a story of two neighbors livng in a rural town

so recently, more like yesterday, i was super bored because i had to study for sats. anyways, i started writing this story...or a play. i love plays. because then it seems more like a movie. so i wrote this play. its not near close to done. but i like it so far. so maybe you (since you're already reading my post) might enjoy a five minute break from what you're doing and read my...short play. or my beginning of a short play. so here it is. please let me know how it is. if its boring or whatever... thanks.

it is spring time. this play is set in a rural town where the neighbors live quite far apart. all the families own farms and lots of land. i guess its about 1947.

anne and james are sitting on opposite sides of anne's porch

James: say what a nice day it is ehh? i love this type of weather. when the sun is shining so brightly and there is a cool breeze and there are just a few clouds in the sky.

Anne: yes i must agree with you. it is very nice out.

they sit in silence for a few minutes until anne's mother comes out onto the porch.

Mrs. Couliar: james, how nice it is of you to visit and keep anne company. she's been bored all week and finally she has someone to talk with! anne blushes and James smiles crookedly. james, would you like to stay for lunch?

James: oh thats not necessary mrs. couliar. i should be getting home for lunch as well.

Mrs. Couliar: nonsense! i've made more than enough james, its not a problem. i'll just call up your mother and let her know we're having you for lunch.

James: thank you ma'am.

anne's mother goes inside the house. james looks over at anne just as she turns her head away. he can tell she was just looking at him and he smiles. anne is afraid to look back but she turns her head towards james.

Anne: what?!

James: nothing. he smiles again.

Anne: c'mon lets just go inside for lunch okay?

james doesn't say anything but he follows her inside the house. as they walk through the kitchen, anne's mother is preparing to set the table.

Mrs. Couliar: anne would you mind to set the table for us?

Anne: mother could you wait a minute!

James: oh i can do that mrs. couliar.

Mrs. Couliar: thank you james. anne, please give james a hand will you?

anne helps james finish setting the table and the three of them sit down to eat.

Anne: mother, could you pass the salad?

Mrs. Couliar, correcting anne: may i please.

Anne: may you please pass it?

james chuckles a little which embarrasses anne.

Mrs. Couliar: so how long has it been since your family moved here, james? i can't quite remember.

James: just a little over a two months.

Mrs. Couliar: oh thats right! moved here just after the snow melted away. well that was good timing...

no one makes a remark so she goes on

Mrs. Couliar: so you two see each other at school?

Anne: mother, we're at the same bus stop and since theres only one class for each grade, and we're in the same grade, that means we see each other all day long...

Mrs. Couliar: oh well thats...

Anne, cutting her off: five days a week, or actually six days a week because of church on sundays.

Mrs. Couliar: anne, whats with you and that tone. please get rid of it right away!

Anne: mother...

James, cutting in: mrs. couliar, so my mother tells me that you're planning to put up a shed?

Mrs. Couliar: why yes james! i'm not quite sure how to go about it, but i am planning to. ever since anne's father left well, we haven't had any time. but maybe...

James: yes i can help you. i'm sure my father would love to help as well.

Mrs. Couliar: well theres no need to bother him; i mean hes always away on business trips?

James: well yes, i guess so.

Mrs. Couliar: i am planning to build a shed so we can raise new chickens.

James: i would love to help out.

Mrs. Couliar: why thank you james. you're such a polite and fine young man!

James, blushing a little: thank you ma'am.

Anne: may i be excused for a moment?

Mrs. Couliar: anne, we have a guest here.

Anne: you didn't answer my question. may i please be excused mother?

Mrs. Couliar: anne i think i've made myself clear that...

James, interrupting again: it’s alright. i better get going as well. my mother might need a hand with some things back home. it was a lovely lunch mrs. couliar!

Mrs. Couliar: well alright. it was nice having you over james. i hope we'll see each other again soon!

James: of course. thank you!

Mrs. Coulair: bye james, smiling

james walks towards the door and when mrs. couliar is turned around, anne follows quickly after him.

Anne, calling after him: james!

James: anne.

Anne: i'm sorry you had to see me like that. its just that sometimes she really gets on my nerves.

James: still, i don't think thats any way to treat your mother. she is such a kind woman anne.

Anne: sighs. would you like me to walk you home?

James: well then when we get to my house, wouldn't i need to turn around and walk you home as well?

anne doesn't answer him

James: how about we'll meet tomorrow okay?

Anne: sure. bye james!

James: good afternoon anne.

james smiles and walks away.

the following day is Sunday and mrs. couliar hurries to get ready for church. anne is in the bathroom taking a long time to get ready. when she comes out, her hair is done perfectly and her makeup is also perfect.

Mrs. Couliar: my darling, is there a young man we're trying to impress today?

Anne: no mother, i want to look nice for church.

Mrs. Couliar: who is going to notice what you look like?

Anne: mother, i'm just dressing nice for church alright?!

Mrs. Couliar, chuckling: alright sweetie. now hurry up or else we'll be late.

upon arriving at the church, they quickly find seats in the middle of the room. anne glances around quickly for any sight of james.

