Tuesday, March 13, 2012

To Make Up For Missing Several Days.

     To make up for missing several days of posts and halfassing one yesterday I'll post what I have from Scars on the Heart.  It's not much still since I haven't had much time to work on it, but you all seemed to enjoy it last time so I'll share with you the updated version.

Ignore the spelling and grammatical errors.

Better yet, correct them in a comment!

She was exotic, her and her brothers to the students of Cappa High in Mountain View, Washington.  All eyes landed on them as they made their way through the lunch room.  The two boys- Casper and Jasper- walking on either side of Geneviere.  To the others they’re the new kids, the rare batch of triplets who are unbelievably close.
            In reality though, they’re first cousins born on the same day, the same year, and in the same hospital.  To each other they felt like fibers of the same thread.  So as usual, the two boys claimed their lovely cousin as sister and she in return claimed them as brothers.
            To the twin boys it was new.  Though they had traveled the world helping people, they had always been enrolled at the same schools in their hometown.  They were here for only one reason though- to make sure Geneviere adjusted well to the semi-normal everyday life she would be returning to.
            Geneviere was a shy but worldly 5’5½” tall young woman.  She had steel blue eyes that always appeared to be shouldering something but you never know what.  Her hair was kept at shoulder length and it always lied on the balance between dishwater blonde and light brown with slight red highlights.  She had a scar that ran across her cheekbone in a diagonal manner, which always drew the first notice of attention from anyone.  She wore a menagerie of bracelets collected from across the world on her wrists.  The bracelets changed daily, but the one constant was a heart shaped locket around her neck.  On one side lies a cross, the other a skeleton key.
            To Geneviere this was just another school, another town, another place in time that will blend in with so many others.  From a young age she started traveling the world due to a heartbreaking event.  Her parents divorced when she was six and in the settlement her mother, Sarah McClain, got full custody over her more responsible and less erratic father, Thomas Johnson.
            Geneviere has carried around a feeling of unwantedness when regards of her father’s feelings towards her.  Ever since Jackson’s death a lot has changed in her immediate family.  Her mother set off immediately after the divorce to California where she buried her grief in work and men.
            Thomas left the family ranch in Gatesville, Texas and moved up north to the large property he owned in Mountain View, Washington.  Thomas was still figure at the family’s global business, but he did not participate actively.  Unlike his ex-wife, he drew into himself and refrained from making any important decisions.
            On reflection though, Geneviere realizes that Thomas probably wasn’t in the best state of mind during the custody hearing.  It had only been a year since Jackson’s death and he was Dad’s little cowboy.  That had been a rough year.  Sarah and Thomas needed someone to blame for the tragic death of their son, Geneviere’s twin brother, Jackson.  The two parents couldn’t find it in themselves to blame Geneviere or the boys for Jackson’s death.  They blamed themselves and that in turn ruined their marriage because they couldn’t move past their own anger and self blame.
            No one ever stopped to think about how much Geneviere blamed herself…
            “Gen?”  The sound of Casper calling her name drew her back to the present.
            “Where do you want to sit?  With those kids we met in third or by ourselves?”  Both of the boys were watching her closely for any signs of distress.  It had been a long time since Geneviere tried to make friends.
            “Did they invite us to sit with them?  I don’t want to assume…”
            “They just did Gen, it’ll be alright.  You’ll be alright, we’re right here with you, but come April we won’t be and we want to make sure you make friends who will look out for you.”  Jasper said carefully.
            Geneviere gave an exasperated sigh; they were always worrying about her.  For Christ’s sake, she’s been through the Amazon supplying aid to those in need.  She’s forged through Ethiopia healing the wounded and feeding the starving, abandoned children.  For the life of her though, she can’t handle average kids her own age.
            “Yeah, let’s go make friends.”  She tried and failed to sound excited.

