High School And New Clothes
I'm at work right now, it's 924 in the morning. 924 and I'm at work...on a saturday...during spring break. I will be here until 5. 9-5 like a working adult. What the hell, how did I get here? I fucking hate this place, it's really old and it smells like old people. My boss lacks any serious respect for me, and yet I'm still here. All of the other receptionists make 10$ a hour and I make only 750$...and we all do the same thing except I've been here longer and have more respondsiblities. Did I mention I love my job yet?? So what they make in 4 days, I make in 6. Really fair. I somehow always end up with the shit end of the stick.
Back when I couldn't spell my own name, I lived on Kimberley common. It was a heck of quiet street until all of us *kate, april, myself and cameron* learned to talk and fight and cause trouble. 13 years I've known these people. 13 years of memories. And I get this phone call from Kate at 11 last night, confirming my fears. It was cameron in that car accident. He's been air lifted to Eden in Castro Valley. And no he's not on life support. Bruised lung and broken pelvic bone, lots of pain and he can't remember a thing. BUT he's talking...thank god he's talking. His mom will keep us up to date, but he's going to be okay. Thats the bottom line. I knew God wouldn't take Moron away from us. Cameron and I used to be good friends, best friends. Until high school and clothing kind of drifted us away from one another. Understandable, we both went our seperate ways and he alteast says hi to me, I just wish things could be back the way they were when we lived on Kimberley. Back when we used to sit outside until like 12 at night talking about how unfair we thought our parents were, or when we used to play capture the flag. Gayness that Cameron and I could never be on the same team because we were the supposed 2 best. Then there were the always eventful water balloon fights, and this will be the only time I'll EVER admit this, but the girls almost always lost. We tried, and that's all that matters. Cameron and I used to walk to burger king together, most the time we would go with everyone else, but there was times when it was just him and I. We used to pay him to play in the play place and while he was, we would pour honey into his soda. Aww, good times. Back when the only thing that really mattered was how to get back at the boys.
And now look at where we are, where we all ended up. Completely different people now, it's pretty scary the way the world and society shaped us into what we see now.
...as cliche as it sounds, a part of me will always be that kid from kimberley common.
//wow was that corny.
Back when I couldn't spell my own name, I lived on Kimberley common. It was a heck of quiet street until all of us *kate, april, myself and cameron* learned to talk and fight and cause trouble. 13 years I've known these people. 13 years of memories. And I get this phone call from Kate at 11 last night, confirming my fears. It was cameron in that car accident. He's been air lifted to Eden in Castro Valley. And no he's not on life support. Bruised lung and broken pelvic bone, lots of pain and he can't remember a thing. BUT he's talking...thank god he's talking. His mom will keep us up to date, but he's going to be okay. Thats the bottom line. I knew God wouldn't take Moron away from us. Cameron and I used to be good friends, best friends. Until high school and clothing kind of drifted us away from one another. Understandable, we both went our seperate ways and he alteast says hi to me, I just wish things could be back the way they were when we lived on Kimberley. Back when we used to sit outside until like 12 at night talking about how unfair we thought our parents were, or when we used to play capture the flag. Gayness that Cameron and I could never be on the same team because we were the supposed 2 best. Then there were the always eventful water balloon fights, and this will be the only time I'll EVER admit this, but the girls almost always lost. We tried, and that's all that matters. Cameron and I used to walk to burger king together, most the time we would go with everyone else, but there was times when it was just him and I. We used to pay him to play in the play place and while he was, we would pour honey into his soda. Aww, good times. Back when the only thing that really mattered was how to get back at the boys.
And now look at where we are, where we all ended up. Completely different people now, it's pretty scary the way the world and society shaped us into what we see now.
...as cliche as it sounds, a part of me will always be that kid from kimberley common.
//wow was that corny.