Who is this Amanda truly?
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Response number 91
Posted: 28 May 2011 12:34 PM
Well… I don’t know. Everyone has different opinions about who she is. It seems like she is fifty different people instead of just one. The question is..does anyone actually know the REAL Amanda? Or does everyone just know another version of her?
I think that’s what she wants. To pull us all together to really THINK. Not just about her, either. Right here, you have people from all ends of the social… totem pole, ironically enough. If we all didn’t have Amanda in common, we wouldn’t speak, would we? “The quest for knowledge never goes very far… because all we need is right in front of our eyes” Amanda told me once. But, who knows? Is Amanda really a genius, waiting for us all to make piece, or is she just a psycho, waiting for us to kill each other? Maybe we can meet her half way…
-Ame -
Response number 92
Posted: 10 June 2011 12:01 PM
Well, I was in two classes with Amanda: Gym and English. I noticed she was brilliant in English, totally knew her stuff. I don’t even really remember seeing her in Gym class, except the one time we ever really spoke to each other.
I was in the locker room, when no one else was, and I remember being really upset. Maybe even crying. But Amanda walked in, and she saw me. “In the course of a lifetime, what does it matter?” She said, and I just stared at her. I was surprised that she had said something to me, and really angry, because the reason I was sad was that someone I knew had recently died. I mean, what did she even know about it?
I just tried to avoid her from then on, but then she disappeared and I started to feel bad. What happened to her? -
Response number 93
Posted: 27 June 2011 07:47 PM
Amanda is the most complex individual I have ever met. It’s like she has the freedom to be whoever she wants to be, and cleverly pulls it off to a certain degree. Her methods are a bit strange, like the time she bought an atlas from the used book store where I work (Idk, if you’ve heard of it. “Read it and Weep”. It’s a small business owned by my cuz Lenore.), then she dropped it by me in a library so I would accidently take it by mistake or something like that. She never really explained why she did that…
Anyways, it’s almost as if she’s a ghost now - invisible, yet able to make herself present to others in mysterious ways. -
Response number 94
Posted: 20 August 2011 06:41 PM
I met Amanda in Play It Again, Sam one day. She and I were both eyeing up the same dress and she had the last one in my size in her hands. Upon discovering this, she offered me the dress instead.
I told her it was fine, I’d find another, but she just looked at me for a few seconds and said, ‘you’re meant to have this dress.’
I saw her a few more times in Play It Again, Sam and we went for coffee in Just Desserts one day. She liked lattés, I remember that…
Amanda seems like a really nice person and I wish I’d truly gotten to know her. Although it doesn’t seem like anyone else had that privilege either.
I don’t really have many friends here in Orion and I hope that when she comes back from this adventure she’s on, that we could be close. -
Response number 95
Posted: 20 August 2011 09:18 PM
I miss being with her. the way we would stargaze on the swings but now, its over.
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Response number 96
Posted: 27 September 2011 01:45 PM
I’m nowhere near friends with Amanda. I’m just a plain student studying astronomy. But then, there’s something about her, something mysterious.
The first time our eyes made contact, I knew something is not right. It’s like, for me, she mixes lies with truth.
You can call me a fan or whatever, but, I really idolized her. Ever since the day I read her article in The Spirit, Do You See What I See: A Newcomer’s Take On Orion, and followed by another, and another. She wasn’t scared of criticism. She lives with justice.
Since the day she set foot on this school, everything was a mess. Well, mess for others, but justice to those who remain silent.
I was scared of criticism and judgement. So I never really told anyone my opinion, except for my dog though.
I’m not stating any fact about her. I’m just sharing my opinion for the first time.
One day, she disappeared. She didn’t go to school or in any places [ or so I know ] in Orion. And until now, there’s this question that keeps on bugging me. “Where is Amanda?”.
Since she left, i’m like, “Where’s superman?”. Call me weird or what, but I also think of her as a hero in this school.
She was everything that I’ve wanted, Or so I thought.
