Notes- Her big, deer eyes gazed thoughtfully up into his. Well, she thought, if I'm to have any last words, now’s as good as any time. Almost as though he had read her mind, his breath paused. And a distance [sic], anxious air ingulfed [sic] his face.
"Well, I spose your expectin' soom kinda speech, aye? Well I have only one thing to say." -a pause, maybe waiting for music to start (she had been a southern movie star).- "When I was a kid somewhere,
*Maybe I'm the first 11 year old kid to be writing in 1990!*
I remember my worst fear being, I reccon, well dying as
(*2 minutes till New Year & I hear firecrackers in the distance*)
(It is 1990!! And my only celebration was going outside and Mrs. Walker just screamed Happy New Year!!* - jumping, once screamed and my pure delight for living. Never have I felt the presence of so many other wonderful people around me. My dad said that in Baker, on New Years they had all the trains hoot their horns. Boy its great to be alive!!*)
a nobody. Yeah, that’s what I dreaded about most. Dyin' nobody. And alls I have to say
I'll miss you 1989 Bye!!!!
say to you mister is, well now I'm dying Nobody and I'm prouder then heck ta be doing it thanks mister. Oh, I guess I'll miss you." And her clammy forever hand fell limply from its tender place. Resting inicently [sic] on his hand. The numb sensation lingered awile [sic] there, on this hand. It would never leave. Though he knew he would miss her until, Steve Warren Nobody just couldn't wait to see her again. Where ever it would be.
1990's first day NEW YEARS!!
December 30, 1989 | Tacoma | Age 11
Anyway Beatlejuise (notice how I spell it different every time) was played by Micheal Keaton (I didn't believe it either). I decided I am utterly undesirable by any goundish [sic] fiend or hansome [sic] hero, 'cause I'm just not what they're looking for.
Gosh though, I don't want to die being known as just some other lady who married as a cheerleader to a quarterback who becomes some old car salesman or something. I'll settle anytime for a guy who isn't popular, but just plain different. Maybe a National Geographic journalist or an artist.
Maybe I'll be the star for my own movie and send girls - no people - thinking how undesirable they are and then... let it pass, do what they want, get what they want, and live happily ever after.
But not me. That is not what I want at all. Every thing is so easy for them and their life causes are so simple. It would probably take them thousands of lives to accomplish what I want in this one: to go out and solve all the puzzles and mysteries everywhere around me. Not just about what we think and why.
At first I thought that I could start at mystic places far, far away. But now I realize I want to start I start here. Close around me. One must learn to walk before he (or she of course) can run, then fly. Now I am only crawling.
Oh and uh, by the way, we got a new VHS VCR, ordered a ping-pong table (to go with our present from the Martins), and ate out at El Toro. Great food. Great day!!
Not long til' birthday! Yay!!
P.S. Im writing more often
P.S.S. Mom says to write: I love this girl! xxxoxxoooxxoxooo
My outdoor nightly romps (as I call them) have seemed to increase wonderfully since I began. Though I missed many in La Grande. I would have surely frozen, but I’m sure the twilight magic would have been truly special. It being my home & near Anne.
But tonight I had a magnificent one. I spose I’m really not much of the outdoor person, but I swear, when I dance out there, I feel one with the nature, the world, the universe. Its magnificent!!
Usually I pretend I’m preforming [sic] for a spectacular aray [sic] of fawns, fairys [sic], nymphes [sic] (water & tree), and ‘thought to be’ mythalogical [sic]. Unicorns, Nomes, well I know they’re all there) and all the ones I didn’t name. For most humans cannot see them, but their [sic] diffinitly [sic] there! Everywhere!! Thats what I believe. And someday I’ll see them all!!
Anyway, todays preformance [sic] started as the unsuspecting daughter of M- & D- Hoopes walks humanly down the stairs onto the patio, armed heavily with every possible bubble-blowing apparatus known to man. A Bottle of buble [sic] solution, a plastic (tin ones rust) bowl, a green towel, and yes a Swiss Bubble blower.
She marches gallantly to her favorite perch on the back porch door porch steps. And there the magic begins. At first it started as trying yet again [to] prove to Lucifer the house hold jumpy (hard childhood I guess) that he should “Trust me, Trust me” “I wouldn’t hurt you” and quit being so terrified of those darn bubles.
And soon the magic ingulfed [sic] him too and I was dancing wildly everywhere. Splashing every living blade of grass in two foot radius of me. I had been magically transformed into some mad (crazy) gypsy princess who danced with the leaves in the breeze. Then to a humble Mistro [sic], conducting my orchestra consisting of Lucifer. Who was not amused.
Then I was again the gypsy wild as ever, twirling around, bubbles everywhere (incidently [sic], my intire [sic] show was done with Bubble Blower buble bottle in my hands. Producing a dizzy amount of bubbles for my magnificent finallay [sic]! (insert violins Daaa….Dum!!!)
After thanking my orchestra (who was still not amused) and bowing to her imperial majesty Queen of Fairies, I returned to the mortal relm [sic] (my house) with nothing to show but a pair numb to the core feet, a dizzy headache, and bubble soaked sleeves.
- Sarah Hoopes
3 days till Birthday
I guess I've decided to relate this morning probably cause its quite strange & I've nothing better to do.
After getting up at 12:00 (same time I got to sleep last night & the night before that, only then it was with my mom only) I was thuroughly [sic] rushed to get up & get dressed! Doing the first part & retreating to the thrownroom. (bathroom)