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Titanium Chapter 2- Stranded Part 1

Titanium

By Meagan Rose Cortez

Chapter 2 – Stranded Part 1

All I could do was stand there and stare at him. ‘How is he here? I thought he was gone forever!’

Click click click, the sound of a camera brought me back from my thoughts. ‘Oh no. Not now.’ I turned and saw Laura with her big professional camera taking multiple pictures of the boy before me. ‘Just perfect. This is EXACTLY what I need right now. Ugh!’ She couldn’t even wait until I started talking before she went into stalker mode. I proceeded to give her one of my infamous death glares. She didn’t seem all that impressed… or scared. None the less, she got the hint and left us alone. “That was…Random. She one you you friends?” He looked wierded out. I don’t blame him. I would be too if I was in his position. “Yea. She takes some getting used to.” I answer.

“It’s been a while.” he said.

“Five years.”

There was an awkward silence. I still couldn’t believe it. I haven’t seen Jang Hyun-Su since the sixth grade. Since he got expelled. And now he’s here, on the balcony near mine.

“How’ve you-”

“HEY SIS! Look who I found! We’re Roomies!” mu twin brother Renato interrupted.

Renee came back and was pleasantly surprised to see Hyun-Su.

“Oh my God! How’ve you been, you’ve been M.I.A for five years!” she shouted. Ramona and Laura then came back outside. Just by looking at Laura, you could tell that she was already obsessed with him. Possibly even MORE than all of the other guys she’s stalked. Oh dear > <’. After everyone was introduced, they went back to their rooms.

As I started to unpack, I couldn’t help but thinking of Hyun-Su. We’ve been good childhood friends. I first met him when we were five. His family was the new family in town. As a Korean family moving into a hispanic neighborhood, it’s safe to say that they had a hard time adjusting and making friends with the neighbors. All of the kids made fun of Hyun-Su. They thought it was fun to tease the chino, insulting him in spanish and the skin around their eyes to make them look slanted. It was terrible. One day my brother and I – when we actually got along – chased the little tormentors away, and invited him to play with us. After that, my mom made a point to meet his mother and they had become close friends, and so did Hyun-Su and me. Hyun-Su was shy, but not shy enough NOT to tell my brother off. Those two had a complicated relationship. They mixed like oil and water, yet deep down, they really cared about each other.

The kids in elementary school were cruel to Jang Hyun-Su. He was a small quiet kid. He never really talked to anyone except for Renato and I, and a select few teacher. The kids would tease hi, calling him chinese when they all knew he was a coreano. They would also break his chopsticks and destroy his bento box. I hated seeing Hyun-Su tormented, so I would beat those kids up for him. Yeah, I got into a lot of trouble for fighting, but if it kept them off of Hyun-Su’s back, it was worth it. Who did these snot-nosed kids think they were? He’s korean instead of hispanic, so what? We were ALL minorities at that school! As we grew older, Hyun-Su and I grew closer. However, he also became angrier. No matter how much of a front he put up, I could tell he was keeping all of the sadness and hatred inside. He was a ticking time bomb, just waiting to go off… And he did.

I heard a knock on the door. The dorm advisers were going around to give out the uniforms and schedules. The uniform consisted of a blazer, a knit vest – both with the school symbol embroidered on them – a white long sleeve button down shirt, a Catholic school girl type of skirt, and knee high socks. It was our jobs to buy the shorts to wear under the skirts. The school symbol was an elaborate shield with Jane Austen in the middle of it written in script. There were also red and blue satin ribbons. Ugh, should’ve known my mom would buy those too. The gym uniform was a grey T-shirt with the school symbol, and black shorts that were to my relief, down to the knees.

After I finished checking out my uniform, I looked at my schedule.

9Am Period 1 – Spanish - Mrs Gonzalez

9:50Am Period 2 – Global 2 – Mr Chipman

10:35Am Period 3 - Forensics – Dr Binishi

11:10Am Period 4- Geometry – Ms Buchsbum

12:00Pm Period 5 – English – Ms Martinez

12:55Pm Lunch/Study Hall

2:05Pm Period 6 – Gym – Ms Reda

2:55Pm Period 7 – Creative Writing – Ms Brogan

3:45Pm Period 8 – Art – Mr Lee

This school’s scheduling formula’s very different from other public and private schools. First of all, first period doesn’t start until 9Am, and breakfast is served from 7Am to 8:45Am. Each class is 45 minutes long, as always, that hasn’t changed. Second, they day is split up into Morning and Afternoon classes. The Morning classes consist of the major classes and lunch isn’t considered a period, which is why it’s about an hour long. The Afternoon classes only consist of gym and electives. Thus, we start our classes at 9Am and end our school day at 3:45Pm. Our regular classes are Monday through Friday, and on saturdays we have study hall from 9:30Am to 11:30Am. Sundays, we have completely free. Everyday, regardless of schooldays or free days, breakfast was served from 7 – 8:45Am, lunch was served around 1Pm, and dinner was served at 7Pm.

