Who is this Amanda truly?
Response number 41
You met Amanda?! So she is a real person?!
Response number 42
the first time i saw amanda was when i walked into the library and she was sitting by the computers concentrating on a piece of paper
[ Edited: 11 November 2009 09:27 PM by AmB]
Response number 43
This Amanda, she is truly something special. Honestly, all the words in the dictionary couldn’t sum up this girl. As soon as she stepped into the store my eyes, which had previously been glued to the sign on the door, locked onto her like a hawk. I don’t really know what it was, I can’t describe it, but she seemed to glow. She had this…aura about her. Maybe it’s just me, but she seems too old for her years, she sees the beauty in everything. I mean, most of us around here wouldn’t be seen dead in the second-hand store. Even I, the strange loner, didn’t like it here. But she just chucked her bag down by the counter and ran her fingers over the old worn coats. As her fingers glided across the antique looking garments I saw what she saw- a thousand little bits of history to each stitch in every item of clothing.
And then she was gone, swooping gracefully out the door, swinging the Endeavour High bag onto her back, jingling her keys.
It was only when she left that I noticed the paper, scrunched on the floor, a tiny coyote scribbled in pencil.
Response number 44
This “Amanda” seems so different from the Mandy I knew back home. She was blonde, dressed fairly normal, and acted fairly normal in public. Only when she was alone with me was she truly herself. Or what I thought was herself. We never dated, never kissed, but I loved her and I every vibe she gave off she loved me. Until she betrayed me. This “Amanda” confuses me, because it sounds so much like her, so different then my Mandy. But I know its her, and I know if we don’t find her I will crumble to the ground.
Response number 45
Ive never been the kind of girl that can easily just jump into a conversation about makeup or nails. Honestly, these very subjects seems sort of trivial to me. I’d rather talk abot music, and not that crummy jesse mcartney stuff. I mean artists that have been through decades, and still their music is worth remembering. I’d also rather watch some football then shop.
I guess you could also say that ive never truley had “girl” friends. Im one of the boys. I like how guys have no real drama, and how they are more forgiving and get over themselves easier. Its refreshing how they are able to insult each other without bursting into tears.
Thats why, it was quite a shock that me and Amanda even became friends. THis is how it all started.
Me and my best friend Jason were leaning against the school sign before school, and were simply sitting and reflecting as i listened to my ipod and as he tossed a tennis ball in the air. Thats my favorite thing about him, there doesnt have to be any unnessesary conversation between us, because its impossible to be ackward around him.
Thats when i saw a very tall girl walking towards the school. She was pretty, but there was just something that drew me to her besides appearnce. She had pink died highlights, and was wearing some band t-shirt. Maybe it was the way she walked. It breathed confidence.
I heard Jason let out a sigh “Look at that hottie” he said grinning. I rolled my eyes. Thats the main downside of hanging out with guys, i have to deal with all their hormonial highschool crap. I looked over at him. He was still staring at her, quite obviously if i do say so myself.
I looked back at her. She was staring right back at him, as if observing him, or trying to figure out what his purpose to looking at her was. Her glance did not waver once. I admired her for doing that.
As she neared us i heard Jason mumble a curse. The tennis ball was rolling down to the sidewalk. It stopped at her foot. She was right in front of us. She stopped and stared down at the tennis ball for a couple of seconds before turning to Jason and said “Is this some kind of trick, to get me to bend over in front of you?”
her face glowed with confidence and smugness and i could do nothing but to choke out bits of laughter as Jason’s face turned red. Jasons eyes flashed towards me “shut up Blue!!” he said peircing me with the “Im gonna kill you” look that I knew only too well.
I looked back at this strange girl that had been quick and witty enough to burn Jason. Instead of seeing the warm glow of confidence on her face, however, i saw her staring at me intensely insead. Her eyes loked troubled. Finally she slowly opened her mouth. As if, thinking of the right words to say. After a couple of quiet ackward seconds she spoke “You are Blue.“It wasnt a question, it was a statement.
“Yes…” I sad cautiously. I was a bit worried, because she said it almost like its a bad thing. She walked over to me and handed me a simple blue ribbon. Tied in a bow and curled at the ends. “Um, thankyou?” I said giving Jason a wierd look. Then she nodded and continued her journey to the school.
I looked down at the ribbon. In black cursive it read “Control your fate, or somebody else will” For whatever reason, the words haunted me.
I looked up, jason was smiling. “What a freak” he mumurred. “yeahh” i said quietly. “What a freak…” my eyes lingered on the spot she had once been.
Response number 46
Amanda was new in my challenge reading class. To me her dressing was eccentric. One day she came in goth the next a hippie, I could never figure her out. We became friends and we talked and hung out at the coffee shop down the street from my house. When she disappeared for some reason it wasn’t a shock. The way I knew her wasn’t personal, we weren’t tight. I knew her favorite books and what she wrote in her notebooks, and her favorite movies and music but to me that is just general. She never talked about her parents and it seemed like she didn’t have any at all. The way she talked and the things she did… Well as you can see her whole personality was uncanny
PEACE , LOVE , HAPPINESS <3<3<3<3<3<3<3
Response number 47
WOW. it’s so cool reading about how Amanda was so different for each of us, and how she was the same… I hope that learning more about her will eventually lead us to her!
