Broken

Broken glass

By Gigi  O

   Memories what wonderful scary things that happen for some scientific reason most teenagers don’t regularly chose to debate about. My first memory is walking with my mom at Winco, mom is asking me what kind of sherbet I want. The bright lights of the store reflect off of the shiny white floor. I remember the feel of the cold frosty glass around us; we are in the freezer section. My memory ends there. I think we got rainbow sherbet. Memories for me are like dreams everyday they feel more and more like a dream, if I don’t write down my memories and label them memories in big black letters, I won’t be able to tell the difference between my dreams and my memories. Sometimes mom and dad tell me stories about when I was little, they tell me stories so often, and show me pictures to match the stories, I never know if I see what they talk about in my mind, or it’s a memory; something I remember happening.

 

 Throughout life I took a lot of tests, math tests [ugh], tests for my heath; like my lack of hearing, or a memory test; recently I took a memory test, a person with an amazing memory would have a number grade of 85 to 100, almost perfection. Someone with a not so good memory would have a number grade of 40 to 60. I when I got my memory grade back it was really low, a 8, my parents were not happy, and my brother thought I wasn’t trying, one of my friends laughed at me, one didn’t believe me, and the other one supported me and gave me a big hug. The third friend, I talked about; the one that hugged me, is no longer my friend, I have so many memories of us, the beginning of our friendship until the end, her name is Dana. She had very dirty blond hair, but she dyed it, it never has a permanent length, over the years it has gotten shorter. Dana can do cartwheels, Dana can skip, Dana is so alive, she loves to dance.  I loved her, her personality; she was funny, so nice, so strong, and she had her own different style, I can’t find the right words to describe Dana. She always reminded me of a parrot so bright and colorful, she never just would walk somewhere, and she would always skip and dance. One memory I had of her was when we first met, It was in seventh grade; I had a lot of friends, I know it was the beginning of the year, because it was still hot out, the sun’s bright yellow rays creased my back with warmth, as I walked threw the lime green grass that tickled my ankles.

  Alisha was a girl I had just recently met, we started hanging out, and so she declared us friends. As new friends she started to introduce me to her other friends. I met a lot of nice people, as Alisha pulled me along; it was very quick and brief when I met Dana. I could tell Dana was going to be my friend some day just like Alisha. Now when I remember meeting Dana, all the people talking around me is just a pointless buzz of sound, Dana’s face flickers, it appears and then quickly disappears, a pitch black screen for a fraction of a second appears before Dana’s face comes back. Its like I am watching an old film, and someone keeps on flicking the light in the room on and off, on and off. I was braver than I was in sixth grade, but I was still shy. I waved nervously at Dana; and she smiled; I love her smile. The moment she smiled the world brighten up four knocks, click, click, click, click, the sun was directly behind her showing a halo around her dirty blond hair, that hung to her shoulders. Her eyes are bright as her smile, big dark chocolate eyes, some people say that blue and green eyes are the prettiest, but I strongly disagree, I would die for the color of her eyes. “Hello” I think she said something like that. I might have mumbled something, but I forget. I slowly slightly smiled back.

Flash, all the sudden Alisha pulled me away to meet some new people, as Dana turned and started talking to Carline; another girl that I had just met. Alisha whirled me off to meet some new people, as fast as she pulled me along; away from Dana my memory vanished.

  The next memory I remember of seventh grade was I was sitting in the middle of the school’s grassy wet field, I think I was later in the year because the grass had changed from a lime green to a just boring old green; the color of green you get in a set of ten markers. I was lying next to Carline and another girl, I don’t remember if it was Alisha or Dana, they both had blond hair, they both were very smart, or maybe I was sitting next to my best friend since kindergarten Ronnie. Ronnie and I stayed friend until 8^th grade, then are friendship slowly faded away. Ronnie was the best, I had trouble in grade school and she always helped me out. When I said something wrong; when I used the wrong grammar she would correct me. Oh boy she could sing, I was confused I didn’t see her on American idol this year, she could win, just with a snap. One thing Ronnie and I had in common was that we loved, LOVED music. Ronnie got me to love music if you told her one word, any word she could find a song that had that word in it and sing the whole song. One time we went to a dance at my school the theme was the 80’s we were some of the only people that dressed up. I remember testing her ability to suddenly sing any song in the world. She won! We got in a little fight because I told her she was annoying, she “sang so much my head hurt” I told her. I lied I was just really jealous. Our friendship didn’t end at the 80’s dance but it all started going down hill from there.