This school not only stresses the importance of working hard and keeping to a schedule. It also stressed the importance of being social and working with different types of people. I guess that’s why have study hall for 2 hours on saturdays. Yes, it’s enforced to help us keep up with our homework, and they give A LOT of it! But it’s also for us to meet other kids and possibly find a tutor or just plain meet someone that you wouldn’t have met otherwise… Or possibly see someone you haven’t seen in five years!

What am I gonna do? I haven’t seen or heard from Hyun-Su in a LONG time! I thought he forgot about me…Or blamed me for what happened. DOES he blame me?

“Knock, knock.” Renee was at my door. We went to my balcony and talked while looking at each other’s schedules.

“Aww, I don’t see you till lunch.” I say. We only have lunch and gym together. She has creative writing, but not the same period as me though. I was hoping I’d have her in most of my classes. Don’t get me wrong, I love Ramona and Laura but Renee’s been there for me since the sixth grade…When Hyun-Su was expelled.

“So, how long has it been since you’ve seen him?” she asked. Oh crap, here we go! “Eh, Renato’s fine. I don’t wanna start nagging him until…”

“I wasn’t talking about Renato and you know it.” Crap!

“I just…I just wanna avoid him for now.” I say

“Why do you want to avoid him? Aren’t you two childhood friends or something?”

“I’m just afraid that he blames me for what happened in 6^th grade.”

“Why would he blame you for that? Nena, if anything he blames those stupid girls!” she said sternly.

“I just…”

“No nena you of all people should know he hold that against you! You’re talking to him, even if I have to drag you!” His room is just around the corner from mine, so his balcony and mine are almost right next to each other. I tell her that I’ll talk to him to appease her. I have absolutely NO intention of talking to Hyun-Su yet.

After we finished talking and she left, I took out my IPod and sat on my window seat.

“You know it only breaks my heart to see you standing in the dark, oh, waiting there for me to come back…”

Stranded by Plumb was playing. It pretty much sums up what I’m feeling right now. After a while I fell asleep. A knock at my window woke me from my dream. I was upset because I was on a stage singing the song. BANG BANG BANG! Someone was odeing on my window. I quickly opened my window, ready to yell at someone. “ WHY THE HE…”

Hyun-Su was standing inches, no CENTEMETERS in front of me!

Titanium Chapter 1

Titanium

By Meagan Rose Cortez

Chapter 1- SHOCK

* the name of the main character is Luna. sorry for not saying it earlier  ><’

“Man, this sucks!” I said. Ramona, Renee, Laura and I had just gotten out room arrangements. Ramona and Laura are rooming together while Renee and I have rooms to ourselves. “You guys are so lucky! I would LOVE a room to myself!” said Laura. “But, I’ll be lonely!” said Renee. “Same here!” I added. “Well, I’d rather be lonely than room with this crazy person!- points at ramona- “ No offense Ramona.” says Laura. “I really don’t care. I feel the same way. I don’t want people to start thinking that I’m a psycho stalker like you, with all those pictures of all of those boys you stalked in the Bridge Program!” said- then turned to yelling- Ramona. The worst thing was that it was true! Laura has Laminated photos of all of the boy she’s crushed on. It seems like Renee and I were luck after all.

“Okay, okay guys. Lets take a look at our rooms. You two can kill each other LATER!” Renee said firmly. They agreed. First was Laura and Ramona’s room. The whole style and architectural design of the school was victorian vintage with a slight- Very slight- modern twist. High ceilings, light and dark colors alternated throughout the schools. The halls were a dark red color.