Mrs. Couliar: anne, please stop moving, they're about to begin!

Anne: mother i think i need to use the restroom.

Mrs. Couliar: alright but if when you're coming out and we're singing praises, then please stay in the back of the sanctuary until everyone is asked to be seated.

Anne: why is that?

Mrs. Couliar: so you do not interrupt anyone when you are pushing or shoving to get back to your seat.

Anne: mother i don't do that.

Mrs. Couliar: anne please just go if you need to go.

Anne: alright!

anne gets up from her seat and hurries towards that restrooms. from a few rows back, james catches sight of her. he also gets but pretends to go to the restroom. he quietly sits down in the back of the room. as anne walks out of the ladies room, james whispers her name and she turns to find him sitting in the back.

Anne: hi james!

James: shhh! hi anne. you're hair looks nice today.

Anne, blushing a little: thanks james. what are you doing back here?

James: i went to the restroom and now i'm staying back here so i don't bother the people in my row when i'm going back to my seat.

Anne: oh i see.

James: so why don't you sit back here with me.

Anne: okay.

james and anne sit together in the back of the sanctuary until the end of service. anne's mother, who has been wondering where her daughter has gone, sights anne in the back of the sanctuary,

Mrs. Couliar: anne there you are! i didn't mean for you to sit back here for the whole service!

Anne: sorry mother.

James: hello mrs. couliar!

Mrs. Couliar: oh james what a surprise! i didn't see you there for a moment. she turns her attention to anne. anne darling we must hurry home. i have to run a few errands and i was hoping you could watch your little sister when the babysitter leaves.

Anne: okay mother.

James: mrs. couliar, would it be alright if i stopped by and helped anne take care of her sister? i don't think i've met...

Anne: her name is layla.

Mrs. Couliar: sure sure james but we must hurry because the babysitter doesn't like to go over time. c'mon then.

back at home, mrs. couliar pays the babysitter and drives off to run her errands while anne and james stay home to watch layla.

Anne: c'mon layla, lets go play with your toys.

anne and james sit on the floor and watch layla playing.

Layla: toys anne!

James: so how old is layla now?

Anne: layla, tell james how old you are. how old are you layla?

Layla: two?

layla goes back to playing with her toys.

James: hahaha i see. so i guess your father didn't leave so long ago...two years about?

Anne: actually, no. he left us before layla was born. he left almost three years ago. and hes only been back once to visit us because of layla.

James: oh. i'm sorry about that.

Anne: james, theres nothing you should be sorry about. it doesn't really bother me. even when he was still here, he wasn't around all the time. i lived with him for thirteen years and all that time i never really felt like i had a father. he would come and go and sometimes bring me home a little gift or something.

James: you didn't mind that?

Anne: well my grandparents were here so i didn't miss him so much. my pappie and grammie were like parents to me. my mother had to work so pap and gram would watch me all day long. i cried for weeks when they finally left.

James: when did they leave...and why?

Anne: well they were angry at their daughter, my mother, for being so passive with my father. also, they missed their home. they said they would come back to stay with us permanently if my mother and father got a divorce.

James: well your parents are divorced right?

Anne: well yes but pap and gram said they have to first take care of some things before they come back.

James: oh so they are coming back!

Anne: of course! they would never break their word. and also they know layla is still young and they want to help raise her just like they helped to raise me.

James: they did a great job with you.

Anne, blushing: james!

James, laughing a little: i'm just saying!

Layla: anne, layla's tired!

Anne: okay c'mon layla. lets go take a nap alright?

Layla: mhmm

Anne: james could you help me put her toys away into the toy box while i get her into her crib?

James: yeah sure.

outside, mrs.couliar pulls up into the driveway with her car. she takes a few bags of groceries and goes inside the house.

Mrs. Couliar, calling out: anne sweetie, could you help me with the groceries?

Anne: sure mom i'm just getting layla into her crib for a nap!

mrs. couliar goes into the living room and sees james

Mrs. Couliar: oh hi james! babysitting wasn't so tough was it?

James: no not at all ma'am.

Anne, calling out from layla's room: mother, layla won't get into her crib!

Layla's voice: no crib!

Mrs. Couliar: anne, i'll get her into her crib and you can get the groceries okay? thanks.

mrs. couliar goes into layla's room and cradles layla. anne walks toward the front door, on her way to get the groceries.

James: anne, do you want me to help you?

Anne: sure if you'd like.

James: yeah i think i'm done organizing her toy box.

Anne: hahahaa james! all i said was to put her toys into her toy box. not rearrange everything! hahahahaa

James: haha sorry.

anne and james go outside to the car and bring in the groceries. they place them on the counter and can hear mrs. couliar's voice in the background, humming sweetly to layla.

Anne: james, will your mother expect you home at any particular time?

James: hmm, i don't think so. maybe i could give her a call?

