ENC 1101-B3 & B4: Writing for Discovery

2,3,4,5…” I count as I brush my long blond hair. I try and brush my mane at least 100 times a day. I love the attention it hair receives in school.
“55,56,57,58…”
“Brenna, your boyfriend is here.” My mother yelled from the bottom of the stairs. My boyfriend always picks me up for school. I drop the brush on my bed, grab my backpack, and headed out my room. Bouncing down the stairs I trip and fall the rest of the way. Unfortunately, I was only blessed with beauty not grace. However, I pick myself up and march out the door.
“Hey hot stuff.” Luke said. We kissed passionately and then sped down the street.
“So, what are we doing this weekend?” I ask.
“Well, I was thinking Lover’s Lane.”
“Again? It’s out anniversary, six months. Six months is like a lifetime in high school years.” I whine.
“Oh, I remember.” Luke said slyly as he pulled into a parking space at school. Luke drove a car to match his popularity, a 2003 Range Rover. It was the sweetest car on campus. The black paint matched his black straight hair. He started the male hairstyle when you push it forward and then push it up in the front. Well, that’s what he claims.
Both, Luke and I step out of the car and are escorted by our groupies towards the building.
“That cherry lip-gloss looks cute on you, Brenna.” Valerie, one of my many admirers said.
“Are those the new Reef sandals, man? Those look tight!” said Brendan one of Luke’s groupies.
“We know.” Luke and I said in unison.
But just as I was about to walk up the steps into the building I trip and brought my whole clique down with it. The whole campus began to laugh, but Luke looked up and stared, at that moment the entire campus became silent. No one dared make fun of Luke’s girlfriend. I was a beauty queen for crying out loud.
The rest of the day was the same as usual; I slammed her finger in my locker, spilt my milk at lunch, and tripped twice. My carelessness has been going on for a three weeks. I went from perfection to clumsy. What is going on with me, I thought.
“Honey, what’s been going on with you? I can’t keep giving everyone the death stare in order not to make fun of your inelegance. I want to keep my friends.” Luke said as he helped her into his range rover.
“I don’t know maybe you’ve jinxed me?” I said, insulted that he implied it was my fault.
“You know that’s not true”
“Well, I used to be flawless, now I don’t know.” I began to tear. I’d never been so clumsy in all my life.
Meanwhile, in the smallest house on Camino Street, Nikki was just returning home from school.
“Mom, I picked you up a pack of cigs, on the way home.” Nikki yelled as she slammed the door to her room. She threw her bag onto her bed and out fell a blonde Barbie. Nikki’s room was the model of innocence. Her walls were painted black and a Pagan alter sat in the corner. The one window was covered with black shades, and the only light she received was candlelight. Nikki was the darkest person at Riverview High and she reveled in her glory.
Nikki walked over to her alter, lit a black candle and began to chant in a dark, secretive language. A breeze began to circle her room. She was chilled for a moment then hot as fire. Once she finished her chant the Barbie was laying on the altar next to a chalice of needles. Barbie’s shirt read, “Brenna”.
I fell out of Luke’s car, again.
“What is going on, it’s like I’m cursed or something.” I exclaimed trying to get up with the help of Luke.
“Well, at least your home. I’ll tell ya, this is the worst out of the three weeks you’ve been like this. Can you even walk straight?” Luke said as he walked Brenna to the door of her home.
“Yea, ha ha, very funny. Of course, I can walk straight.” I begin to take five slow, careful steps to the door.
“Well, ok then, I’ll see ya tonight at about eight, ok?”
“Sounds like a plan, sweetie.” We kissed for about five minutes, when the door burst open. I turned and looked,
“Hello Mother.” I said. Luke smiled weakly and walked back to his car and sped off.
On Camino Street, Nikki had been viciously poking the Barbie doll in the back of the knee with a long needle, while chanting an obscene language. In doing this she caused me to fall out of my boyfriend’s car.
“You deserve this wench!” She said in between spells. After about four pokes, she dropped the Barbie and began to meditate.
No one understood Nikki. She was a poor girl with a ghoulish attitude. She wore black everything and her locker was filled with pagan paraphernalia. I thought she was repulsive, which is probably why she enjoyed torturing me so much. Nikki snickered anytime I passed by. I never could figure out why.
I fell asleep the moment my head hit the pillow at eleven that night. I was exhausted from constantly falling; I also was amazed that my cute butt had not grown since I was falling on it so much. I even attempted to get ready for my date, but when I cut myself shaving six times, I called Luke and cancelled. He was extremely disappointed but understood. He had a reputation to upkeep as well.
