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Friday, June 8, 2012

The Story of Me part 43

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Leo stood and looked around at the faces of the boys who hadn’t run from the house when they saw he had a piece of the broken mirror in his hand. No one said a word. No one even made eye contact. Leo dropped the glass onto the floor and ran from the house.

Leo didn’t stop running until he was standing on Harmony’s porch. She had been sitting outside waiting for him, but she was reading a book and her eyes were down so she didn’t see his approach. Harmony looked up expecting to see Leo’s crooked smile but instead she saw his lips trembling as tears ran down his face mixing with dirt and blood.

“Leo, what happened to you? Are you alright? Leo?” Harmony started crying instantly. Leo just stood there as she jumped up and threw her arms around him. “Leo, talk to me? Who hurt you?”

Leo was in shock, but he slowly wrapped his arms around the girl who had been his best friend since third grade. The girl who made him want to grow into a man who was worthy of having her in his life. “Harmony, I’m so sorry.” Leo was fighting back the tears because he didn’t want to scare Harmony anymore than he already had.

“Come in th house. We’ll get Mary and Gene. They’ll take you to the hospital.” Hamony pleaded with him.

“Harmony, stop.” the sound of Leo’s voice scared Harmony. He had never raised his voice to her before. “Listen to me.” Leo said as he placed his hands on Harmony’s face.

Harmony looked up at him with the saddest eyes he had ever seen on this sad little girl. Leo felt the sadness in his heart and was angry with himself for being the cause of her pain. “I have to go away for awhile.” Leo couldn’t fight the tears any longer as he tried to shush Harmony’s cries.
“Listen to me. I did something. I did something bad and I have to go away.” Leo tried to explain as quickly and calmly as he could.

“Why, Leo, why?” Harmony continued to cry.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I have to go away, but I promise you I’ll be back. I’ll be back for you.” Leo leaned his forehead against Harmonys as he once again tried to quiet her tears.

“Don’t leave me. I’ll come with you. I’ll come with you, Leo.”

“You can’t come where I’m going. The Harrison’s will take care of you. Just stay here until I come back for you. Stay here where you’re safe.”

“No!” Harmony cried even harder.

Leo heard police sirens and they sounded like they were getting closer so he knew he had to hurry. “I’ll be back for you. I promise. I will always come back for you.” Leo dropped his hands from Harmony’s face and took a few steps back. Harmony was crying so hard her body was shaking. “I’ll be back.” Leo said one last time before running off the porch and down the street.

Leo ran until he was far enough away that he could no longer hear Harmony calling after him. He stopped long enough to look around and get his bearings. Then he pulled his shirt up and attempted to wipe his face clean. After Leo had done that he walked to the street corner, took a seat on the curb and waited for the police to come find him.

Leo didn’t have to wait long. He knew that the police would go to Harmony’s house looking for him and he couldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t let her see them taking him to jail.
A police car pulled to a stop in front of Leo moments after he sat down. A second car pulled up right after that. Leo didn’t try to run away he simply put his hands in the air and waited for the arrest to happen.

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Kinder-Grad by FlowerScraps

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On Monday we had our Kindergarten promotion program. I took my camera to school, but I never took it out of the camera bag. UGH!

I really wish I had gotten some pictures because the kids always look so cute all dressed up and Flower Scraps has just released this adorable Kinder-Grad kit...


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Since I was a total dork and failed to get any photos on Monday, I decided to make a layout with an older vibe to it. I used pictures of my friend Amanda who is finishing up middle school this year...


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Right now Kinder-Grad is on sale at Digital Scrapbooking Studio so make sure you check it out and visit FlowerScraps blog to see more layouts.

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Just so you know...

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He read.

He called.

He misses my left hand.

BUT....I still don't want to go to New Jersey. lol!

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Sunday, June 3, 2012

Orange Croc Guy

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It was pointed out to me last week that my blog posts have not been funny lately and I had to admit to being too sleepy for funny adventures. I said that maybe summer vacation would bring back the funny, but now I have to admit that I'm not so sure that's going to happen. At least not any time soon.

There's been a big change in my life. I've known for quite some time that it was coming and as of this morning it's official.

Ladies and Gentlemen, Orange Croc Guy has left the building.

Actually, he's left Florida all together.

After his mother passed away last summer, he started going to New Jersey once every couple of months or so to take care of things that needed to be done. Being around family again started making him feel homesick so when his cousin offered up a business opportunity he couldn't turn it down. For right now, he's gone for at least three months, but who knows what will happen after that.

He's rented his place out to a friend for the summer and asked me to join him in NJ once I finish school, but I had to say no because it's New Jersey. What the heck am I supposed to do in New Jersey? And what if he decides to stay? I'm not entirely sure they even let people with southern accents into New Jersey.

This morning before he left we had one of our usual conversations where in true Ginger fashion I refused to say what I really felt...

OCG: Are you going to miss me?

ME: No.

OCG: You'll miss me.

ME: No I won't.

OCG: What are you going to do while I'm gone.

ME: I'm going to eat ice cream for breakfast everyday, order fajitas for dinner every night just so I can see the cute fajita delivery guy and I'm going to google stalk Russell Brand.

OCG: Sounds like fun, but you'll still miss me.

ME: No I won't.

OCG: You'll miss me and when you do I want you to call me.

ME: I won't be calling cause I won't miss you.

OCG: You'll miss me.

ME: No I won't.

OCG: I'm not going to call you if you don't call me, so you better miss me and you better call me when you do.

ME: I guess we won't be talking cause I won't miss you.

I won't bore you with the rest of the conversation cause it just went back and forth with him saying, "Yes you will." and me saying, "No, I won't." over and over again.


I have always told Orange Croc Guy that he is not allowed to read this blog. He has always claimed that he doesn't want to read this blog. However, I know that he has and I am betting ~hoping~ that he will again. So, once again, in true Ginger fashion, here I am saying way too much, way too late and to all the wrong people because maybe, just maybe, he'll read this and maybe he'll call...maybe...


OCG,

You asked what I would miss the most about you and I let you know that I would be far too busy to miss you, but what I should have told you is that I will miss your hands. Or, more specifically, your right hand.

The one that reaches for mine with silent confidence and holds on with a gentle strength that lets me know I am safe.

The one with fingers that fit perfectly into the spaces between my own.

The one whose warmth I feel as it rests on my lap or across my shoulder.

The one you place on the small of my back as I enter a room beside you.

The one you cover your face with as you shake your head and laugh at my ridiculousness.

The one I reach for when I am frightened.

The one you don't use when we arm wrestle because you know I'm left handed.

The one that you wave impatiently as you try to explain something to me for the second or, sometimes, the third time.

The one you rub against your chin when you're thinking.

The one with the scar that's been there since you were a child.

The one that holds the TV remote just out of my reach.

The one that has reached out to dry more than one of my tears.


Your right hand. I miss your right hand the most.

















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