            “Well, that was interesting.”  Casper claimed as they climbed the front porch of Thomas’ home.  The house was of decent size, fit for a family not a lonely middle aged man.  Geneviere had always been weary of visiting her Father.  It had always been a solemn occasion for the both of them.  Thomas never had anything to offer Geneviere and she never asked for anything.  Her whole life she had always had enough money to get whatever she desired, but just like the rest of her family no one had ever felt the need to live beyond their means.
            “Everyone was very nice.”  Geneviere amended.  But just how many of them were sincere in their intent?  Geneviere thought to herself.
            “I know what you’re thinking, Gen.  Stop it, you don’t have to trust them right off the bat.  People can be nice without wanting anything from it.  You’re nice all the time and never ask for anything in return.”  Jasper stated stubbornly.
            “That’s because we were brought up differently than kids now-a-days.  For the first eight years of our life we were taught by Greaty.  He brought us up as if were from the 1920’s rather than the 1990’s.  Thank God for that, if I were like some of these kids today I’d pray for someone to shoot me.”
            “Yeah, I’m pretty glad that I got the chance to learn things teenagers these days don’t have the opportunity.”  Said Casper, shooting Jasper a dirty look, trying to communicate to him that Geneviere doesn’t need this on her conscience.  Jasper, realizing what his twin was trying to say tried to lighten the mood,
            “Like how we can speak all languages of amor.”  As Jasper reached the end of the hallway he gave a seductive turn, winked, and said, “Avez-vous besoin de moi?”  Much to their effort, Geneviere and Casper couldn’t help but laugh.
            “Je suis un homme désolé, mais personne ne veut cela.”  Casper said with a laugh.  Geneviere rolled her eyes and pushed her way past Jasper who was blocking the entrance to the main room.  As she laid down her stuff beside the couch she ask,
            “Do you guys want anything to eat?  I peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a side of milk is sounding pretty good to me right now.”  Neither of the boys pointed out that that was only because she ceased to eat anything during lunch.
            “Sure, I’ll pour the milk, Jae can spread the jelly and then you can spread the peanut butter.  It’ll be an assembly line!”  Casper said with way to much enthusiasm.  Geneviere and Jasper chuckled at him and followed him into the kitchen.  Casper and Geneviere went straight to the cupboard holding the glasses and plates as Jasper walked over to the fridge to get out the peanut butter, jelly, and milk.
            Casually as Jasper started spreading the grape jelly on the first slice of wheat bread he spoke, “You did well today Gen, just keep your head up.  I know that Casper and I can be a bit too optimistic for you, but when someone is as pessimistic as you are it takes two people to balance it out!”  He finished with a smile, trying not to offend her.
            “I’m not that pessimistic.  I’m sure I’ll do fine here; I’m just out of my element.  It’s been a while since I’ve gone to a normal school.  Not to mention a normal school full of people who I don’t know.  When I lived with you guys I was homebound, but I still had friends in the community who I’ve known my whole life.  Here, I’m an outsider with no one on my side of the line.”
Casper butted in, “And since when haven’t you been an outsider?  Gen you’ve traveled the world, Hell, you lived with the Afar for two months one summer.”  
“That was different; I knew that was only for a few months.  I wasn’t going to stay there for two years.  On top of that, I don’t even want to be here.  If I had it my way I’d be living by myself.  Actually, I probably wouldn’t even have a place to call home.  I’d be so busy going from one country to the next.  I want to help the people who everyone forgets about.  I can’t do that here.  Mom just didn’t care, and that was for the best.”  Geneviere claimed indignantly.  The boys just grumbled in return. 
They knew how Geneviere truly felt, and it wasn’t what she just said.  Underneath that hard exterior was a broken girl who only wanted someone to show it to her that they cared.  That’s why the twins flew up here with her.  They love her and she needs that.  She needs to know that there is someone else’s bed she can crawl into at night when she had a bad dream.  Someone who would sing her to sleep when her thoughts wouldn’t let her. 
Geneviere walked back into the living room with the boys in tow and sat down in front of the sofa, leaning her back against it.  Casper picked up the remote as he went to sit on her left and flipped on the television as Jasper was making himself comfortable on Geneviere’s right.
“Friends is on, we could watch that.”  Suggested Jasper.
“Orrrr, we could go get the old VHS tapes of Mama’s Family.”  Geneviere countered, batting her eyelashes at Casper who was in charge of the remote this evening.  He stared at them both for a few seconds and then went to channel 259 to watch Walker Texas Ranger.  “Typical man.” Geneviere muttered, though she really did enjoy the show.
            After the hour had ended Geneviere went up stairs to her room to unload her very full backpack.  As she sat it on her desk next to her laptop she took a look around the room.  It’s been a while since I’ve been here hasn’t it?  She thought to herself.  The last time I came to see Dad was when I was 15.  That was two years ago now.  I probably would have come up last summer as usual if it weren’t for the fact that they needed me at the ranch after Richard died.  She shook herself out of that thought quickly.  It’s so hard to remain positive when you’re always remembering the negative.
            She laid a hand on the light purple walls remember how she used to get in trouble with Jackson for writing on the walls with crayons before he died.  Eventually they learned not to color where their parents would see.  The first thing she did when she arrived at the house last week was to check and see if the drawing of their family was still in her closet.  She had feared that Thomas had painted over it in preparation of her visit.  Thankfully he did no such thing.
            Her blue curtains fluttered lightly as she opened the window to let the room breathe a bit.  Her dresser was on the wall perpendicular to the window so Geneveire didn’t have to move far to remove most of jewlery.  Leaving only the many cloth bracelets on her left wrist.  Walking over to her closet she placed her two cell phones on the desk.  Luckily no one had called her business line while she was in school.  It’s odd actually having to worry about someone calling my work line during regular business hours.  I’m screwed if someone does.  Unlike Mom, Dad cares if I get in trouble, but it’s not like I can just ignore it if I’m called.  Someone needs help and I’ll be damned if I can’t do something!
            Geneviere hung up her jacket in the closet and stopped dead when she saw the drawing.  She stood there staring at the happy faces of her parents and the smiling stick figures of them all.  Mostly though, she stared at the fake Jackson and thought of his smile and how that if she smiled more she would see it again in the mirror.  It felt like an eternity until Jasper opened her door and asked for help with his Trig homework.  She walked out of the room after him with solemn thoughts, That was when we were happy, that was when we weren’t broken…

