Who is this Amanda truly?
Response number 31
Ok i live in Florida near the water. I met Amanda at the beach so i was suprised because she just came right up to my two best friends and i and intruduced herself and just started hanging out with us. I thought she reminded me of someone. My friends told me later, she reminded them of me! My friends and i are very random so she just fit in right away with us. We had every class together so we were closer. She seemed fun and adventerous and that’s what i have always wanted in life so i became her best friend. At my school though we dont have distinct ‘cliques’ so we dont draw a lot of attention. She talked a lot of astronomy and stars and stuff like that. I loved the stars though because i like the history. Sometimes though she would just say these random quotes, when i read Invisible- I i recognized the quote, “The only thing evil need to triumph good is for good men to do nothing.” She said that one a lot. My parents liked her enough. We were really defensive of each other i didn’t mind because i was like that with everyone of my friends. She didn’t really talk to anyone else that I noticed but i didn’t see her 24/7. After about 2 weeks of her being in Florida she disappered, the cops didn’t do anything because apperntly someone told them her family was moving. The only problem with that, that i noticed was that she told me ‘she didn’t have any family, that her whole family died in a fire.’ So i was skimming the new books last week and i saw the book and read the back it led me to this website…......... i need to know that she is ok. This was one of her favorite quotes exscuse me for the bad word…..
[ Edited: 08 October 2009 12:14 AM by booklover97]
Response number 32
I met Amanda at Arcadia, the all-ages club downtown between the 1970’s style abandoned pizza place and Wally’s video parlor.
I’m the bass player in the band `Punk Rock is for Losers’ and during the set, Amanda was the only one who stood out to me, in her long pink wig with the streaks of black. She was dancing so enthusiastically I threw her my plectrum at the end of the show.
I left to find a drink and then went backstage to find Amanda marveling at my silver sequin encrusted six-stringed bass guitar, her hands drifting, almost as if she wanted to touch but couldn’t bring herself to do it.
“Custom made,” I said.
She jumped as I walked up behind her.
“Cost a fortune,” I gushed, reminiscing when I had to empty my college fund to pay for it.
We talked until the club closed, covering topics from the German visual Kei band Cinema Bizarre and how Hollywood these days is so overrated.
I never saw Amanda again after that night.
Response number 33
I don’t know a Amanda and I am really confused so um okay.
Response number 34
Math proved no small feat for me. Being the easily distractable person that I am, I just couldn’t pay attention. So, naturally, when Amanda walked in, I was oblivious in the extreme. I was staring out the window, mildly contemplating just how the sun was glancing off the cars.
But then, I heard a girl speaking. The voice was small, but still managed to hold a confidence I could only wish to posses. Those few words, “My name is Amanda. Where can I sit?”, made me almost jump straight from my seat.
Mrs. Anders seemed to hear it in her voice, too. A sort of subtle power that she didn’t want heard. I turned to look at her. Her hair was a flaming red, almost blood-colored, but I somehow couldn’t believe it was dyed. She was a couple inches taller than average, and looked even taller next to Mrs. anderson. Her hands were pristine, almost glowingly dirtless, but I felt that they had been worked to the bone time and time again. Her eyes stood out, more than anything. Hazel, brown on the inside, green on the outside. They were oridinary, but still a light seemed to shine out of them that could not, would not, be supressed.
“Um, yes dear, you may sit over there, by miss Cecile.”
I sat up straighter as she came closer, silently setting her books on the desk and sliding into the seat with more grace than any natural being. She had never fallen in her life, I knew that much.
The first thing she did when she sat down, despite Mrs. Anderson returning to her lesson, was get out a thick notebook. It was completely covered in sequens and beads, and packed with scribblings, photographs, torn pages, and postage stamps. It was about nine inches tall, and six wide. The girl, Amanda, flipped to the very back page and began writing. I tried to look at the pictures glued to the opposite page, but the reflection from the light wouldn’t go away, no matter the angle I moved to. I almost fell out of my seat trying to get just a glimpse, but managed to see nothing.