I’m still hoping that she’d come back here safe and sound.
[ Edited: 28 September 2011 03:11 AM by lovelesspanda]
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Response number 97
Posted: 27 September 2011 05:40 PM
I moved to Orion right after Amanda. Weird, we were in all the same classes from the start. I hid behind my long red hair and stayed quiet. We talked some, and soon became good friends. I’d peer over her shoulder, all day sometimes. She wrote the truth, or what she told me was the truth, in the leather bound pages. The day she disapeared, we talked for hours about superstitions and supernatural occurances. When she wasn’t at school for a few days, I was worried. This miniature “Amanda” in the back of my head told me to think hard about what we talked about a few days before. She couldn’t have been. . . no, it was impossible. I needed someone to turn to. Her mom died in a car crash, and her dad left her with her Aunt Raina in a subdivision named “Quail Oaks.” Raina owns a new bookstore/poetry club in downtown called “Peacepoets.” I visited her after Amanda vanished, but she said that she didn’t know Amanda, but a girl named Penelope with a coyote drawn on her arm came and read a piece abut destiny and the future. I then went to the next person she told me of: her grandparents. But as Callie already explained, they’d never heard of Amanda Valentino. I hope someone finds her soon. She was a work of art. And that happens to be where we became friends.
Lulu[ Edited: 27 September 2011 05:55 PM by sponjo]
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Response number 98
Posted: 08 October 2011 10:25 PM
I will never forget the day that I met Amanda, really. It was the night after I witnessed an awful sight: my own mother, pointing a gun at my younger sister while she was asleep. Granted, she didn’t pull the trigger but still. My parents have had a lot of fall outs, and last night was one of them. I hid myself under the covers as I listened to them arguing, and when I looked up, there was my mom, pointing my dad’s gun at my sister. I forced myself to go to sleep though. As soon as I woke up in the morning, I went to the secluded area in the park where no one goes to. My parents acted like nothing happened last night, but I knew better. I sat on the green, humid grass and looked up at the sky filled with clouds. I let the tears fall freely. No one would see me here, so I can vent out my emotions without worry. Not knowing what to do, I plucked pieces of grass out from the ground. I was startled when a girl came out of nowhere. She was around my age and positioned herself like me across from where I sat and cried. I was startled, really. Here I was crying my head off, and she was doing the same. I didn’t even know her yet. I hesitantly asked her what was wrong. She pointed towards my teary face and told me that I have problems. I tilted my head to the side, and she explained that a heart weeps for those who truly weep. I laughed, despite my self; I have a tendency to laugh at things that I think aren’t true. Abruptly, her tears stopped, and she stood up and smiled at me. “See?” she said. “I knew you weren’t a depressed, lonely, abandoned, heart-broken, reckless, stupid, annoying, mean, insane, hysterical, impatient, cold-hearted, ignorant, shy—” I cut her off with a, “Get to the point.” I wiped my tears away and stood up. She cracked a smile and said, “I take back the impatient part then. PMSing teenager.” I raised and eyebrow and smiled. I don’t know why I’m suddenly smiling, but something about her personality made me smile. “Well, you certainly aren’t the crying type. So I wondered why you were pouring your heart out at the innocent grass.” I laughed. “And how would you know that’s not who I really am? I could be hobo from the streets.” “Trust me, I just know,” she replied with thorough seriousness that I remembered that I didn’t know this girl. Like she read my thoughts, she said,” I’m Amanda Valentino by the way. You seem like a friendly person, I was wondering if you would give me a tour of the city.” That’s how I knew Amanda. I knew from the moment that I said yes, it wasn’t just a tour I was accepting, but her for who she is. She became my anchor, especially after my mom left to work at another state. She reminded me that I was strong, but even strong people need to be vulnerable sometimes. Her unpredictability was the best thing about her. Without her, I would’ve cried myself to sleep. When she left without a trace, I kept faith that she would come back. After all, she promised she was a friend that would never disappear.
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