ENC 1101-B3 & B4: Writing for Discovery

“1,2,3,4,5…” Counting as I brush my long blond hair. I try and brush my mane at least 100 times a day. It always receives the most attention.
“55,56,57,58…”
“Brenna, your boyfriend is here.” My mother yells from the bottom of the stairs. My boyfriend always picks me up for school. Dropping the brush on my bed, I grab my backpack, and head out my room. Bouncing down the stairs I trip and fall the rest of the way. I am blessed with beauty not grace. However, I pick myself up and march out the door.
“Hey hot stuff.” Luke says. We kiss passionately and speed down the street.
“How was your day?”
“Wonderful, since you were in it.” Luke pulls into his parking space at school. He drives a car to match his popularity, a 2003 Range Rover. It is the sweetest car on campus. The black paint matches his black straight hair. He starts 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 says.
“Are those the new Reef sandals, man? Those look tight!” says Brendan one of Luke’s groupies.
“We know.” We say in unison.
But just as I am about to walk up the steps into the building I trip and bring my whole clique down. The whole campus began to laugh, but Luke looks up and stares, at that moment the entire campus became silent. No one dares to make fun of Luke’s girlfriend. I am a beauty queen for crying out loud.
The rest of the day was the same as usual; slammed my finger in my locker, spilt milk at lunch, and tripped twice. My carelessness has been going on for a three weeks.. What is going on with me?
“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 would like to keep my friends.” Luke says as he helps me into his range rover.
“I don’t know maybe you’ve jinxed me?” 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.” A tear begins to form. Never have I been so clumsy in all my life.
Meanwhile, in the smallest house on Camino Street, Nikki is just returning home from school.
“Mom, picked you up a pack of cigs, on the way home.” Nikki yells as she slams the door to her room. She throws her bag onto her bed and a blonde Barbie falls out. Her walls were painted black and a Pagan alter sits in the corner. The one window is covered with black shades, and the only light she receives is candlelight. Nikki is the darkest person at Riverview High and she loves the attention.
Nikki walks over to her alter, lights a black candle and begins to chant in a dark, secretive language. A breeze begins to circle her room. She is chilled for a moment then hot as fire. Once she finishes her chant the Barbie is laying on the altar next to a chalice of needles. Barbie’s shirt reads, “Brenna”.
I fall out of Luke’s car, again.
“What is going on, it’s like I’m cursed or something.” Exclaiming, trying to get up with the help of Luke.
“Well, at least your home. This is the worst out of the three weeks you’ve been like this. Can you even walk straight?” Luke says somewhat sarcastically as he walks me to the door.
“Yea, ha ha, very funny. Of course, I can walk straight.” Taking five slow, careful steps to the door. We kiss for about five minutes, when the door burst open. I turn and look,
“Hello Mother!” Luke smiles weakly and walks back to his car and sped off.
On Camino Street, Nikki has begun viciously poking the Barbie doll in the back of the knee with a long needle, while chanting an obscene language. In doing this she causes me to fall out of my boyfriend’s car.
“You deserve this wench!” She says in between spells. After about four pokes, she drops the Barbie and begins to meditate.
No one understands Nikki. She is a poor girl with a ghoulish attitude. She wears black everything and her locker is filled with pagan paraphernalia. She is repulsive in my book, which is probably why she enjoys torturing me so much. Nikki is my arch enemy and we have been since we were born. She put glue in my hair in the 1st grade. To get back at her, I took those dumb plastic scissors and gave her a bob that no one forgot.
The one and only thing we have in common is our love for science. Every semester we compete for the highest grade. Well, as you can see Nikki and I don’t get along. The basis of our relationship is a competition.
I begin to sleep deeply and begin to dream. In my dream Nikki appears, at first as a baby, then a toddler, then a preteen, and finally in her present state. Finally, she begins to spin until her entire body is twisted around mine. Our heads are forced towards each other. Nikki’s dark eyes bore deep into mine and as she does her hair slowly turns blond.
Holy Shit! My scream wakes me. That is the oddest dream I’ve ever had in my life. The rest of the night, sleeping is out of the question; I have to figure out the meaning of the dream. Besides, Nikki as a blond isn’t half bad.
Nikki broke from her trance. She had given me that terrifying dream in hopes that I would figure out the meaning of it. Nikki soon falls asleep at the foot of her altar exhausted from practicing the craft.
“Good Morning Tampa Bay!” My alarm shouts at me. Shut up, nothing is more obnoxious that someone that perky, this early. I begin to raid my closet in order to find yet another perfect outfit. Ah ha perfect, a khaki mini, pink spaghetti strap top, and adorable brown shoes. This should make Luke’s head spin for a while.
“Honk, Honk!” Ugh, I don’t have time to finish brushing my hair. I looked down at my brush and pull out some blond hair try to figure out my dream.
“Honk, Honk!” Luke’s honking interrupts my thoughts. I race down the stairs and out the door.
“Hey honey, I didn’t fall from my room to your car.”
“That’s great!”
For the first time in three weeks, we enter the Building without making a scene. Both of us are surprised, as we cautiously walk to our biology lab, not trying to push our luck.
“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 drones as he holds a structure made up of colorful plastics.
A vision of my dream flashes into my head that is brought on my this colorful figure. The twisted scene of Nikki and me made 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
“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 were over done with black liner. I turned to look and focused closely on Nikki’s hair. To my amazement there were blond roots.
“What color is your hair Nikki?” Asking suspiciously as I moved to the left.
“What’s it to you, Ms. Perfect. Taken a few falls lately?” Nikki replied, as she began 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 was not surprised. Both Nikki and I stare into each other’s green eyes and begin to spin making a whirlwind of toilet paper. We were straight as arrows as we spun in the air; the only thing that moved was our hair, good thing I gelled this morning.
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 in paper towels and toilet paper. Nikki stirred and Valerie looked.
“AHHHHHHHHHH!” Valerie screams and runs away.
“What’s her problem?” I lift my head. “Oh, now I know why.”