This
is
a
semi-true/semi-fictional
story
about
my
life.
Tell
me
what
you
think.
I
was
seventeen
with
blue
hair,
what
did
I
know
know?
My
eyes
glanced
out
the
dining
room
window.
The
prairie
sun
swept
across
the
North
Dakota
field,
highlighting
an
emptiness
in
my
heart.
This
was
home,
and
yet
it
wasn't.
My
physical
self
sat
glued
to
the
chair
while
my
mind
wandered
far
away.
I
thought
about
how
perfect
the
field
was
for
a
crop
circle.
My
fascination
with
ETs
was
nothing
new.
It's
sort
of
been
a
life
long
passion.
I
thought
about
sticking
up
a
"Welcome
Visitors."
sign,
but
then
about
a
thousand
abduction
stories
came
popping
up.
I
shuddered.
Maybe
that
wasn't
the
best
idea.
My
therapist
said
that
my
love
affair
with
aliens
is
a
learned
coping
mechanism
for
dealing
with
loneliness.
Something
about
me
feeling
like
an
an
alien.
Still,
if
I
kept
this
up,
my
film
could
be
the
next
"Signs".
Just
like
all
stupid
young
girls,
I
was
Hollywood
bound.
However,
unlike
all
the
rest,
I
was
serious.
That
wasn't
so
ridiculous,
was
it?
My
mind
whirled.
There
was
no
time
to
waste.
I
needed
a
story,
no...
wait!
First
a....
and,
what
about
actors?
Never
had
I
been
a
girl
to
live
in
the
present.
It
was
all
about
the
future
in
my
book.
Out
front,
a
horn
honked.
It
was
of
course
Ian
Ifford,
one
of
my
best
friends.
I
grabbed
my
purse,
faked
a
smile,
and
headed
for
the
door.
We
drove
down
North
Broadway,
the
"The
Fer
Sure
Song"
blasting.
Ian
ran
a
hand
through
his
flat
ironed
blond
locks.
"Why
do
you
just
leave
your
hair
curly?",
I
asked.
"
I
don't
like
it
curly."
His
hair
looked
so
stupid.
I
hated
it
straight!
He
only
straightened
it
because
of
Kale
Dewitt.
Kale
Dewitt
is
Ian's
ex
secret
lover,
my
former
boyfriend,
and
another
one
of
my
best
friends.
Interestingly
enough,
Kyle
Dewitt,
Kale's
twin,
is
Ian's
current
boyfriend.
Kyle
and
Ian
both
claim
that
they're
bisexual.
I
don't
believe
it
for
a
second.
On
our
European
trip,
Kyle
decided
that
he's
two
percent
straight.
This
decision
was
made
after
he
stated
that
he
thought
vaginas
were
nasty.
Kale
denies
having
any
gay
feelings.
I
didn't
always
think
Kale
was
gay.
After
all,
I
did
date
the
guy.
When
he
started
dressing
up
in
my
clothes,
I
got
suspicious.
"Where
you
want
to
go?",
said
Ian.
"I
don't
care,
Hollywood
video,
I
guess."
Hollywood
Video
Store
was
a
popular
haunt
for
me.
Only
two
places
brought
me
peace,
the
movie
theater
and
Hollywood
Video.
I
scanned
the
shelves,
looking
for
anything
decent
that
I
hadn't
already
seen.
Ian
said
nothing.
My
friends
knew
better
than
to
talk
to
me
while
I
was
browsing
for
movies.
Making
my
way
to
the
horror
section,
my
personal
favorite,
I
began
my
mental
checklist.
Seen
it,
bad,
bad,
seen
it,
"April
Fool's
Day",
..."The
Re-animator",
"Resident
Evil",
..."Vampires:
Los
Muertos".
Ugh,
I
had
seen
them
all.
"Greta!"
"Yeah
Ian.",
I
hollered
from
the
next
row.
"Let's
get
this,
it's
about
evil
sheep!"
Evil
sheep
sounded
like
a
definite
good
time
to
me. I
was
pretty
much
up
for
anything.
A
movie
didn't
need
to
be
good
to
deserve
my
viewing.
I
suppose
that
really
said
something
about
me.
to
be
continued...
