I cry out with no reply...

Today was okay. I went to the courthouse and finally got my permit. Pathetic, isn't it? I finally get my permit, now that I'm almost sixteen. I look extremely chunky in my photograph, but it's an adorable sort of chunky, so I'm okay with it. I'm beginning to wonder if I ought to put on a few pounds, as to improve my appearance. *smiles* I also went out to eat at Pizza Hut. That was pleasant. I attended cheerleading practice tonight. That was... cheerleading. (I'm not really sure there's another way to describe it.) I ran into a few friends and visited for a short while, then came home. I then helped tidy the house up a bit and watched a movie with a couple of friends. After that, Dad took me driving. That was exciting, indeed. I must confess that I nearly backed into a building. Other than that, I did fairly well. After I had finished driving, I came and fixed myself a strawberry shake and lounged around while watching MASH. That's right folks, I dig MASH. Anyhoo, I'm not much for energy these days. I'm not sure what my deal is, but my breathing is so messed up. Oh well, no worries. I have no reason to whine. In other news, I'm here in Iowa until Monday. I think Mom and Dad are driving me down then, and they'll probably stay there for a night or two. I'm not sure yet. Their anniversary is tomorrow, so I figure I"ll be babysitting tomorrow night. Perhaps I'll think up something fun to do with the kids. Playing baseball sounds like a fun time, if only I could accumulate enough gloves for an effective game to commense. I guess since I haven't given you much for news lately, I'm making up for it? I'm craving music, but I'm stuck locked inside this quiet atmosphere, occupied only by the voices of certain people and the television. I suppose I could go forth and put some music on; however, children are sleeping, along with Dad, so I probably shouldn't. I'll just have to make time to jam out to Chevelle before I rest my eyes for the night ...or maybe I won't listen to Chevelle tonight. I listen to Chevelle all the time. Perhaps I'll listen to something different. Alright, I declare that it's time for a subject change. Do you ever get that weak feeling? the one where you feel to fragile to do anything? and then feel so useless for not doing anything? It's that feeling of incompitence that can be caused by either emotional or physical health. It's that pesky feeling that hits you right on the reflex button of your knee when you can't feel your knee at all and seems to do nothing but make you aware that you have all the resources to do what you want to do or should do, but are still incapable of doing so? I don't know. Maybe I'm alone in this feeling, but I doubt it. Wow, I should really work on that story of mine, shouldn't I? That will probably make me feel a bit more useful. Let's give it a try, shall we?




Upon finishing a pleasant breakfast with her family, Candi asked to be excused and then rose from her chair. She pushed her chair into it's proper spot just beneath the table and turned to leave, when her little brother leaped energetically onto her path. "Robert!" her mother scolded, "Do be mindful of your sister. This is a very important day for her, and she needn't be bothered." Robert crouched. He was small for his age; a small boy with light brown hair. His teeth were horribly crooked in his mouth and caused him to speak with a bit of a slur.

"Yes, mother," Robert replied meekly. "May I please go to town with Dad and Candi today? Please?" he begged. He knew that there was no chance of it ever happening, but he had seen the way his Mom had been acting toward Candi, so He was hopeful.

"Of course not. You have chores to do," Samantha responded firmly. She dismissed the thought completely, though Robert's whinings went on. She scurried about, cleaning off the table and beginning on the breakfast dishes. This would generally be Candi's chore, but Samantha didn't mind on a day like this.

Candi continued on her path to the boudoir. Once she'd closed the door, she examined herself closely in the mirror. She smiled that perfect smile. She felt beautiful. It was truly a fabulous day. She couldn't help but me optimistic. "Things are just going to get better from here," she whispered to herself in the mirror.

"Candi! It's time to leave, m'dear," called Candi's father from the hallway. You could hear in his voice that he was anxious to leave.

"Yes, Daddy," Candi said loudly, "I'll be out in just a moment." After smiling at herself in the mirror one last time, she turned to the door. She walked with a bit of a skip out to the car, grabbing her bag along the way.

"What's in there?" questioned Stanley. He curiously examined the bag as she set it in the back seat of their blue station wagon.

"Just a few small things to help me remember my trip," replied Candi with a grin. He knew automatically what that meant. It's funny how they communicated through smiles like that.
It's a special kind of relationship; the one between a father and daughter. You could see this clearly in this relationship here. They had some kind of deep connection that could not be shaken by anything or anyone.

Their station wagon pulled away from the house. Candi looked back at her home. Her little brother, Robert, was waving excitedly. She would have to tell him everything about her trip. He was, of course, her closest friend. Her mom smiled with tears in her eyes as she watched the vehicle leave the driveway and make its way down the long lane on which they lived.

Candi felt the tears well up in her eyes as well. This was the start of something new, something different. This was the end of her childhood. This was the beginning of her independent life. This was her big adventure.




Well, that's where I'll leave you for today. I'll do my best to work on it a bit more tomorrow. I do feel a little better now. Hooha! Okay, maybe not that much better... *removes Hooha* I am okay though. All is well, right? I'm done for the evening. Enjoy yourselves. God bless you. Goodnight. *waves*