Wish Me Luck!

Daniel is picking up Jay from the airport today! The plan is to meet tomorrow to discuss my book and writing a few screens for his upcoming movie! So excited! With me luck!
Sincerely,
Storm.

He broke my heart. In sixth grade.

I got my first boyfriend when I was in fourth grade. He asked me to be his girlfriend by taking me behind one of the portables at recess and bestowing upon me a ring and a song. Though I don't remember the words verbatum, it was that song that goes, "One! You are my dream come true! Two! . . . som-somethin- for you! Three! You are the girl for me!" I took it for granted at the moment, but dang, if a guy gave me a ring and sang me a song just so I'd be his girlfriend now a days? I'd marry the fella. (No. I actually probably wouldn't. Knowing me, I'd probably puke or make fun of him.) But it was a ballsy proposal, especially for a fourth grader! I'll give him that! For a whole week we were boyfriend and girlfriend. This included . . .
Nothing really. Absolutely nothing. I think we played together at recess once and I remember one time he told me to ask my best friend if she liked him. I thought that sort of question was positively normal at the time. She didn't like him anyways. After a week, I remember it so clearly, I was playing on the playground with him and his friend and we were having a real hysterical time with whatever we were doing (I don't remember exactly what it was but I'm sure it was wierd. Kids are wierd.) We paused for a second and he said, "I'm dumping you." Those exact words. Man, my heart sank and all I could think to say was, "What?" I must have looked real devestated or the balls he had when he asked me out were no longer existant, because he smiled and said, "April Fools!"
It wasn't even April Fools day.
After school that same day, his friend came and told me that he really was dumping me. Later I discovered that he was using me as his cover to spy on my best friend, who happened to be his ex girlfriend.
So that's the story of my first boyfriend! He was my first and only boyfriend and yet, he wasn't even the one to break my heart.
I was stuck on another boy through out my elementary school experience. Lets call him Timmy. He lived in my neighborhood, just behind my house and he was in all my classes from fourth to seventh grade. I remember him still, the way he was in elementary school. He had big blue eyes and jet black hair. He was shy and kind to me until he began hanging around the bad boys, Tyler and Connor. That's when he changed. He was mean to girls, he talked back to our teacher, he snuck food out of the cafeteria to recess, and he had a new girlfriend every two weeks. Of course, in elementary school everyone had a new girlfriend or boyfriend every time you spoke to them. Notes would be passed in class and you knew, you just knew, someone was getting asked to be a girlfriend.

Do you want to be

my girlfriend?

Circle YES or no.

YES    no

There was just something about Timmy though, that made the whole thing look really cool. Every day I hoped I would be the one he would ask and we would be like Samantha and Tyler and our relationship would last longer than two weeks. Maybe we’d even get married! I knew he liked me. He looked at me all the time and when I went to my friend’s house across the street from his, he would come play with us. To be honest, I look back on it now and I think she was only my friend because of her convenient place of residence just across the road from the love of my short life.

On Valentines Day, I wanted to give Timmy something special, super duper special, but I couldn’t give it to him in front of our class because his friends would tease me and make fun of me. Valentines night, after school, my mom took me to buy a soccer ball and we put a big Valentines bow on it. The original plan was to put my name on the tag, but I was just too nervous. I wanted it all done in secret, so instead of writing my name, I wrote my initials.

From S.S.S

My mom drove me to his house, turned off her car lights, and I ran to his porch as stealthily as I could manage. I placed the soccer ball with all my love and heart on the step perfectly. Then I rang the door bell and sprinted for my life to Mom’s gold SUV. As soon as I was in the car she sped away, almost as fast as my heart beat. Once we were around the bend, she pulled over and we laughed in the dark and talked about how scary it was and how I couldn’t run any faster. We waited a short while and then Mom drove back around to pass by Timmy's house and to see if he got my gift. I remember the butterflies that racked my stomach when I saw his empty porch.

The next morning, I tried to look extra nice for Timmy. I knew he would know the ball was from me, and he would ask me to be his girlfriend. I bet no other girl had given him an actual gift the way I had!

    He didn’t talk to me all day, but Conner and Tyler came up to me twice and asked what my middle name was. Mom told me to be mysterious about the whole thing, so I only smiled and shrugged.