She didn’t seem to care. It was as if she knew that I couldn’t see what it was, or what she was doing, and was ignoring me entirely.
“Hey.” I whispered, looking at her. Her red hair was creating a curtain over her face, and she continued to ignore me, writing furiously, as I tried to get her attention. “Hey! You, red-hair girl! Amanda!”
“Hm?” She looked up, her eyes shining with an emotion I couldn’t comprehend.
“What are you doing?” I asked, still whispering.
Amanda looked down at her notebook, fingering the ink she had just put on the paper. “Nothing.” She said finally, snapping the book shut and slipping it into her stack of binders so quickly I almost missed it. “I’m doing nothing.” Amanda looked back at the board, and from that point on payed rapt attention in class.
That was the first time I ever met Amanda Valentino, and the memory is as clear to me now as it was that day. Maybe because I’ve relived it so many times, maybe because her hair was so perfect, maybe because she was something new, and maybe because I’m just weird like that.
She didn’t change my life, but she sure made it much more exciting from that day forward.
[ Edited: 21 October 2009 03:40 AM by CecileReeve]
Response number 35
you made it in the book!
Response number 36
as soon as Amanda walked into 5th period Art, my eyes would not stop looking at her. her pale white skin and jet black har with a strip or dyed pink hair running along its smoot staright surface. she stepped up to Ms Morgan and introduced herself with quick hushed sentences. she then turned around and flounced up the isle of seats, as if she hadn’t a care in the world. she walked right past a couple of empty seats at the front and sat right next to me. she flopped down and slid her big hand-made bag onto the ground next to her. She glanced around nervously yet calmly at her new classmates, taking us all in with not much as a second glance. thats when she caught my eye. busted! i looked down onto my paper of the big dipper which i started painting. she slid back her stool and got up with her bag in hand, walking straight past the confused teacher and out the classroom, into the empty hall. thats when i knew something was up with Amanda and i just had to be a part of her life, somehow.
Response number 37
you made it in the book!
I leaned against the car, pulling my jacket closer against the wind. Where was he? I sniffed, blowing a strand of hair out of my face while I glared at the front door of the school. Stupid, unreliable…
And then, she came out. Amanda, the girl from math class. With my brother Greg right behind her.
I swore to myself, then ducked around the car to spy on them. Amanda was laughing, tossing her head back with her blood hair blowing in the breeze. Greg ran down the stairs to catch up with her, tripping and catching himself down the stairs. I snickered, covering my mouth with my scarf. Amanda seemed amused too, giggling un controlably as my brother attempted to regain his dignity. I rolled my eyes as Amanda said a quick goodbye and went running off around the building, leaving Greg standing there in bewhilderment.
“Go on, follow her!” I said. I quickly covered my mouth and looked around to see if anyone heard, then started laughing again as Greg came over, flipping his keys up and down.
I smiled at my perplexed brother, who grunted and got in the car. I giggled.
He gave a confused look. He obviously didn’t know that I’d seen him. “What?”
“Nothing, nothing, just drive…” Greg started mumbling to himself, probably about girls or something like that, and started the car.
Just another blurb….
Response number 38
I find myself in awe of Amanda, really, and all of you who knew her so well, or not.
I ‘knew’ Amanda in middle school, but for only a short time in eighth grade. She came to Ponus MS in September, just like the rest of us, but left well before spring break.
My friends, Felicity and Emma, and I, we completely avoided Amanda. She was odd. We were already at the bottom of the food chain - no need to hurt us further. But I was strangely fascinated by her.
The first time I saw her was in social studies, in September, my favorite class. Her red hair was drawn across her face, like a curtain. It was so different from my own straight, barely shoulder length black hair with the streaks of color running through it. I stared at her for a while, then looked up at Ms. Bett. She was looking between me and Amanda, like she just knew we would be friends. I hated Amanda for that. I didn’t tell Felicity or Emma, though. They wouldn’t understand.
