting along with them. You can feel very alone at times, like there's no way anyone else can understand what you're going through. And as a result, you may withdraw from even your closest friends. It's not necessarily the best thing to do, but sometimes you just can't help yourself. Especially if your afraid of losing someone very dear to you. So to anyone out there who's had to face this kind of situation, you have my deepest sympathies and I pray the outcome was a good one. If not, I'm deeply sorry. If you feel this entry might trigger off some bad memories, please spare yourself from reading further. I'll understand. The next entry will be much lighter in tone--Thank you*
School ended about an hour and a half ago and yet here I am, wandering the empty hallways feeling more lost and alone than ever.
Normally I'd be home by now, but I knew no one would be home. Dad's getting another chemo treatment and Mom's with him. I could've gone home with Lisa, but I...I just couldn't. She's changed and I can't stand it.
She got back from touring Europe with her family a few days after school started, so I didn't even get a chance to see her, until she showed up in homeroom. As soon as I saw her walk in I was so happy to see her until I realized what she was wearing. Black clothing which looked like it was from another era entirely. Oh there were a few splashes of color, but mostly it was black.
Immediately, several of our classmates started laughing and asking her who died. Of course that hit me pretty hard. Ever since he was diagnosed with cancer, I've been terrified of losing my dad. It's gotten so bad that I can hardly even watch some of those old vampire movies, my dad loves so much. I do of course, but mostly so I can be with him. But I can't stand the idea of vampires anymore. Every time I see the heroes trying to fight to save one of Dracula's victims I keep noticing how pale and grey they look, and then I glance at my dad and see a similar pallor in his face.
Then I begin to envy the characters in the movie. They have a foe who they can face and put and end to with a sharp wooden stake. But I can't do that. I have to sit on the sidelines and watch some unseen enemy trying to drain my father of his health and vitality. Some days he looks better than others and even seems more like his old self. Then a day or two later he's weak and looking pale again.
I've had to deal with this all on my own the entire summer. I didn't have my Lisa at my side to help me cope. And now when she's finally back she looks like someone in mourning, only she hasn't lost anyone. She's just getting a whole lot of attention while being a constant reminder to me that I may lose my dad.
It upsets me so much I can barely stand to be anywhere near her. She tried to sit with me at lunch her first day back but I Just couldn't do it. Instead I simply got up and moved away without saying a word. I didn't mean to do it, but I couldn't say anything without bursting into tears and running away in the middle of the cafeteria. I eventually went outside and found a place to be alone for a while.
Then today a new problem arose. Everyone expected me to continue being head cheerleader, but with Dad fighting for his life, I just can't do it this year. So I talked to the coach and told her what was going on. She fully understood and let me have a good cry on her shoulder for a few minutes. Once I got myself under control again we talked about who should replace me.
I decided on Sherrie Wallace, who joined the squad just last year. Sherrie transferred from another school where she had done gymnastics. But after coming here, she wanted to try out for the cheerleading squad. Truth be told, I think she's more talented than me. But I'd been head cheerleader for two years already and had gotten the team into the state quarterfinals both times. So naturally everyone wanted to keep me in charge. Sherrie didn't seem to mind and she's really sweet. And unlike some of the girls on the team, she doesn't cop an attitude. So I felt she was the perfect replacement for me.
Unfortunately, one of the other girls, Diane Gilliams, did not agree. She's tried being my 'buddy' ever since she joined the squad two years ago. And because she was always sucking up to me, she thought she could boss the other girls around and was always trying to take the spotlight in our routines. I told her off many times and she was always 'sorry' and behaved herself again. Until the next time when she thought she'd gotten on my good side.
Well, that won't be happening anymore. After the coach announced I wasn't coming back and that we'd decided on Sherrie to lead the team everyone cheered, except Dianne. She was pissed and let me know it as soon as we got back into the locker room. She and a couple of her cronies tried cornering me when she thought no one was looking.
I don't know what would've happened had Lisa not suddenly appeared and started talking in a very loud voice. She was so loud in fact, that the coach came in to see what was going on. Naturally, Dianne took off but not before giving us both the dirtiest look.
As soon as she was gone, Lisa turned to me and smiled. "Don't worry, I've got your back. I'll always have your back."
