Missing Pieces of My Forever-Heart Read Online Free Page A
Author: Janet Grosshandler
credits.
Be editor of the OLOS school newspaper and head photographer for the yearbook.
Not let Jame affect me ever again.
I planted the seeds to my Excellence Plan the week before school started. I hung out with Maddie and her other friends again without the teeny bikinis or foul mouth I had used as my party girl props.
I met with the editor of the Press’ teen page, Mr. Singer, and struck up a deal: I would submit one article a week on teen issues and if he deemed it worthy, he’d use most of them. Plus he would be my mentor on my photos, pointing out topics that needed a new slant. He would send them on to other section editors if they were good enough.
I was SET! I was PSYCHED! Sept. 5 th couldn’t come soon enough to start my new reinvented junior OLOS life! Nothing could stop me now.
Until I walked into my four of my classes that first day and Jame was in each one of them.
Chapter 13
I barely had enough energy to take off my running clothes and get into the shower. The cascading water was not comforting on my skin that felt too tight for my body. I finally understood the “pins and needles” thing because that’s the way I felt- that my skin was being pricked in a thousand places.
I made it really hot and then blasted myself with total cold, trying in vain to stop feeling…to stop sensing the tsunami coming into my life.
I knew Jame or at least I knew him years ago. He always finished things. He never stopped until the final effort was spent. He was tenacious, keeping up the battle for right over wrong in all he said and did. And now I was afraid that I was going to be on the receiving end of this quality I used to admire and now found nauseatingly frightening.
I had to stop thinking about the photos.
Chapter 14
29 Years Ago - Our Lady
of Sorrows High School
First period junior English 3 Honors class! Exactly as I wanted- right at the beginning of my day when I was fresh and ready to go! I walked in and was overjoyed that Sister James Elizabeth stood there propped against the desk same as she was when I had her in freshman English class. BINGO! She didn’t see me at my destructive worst last year and already loved my style of writing.
I knew she would support and help critique my Press newspaper articles and she was the advisor for the OLOS Crimson Times and my stepping-stone to editor! The perfect start to a perfect first day of school.
I went to take my usual seat at the back of the room but remembered my Excellence Plan quickly and slid into the first seat middle row right in front of Sister’s desk. She gave me a toothy smile and turned back to talk with the tall boy by the side of her desk that looked vaguely familiar.
Jame swung around to put his books on the desk next to mine. He must have grown four inches since I last paid any attention to him and he was muscled and filled out from another summer of non-stop basketball I guess. His eyes focused on mine and he gave a little start.
“Um, hi Cath. How are you?” He had already committed to that desk and it probably would have looked funny now that the class had filled up for him to walk to the back of the room in order to avoid sitting next to me. Oh boy.
“Hey Jame, how ya doing?” I quickly opened up my brand new English lit book, took out my notebook and slipped on my studious-student glasses. Mercifully Sister clapped her hands to begin class and all eyes went to her.
I had to remind myself to breathe. Why was I having such a crazy feeling deep in the pit of my stomach? I was so over him, still angry and hurt but determined that he would never know how much I ruined my life over him. I don’t need a boy to make me act so crazy. I found ME this past summer and my feelings or rather my non-feelings about Jame would not affect that, I vowed!
The class passed quickly. I picked up my books and ran out into the hall.
Be editor of the OLOS school newspaper and head photographer for the yearbook.
Not let Jame affect me ever again.
I planted the seeds to my Excellence Plan the week before school started. I hung out with Maddie and her other friends again without the teeny bikinis or foul mouth I had used as my party girl props.
I met with the editor of the Press’ teen page, Mr. Singer, and struck up a deal: I would submit one article a week on teen issues and if he deemed it worthy, he’d use most of them. Plus he would be my mentor on my photos, pointing out topics that needed a new slant. He would send them on to other section editors if they were good enough.
I was SET! I was PSYCHED! Sept. 5 th couldn’t come soon enough to start my new reinvented junior OLOS life! Nothing could stop me now.
Until I walked into my four of my classes that first day and Jame was in each one of them.
Chapter 13
I barely had enough energy to take off my running clothes and get into the shower. The cascading water was not comforting on my skin that felt too tight for my body. I finally understood the “pins and needles” thing because that’s the way I felt- that my skin was being pricked in a thousand places.
I made it really hot and then blasted myself with total cold, trying in vain to stop feeling…to stop sensing the tsunami coming into my life.
I knew Jame or at least I knew him years ago. He always finished things. He never stopped until the final effort was spent. He was tenacious, keeping up the battle for right over wrong in all he said and did. And now I was afraid that I was going to be on the receiving end of this quality I used to admire and now found nauseatingly frightening.
I had to stop thinking about the photos.
Chapter 14
29 Years Ago - Our Lady
of Sorrows High School
First period junior English 3 Honors class! Exactly as I wanted- right at the beginning of my day when I was fresh and ready to go! I walked in and was overjoyed that Sister James Elizabeth stood there propped against the desk same as she was when I had her in freshman English class. BINGO! She didn’t see me at my destructive worst last year and already loved my style of writing.
I knew she would support and help critique my Press newspaper articles and she was the advisor for the OLOS Crimson Times and my stepping-stone to editor! The perfect start to a perfect first day of school.
I went to take my usual seat at the back of the room but remembered my Excellence Plan quickly and slid into the first seat middle row right in front of Sister’s desk. She gave me a toothy smile and turned back to talk with the tall boy by the side of her desk that looked vaguely familiar.
Jame swung around to put his books on the desk next to mine. He must have grown four inches since I last paid any attention to him and he was muscled and filled out from another summer of non-stop basketball I guess. His eyes focused on mine and he gave a little start.
“Um, hi Cath. How are you?” He had already committed to that desk and it probably would have looked funny now that the class had filled up for him to walk to the back of the room in order to avoid sitting next to me. Oh boy.
“Hey Jame, how ya doing?” I quickly opened up my brand new English lit book, took out my notebook and slipped on my studious-student glasses. Mercifully Sister clapped her hands to begin class and all eyes went to her.
I had to remind myself to breathe. Why was I having such a crazy feeling deep in the pit of my stomach? I was so over him, still angry and hurt but determined that he would never know how much I ruined my life over him. I don’t need a boy to make me act so crazy. I found ME this past summer and my feelings or rather my non-feelings about Jame would not affect that, I vowed!
The class passed quickly. I picked up my books and ran out into the hall.
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