When we entered Laura and Ramona’s room, we were all dazzled! The room was a light blue color and the sunlight coming in through the large window only added to the brightness. The room was so huge too! It almost looked like a fancy loft apartment in Manhattan minus the victorian decor. Surely it was big enough for them to coexist peacefully… Semi-peacefully anyway. There were two close together with a table with a lamp separating them. Surely,they’ll move their beds to different sides of the room and switch the table and small lamp for a bigger lamp. On the far side of the wall, there are two huge wardrobes. I mean Passageway-To-Narnia huge! I don’t think Laura even has enough clothes to fill HALF of one of those, and that says A LOT! On the other side of the room, there was a ginormous bookcase! That would probably be Ramona’s domain since she loves reading and collecting books, and she also writes in journals. Laura reads some, but not nearly as much as Ramona so she may not mind Ramona taking over the bookcase.

“Wow, you guys have such a great room!” Renee said. Laura smiled proudly -smugly- in agreement. She couldn’t be happier… Well, except if Ramona wasn’t sharing a room with her. Those two have and interesting friendship, and by interesting I mean non-existent. They mainly tolerated each other. There was a you don’t push my buttons, I won’t push yours. And now it’s you stay on your side, I stay on mine. This was going to be very… Interesting to see how this plays out.

“Just so you know, that bookcase over there’ – points at bookcase- ‘MY DOMAIN! No stalker paraphernalia is allowed on this bookcase or ANYWHERE near my domain!” says Ramona. Oh boy, here we go. “Whatever. As long a I have somewhere to put my textbooks, I really couldn’t care less about that bookcase.” says Laura as she rolls her eyes.

Now, there were two nails on the wall space near each bed. After claiming her bed, Laura takes the opportunity to put up her cork board and starts putting up her laminated photos of all of her crushes… So far. This made Ramona horrified and angry. “Rule number two: No stalker photos on these walls. I’m serious, that’s CREEPY!” Ramona said sternly. Laura immediately became defensive. “These aren’t creepy or stalker, they’re art. And stop being so childish. You’re acting like I’m some type of serial killer or something!” Oh, this got Ramona going. “DUDE! Look at those pictures! It’s obvious that they were taken without them knowing, so you MUST have been following them. DAS DEFITATELY CREEPY! And with a cork board full of those photos, you sure a HECK look like a serial killer! I’m scared to sleep without a bat or some type of weapon with YOU sleeping here!”

And that was our cue to leave them to work it out on their own. Renee and I slipped out of their room and went in search of her room. Oh my God, the single rooms were so pretty! Renee’s room was a light peach color. The room was bigger than Ramona’s room. Though their room was the size of a loft apartment, Renee’s room was the size of a full size apartment in manhattan! It was gigantic! On the left side of the room was a full size bed with a canopy. The sheets were a light lavender color and the canopy had a floral design. On the ceiling, there was a chandelier when most rooms had lamps. On the wall across from the door, there was a window three times bigger than the one in Laura and Ramona’s room, with a window seat. Not only was it comfortable, but the light coming in from the window was perfect for reading! On the right side of the room, the whole wall was a bookshelf and in front of it was a desk. Oh, Ramona is gonna be SO jealous!

After we were done admiring Renee’s room, we found my room. It was the same size and lay out as Renee’s! Well, the lay out was different. My room color was a light lavender and I had a chandelier! And a full sized bed with a canopy and a butterfly design. I also had the gigantic window with the window seat and the library complete with a desk. We also found a walk I closet that Reness would discover in her room later on that day. As we were admiring my room, we noticed that there was a platform right outside of my window. As we investigated, we found a small knob on the side of the window. “What the…” I turned it and the window opened like a door. “IT’S A BALCONY!” Renee shouted. It was big enough to fit ten people on it! And the view… Oh my God the view! It was overlooking the gardens! Even better, it was at an angle where you could see the sunset. “Oh my God, this is awesome!” Renee said. I nodded in agreement. “When the… How do I have a mere bookcase, and YOU have a whole stinkin’ LIBRARY?!”

Ramona and Laura were there exploring my room. “Hey guys, come see this!” Renee shouted. “Oh my God, this is so nice!” Ramona says. “Can I come here to take pictures?” Laura asked. “ No! No stalking people from my balcony!” I said. Laura and Ramona were jealous. They checked their room to see if they had a balcony, and all they found was a flower box. Renee went to her room – which is near mine – and found a balcony of her own. Ramona and Laura decided to listen to music in my room.

Everyday I shock, SHOCK! Every night I shock, SHOCK!

As SHOCK by B2ST (Beast) was blasting in my room, I was distracted by the beautiful view from my balcony. And for no particular reason, I started to recite Juliet’s lines from the balcony scene… Okay, maybe not for no reason. I’ve always wanted act out that scene on an actual balcony. Don’t judge me! XP

“Romeo oh, Romeo. Where for art thou Romeo! Deny thy father and refuse thy name, or be but sworn my love and I shall no longer be a capulet!” I say.

“Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?”

I turned and saw him. “ Hey Luna, how’ve you been all these years?”

Titanium Chapter 0

Titanium

By Meagan Rose Cortez

Chapter 0- I AM THE BEST

“ Neka che chala gah! Boom bra- ta-ta ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!”

I AM THE BEST by 2ne1 was blasting in the car as my mom was driving us to the Jane Austen Boarding School for Writing and The Arts. Try saying that tree times fast. I was going there as a sophomore. My parents took me out of Lehman due to my horrible grades- fault is on both parts- and the biggest reason, Bullying! Now, I went to Lehman in hopes of escaping my tormentors and lo and behold, THEY’RE THERE! I swear they just went there to bug me. Guess their lives were too boring without someone(i.e. me) to hate on. This time around it was more annoying than hurtful. Don’t get me wrong, what they said and did hurt me, but everyone else saw them as childish. The whole class has to tell my tormentors – mainly girls- to shut up everyday so that they could hear the lesson. Some of them actually came up to me and tell me to either stand up for myself or offer to beat them up for me.

Anyways, it was a miracle that the Jane Austen Boarding School accepted me. As I said before my grades were horrible, but somehow they saw past that. I tool the placement exam and nailed a 96% and a scholarship as long as I maintain a B average. What I like about this school is that it has the best English, Creative Writing, and Theater/ Acting teachers in the country! My parents like it because it’s one of the most prestigious Boarding Schools in the country, it promotes nonviolence and has a Zero tolerance policy towards bulling. It also gives a report to our parents every two weeks, so that they can make sure that I’m keeping up with my school work.

Thankfully, this school also had a Bridge Program. That is where I met my friends Laura and Ramona. I also reunited with My best friend Renee. She and I have been close since we were thirteen. Laura is kind of bossy, yet she’s fun to be around. She has some quirks like the fact that she’s boy crazy. You wouldn’t think so at first but when a cute boy passes by, she’s all over him- in a STALKER sense. Ramona is the relaxed go-with-the-flow type of person. She’s serious about school work but other than that, she’s calm… Just don’t get on her bad side. Renee is a bubbly and positive person. She’s very mature for her age, however that doesn’t mean she doesn’t know how to have fun. She and I became friends around around the time where we both needed Real friends. I needed someone to take the time to understand me and break down the walls that I put up. She needed someone who wouldn’t start rumors about her and who wasn’t a sl…Promiscuous person. Thus, the sisterhood was born!!!

Oh, and I forgot to mention, my twin brother is going too!

Yeah, my twin brother is very…HYPER! The whole reason that my parents sent to the same school as me is so that I can keep an eye on him and make sure he’s not causing any trouble. Ugh! I mean yeah, I can be hyper but I can control myself. Renato on the other hand, oh my God! It’s like he never got out of the terrible twos! God Help me!

“Nu Kom Ni Gana Bo Da Doja la Gah! No no no No! Nah nah nah Nah!” I heard Ramona singing. Even if my annoying twin brother is there, I think this Boarding School will be the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

Titanium Prologue

Titanium

By Meagan Rose Cortez

Prologue

I was in the nurses office. I had cuts and bruises all over from the girls who ganged up on me. After being checked and treated I just sat there numb. This was my defense mechanism. Whenever things just became too much for me to handle, I tune out and pretend I’m not there. I go into that place in my mind where no one can reach me, where no one can hurt me. There was only one person who could reach me in this state, and he was busy dealing with the principal. He was being expelled… Because of Me!!!

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i would LOVE to visit europe. ESPECIALLY Ireland, England, and Spain!

Love is Silent

Here is a sneak peek of one of the short stories that I’m submitting to a writing contest over the summer. It’s no where near finished, since it has to be five pages, and I don’t think this isn’t even one. But anyway, I hope you enjoy it and wish me luck!:)

  Love is patient…

                      Love is kind…

                                          Love is Silent by Meagan Rose

                                (VERY loosely based on a true story. Some names HAVE been changed!)

