WHY I CANNOT GO OUT TONIGHT ch.1 -- Fictional Getdown

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Date Posted: 02:06:23 01/03/03 Fri
Author: lizza
Subject: WHY I CANNOT GO OUT TONIGHT ch.1

i'm basing this story on real things that happened over the past week that got me grounded for the next 3 months. (happy new year)... i've concocted many other versions of the story. the one i told my parents (which still did not get me off the hook), the one i told my boyfriend (chris in this story), the one i told my ex-boyfriend (lance in this story), the one i'm telling people i don't want to know what happened... but this one is prolly the closest to the truth. i hope you enjoy.

CHAPTER 1

Cras amet qui nunquam amavit; Quique amavit, cras amet.

(May he love tomorrow who has never loved before; And may he who has loved, love tomorrow as well...)

For my birthday, my friends decided it would be fun to get our fortunes read. We went to this store that sold things for wiccan spells, a wide selection of tarot cards, and strange jewelry. It smelled of incense and ungodly things. It made us smile. I believe in some astrological ideas. I'm a Capricorn through and through, so I was a little cynical, but I was willing to experiment.

We explained what we wanted, and we were directed to a small area in the back of the store that was sectioned off by velvet curtains. The woman was going to give us tarot readings one person at a time. There were three of us. I gave her a once-over. It wasn't very cheesy. In fact, she seemed rather earthy. She was dressed normally and there was no turban or strange smoke surrounding her. Not even a crystal ball was on the table. I cracked a lopsided grin and decided that even if this came out all wrong or turned out to be untrue, at least she seemed wise and well versed in life. That alone could make her someone interesting to talk to.

Since I was the birthday girl, I was selected as the first victim. I sat down at the table and she explained everything to me -- the deck, what the cards meant, and that she was going to do. She was going to give me a general six card reading. I was to concentrate very hard on the problem at hand. It was very important that I be able to take what was brought to light and understand the meaning of the cards. I nodded a little nervously, as I thought of the Carmen opera. Was this something I should be doing?

She shuffed the cards thirteen times -- my lucky number, and laid the cards out on the table. I picked out six, and she cleared the table and put the six down in order. She smiled as if she understood something that I didn't. I found it to be a little irritating. But she was nice enough and seemed to want me to at least have an open mind about her craft. So I listened to her explanation of the cards. I don't remember what cards I drew. I don't remember what my issue was, and I don't remember what they meant. Something about cups and swords, priestesses and fools.

All that really stuck with me was the way she grabbed my hand and looked me deep in the eye as if she were looking for something. I don't know if she found what she was looking for or if she didn't find what she was looking for, but she frowned slightly. It was a legitimately sad smile, which made me gasp a little. She said something in what sounded like Latin. Somehow, I knew a phrase by heart by the time I left the store. It just kept repeating, echoing, etching itself into my brain, telling me I had to look it up and find out what it meant.

When I got home, I went online and looked it up. It was "Cras amet qui nunquam amavit; Quique amavit, cras amet," which according to three online sources meant, "May he love tomorrow who has never loved before; And may he who has loved, love tomorrow as well." A shiver ran down my spine. To world reknown ice bitch I am, the phrase sounded like a curse. I groaned, hoping that this woman had only meant this as a bit of advice. Little did I know she had opened up a door that would sweep a whirlwind of fascinating events into my life.

My "friend" Chris called that night to say happy birthday like any poor pussy whipped boy might. He'd been after me for two whole years already. I was amazed he still called me after all I'd put him through. Poor Chris had a tough life so far, filled with unfair choices made for him by others or uncaring people who left him in pieces. Yes, this boy was a glutton for punishment, which was probably the reason he was drawn to me. I did hold affection for him. I loved him as a friend, but he could never get more out of me. I had cried over him and for him many times in the past, and I had moved on long ago. I wished he could move on too.

And then Justin beeped in on the other line. This is where the story really begins.

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Replies:

Hmm....I'm interested in where this is going. Post more of this soon, you have piqued my interest. :-) (NT) -- Tiffany, 22:47:37 01/11/03 Sat
Hey this sounds really interesting.. I hope you post more soon! (NT) -- Z, 10:39:37 01/15/03 Wed