Wednesday, October 04, 2006
New Beginning 135
Lorelei got her name from her mother, who had heard it on a TV show. She hated it and made everyone call her Lorie. She had tried making everyone call her Veronica Samantha Bliss, but that didn't work; so she was Lorie, and nobody ever spelled her name right the first time.
Her mother was disappointed with the nickname, but Lorie wouldn't budge. Besides, her father approved. He teased that it was easier to remember.
"You're the worst father ever," she informed him.
"I'll bet you say that to all the boys," he grinned back.
Apart from the name, and issues regarding curfews, parties, and boys, Lorie and her parents got along just fine. They didn't understand her determination to grow up and be a geologist, but she figured they would grow into that.
She was thirteen, still gangly, with bushy red hair and scars on her elbows from long years of softball practice. Boys interested her. Dogs and sports and Japanese animation interested her. Rocks interested her--hence, the geology--and tattoos interested her, which was beginning to make her parents nervous. She disliked insects and people with negative attitudes. She wanted to be liked.
So she decided to post a profile on Date.org. Lorie realized that her profile, stressing her love of NASCAR, alternative music and According to Jim, was perfect, sure to attract just the kind of boy she was looking for: one with a skull thicker than a rock.
Her parents wouldn't understand, of course, but how else was a beginning geologist supposed to gain experience? Lorie smiled as she sharpened her pickaxe.
Opening: acd.....Continuation: Rebecca