I am working on a book that is kinda (not completely) based off my life. This right now is the beginning but I might go back and make a different beginning. I might take this all out, it might go in the middle. I am not sure where I am going to go with this whole project of mine …yet. I just felt like finally starting it. Any spelling errors and what not just ignore for now. I do not know if Iwant to tell it in 1st person or 3rd person, past or present so I might bounce around a bit until I figure out what exactly I want to do with it. Anyways, enjoy! Keep in mind this is a very rough draft. I will come back and edit it time and time again until I get it just right.
Chapter One
I remember my first wedding quite well. The wedding was outside in a huge grassy field. The grass was dead of course, it was the Nevada desert, getting grass to grow was nearly impossible. The air was dry and there was a nice breeze. The breeze could not hide the heat. The sun was baking the dry grass and the black top of the basketball courts. Kids were laughing and playing. Teachers were blowing their whistles. It was recess at John R Elementary School.
“Do you take Jenna to be your awfully wedded wife?” My older sister Erica asked Ben. She was in charge of the whole wedding. It was her idea to begin with. She got my boyfriend to propose and she even supplied the rings.
“Yes, I do” Ben said as he put a little cloth pink and yellow ring on my finger. Ben was the most popular boy in school and he just happen to be in my class. He sat right in front of me, I never talked to him. Erica was friends with his older sister. They both decided that Ben and I would be boyfriend and girlfriend. So we were.
“Do you take Ben to be your awfully wedded husband” She asked me as I fidgeted with the ring. It was too big.
“Can I PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE go play basketball with Tyson? PLEASE!” I begged.
“Jenna! Just get married! Geez!” She said back to me.
“Fine, he can be my husband.” I said as I put his ring on his finger. It was made out of dead grass. I knew there was no point in fighting with Erica. It was easier to just let her have her way, besides if I got done with this wedding then I would still have time to play.
“Now for the best part!” Erica said, as our audience of 4th and 5th graders cheered us on.
“The best part? Erica we are married,you said we just had to get marrie-” I was cut off.
”You may kiss the bride!”
Ben looked at me. I thought we were just getting married! I completely forgot about the kissing part!
“Erica, you are such a jerk! You know if I kiss Ben mom is going to be mad.” I protested. I did not want to kiss Ben I wanted to go play basketball. I was also certain I would be in trouble if I kissed a boy.
“DO IT! DO IT!” all the kids around me were saying.
“Jenna, I won’t tell Mom. I promise! You have to kiss him, you are married!”
I knew better. I knew if I kissed Ben then Erica would go running to Mom right when we got home. Besides, I saw mom kissing Dad and now mom was pregnant. If went home and I was pregnant then mom would be even more mad. She might even take my Sega away.
With the thought of my Sega getting taken away and remembering that I could in fact get pregnant from kissing boys, I pushed Ben away. Knocking him to the floor. Then I ran. I was the fastest runner in school. I had over twenty awards to prove it. The only person who would stand a chance at catching me was my best friend Tyson. He was not chasing me so I knew I didn’t have to run at top speed.
Erica was going to be mad at me for running from my wedding. She was going to be even madder that I lost the wedding ring. That her was her ring, she probably wanted it back.
I avoided Erica and my husband the rest of recess. By the time school was out for the day the wedding had been forgotten about. Until we got home.
“Mom! Jenna almost kissed a boy!” Erica said as we threw our backpacks on the floor.
“Erica made me!” I said back.
“I did not! She almost kissed Ben, they got married and everything!” Erica said.
“Ben? You mean your brother?” Mom asked. Erica was 9, I was 8 and Ben my younger brother was 6. Mom was getting pretty big with another baby brother or sister.
“No not Ben! Ben Johnson her boyfriend! Jenna wanted to kiss him and I kept telling her not to! She wouldn’t listen!” Erica lied, while teasing me. She knew I did not want mom to know I had a boyfriend. It was not my fault I was his girlfriend and it was embarrassing. Now mom thought I wanted to kiss a boy. I was going to be in so much trouble.
“Shut up! Erica MADE me get married! See I told you that you would tell mom! You always tell mom and you are lying! ” I was about to cry. I couldn’t tell if mom was going to be really mad or not but I hated being in trouble. I had a boyfriend, I got married, I almost got pregnant and Erica was telling Mom the whole story wrong. How could I not be in trouble? I ran down the hall to my room trying not to cry.
My room was blue. Blue wallpaper, blue carpet, blue everything. Blue was my favorite color. I looked at the wallpaper on the wall. It was peeled off in a corner. I got in trouble for peeling the paper off my wall. I remember Dad spanked me. I cried and cried. I tried to tell my parents that I had not peeled the paper off. It was true! I hadn’t peeled it off. I don’t know who did. Looking at it now I knew it had to be Erica. Why was she always trying to get me in trouble?
I started working on packing my room. When the baby got here this was going to be it’s room. I was moving into Erica’s room. Erica’s stupid pink room. With pink wall paper and pink shelves. It wasn’t fair, but I wanted a little baby brother or sister more then anything. Even more then my blue room. Maybe I could share the room with the baby and not Erica. I needed to remember to ask mom and dad about that, but first I had to give them time to forget about the wedding.