Response number 48
Amanda never struck me as the religious, church-every-sunday type, but she was spiritual and soft spoken about certain things, yet outgoing and confident about others. She was a mystery, a puzzle for me to figure out, something for me to ponder over and make my narrow-minded guesses. Amanda opened my mind to the possibilities out there, she cured me of my ignorance, but most of all she taught me that even if I lived small, I could dream big. She reminded me of Leslie Burke, an outsider from somewhere else, someone who wasn’t accepted by most, but to those who would let her in, well, she changed them forever.
Mind you, she had her faults, no one’s perfect. I don’t know why she left us hanging like she did, there’s got to be a reason. Amanda is out to change the bigger picture, uncovering something important, helping us all in her own way, she might have to hurt us to do it- what does it matter if you break a few nails building a house?
But whilst she’s gone, we can’t forget her. Amanda has to be alive in our hearts- she can never just become a memory.
Response number 49
The first time I saw Amanda, it was in the hallway at school. She wasn’t doing anything odd; she only stood at her locker collecting her books. It was her outfit that caught my attention - she wore a purple tutu, striped tights, and rainboots under a white sundress. Her red hair had been curled, and the entire outfit reminded me of a photo where I was four and wearing an outfit similar to hers outside in the rain. Transfixed by the memory, I was unable to look away.
Things like that had been happening more and more often for me. Up until Kindergarden, i wore what I wanted, did what i wanted, and never regretted it. That all changed. At school, people dressed the same, talked about the same things, and acted the same way. I wasn’t brave, i was just a kindergardener. The kids all were so similar - muted, bland, so different from me. I had been afraid that they didn’t like me, so I stopped displaying my colorful personality.
i’d always regretted it. I made friends, but they weren’t like me. They were like the gray-me I’d become. That’s how I was when Amanda first saw me - dressed in a blue long sleeve shirt from a name-brand store, jeans that were really way too small for me, and hair pressed out of its curls from hours of effort. I was surrounded by girls who looked and acted just like me - but theirs wasn’t an act. They were happy. I wasn’t.
Amanda turned away from her locker, and her eyes met mine. I almost shrunk away embarrassed - how could she see me like this? - but she smiled at me cheekily, proudly and boldly. I took her challenge, stood up straight, and smiled back. She looked startled, but nothing could faze Amanda for long. I walked away with my head held high - Amanda had reminded me, and I wasn’t going to forget any time soon.
I had been collecting clothing that I loved but hadn’t been brave enough to wear for ages - boas, coats, skirts, boots, socks tights, tanks, dresses - I had so many. I would wear them as a tribute my conflict.
i began to change my attitude with my clothing - I became bolder, more creative, more like the five year old me. I expected Amanda to notice - to congratulate me - but she didn’t speak to me at all. i was heart broken - wasn’t I good enough to be her friend? Did she simply not notice me? I began to pay attention to her when I saw her - who she was with, what she did, what she said, and what she wore. i couldn’t believe that she had hung out with Callie and Hal and Nia and not me. No offense to you guys - you’re all really nice and smart and everything. They each represented a part of her, but I was like her too. I saw her everywhere, leaving her mark everywhere.
Soon I realized Amanda wasn’t what she appeared - sure, she was nice, creative, and practically a genius, but she lied about so many things. She told everyone a different version of every tale. From what i could guess, she was actually living alone, and her parents weren’t keeping track of her if they were still alive. There was something she was hiding - something she didn’t want us to know.
She was so confusing in so many ways. She challenged so many rules - from those written to those unsaid. She was powerful. brave. She was unique. The last time I saw her, I was sitting on a bench outside of school, staring at the tree in front of me, wondering about who Amanda was.
Some one snuck up behind he and put their hand on my shoulder. I gasped.
“Shhh..’ It was Amanda. “I just wanted you to know, I’d like to be your friend. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner, but you didn’t need me. You transformed on your own, without my help. Other people needed me close at hand.
You’ve done what you needed to on your own, instead of hiding in that gray world you were in.” She wrinkled her nose. “Anyway, congratulations. Keep up the good work, and make a difference in the world.” She smiled and walked over to her car. That was the last time I ever saw Amanda, and the first time I spoke to her. She came here on a mission, if only we all knew what that mission was….... - Gemma
Response number 50
When I first saw Amanda I didn’t know what to think, who was this girl and what was up with the clothes she was wearing. Was she a popular girl trying to start a trend? Or maybe she was really a hippie, maybe this was how she lived. Her clothes seemed to open a door but I still couldn’t see what was behind it. You would think clothes would reflect her personality but you never knew take Nia for instance. As she walked past me in the hall I got a different vibe, something I couldn’t describe but there was defenitly something refreshing about her aura. The next day I couldn’t wait to see her maybe even talk to her. But when I saw her something was definetly different about her, she didn’t really seem as approachable as before when she was a peaceloving hippie. As I whatched her throughout the weeks, picking up bits of her life from others I realized what was so special about Amanda. She didn’t force her personality on people, she was whoever you made her. And talking with her she would let you pick and choose then she’d just play along with you. Truly who is she? I don’t know, I don’t think she knows either. It’s all in the way you see her.
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