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They were not only different when compared to each other but also when compared to general population. She was the reigning queen of Seaview High and ruled over her subjects with an iron fist making sure that if anybody dared step out of the zones their label permitted, they would have hell to pay for.
But if you asked anybody who Natalie loved terrorising on a day to day basis their answer would undoubtedly be me. Natalie and I used to be best friends in Junior High and were close during the first few months of high school but then one fine day she took a complete one eighty and started hating my guts.
Once the girls who like me harboured a crush for Alec found out that I was on good terms with him they practically boy cotted me although they made sure to be nothing but nice when he was around. Natalie simply chose to ignore me at that point of time not choosing to actively humiliate me eveey opportunity she got but during our sophomore year that changed. The love triangle between Alec, Natalie and Jeremy was somewhat of a legend.
So Natalie reached for one higher. When Alec and Natalie started dating I was heartbroken. The three of us had been close through out elementary junior high and elementary school and Alec dating her felt like him choosing her side. Alec was blissfully unaware of the tension inbetween us excitedly talked about her everyday. Most of his time was occupied by Natalie or football and I only got to see him when he came back home late at night after practices or when I had to go pick him up from a party because he was too drunk to drive back home.
Despite all of that they got back together and it seemed like this time around they might actually stick together but then something else came inbetween them. The fight they had over me was when Alec finally realised after two years of obliviousness that Natalie had all but turned me into a social pariah had been huge. He dumped her right then and there and there was such finality in his tone that everybody knew it was for good.
Natalie who no longer cared about her relationship with Alec started a hate campaign against me.
Of course nobody dared to do it in front of him but those few months of my life were pretty much hell. I call Rebecca who tells me that she'll come right out I know better than to gatecrash a party which I'd been explicitly uninvited to and I glance at the crowded doorway to find Jeremy who looks surprisingly sober as he supports Alec hobble out with a short brunette who can be no bu Rebecca in toe. I know this is not a book for everyone, but my review pretty much tells if you will like it or not, I suppose.
The Guy Next Door, was just utterly amazing. This one touched me, really. Like seriously , I like cliches but book full of cliches is really hard to handle. I admit that the book was good. But the lengthy dialogues and philosophical paragraph made me want to skip most of the parts. Every time Jake left Clara , I would be like "what's his problem?
Can't he have a long term relationship? Why does that thought never crossed his mind or even Clara's mind? He was trying to protect her by making her go away from him. This is stupid This is a book full of cliches.
This is stupid and the fact that she used Alec as a rebound is more stupider. Alec isn't a golden boy either. Frankly , I hated him from the start. So that's what I have to say about this book. I absolutely loved this book!
Nylla Camphry wrote this book perfectly and she took you through an emotional rollercoaster and it was great. At one point your crying, then the next your laughing. Once I was laughing and crying a three same time. This book was full of drama and cheesy lines, but that's what made this book so much better. You thought they were going to go one way when they went the other way. I can't explan how much I loved this book and the characte I could not put this book down. I can't explan how much I loved this book and the characters in the book.
I would recommend this to everyone on this roller coaster of emotions and amazing writing. I don't even know where to start but And not to boast or anything but I am a complete bookworm! I mean I am not a nerd like some other people at school. I am not even qualified as a nerd but I love reading! And I just found this book like that, so I started reading it. I did not get my hopes too high as I kne Well umm I did not get my hopes too high as I knew that it would be just some book which I would just to pass time.
And boy was I wrong! I mean when I first started reading it i was all like "Blah blah what nonsense! Before, we never saw 'em.
I was too young to remember. Like nothing. Just a little kid. What is she, eleven or something?
And what's Woofer? Broke everything from there on down, my mom says.
Every bone you got. Hips, legs, everything. She's all casted up. Got those-what do you call 'em? Kids with polio wear 'em. I forget what they're called. Like crutches.
Is she going to walk again? We were almost at the top of the hill. It was almost time for me to leave him there.
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That or suffer Eddie. Just like that. I knew who he meant, of course, but for a moment I just couldn't get my mind to wrap around it. Not right away. It was much too weird a concept. Parents didn't just die. Not on my street. And certainly not in car accidents. That kind of thing happened elsewhere, in places more dangerous than Laurel Avenue. They happened in movies or in books. You heard about it on Walter Cronkite.