I began to sleep deeply and began to dream. In my dream Nikki appeared, at first as a baby, then a toddler, then a preteen, and finally in her present state. Each time she began to spin until her body entire body was twisted around mine. Our heads were forced towards each other. Nikki’s dark eyes bore deep into mine and as she did her hair slowly turned blond.
“Holy shit!” I woke up screaming. That was the oddest dream I’d ever had in my entire life. I couldn’t sleep the rest of the night; all I could do was imagine that dream and how Nikki as a blond didn’t look half bad. She actually looked fairly decent.
Nikki broke from her trance. She had given me that terrifying dream in hopes that I would figure out the meaning of it. Nikki fell asleep at the foot of her altar exhausted from practicing the craft.
“Good Morning Tampa Bay!” My alarm shouted. Shut up, I thought. Nothing is more obnoxious that someone that perky, this early. I began to raid my closet in order to find yet another perfect outfit. I chose, a khaki mini, pink spaghetti strap top, and adorable brown shoes. This should make up for canceling our date last night, Brenna thought.
“Honk, Honk!” I heard. Ugh, I don’t have time to finish brushing my hair, I thought. I looked down at my brush and pulled out some blond hair. I looked at it trying to figure out my dream.
“Honk, Honk!” Luke’s honked interrupting my thoughts. I race down the stairs and out the door.
“Hey honey, I didn’t fall from my room to your car.” I exclaim.
“That’s great!”
For the first time in three weeks, Luke and I entered the Building without making a scene. Both of us were surprised, as we cautiously walk to our biology lab.
“Good morning class, today’s lecture will be on the properties of the DNA molecule. DNA or deoxyribose nucleic acid is the genetic makeup of every organism. Its structure is known as the double helix or easily seen as a twisted ladder.” Mr. Crow droned as he held up a structure made up of colorful plastics. It really did look like a twisted ladder.
I stare at it, as a vision of my dream flashes into my head. The twisted scene of Nikki and me makes my spine shiver. Nikki sits in the back of the classroom and stares at the back of my blond head.
“Excuse me, Brenna aren’t you going to answer the question?” Mr. Crow says.
“I’m sorry what was it again?”
“What are the four components that make up DNA molecule?”
“Adenine, Guanine, Cytosine, and Thymine.” I reply, hoping he would turn his attention elsewhere.
“Very good.” BRRRRING! The bell interrupts.
“Oh, thank goodness.” I race towards the ladies room. Once inside the pink surroundings, I throw my book bag down and begin to pant into the sink. I hear a creek behind me as the door swings closed. Steps approach.
“You look as if you just had a bad dream, Brenna.” Nikki says. Her long black hair is down and her eyes are over done with black liner. I turned to look and focused closely on Nikki’s hair. To my amazement there are blond roots. I return to my normal state and face my rival.
“What color is your hair Nikki?” I ask suspiciously as I moved to the left.
“What’s it to you, ms. Perfect. (Pause) Taken a few falls lately?” Nikki replies, as she begins to move to her left as well. We began to circle each other.
“Maybe.” We begin to move faster, until we are spinning so fast we’re levitating. I, for some reason am not surprised. Both Nikki and I stare into each other’s green eyes and begin to spin making a whirlwind of toilet paper. We are straight as arrows as we spin in the air; the only thing that move is our hair.
Finally, I blink and the wind stops and we both fall to the ground. We lie unmoving for a moment, until the door creeks. Valerie, one of my groupies walks in and sees Nikki and I lying across from one another, covered by paper towels and toilet paper. Nikki stirs and as Valerie looks.
“AHHHHHHHHHH!” Valerie screams and runs away.
“What’s her problem?” I ask, as I lift my head. “Oh, now I know why.” Nikki’s hair had returned to its blond roots and looks just as good as mine.
Through the experience of floating, we learn who we truly were. My dream began to make sense. What I learned in Biology confirmed that the twisting was meant to mean DNA and the blond hair was to show how much we looked alike. We are sisters.
“Good thing you’re smarter than you look, Brenna.” Nikki stated as she helped me to my feet.
Nikki left her dark ways, however continued to practice her craft along with trying to teach me the gift. No one ever understood why I suddenly began to hang out with Nikki. Luke ended up staying with me, his popularity only dropped a few points and he could live with that. Brendan, Luke’s groupie asked out Nikki, and we all became inseparable. Isn’t the totally perfect?