Anne: of course.

thanks for reading. thats all i've written so far. please let me know how i can improve it.

just 22 words

i have this red band that says LIFE on it. this is a prolife band. whenever i see it, no matter where i am, what i am doing, what hour of the day it is, i must say the 22 word prayer. this is how it goes:

Jesus, i plead your blood over my sins and the sins of this nation. God, end abortion and send revival to America.

my sister recently went to one thing in Kansas City Missouri. anyways, she told me about what the speakers said and it really amazed me. i felt like they lived in a whole different world from us. my sister returned and i felt that she just came back from the most interesting place ever.

there are people who devote their whole lives to God and to prayer. they live down there with their families and their children grow up in an environment where everyone really loves Jesus.
my sister said some of the kids who were no older than 10 were praying in front of everyone and they were really praying. it wasn't one of those children prayers like: "Dear Lord Jesus, thank You for dying on the cross for me. Amen. "

i'm not saying these children are better than other children. i'm just saying how different environments can really affect the way we grow up. little children prayers are very important too. God listens to them all and treats their prayers the same way he treats the prayers of great influential people.

i don't know that i would want to go to ihop because i don't know that i'm ready for that type of devotion. its really hardcore stuff. there is this prayer room going on 24/7 and its really amazing. i was listening to it the other day and the leaders just play what they play and sing songs, sing their prayers, sing whatever is on their minds. their love for God is amazing. it really is.

theres one last thing. about this 2008 election: one speaker was saying that God will not allow a pro choice leader lead our country. you know why? its because the babies who are dying everyday from abortion are His babies. He loves them and mourns over them when they are destroyed.

For each baby that is destroyed, God will get back at us through something else. If person A kills a baby through abortion, then after a few generations, person A's relative will die as well through some other way...very likely WAR. war as in war with iraq. war with any country. see how so many people are dying?

thats all i have. thanks for reading.

p.s. i love you

today i watched p.s. i love you and it was the saddest, best movie ever aside from how to lose a guy in 10 days, maid in Manhattan, and the wedding planner.

ahhhhh

not as in ahh i'm scared...well actually that works too. but ahhh as in "ahh open your mouth for the dentist"

i went, not knowing why, but i went. and i skipped the last hour of drivers ed WHICH i have to make up even though its like less than an hour. and i was happy to skip the last hour anyways cuz justin had a hockey game a noon time so he wasn't going to be there either (but thats not the reason i skipped)

dentists freak me out. i hate sitting in a chair with a light shining in my mouth and hearing all these drilling sounds, not knowing what they're doing to me. for a few minutes, i thought they were going to kill me. it hurt like crazy cuz i had to get 3 filling for my 3 cavities that i didn't know i had and they never even hurt me and they were fine until the dentist touched them. he drilled the three cavities deeper in (so they could fit in the fillings) and in doing so, he had to first use Novocain (like a shot) and i was totally surprised by it. i waited for my mom to rush in and say something like...STOP! but she was busy talking on the phone with christina. the whole time i had my fingers crossed hoping they would stop hurting me and i thought about how Jesus felt when he was whipped. of course his was much more severe but having a tooth ache really kills. it affects your brain and your teeth and your mouth and your fingers and toes..basically your whole body. you know, i don't understand why we need nerves in our teeth..

okay so today is cold and tomorrow will be colder.

New Post

i found out why i think this justin boy in my drivers ed class from concord carlisle is so good looking. he reminds me of nick jonas, you know, the jonas brothers? yes i think he sort of looks like nick jonas.

k that was random but i was very happy to find that out.

so new post:
lately, i've been feeling like i don't have feelings. like each day comes and goes and i fell like i'm just there but not really. maybe thats because i've been more busy but even since the summer, i dont feel like we've been in school for almost 3 months. oh i think i get it. i feel like theres no point in everything i'm doing. school is so dull and when i get home i do all my hw and go online and go to bed. then the same exact thing happens for the next days and weeks and months. oh maybe its like i dont feel like i'm being productive. or maybe i want time to slow down because i dont want to take the sats and apply for college and go to college. but if lifes dull and boring..doesnt that mean time is slower? but i feel like time is quick and its dull. does that make sense?


oh and i have a question: what is pudding made of? i'm eating it right now (vanilla pudding with tapioca, my favorite type) and its so yummy and gooey and i dont know whats in it. do people actually think about what they eat each day? i know i don't, but now i'm thinking about my pudding. today my drivers ed teacher was talking about our systems. yes OUR systems, that means our body and our tubes in our body: like what goes in and what comes out. this is what he told us:

you eat something, munch it up into smaller pieces, it goes down your throat and into your tubes, well i guess it goes into your stomach? then the small intestines (i think) and thats where all the food is compressed and all the nutrients taken out and absorbed into our body and blood and stuff, then into the big intestine where it gets even more packed and squeezed empty of nutrients, then off into our exiting place...yes then its poop. POOP! thats just the food we eat thats gone through acids and squeezed empty of nutrients. BUT WAIT! i thought that poop had nutrients in it because people use poop for like planting and helping plants grow.