It grew to being an obsession. I was constantly on the look out for Amanda, studying her cloths or her pale face, trying to guess what was going on in her mind.
Felicity and Emma didn’t like it, and, my only friends drifted quickly away. At home, my almost collage aged brother, Jason, became more and more rebellious. Mom’s drinking got worse, and Dad was hardly ever around. I grew even more quiet and sullen.
The last time I saw her was in March. It was a terrible, drizzly day, the kind I usually liked. I got a C on the pop quiz in math, and Felicity had completely abandoned Emma and I, not to mention that Emma wasn’t talking to me. They were both angry at Amanda, and I hated her for that.
I was standing outside of school. Jason had agreed to pick me up, and I saw his car pull up when a feather-light hand touched my shoulder. It was Amanda.
“What do you want?”
“Claudia, you look…” She stopped. I, mistaking her meaning, shoved her hand off.
“Yeah, well, it’s hard for me to look interesting, or sweet, or whatever, seeing as I’m not a nice girl.” With that, I got into the car. Amanda just stood there, staring after me. Jason’s eyes mirrored the girl’s as he looked at me.
That evening, after tuning out a particularity loud screaming match between Mom, Dad and Jason, I was reading some book - I can’t remember what. Jason walked in and sat on my bed, lying his feet on the book. His toe bumped my head, and I glared at him. He just looked at me.
“Don’t be like me, Clo. Don’t be like me.” And he left.
I never saw either of them again - Jason, or Amanda.
A month later, I was going through my paper-crane diary. 428. But I had only written…426. I counted them out, quickly finding the two imposers. They had writing too, but the paper was petal-pink, with cherry blossoms and kanji characters on it. I unfolded them, curious.
The first one had a drawing of me on it. Same short black hair, light streaks through it, same slightly pained expression on my face…it was me, on the day they left. I opened the other, finding a journal entry. The second I saw it I knew they were Amanda’s.
I think that it’s probably time to go. Ponus has been interesting, but it’s too institutionalized. I think everyone is very…strange. Distant. They need help.
It went on like that, with the ending -A. There was an ornate, old-fashioned key at the base.
If any of my experiences have anything to tell, I don’t think Amanda will stay anywhere very long. She touches people’s lives, then disappears. I hate her - I don’t hate her - for that.
Quite frankly, I don’t know where I’d be right now if I hadn’t met Amanda.
[ Edited: 10 November 2009 05:03 PM by Swirlingstem]
Response number 39
I stood by the driver seat door on my car and waited. I waited for a full 10 minutes. Where was she? My best friend was so unpredictable. Never on time for anything. I stood there hunched up against the icy wind. My hands were curled up in [removed] and stuffed into the pockets of my jacket, which was wrapped tightly around me. I shivered, trying to keep myself from turning into a Popsicle.
The front entrance to the school was suddenly thrown open, and out walked Amanda. She stumbled down the stone steps leading towards the student car park. She was trembling all over, her body exposed to the chilly winter air as she had no coat on. Her hands were stuffed into fleecy gloves, and her arms were cuddling herself, trying to keep the cold air out. She skipped down the stairs in a flash and walked hurriedly towards the school gate.
‘Hey Amanda’ I called out to her, sliding my hand out of my pocket and giving her a quick wave before stuffing it back into my pocket. She stopped in her tracks and turned towards me, a smile slowly forming on her lips. We never really spoke to each other outside of Art. It was like she was in her own bubble and I was in hers. During Art we acted like muppets, laughing, singing and chatting in our own little world. But after class we went our separate ways. Of course we said ‘hi’ to each other in the hallways but we never had a whole conversation together apart from if we were in class.
‘Hey Miriam.’ She said, turning around fully to face me. ‘What you doing?’
‘Oh, not much really. Waiting for my friend, but I’m starting to doubt she’ll even turn up.’ I gave her a weak smile. My hands flew up to my face, trying to warm it up at exactly the same time Amanda’s hand did. We let out a giggle, which then lead up to a full laughing fit. Just then my phone vibrated in my jeans pocket and I snatched it out. A text.
