Written in the Stars
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Authors: Jayme Ardente-Silliman
Written in the Stars
By Jayme Ardente
–Silliman
Written in the Stars by Jayme Ardente-Silliman
Copyright 2014 Jayme Ardente-
Silliman
All rights reserved.
This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
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Dedication
For everyone who still believes in me.
Acknowledgements
Beth Hercules…My life saving editor!
Laura for creating an amazing cover!
Hunter for introducing me into your world!
Steve Smith my agent who never gives up!
Table of Contents
March 6th
It’s my 13th birthday!
Today is the day that marks a very important, life-changing event in every girl’s life. Not only is it the day I finally become a teenager, and hopefully, stop getting treated like a child, but it’s also the first day in weeks that my mom has felt good enough to do anything, and doesn’t have to run off to any doctor’s appointments. I’m not sure what kind of bug she has, and I hope I never get it because she’s been miserable. So, on top of me becoming a teenager, and my mom finally feeling better, the love of my life Geoff Mann’s band The Spinners released their new CD today, so I declared that nothing bad is allowed to happen. Today is all about smiles, love, and the major life changes I’ll be making as I head into young adulthood – like the little pink rabbits glued to the top of my bathroom wall; those go first. Soon to follow is the heart-shaped bedding I’ve had since I was like five, and if I’m lucky, I’ll finally get to learn how to put on makeup. I’m not holding my breath on that one. My father hates the fact that I’m growing up, so he said I can’t wear makeup until I’m fifteen.
Before I list anymore much-needed changes, I should probably tell you about myself, and why I think it’s important to start documenting my life at the age of thirteen. This all started about a month ago when I was at one of my parents’ “remember when” dinner parties they have at least twice a month. I can honestly say I have been to more than my fair share of boring adult dinners where all they do is talk about what it was like to be young, or the “
if only
” conversations that can literally last all night. If anyone has parents like mine that can talk until the sun comes up, you know where I’m coming from.
Usually all I hear after the first ten minutes is blah, blah, blah, but something one of my mom’s friends said the other night made me actually want to listen. Michelle (that’s her name) said that she can’t remember what it felt like to be young, and that she missed the simple things in life, like running through the woods, playing hide and seek, or jumping off a swing at its highest point. I wanted to tell her that she wasn’t missing much, but then I thought about what I heard on TV the other day.
“Recent studies show that adults are starting to go brain dead at the ripe old age of thirty from all the stress life has to hold.” Okay, maybe those weren’t the exact words, but I definitely heard “adult,” “brain dead,” “thirty,” and “stress,” so I filled in the blanks. Anyways, after hearing that, I started paying close attention to my parents since they’re in their late thirties, and by the way they act and forget things, I’m pretty sure their brains are already starting to die. I figure it’s my job to make sure they don’t turn into brain dead, flesh-eating Zombies anytime soon. Especially since I’d be the first one they would eat, since I live in their house.
That’s actually the only reason I can think of for starting this journal. I don’t ever want to forget what it was like to be young and, I hate to say it, but I think my brain is already starting to die.
Okay, so where to start . . . My name is Sophia Hope Watters. I was born on March 6, 2000, in the very small town of Jamestown, which just happens to be in the smallest of the states in North America, Rhode Island. My dad is Paul Alfredo Watters, who was also born in Rhode Island, but in Providence, not Jamestown, and my mom is Giuliani Mae Luccarro, who was born in Italy. I have lived in the same house since the day I was born, and have gone to school with the same kids since preschool. My best friend since birth is Erin Masterson. When I say “since birth,” I really mean it. Our moms met in Lamaze class and became instant friends, so it only made sense that we did too because our families are always together. Every year, we celebrate our birthdays together since we’re only a few weeks apart, Erin being the older, and believe it or not, she already has boobs to hold up her bra. This only makes her already-in-the-works Victoria’s Secret Model body go perfectly with her platinum blond hair and her crystal blue eyes.
If she wasn’t one of the nicest people, with the biggest heart I’ve ever known, and my best friend, I would probably be one of the many jealous girls in town, who for some reason, think it’s okay to follow the “girls hate code of conduct,” and hate her because she’s beyond beautiful and every boy is head over heels in love with her. We can’t go anywhere without some guy following her around like a puppy dog, but since she isn’t allowed to
date yet, she tries her to turn them down nicely.