        “ We need to talk.” The one thing that no girl or boy wants to hear, ESPECIALLY if they’re in a relationship. This could be a sign that you’re girlfriend or boyfriend “needs a break”, has cheated on you and wants to fess up, and if you’re not careful… pregnant. Don’t worry for me it wasn’t the last one, me being the girl in the relationship n’ all… yea that WOULD be something wouldn’t it? Ha ha. Anyways, I’ve seen this coming for a while but I never wanted to believe it would happen, especially this fast. We started going out in October. Actually we got together pretty quickly since at that time, I’ve only known him for a couple of months and not even that well. But we seemed to be at the same maturity level and although he was an Atheist, he seemed to be pretty accepting of me being a Christian. However, that all seemed to change now.

As he takes me by the hand and walks me to the side of the Kmart, I can feel myself getting nervous and praying to God that he wasn’t going to break up with me… That it would be him just warning me to  be careful around one of our friends, August- now my former friend. However my suspicions were correct. It took him a while, but he finally spit it out, “ I don’t think this is working out.”… It felt like someone punching me in the stomach, but I tried- and seemed to succeed in- not showing any extreme emotion. I had a flashback of yesterday. He was quiet when we were hanging out with our friends, but when we were alone, he seemed fine, happy. He even tried to touch my butt, but that didn’t work well in his favor. And when it was time for me to leave, we couldn’t let go of each other … HE couldn’t let go… How can things change so fast? Was he hiding this from me all along? At this point, I know that I knew absolutely NOTHING! “Why, why don’t you think it’s working?” I said hoping that he would change his mind if he thought about it. That wasn’t the case. “Ginger, I just feel that we’re too different. I used to smoke weed, and I still smoke and drink…” -I flashed back to the day where we were kissing and trying to have a couple moment, and our friend Isiah was talking to John about his past. The girls he was with, the weed he smoked, how many times he had sex… The whole shebang. The thing is, I wasn’t bothered by it. John told him to shut up because he was disturbing me. I told him that I didn’t care about what he did in the past. It was what he did and how he was with me THEN AND THERE that mattered.- “I don’t care about that!” I was STILL trying to convince him that I didn’t care. “Ginger, we’re just too different, and no offense, you’re too pure.” - Just yesterday he had tried to touch my butt, but I wouldn’t let him. Even when I was considering letting him, I just didn’t like it. It make me feel…dirty. So I pulled his hand back to my waist, and he stopped kissing me to laugh and say “Seriously?”  I just looked at him. Was HE serious? He knows that I’m a Christian and my morals! “Yes!” I said. “Why?” I was getting kind of annoyed that I had to explain it to him. He should know by now! But as usual, I made excuses for him. He’s not a Christian, he may not understand. It’s not sex, so maybe he thinks it’s okay. Then I said “You know why! And besides, I don’t want you getting any ideas.”  He still persisted. “I’m not getting any ideas”  he said, “I’m just feeling. If you wanna feel mine you can…”  Did I hear that correctly? If I don’t want HIM touching me like that, what makes him think that I would wanna touch HIM like that?! Jeez. “So, can I feel?”  he asked…AGAIN! “NO!” “Why?” …REALLY? Two NO’s weren’t enough for you? I can’t believe that I had to finish it with a “Because I said so!” But after that, he didn’t try anymore. He didn’t seem upset with me either. In fact, we BOTH couldn’t let go of each other when it was time for me to go.- “And the purity ring is an issue…” I almost yelled at him for that. You’re threatened by a RING?! Wow, you are SUCH a man, REALLY!

Then I told him something that I still mentally kick myself for, “I can stop wearing it, it’s not to remind ME to be pure, it’s to remind YOU that I want to stay pure…” While I was speaking, something clicked. “You don’t really LIKE me do you?” I asked.  There was a slight pause. Then, “I was INTERESTED in you, in the beginning, but that was it. When you asked me out, I didn’t wasn’t to turn you don’t because you are a nice girl…”- We were kissing on my neighbor’s green fence and we stopped for air and just to talk. He had called me weird and I asked playfully  “Why are you with me then?”. Then he said, “I don’t know…” I kept staring at him, waiting for a real answer, the one I wanted. Then he laughs and says, “You’re a beautiful girl, and you’re lucky I like you.” Then we went back to kissing. This should have bothered me, but it didn’t. Or maybe it did, but I had convinced myself that he had had pretty messed up relationships, so I shouldn’t take it so harshly. So I kept my mouth shut and kept holding on to what I would find out later on would nearly destroy me.- I was in shock, I felt numb. However, I knew the tears would come later on, so I had to wrap this up quick if I didn’t want him to see me cry. He was dumping me, so might I might as well be dumped with whatever pride I had left. “I hate breaking up with girls. They always think I’m a douche in the end…” Again, I did something that I regret doing…Comforting him.