‘HEY MARIAM, I GOT A RIDE WITH JEFF 2NITE. ILL C YA 2MORRO… XXX’
Finally I could leave. I turned around to face Amanda again but I realised she wasn’t beside me anymore. I looked around the playground, wondering where on earth she had got to. I spotted her at the gate, just as she was turning the corner off into a side street. I climbed into my car and started the engine, hitting the accelerator hard with my foot. I drove out of the student parking lot and onto the streets, seeing Amanda at the far end of the road. I got to her as soon as I can.
‘Hey which way you headed Amanda?’ I said, rolling down the window and peering at her.
She stopped and swirled to face me, ‘So you’re stalking me now are you?’ Her face was serious but then her lips started twitching. The next minute she doubled over laughing and so did I. We finally stopped laughing, after what seemed like a life-time.
‘Do you want a ride home? That’s where you’re going right? Home?’
Amanda bent down and looked into the car. She looked at me uncertainly, her eyes flickering as her mind was figuring what to do.
‘Um, yeah I guess so. I’m headed home.’ I saw a slight smile trace along her lips.
‘So do you want a ride?’ I asked
‘Yup, love one.’ She ran around the car and opened the passenger. She hopped in and placed her bags on the floor by her feet. ‘Thanks a lot, Miriam. I owe you one.’
‘No problem.’ I said, changing the gear and headed off in the direction Amanda pointed out. We chatted about anything and everything, laughing most of the time at what one of us said. Then she switched on the radio and she started singing off-key to the chorus. I joined in and after a few lines we doubled over with laughter yet-again. I literally forgot that we were in a car, and thought we were back in Art, behaving like some immature children. When we got to Amanda’s road, she told me to stop at the top.
‘I don’t mind driving you to the front of your house. It’s only down the road.’ I turned my head to look at Amanda, she was unbuckling her seatbelt.
‘No, no, it’s okay. I’ll walk from here; it’s only down the road.’ She lifted her many bags from the floor and opened the car door. She stepped out and instantly started shivering. I scrolled down the window again and called out to her.
‘Hey Amanda, you look like you’ll freeze.’ I grabbed my spare jacket off the back seat and handed it to her. ‘Here it’ll keep you warm till you get home.’
She gave me a huge grin and nodded, fastening up the buttons of the jacket and racing down towards the far end of the road.
I started up my car again and reversed out of Amanda’s road, wondering why on earth she didn’t let me drop her off outside her house…
Response number 40
How we met seemed so simple.
I met Amanda at the downtown bookstore, “Little Plastic Castle”.
She was wearing a long purple wig, a pink gypsy skirt, a white blouse, and a pair of black sneakers. Instantly, she stumbled into my category of normal until she grabbed the very last copy of King of Thorn manga, volume 3 before I did. I was utterly speechless. I had never ever met anyone that reads King of Thorn besides me. I gawked her until she was walking away with my copy.
“Hey!” I called out to her. She flinched at the sound of my voice. She turned herself around and seemed confused.
“Yes?” She tilted her head to the side, trying to look cute. Cute and confused must be some dangerous combination because suddenly a wave of guilt washed over me.
“Don’t be angry,” I told myself. “Don’t be like Georgia.”
I took a deep breath.
“I really would like to have that book you have right there,” I explained to her, pointing to the book that was tucked under her arm. She lifted the book up and glanced at it then me.
“This book?” I nodded.
“Yes, that one.” What other book could I be talking about? Amanda looked at me for a minute and then gave me a Machiavellian smile.
“I’ll give this book,” She lifted the book in my face like she was mocking me. I wanted to tackle her so bad when she did that.
“For that.” She pointed to my neck, around it was a red plastic glasslike heart necklace. My necklace? Why would you want my necklace?
“Deal.” I said. She handed me the book. I quickly removed the necklace off of me and onto to her.
She smiled, blissfully, touching her new possession.
“Deal.” She echoed, looking at me with twinkling eyes. “Deal.”
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