Then you have me. I have the body of a string bean instead of a model. I have long, slightly curly brown hair, which for some reason, reminds my mom of a rainbow since it has natural blond and red highlights flowing through it. My eyes have been compared to a mood ring since their shade of green depends on my mood, but I’ve never noticed them changing;
to me they’re just green. I hate to admit this next thing, since no one, not even Erin, knows about it, but if it weren’t for the padded push-up bras my mom buys me, I would still look like a nine-year-old who started blooming early for her age. If I’m lucky, by the time I graduate high school, I might be able to wear bras without padding. I truly believe whoever invented the padded push-up bra deserves some kind of Good Samaritan award since it’s an amazing ego booster for a lot of girls around the world.
There are a few boys in school who like me, okay, maybe only one, but like Erin, I’m not allowed to date so we’re just friends. Unlike Erin, I’m okay with not being allowed to date since my heart belongs to only one guy in the universe who I will have to tell you about later since I’m being called down for dinner.
Not a bad start, if I do say so myself.
KKHH (That stands for kiss, kiss, hug, hug)
Still my birthday…
This is turning out to be one of the best days of my life. You’re never going to believe what my parents gave me for my birthday! Two front row tickets and backstage passes for the best band in the entire world, The Spinners concert on May 25th! (SCREAM) That’s my way of letting you know I’m screaming since you can’t hear me, but I’m sure people in China heard me scream when I first opened my present and saw the most beautiful blue eyes looking back at me because the tickets were taped to his new CD. I have dreamt about meeting Geoff Mann from the first moment I laid eyes on him five years, three months, fifteen days, eleven hours, and ten minutes ago. Okay, maybe the hours and minutes aren’t exact, but the years, months, and days are because I’ve been marking my Geoff Mann calendar from day one. He’s on a show called
“Down to Earth,” and it’s really stupid, but I watch it faithfully just so I can see Geoff’s amazing, out of this world, too good to be true gorgeous face, extremely fit body, jet black hair, ocean blue eyes, muscular arms, and smile at which I literally sigh whenever I see it. One day his perfect smile will be just for me, and that day is May 25th!!!!...OMG… (SCREAM). Anyways, Geoff is also the lead singer of The Spinners, which he started with his best friend Tyler Jymes almost three years ago. Erin loves Tyler, but not as much as I love Geoff because she actually looks at and considers other guys, and I would rather die than ruin my chances with my future husband. There is no other guy that even comes close to Geoff in my eyes, so why waste my time? If you can’t tell how madly and insanely in love I am with God’s gift to me, you would if you saw my room. Every inch of my wall and ceiling is covered with his picture so I can wake up to his perfectness every day. Some people think I’m crazy for believing that I have a chance with Geoff Mann, and my love for him is nothing more than a now teenage obsession that will pass with time. Well, it hasn’t passed for five years, so it’s safe to say what I’m feeling is true love, and I will be staring true love in the face on May 25th! (SCREAM). Mom just gave me her five-minute bedtime warning, so until later….
GEOFF MANN (SCREAM)
KKHH
A few minutes later.
Don’t worry; I’m not going to yell this time because I’m supposed to be in bed, but there’s one thing I wanted to tell you that I know I will never forget because I’ve been doing it since the night I was born. Not that I remember doing this when I was a baby or even a toddler, but I believe my mom, who never lies to me and she told me we started this the first night she held me in her arms. Anyways, back to the reason I’m risking my freedom and writing after lights out. Since the night I was born, my mom and I have been doing our goodnight ritual. She tucks me in as tight as my blankets will go while asking me what my favorite thing about my day was. My answer was really easy today…Geoff Mann tickets…(sigh). Then, when I’m done, she tells me her favorite thing, which always has something to do with me and my dad. She tells me that she loves me to the moon and back, then I tell her that I love her to the moon around it a million times and back again because that means I love her more than anything. Then she gives me her last kiss of the day, and right before turning off my lights we both say, “One, two, three, sweet dreams!” at the same time, then it’s lights out. We’ve never missed a night, not even when I’m at Erin’s. She always calls me right before she goes to bed. This is one of the most special things in my life, and I will never forget it no matter how brain dead I get. I know I said Erin is my best friend, and she is, but my mom is my best everything, including friend. I can tell her anything without her getting too mad at me, and she believes in my dreams just as much as I do. I think I hear her coming.
