Who is this Amanda truly?
Response number 21
I was always aware of Amanda in my History class. She really liked European History, I remember that. She’d once said “bonjour” to the teacher and I thought that was really cool.
She oozed confidence and self-assurance - qualities a girl like me dreams of while twitching and pulling awkwardly at the hems of my dusty clothes. She always looked superb; balancing sassy with just a touch of retro (I read those fashion terms in a magazine once).
Anyway, I didn’t know her well but the way things worked out Amanda got to know me a lot better than I knew her.
Lucy Feltz had picked on me since my first day at Endeavour. “Here comes dowdy little Poppy Gloom,” she and her snarling group would yell. Their mouths all big and anxious. I’d squirm and avoid eye contact.
This particular morning, my dog Walter had jumped right up on my bed like a big old lout and landed right on my glasses - snapping the left leg clean off. He’s a klutz of a dog.
My grandma had said to just “get on with it.” To dry my eyes and get some sticky tape. “Patch them up good as new!” she hollered, muttering about the good old days. I put my hair down that day to hide the patch-job.
But they noticed.
After Lucy and the gang had pointed out my makeshift spectacles to the entire class and called me a “dirty little gypsy,” I’d ran to the bathrooms. I felt numb with humiliation and abhorred my pitiful and cowardly nature.
It was at that moment that the girl I’d watched from across the class with discreet admiration, climbed elegantly over the top of the cubicle swinging her legs swiftly over like a horsemen and jumping gracefully to my feet.
“Poppy” she said tilting my chin so my swollen eyes met her dazzling ones.
“Lucy will never bother you again. I promise.”
Up until Amanda’s disappearance Lucy had stayed clear of me. She’d even said “Hi Poppy.” But since Amanda’s been gone she’s revived her nasty side.
I really miss Amanda.
[ Edited: 05 August 2009 08:06 PM by PoppyGloom]
Response number 22
the first time i met amanda was when i was walking to my art class and she came and said hi and i was aware that second that i had just met a really special person who wasnt afraid like i was a person who loved to be who and how she truly is and thanks to her im not afraid anymore
Response number 23
Honestly when I first saw Amanda, I judged her on her apperance. I thought she was strange and didn’t want anything to do with her. But as I got to actually know her, I realized that she was strange and so was I. She taught me to do things that I would have never even thought or been able to do if she was never to be in my life. Now that she is missing, I realized that I never got to tell her how good of a friend is was to me and how she taught to to read a book before i start judging it because of its cover. Amanda truly is a wonderful girl and I hope we are able to find out where is she and what truly is going on in her head.
Response number 24
the first time amanda came to school i knew something was different about her,
i suspected she was hiding something.
when i went to biology class early amanda was the only one there,she was writing in a journal,
once i walked in she closed the journal and put it in her pocket.
Response number 25
I remember Amanda, she moved into the house right next to me. There was many, creepy stories about that house. That day she moved in my mother made me get out of bed and off my laptop so I could “make a new friend” so I did. When I went over to say hi with the cookies my mother made me take along. I truly made a new friend right off the back. Amanda was such a sweet girl, the one thing we have in common our love of books. She had books all over the place, all types, mysteries, histories, actions, fiction, and non fiction every type. We didn’t have very long to get close but the time we did we became great friends. She even had my English class. I cared about Amanda dearly and I miss her so much. I want to know what happened to my best friend.
Response number 26
During Phys. Ed, I was left out without a partner. I thought I’d have to pair up with two other people, but then I noticed that there was a girl who wasn’t picked either. I went over to her and asked if she wanted to be partners. She didn’t speak, she sort of looked me in the eye. Suddenly I felt this weird feeling inside that made my mind sort of connect with hers to understand her. I understood her in a weird way, and so I knew that she was different.
Response number 27
I sat behind Amanda in class. I never really talked to her, but sometimes I stared at her, wondering what it would be like if we were friends. I don’t know why, but I really liked her from the first moment she barged into my class, saying “good morning” to us like she knew each ine of us personally. There was this aura around her that made you want to trust her with all your secrets. Whenever she caught me staring, she smiled and winked at me, as if she knew what I was thinking.
I tried to overhear all the conversations she had with the girl sitting next to her. Before she was gone, I didn’t notice, but when I thought about it, I realized that although she frequently asked questions, she tried to answer with as less information about her as possible.
I wish I had talked to her once.
I hope this helps
Response number 28
Amanda was my neighbor and at first I was a little weary of her. Her clothes were different, though a lot like mine actually, and though she seemed to like people she always kept to herself. (I am photography addict) and one day I was out in the yard and got a shot of her doing something odd. She was bending over something that looked like a puddle, yet there hadn’t been any rain for weeks. She seemed to be talking to it.
Anyway, not important. What is important is that the Amanda we all knew was a fake. A liar. Hidden by a veil that none could see through. She and I got to be close, yet now that I look back, there is very little I remember about her. Like she is somewhere, dragging away my memories.
I doubt any of us knew the real her, or why she was here. But, even though the girl we knew was enchanting, I think that we should remember that what we knew wasn’t real
Response number 29
I didn’t know Amanda very long. A few passing conversations when we were paired up by teachers in class… but she’s got a really—oh, I don’t know—eerie vibe. She knows everything. When she looked at me—really LOOKED at me, not just glancing—I could feel it. It’s like she’s fishing for information inside your head. She has strange habits. I’ve never seen her wash her hands in Biology. She doesn’t like water. You know who else doesn’t like water? The Wicked Witch of the West. Amanda’s phone wallpaper was the Wizard of Oz. I’ve never read the original; have any of you? All I know is that it’s different from the movie and the musicals. Besides that, there are always details they leave out of movies.
She’s so far beyond me. I can’t wrap my brain around her as a person. Not to mention that she never seems to reveal anything about herself. Haven’t all those secrets been about other people? Creepy.
Don’t get me wrong: she’s a great person. I just feel like I need to watch myself around her, though.
Response number 30
thats good ur good
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