I so wanted to hug her right then, but she was in full black today. "Thanks," I managed to mutter and quickly left the locker room. As I did, I glanced back at her one last time and saw the sad and confused look on her face.
God how I wanted to go back and tell her what was going on, but I needed to get home. Mom and Dad would be home soon, along with results of the latest tests that will tell us if the treatments are helping or not. If they aren't.... I can't think that. They've got to be helping him. They've just got to...
The results were very promising. The treatments are helping. But he's not out of the woods yet. I have to be strong.
Monday, August 11, 2014
*Author's note: Today I'm introducing Brian's daughter Lisa, who is also Marisa's best friend. Like her father, Lisa is fully aware of what Nathaniel is and has no problem with it as you will soon see. She too will be a key player in the actual novel. So please sit back and relax as Lisa introduces herself to you all. I hope you'll find her as charming and fun as I do...*
Oh my God, I've been having the best time since we got here. This place is so incredible. I really didn't know what I was going to think of this place when I was told we were going, but I'm so glad we came. My whole attitude about coming was kind of 'mixed' so to speak. I'd really been looking forward to enjoying the summer with my best friend Marisa, only to be told we were heading overseas for three months touring Europe.
My dad is teaches history over at New River Tech College and had been wanting to visit the continent for some time in order to take in some 'history' in person. But he didn't want to just visit, he wanted to really explore and have the time to do his research.
Enter my godfather, Uncle Nate, who thanks to his inhumanly long life, was heading to England to visit some of his 'extended' family there and other parts of Europe. While he was looking to going, he hates to travel alone. So he decided to 'drag' us along with him on this trip.
As exciting as the trip sounded, I was pretty annoyed about not being with my bestie as planned. I even tried to talk my parents into letting her come with us. Much to their credit, they did like the idea and would've loved to have had her along. They like to think of Marisa as another daughter and would've watched over her like a pair of hawks. However... there was Uncle Nate to think about. Marisa does not know about his being a hundred and sixty-four year old vampyre. None of my friends know, which is why I have to keep this blog "PRIVATE". It's more like a personal diary where I share my adventures and experiences involving Uncle Nate. The only people who will ever read these entries are myself and any children I have when I'm older. I want them to know and understand what makes Uncle Nate so very special and amazing. He's been part of our family since 1866 when he married the widow of his best friend and commanding officer in the Union Army. He's been our 'guardian angel' ever since.
And we're not the only family he watches over. Since coming here I've met at least a dozen families who know and adore him as much as we do. They too know his secret and guard it with a vengeance. I've been told that before we finally head back home, I'll have met many more who call him "Uncle", "Friend" and even an "Angel" with dark wings..
But what I want to talk about right now is this new thing I'm getting into. As soon as we arrived in London's Heathrow Airport I started seeing people in the most amazing outfits. They're Goths, but not like the ones I've seen in school who do the dark clothing and black hair routines. These people take it a step further into like living history meets art. We're talking Classic Goth clothing and make-up done with STYLE.
I totally fell in love with the clothing at first. I mean, some of the styles border on historical with an added touch of modern clothing. Like this dress...
But I'm not just getting into the clothes. The make-up is fascinating me as well. It turns out one of my 'cousins' over here is into the Goth scene, and she's been taking me under her wing. She's been showing me all kinds of cool make-up and looks I can go for, like this one she did for a party we went to...
I've started accumulating a new wardrobe. Kate (my cousin) gave me this little outfit to take home with me.
I can hardly wait to show it to Marisa when I get back. That's one of the major drawbacks to being here. I can't phone her from here because it's too expensive to make an overseas call. And we're kind of on the move a lot, so I don't get much of a chance to get online except for a few minutes, like now. So I'm mainly using my computer time to write all this stuff up, while I keep sending postcards and short letters back to her. I hope I can tell her about Uncle Nate one of these days, he's really an amazing guy and I think she'd really like him.
Great, Mom's getting on my case about getting off so I have to stop for now. We're heading to Madame Tussaud's Wax Museum tonight and in a few days we'll be in France. What a wild trip this is turning out to be. I can hardly wait to see what comes next.
Later all! (kiss)