    That afternoon, after lunch and recess, our teacher had us circle all our chairs around the fat T.V. on the rolling stand and shut all the lights off. She put in a movie called, Where the Red Fern Grows. It just so happened, by odd coincidence that had nothing to do with a conscious effort on my part what so ever, that my chair was positioned behind Timmy and his friends Connor and Tyler.

    About halfway through the movie, the three boys began whispering to one another and stealing glances over their shoulders at me. Finally, they turned around to look at me directly. Timmy's blue eyes locked on mine, but it was Connor who spoke.

    He asked if I was the one who gave Timmy the soccer ball, but I just smiled and shrugged.

    You did, didn’t you, he pressed.

    Yeah, it was her, Tyler added.

    I still shrugged.

    If you didn’t, then why are you smiling?

    I shrugged again and looked at Timmy. Why wasn’t he asking me questions? Why wasn’t he thanking me or asking me to be his girlfriend?

    Everyone knows you like Timmy, so just tell us. Connor had said this in the way little boys are cruel. Everyone knows you left the soccer ball.

    I felt my cheeks get hot, but I didn’t say a word and neither did Timmy. He just stared at me.

    Well he doesn’t like you back, they told me and a few other kids nearby turned in their seats to watch. So leave him alone. Stop being annoying.

    I was mortified, and the kids around us could see it. How humiliating. I looked at Timmy, imagining a brave boy that would tell his friends to shut up. A brave boy who would stand up for the girl he likes, and I knew he liked me. I knew by the way he looked at me all the time. A brave boy would show a girl he likes her. He’d tell her every single day, even in front of his friends.

    But Timmy was not the brave boy I was dreaming of. He watched my face with those blue eyes of his for a second longer and then he turned around in his seat, back to the movie. All I was left with to look at was the back of his head.

    Tyler whispered something to Timmy and Conner laughed and said, I like you Timmy. I’m going to get you a soccer ball. Then he looked at me again. He doesn’t even like soccer.

    It was all I could do not to cry. I felt tears burning my eyes, I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, and I felt like my stomach was trying to crawl up my throat. Other kids were watching me, waiting for me to start crying the way Emily did whenever she couldn’t understand an assignment. As they whispered, my cheeks got hotter and it was harder to hold back my tears, but I turned my focus to the movie and pretended I was just fine. I tried to actually watch the movie and forget about the mean boys in front of me, forget what had just happened. How could he just sit there and not say a word? Why were boys so rude? Why did Timmy ask out other girls and not me? Why didn’t I have a boyfriend? Why didn’t boys like me?

    As I watched the screen, I became more in tune with the movie about the hound dogs. When I had finally diverted my thoughts away from Timmy and on to the movie, I watched the horrible ending. The dogs died. What was wrong with that day?

Quick catch up!

Look at me, writing my first post and what not! Rolling with the big boys now! Perhaps a quick catch up on my book, The Black Amethyst, and life so far?
If you don't know much about my soon-to-be published manuscript, go have a look see on one of my gadgets labeled The Black Amethyst. Maybe once I build up a little bit of an audience I'll begin posting a chapter or two here and there! :)
For those of you that don't know me, I am currently loving the love of my life, Daniel Trujillo:

After Daniel discovered my talent with words, he informed me that when he was serving overseas (he's in the army) he served with a man by the name of Jay that now co-owns a publishing/directing film company of some sort in California. Jay has published a few books himself and has editors for his company, so Daniel sent my manuscript over to Jay in January and now it is currently in the hands of his editors. The next step will be publication! My dream will come true :)
As a bonus, Jay liked my writing so much that he actually wants me to write a few screens for his upcoming movie! I'll be meeting with him this week to discuss the details! Here's a quick copy and paste of the actual email Jay sent to Daniel:

I am shocked and amazed of your girlfriends talent. I am sending this book forward to my editors and see if we can get the ball rolling. I would also like to sit down with Storm and see if she would be interested in writing some screens for my upcoming movie. I will be in War College till 28MAR12. I will come out to Utah and visit you Mormon's. I wish the best for you and your girlfriend.

Thank You,
CPT HaszCross your fingers and wish me luck!
Sincerely,
Storm.