GEOFF MANN (screaming on the inside.)
KKHH
March 7
th
I’m supposed to be getting ready for school, but I have to tell you about the dream I had last night before I forget it. I was standing in the front row at Geoff’s concert when he looked directly at me and motioned for me to join him on stage. My heart is still beating from the excitement I felt in my dream as I ran onto the stage and sat on a stool in the middle of the stage so Geoff could sing my favorite song “Always and
Forever” to me. I remember looking out into the crowd and feeling like I was on top of the world as I watched every girl melt with envy. It was a great way to start my day; now if only school would get cancelled, my day would be even better.
Oh, I totally forgot to tell you that we are leaving for our summer Italy trip the day after school gets out. I love Italy. Not only is it where my
Nonna (that’s what Italians call grandma’s) and other best friend, who is really my cousin, Mario, lives, but to me and my mom, it’s where dreams come true and fairy tales come alive, which I will have to explain later because my bus just pulled up and I’m still in the house.
KKHH
March 7th 12:45 p.m.
I just got done taking a math test and since I don’t feel like doing the worksheet Mrs. Engles gave me, I thought I would take the time to write a little more about Italy. Every summer, we spend six weeks with my
Nonna in Italy. She lives in the middle of nowhere in Tuscany and there is only one road that leads through her very small town. At one end of the road is a Hill Village (that’s what they call towns over there.) Anyways, the Hill Village looks like it was built in medieval time, minus the torture devices, of course. All the stores, cafes, and shops are made of stone and up a hill, so walking through the village takes a lot of leg strength, which I have since I run track and play tennis, but for the old people like my parents, it can be hard. The road in the Village can barely fit one car on it, let alone two, so driving is almost impossible unless you have a scooter, and a lot of people over there do. At the other end of the road is the beach that my mom and I walk to every morning so we can comb the sands for sea life. It’s has a
No Trespassing
sign, but my mom knows who owns it so we don’t get in trouble. Whoever owns it must be really rich, because I don’t know very many people who own their personal beach.
Anyways, behind
Nonna’s house is one of my favorite places in the entire world. My mom calls it the Magical Field of Fairies. She keeps trying to convince me real fairies live within all the wild flowers in the field, but I haven’t seen one yet. I like to call it “A Little Piece of Heaven on Earth Field” because when my mom and I lie in it all day watching the clouds go by, or at night trying to name all the stars, that’s what Heaven would be like for me. It’s also the place where my mom and I spend our last hours before we have to leave. Another thing we’ve been doing since I can remember is lying in the field, sharing our favorite things about the year, favorite quotes we heard, favorite moments, and how much our love for each other has grown within the year. My mom is really good at explaining how much she loves me, but I’m not. Words don’t come easily to me like they do to her, but I try because I want her to know what she means to me. I usually say the same thing every year, and she still cries when I’m done, so it must be good.
Bell just went off…until later.
KKHH
The night of March 7
th
There’s one important thing you need to know about me…I HATE DANCES!!! Somehow, Erin talked me into going with her to the after-school dance since a guy named Adam asked her, and she wasn’t allowed to go unless I did and since I’m such a pushover, I ended up at one of the events I hate the most. I don’t hate
dances because I was born with two left feet; I hate them because they are so boring and no one other than teachers ever dances at them. I always end up standing in the corner, wishing I was anywhere else. I don’t even know why Erin went with Adam; they didn’t even talk. Girls stood on one side of the gym, and boys were on the other just as usual. Heaven forbid we actually talk to each other because we don’t already do that in school. At one point, a small group of students attempted to dance, but all they did was stand right in front of the DJ and jump in place. They had this huge gym to do some major dancing, but instead they stayed in what seemed to be an imaginary circle, bumping into each other, and anyone who fell out of the circle died of embarrassment because it looked like they were dancing alone. I have to admit that part of the dance was entertaining, and the fact most of the music was from The Spinners made it not a total loss.