            “You’re so exasperating!  Just put this number here and that one there and boom! You’ve got it!”  Geneviere exclaimed at her brother.
            “But why do they go there?  Why do these number work here and not there?  Why can’t I work on both sides of the equation and not just one?”  Jasper insisted.
            “Look Jae, you’re over thinking it.  I know you think you have to understand the why’s behind everything, but frankly, you can get through life pretty well without knowing them all.  I don’t know the answer to your questions.  I do, however, know how to solve the problem and if you want me to keep helping through them I suggest you shut up, listen, and stop over thinking it.”  She snapped.  Geneveire realized that she was being to aggressive about it by the hurt look that went quickly across Jae’ face.  She sighed.  “I’m sorry, it’s been a long day.  Well start from the beginning and work our way back down, okay?” 
            After another hour and a half of math work they were finally finished.  It had been a long day for them all.  Geneveire went back upstairs while the twin boys went into the living room to watch television.  When Geneveire walked into her room she turned on her iHome and played The Fray at a soft volume.  She layed down on her floor and staired at the ceiling.
            Everything is so different now.  I never came to visit Dad because of the memories from this place. Home.  That’s what this place is suppose to be to me now.  I don’t have home, I haven’t had one for a while.  After Jackson died Mom and Dad just abandoned Texas, avoided it in all conversations like an STD.  Mom got custody of me in the divorce, not like it was hard to do since Dad didn’t even fight for me.  He just layed down and took it.
            California had been uncomfortable for me.  Mom was always in and out, Dad would call and check up on me.  I never told him the truth though, the truth would have killed him.  He didn’t fight, but he did care.  I hope.  I never told him about how Mom had drank that whole next year away after Jackson’s death.  Or about the string of me that came through the door.  It was unstable, but then again, so am I.
            I was always alone, even when Mom was home.  She tried to take care of me, but she couldn’t handle it.  Not at first or even as the years went by.  A part of her died that day along with Jackson.  Only a part though, it wasn’t like half of her had been taken away.  Stolen from the years he should have had.  I cried every night, his death constantly on play in my mind.  I became reclusive in school making up friends that I didn’t really have.  The only one who new at the time was Greaty.
            The divorce had left things sour between my Great Grandfather and parents.  He loved my father, and even my mother, but he just hated to see them give up so easily on their marriage.  He fought with them, tried to get them to go to counseling but they wouldn’t listen.  The fighting grew worse.  I remember the night they took the first step to the divorce office.  It was dead silent, like the calm before the storm.  I heard a glass shatter and then the screaming came.  They screamed for hours on end.  I remember walking down stairs, neither of them noticing,-they always thought I’d be asleep by now, never knowing that sleep came rarely to me anymore- I picked up our landline and dialed Uncle Richard as I raced back up the stairs.
            “Shallow Creek Ranch, Richard Johnson speaking.”  My Uncle was always polite when he answered the phone, even when it was 2:39 in the morning.  Up until this point I hadn’t thought about to say to him when he did answer.  I realized that I was at a loss of words.  I’d been silent for a year about the fighting.  Everyone thought that we were adjusting well enough to the loss of my twin brother.  I couldn’t handle it.  The thought of breaking the façade.  I hung up the telephone and muffled my sobs with a pillow.
            An hour later and they were still at it.  “I’m six years old, I shouldn’t have to deal with this!”  I flung myself off the bed, grabbed my Powerpuff girls backpack and stuffed it full of the things that meant the most to me.  The picture of us at the town festival two years ago holding a cone of pumpkin icecream, Jackson’s longhorn stuffed animal, my favorite clothes, and my favorite shirt that belongPowerpuff girls backpack and stuffed it full of the things that meant the most to me.  The picture of us at the town festival two years ago holding a cone of pumpkin ice cream, Jackson’s longhorn stuffed animal, my favorite clothes, and my favorite shirt that belonged to Jackson.          

****This is not based on real life events.****


  1. Loving it, Longstory. :) Just a note: In some of your narrative, you switch tenses seemingly at random. It makes things a bit jarring. I'm stoked to read more!

  2. Looking good. Interesting background development. Keep up the excellent work.

  3. I really like the thought part you close here with. I do think earlier in the story there are a couple points where you maybe give a bit too much/over explain, at one point say that she is a broken girl, but I think the details you give about her life explain that without the need to say it. I really love the assembly line image. Horrible at grammar, and it is hard to see in the blog/column format, so I'm not going to be too specific about that. Mostly I just noticed some little early draft type errors.

    I really enjoyed it. Especially the last bit, it def. makes me want to know more about the characters and how they deal with the situation you are setting up.