Laurel Avenue was a dead-end street. You walked down the middle of it. But I knew he wasn't lying.
I remembered Meg not wanting to talk about the accident or the scars and me pushing. I knew he wasn't lying but it was hard to handle. We just kept walking together, me not saying anything, just looking at him and not really seeing him either. Seeing Meg. It was a very special moment. I know Meg attained a certain glamour for me then. Suddenly it was not just that she was pretty or smart or able to handle herself crossing the brook-she was almost unreal. Like no one I'd ever met or was likely to meet outside of books or the Matinee.
Like she was fiction, some sort of heroine. I pictured her back by the Rock and now I saw this person who was really brave lying next to me. I saw horror. Suffering, survival, disaster. All this in an instant. Probably I had my mouth open. I guess Donny thought I didn't know what he was talking about. My mom says they must have died instantly. That they didn't know what hit 'em. Neat, huh? You should see Susan's though. Scars all over the place. My mom says she's lucky to be alive.
There isn't anybody else. It's us or some orphanage somewhere. At the time I guessed it was true enough, but for some reason I remembered it. I remembered it well. He said it just as we got to Eddie's house, I see myself standing in the middle of the road about to turn and go back down the hill again, go off by myself somewhere, not wanting any part of Eddie-at least not that day.
I see Donny turning to throw the words over his shoulder on his way across the lawn to the porch. Casually, but with an odd sort of sincerity about him, as though this were absolute gospel.
Now that I knew the whole story it was even harder to approach her. I'd never felt so shy.
I'd rehearse what I might say to her. But nothing sounded right. What did you say to someone who'd just lost half her family? It stood there like a rock I couldn't scale.
So I avoided her. Then my family and I did our yearly duty trip to Sussex County to visit my father's sister, so for four whole days I didn't have to think about it. It was almost a relief.
I say almost because my parents were less than two years from divorce by then and the trip was awful-three tense days of silence in the car going up and coming back with a lot of phony jolliness in between that was supposed to benefit my aunt and uncle but didn't. You could see my aunt and uncle looking at one another every now and then as if to say Jesus, get these people out of here.
They knew. Everybody knew. My parents couldn't have hidden pennies from a blind man by then. But once we were home it was back to wondering about Meg again. I don't know why it never occurred to me just to forget it, that she might not want to be reminded of her parents' death any more than I wanted to talk about it. I figured you had to say something and I couldn't get it right.
It was important to me that I not make an ass of myself over this. It was important to me that I not make an ass of myself in Meg's eyes period. I wondered about Susan too. In nearly two weeks I'd never seen her. That ran contrary to everything I knew. How could you live next door to someone and never see her?
I thought about her legs and Donny saying her scars were really bad to look at. Maybe she was afraid to go out. I could relate to that.
I'd been spending a lot of time indoors myself these days, avoiding her sister. It couldn't last though. It was the first week of June by then, time for the Kiwanis Karnival.
To miss the Karnival was like missing summer. Directly across from us not half a block away was an old six-room schoolhouse called Central School where we all used to go as little kids, grades one through five. They held the Karnival there on the playground every year.
Ever since we were old enough to be allowed to cross the street we'd go over and watch them set up. For that one week, being that close, we were the luckiest kids in town.
Only the concessions were run by the Kiwanis-the food stands, the game booths, the wheels of fortune. The rides were all handled by a professional touring company and run by carnies. To us the carnies were exotic as hell.
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Roughlooking men and women who worked with Camels stuck between their teeth, squinting against the smoke curling into their eyes, sporting tattoos and calluses and scars and smelling of grease and old sweat. They cursed, they drank Schlitz as they worked.As usual there was food for sixty. Ultimately his goal guy next door to succeed his father at the helm of guy next door business and he felt management would be better as he could always hire geologists.
We'd lost them, I guess, during some battle. The truth was, I liked her.
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I thought about her legs and Donny saying her scars were really bad to look at. I'd never felt so shy. I knew who he meant, of course, but for a moment I just couldn't get my mind to wrap around it. She had the small beginnings of breasts, and thick pale prominent nipples.