B Chapter Two- Bottled Up

Two - Bottled Up

This house is my prison, this room my cell.

Feeling horrid. Can't seem to do anything else but lay on this daggy
white tubular bottom bunk bed with the Mum-chosen crappy green and blue
seahorse doona cover and wallow.

Tomorrow is another day. Yeah right!

There is absolutely no one I can talk to. Where's Emily when you need
her? There is no answer on her mobile, and I've left like two hundred
messages on her answering machine at home. Where is she?
Ahhhh!!!!

With those dicks around, I could kiss any interaction with Sarah
goodbye. Not necessarily such a bad thing&;#8230;
Sarah would want to spend all her time with them. Not because they're
that cute, but she just loves to flirt. Sarah loves to chase, then
tease, only dropping him just as her prey is begging for mercy. Mmmm,
she even looks a little like a cat, with green, slanty eyes and dark
brown hair with $200 reddish foils.

Well, she did provide the holiday humiliation highlight last year. Ha!
I should really feel sorry for her. If anyone is that desperate for
validation that they'd try and hook into idiot and extremely
unfortunate looking second cousin Dicky Damien, then their self-esteem
must really be septic.

Sarah was the classic Home and Away styled anti-heroine. Became a
morning regular on the beach, risking the possibility of freckling the
porcelain exterior. I still can't believe she pretended to get caught
in a rip so Damien could rescue her. She's such a fool.

Fancy choosing a day when there wasn't even a movement in the water.
Oh, and Dicky Damien was so engrossed with cleaning the sand from his
toenails that he didn't even notice her pathetic arm waving and damsel
whines. Ha, ha, ha, ha.

If Sarah went to my school, I'd avoid her like a case of herpes. If
Sarah went to my school and I hung around her, I'd be labelled a slut
as well. Her school is even worse than mine. Bad!

Bloody Emily! Bloody mobile phones! What's the point if you never have
the bloody thing switched on?
'Emily, call me as soon as you pick up this message. PLEASE ANSWER ME!
I've just become the porno princess of the greater coastal area.
HELP!!'

Mum will freak at my mobile costs! Well, this is an emergency. I can
always plead the 'need to talk' argument with post-new-age-psychobabble
Mum.

Where's a best friend when you need one? I mean I do love Em to bits,
and thank god we're not like Clover's gang of four, swapping THE best
friend every month, but she's so unavailable at Christmas. Then again,
no one else at school is exactly desperate to join us. That's the way
we like it though. You don't want to live their lives. No!

God, I've lost count of the times I've invited Emily up here for the
week after Christmas. But, she does only get to see her Nan for four
weeks once a year, and they sure do make the most of it. Maybe we could
go visit her Nan in the Philippines when we finish school? It'd be nice
to even MEET her Nan.
It's sweet she's so happy to give up everything to be with her. Thank
god Godly Grandma only comes from New Zealand once a year and I try to
hide at every opportunity. Bloody horror! And Nan would be way too busy
on her visits to spend EVERY waking or sleepy minute with me.

Is that an ancient dried boogie scraped against the wall? God I hope it
wasn't me. No, it must have been bloody dirty Dicky Damien from last
month. Thank god he isn't coming up these holidays. Bloody seventeen
and still can't use a tissue by himself.

Now I'll have to leave my cell.

It won't come off with water. God, Selley's should milk Dicky Damien
Omen for his mucus. Glad I though to bring the knife as well.
Definitely a scrape job.

Clean walls, dusty ceiling.

What about the gob-smacked groper?
What's his story? He looks a little older, maybe closer to seventeen.
Like I'd stand a chance!

Boyfriends, huh! How could you count the occasional quick pash and
grope at the odd uni party we've crashed, and three very ordinary,
bordering on bizarre, coffee meetings as meaningful experiences with
the opposite sex? At least you could never even be considered easy.
True.

I just seem to scare off most. I'm hoping it's just the height thing.
However, my lack of adolescent male attention may also have something
to do with my over- friendly, almost gushing demeanour. NOT!

If it's not one or both of these two things, then I must be a really
uninteresting person, doomed to spend all my days meaningful
relationshipless.

Oh no. Is that what life will be like for me? No. Even Dicky Damien now
has a girlfriend.

It's worse than I thought. Okay, bad example.
But you should remember that you go to an all girls' school, so your
interaction with the adolescent male species is somewhat limited. Sad
point.

Anyway, if this guy were still around after Christmas, Sarah would be
in for the full safari. God, he'll tell her everything!

Think Daisy, think. Stop chewing your nails and think reasonably about
all of this! You may never see him again. You're sixteen in two months
and three days, and you will experience far more humiliating
moments.

Oh Hell, what's the point? Stop. Snap out of it! That's life. If this
is all you have to worry about, life must be grand.
Oh hell, this entire stupid boy thing has distracted me from the father
thing.

Things are crap. CRAP!

'Emily Jane Lee Gonzales, where the hell are you?'