2 new stories...

Plenty of Proposals

My name is Camilla Parsons, and today is my wedding day. Ever since I was a little girl I have been dreaming about this day. The white dress, the pink roses, my father walking me down the aisle, the diamond engagement ring, and even the song we dance to. The only thing that was unclear was the groom. Over the years his face and name changed, but now I know who he is, and he is waiting for me at the end of the aisle. Like any normal girl I have had my share of heartache, but unlike most girls I have had plenty of proposals. Most women get one proposal. I had 20 from different men. To understand why I am so happy, you have to hear the storybook like tales.

First Proposal

January 18, 1988

Age 6

Ever since our teacher told us she got engaged, a new recess game was created. One boy would propose to a different girl and they would be engaged for the rest of the year. Cammy wasn’t expecting a proposal ever because it had been at least a month without one. Max had been making fun of her in class today and she was especially sad. Hiding out in the corner of the playground she shuffled her feet and played with her pigtails hoping no one would see her crying.


AND....

One Hot Summer

Macy huffed as she tossed her suitcase into the car’s trunk. “Oh, stop your whining and get in the car. You are going to love spending the summer at the lake.” He mother seemed to feel the need to keep mentioning all the fun the lake is. If it was so much fun how come they had never gone before her mom married Alan. Slamming the car door behind her, Macy yanked the seat belt and buckled in for what was sure to be a summer of pure hell. Putting in her headphones and cranking up her music, Macy wished that she could stay home alone for the summer. She would do anything to get away from her mom, Alan, and she couldn’t forget Belinda. Oh course forgetting her would be easier if Belinda wasn’t sitting next to her wearing an entire bottle of pomegranate body spray. Fake gagging as Belinda buckled her seat belt Macy just returned the glare that Belinda sent her way. “Behave you two, or you will both be stuck setting up the house when we get there instead of catching up with friends.” Her mother warned as if it was even a threat. “Doesn’t matter, I don’t have any friends there.” “You’ll make some soon enough.” “Doubt it.” Turning up her music and staring out the window, Macy settled in for a long boring ride.

Carpe Diem,

Tabitha