Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > Crash Into My Arms
An alarm clock buzzed loudly in my ear, waking me instantly. I slammed the snooze button and rolled over on my queen-size bed, only to fall off and land on a soft carpet. I was very disorientated. When did I get a carpet in my room? When did I even come home? I got up on my feet and slowly opened my eyes, blinking a few times and taking in my surroundings.
It was deffinetly not my room; the walls were a soft green, the bed I had been laying on was a twin bed, the comforter matched a couch that was up against the farthest wall. The soft carpet underneath my was the whitest of whites, looking as if it hadn't even been stepped on before. One wall was made up completely of shelves, with an array of books, an old television and VCR, and and old boom box. The room was pretty big, much bigger than my room, and all the space kind of sickened me. I had a strong sense that I did not belong here.
I took a look down at my clothes. The shorts and sweatshirt I had been wearing before had been replaced with a pair of pajamas that were purple and light blue. My body didn't have as much extra weight as it used to, and compared to my usualy pale skin, I was pretty tan. My hair was longer, lighter, straighter.
Knowing something was up, I began investigating, opening every door. The first was a huge closet, filled with rows of clothing and numerous shoes. Trying another door, I came to a bathroom that was connected to the bedroom I was in. I walked in slowly, about to look in the mirror, feeling dread. Bracing myself, I said aloud, "One... two... three," then turned quickly before I changed my mind. I couldn't help but gasp.
I tried many things; pinching myself, slapping my face, even pulling my hair, but nothing pulled me out of this (very realistic) dream.
"Mandy, you awake?" a women's voice yelled from somewhere in the house, startling me from my thoughts. A moment later there was a knock at the door.
"Mand, you in here?" The woman asked. She appeared in the doorway of the bathroom, perfect image of a trophy wife. "You want any breakfast?"
My stomach began to churn and I felt sick. What's going on? One second I was singing on the dock in Maine, with Rochelle, as she sat there and reading a magazine and laughing at my foolishness--- and that's all that I could remember.
The woman gave me a funny look, "Are you alright?"
"Who am I? Where's my mom?" I questioned her, starting to become panicky.
"Amanda?" She asked, looking concerned. She walked over to me and placed a perfectly manicured hand on my forehead. "No fever. Why don't you tell me what's wrong instead of faking amnesia to get out of school, like last week?"
I shook my head, "I really don't know what's going on!" I told her, as my chin began to do that stupid wobbling thing and tears threatened to pour out.
"Is it Peter?" She asked. I didn't answer, so she hugged me. "Thing's will get better. Get dressed, we can talk over breakfast."
Leaving the room, she said, "I'll have Jim make some waffles. Does that sound good?"
I nodded slowly, and as soon as she was gone, started searching around the room for any information on where I was and what was happening. There were photographs of a bunch of girls, and a few animals.
On the bookshelf sat a blue yearbook, reading 'Belleville High School, 1990-1991' across the top. I opened it and read some of the entries people wrote. 'Hey frosh! More fun times in the computer lab next year? haha! we have to get together this summer, call me. -John'. There were no other yearbooks so I figured that if I were a freshman last year, I'd be a sophomore this year. I looked through the freshman pictures and came across myself--- with the name Amanda, not Casey--- and found out my last name was Matthews. Amanda Matthews. I flipped through some more pages, and came across a farmiliar face. Written above his picture in red ink was 'LOSER' in all capital letters. My heart sank, because I didn't want anyone to do something like that to this amazing person, and as soon as it sank in, my heart jumped wildly. Is it really possible that I could go back in time and go to school exactly where the man I had been crushing on for so long, without even trying?
Just like that, I was excited for school, even if I didn't know anyone except him. And who knew if we were even friends? I didn't care. I was going to make us be friends, whatever it took. I skipped to the closet and went through the rows of shirts. Most of the clothes were very girly, which were the opposite of what I was comfortable wearing. I settled on a pair of black jeams with a white tee and a pair of blue sneakers. I went back into the bathroom and found a straitener, and started running it through my hair, even though it was already straight and shiny. I took a brush and teased some hair at the roots, to add a little volume, and hairsprayed it. I stepped back and readjusted the clothing, then left the bathroom.
I grabbed a pink plaid backpack that was laying on a chair, assuming it was ready for school, and walked down the hall, coming to a staircase. I walked down them, and came into a kitchen, where my 'mom' and I'm guessing my 'dad' sat, a big plate of waffles in between them. I took a seat and threw my bag into the corner of the room. Mom looked startled and I giggled a bit to myself. She had no idea how different her daughter was. With my hand, I grabbed a waffle and ripped off a part, dipping it into some maple syrup. The waffle had to be the best I'd ever tasted, with a hint of cinnemon.
"Oh wow, yum!" I said to myself, grabbing a few more and putting them on my plate.
"You've got quite the appetite this morning. You feeling alright?" My dad asked.
"Not alright. Amazing!" I said gleefully.
A boy version of myself came in to the room, slouched and yawning. He was dressed in jeans and a black leather jacked with a white tee. He took one look at me and snickered. "Trying out a new look, Amanda?" he asked.
Ignoring him, I ate my waffles. I couldn't help but notice him watch me in amazement.
"Let's go, we're going to be late for school," he said, so I got up and grabbed the bag that I'd thrown into the corner and followed him. We got in a small red car and drove through a rich looking neighborhood, then soon came to the main road.
"What's up with you this morning?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" I said.
"Since when do you not wear pink... and not slather on makeup... and actually eat?" he said, disbelief in his words.
My reply was a shrug, while saying "What's wrong with a healthy appetite?"
Soon we were near Belleville high school. The reason I knew was because I'd seen it in Life On The Murder Scene, which I've watched countless times.
"Oh my god," I whispered excitedly, grinning like a fool.
My 'brother' made a strange face, but said nothing.
When we got out, I realized I had no clue where to go. So I stood there.
"What are you doing?" my brother told me.
I looked at him scared, "Where do I go?"
"Same place you go every morning..." he said confused and probably a bit annoyed. I stared at him, so he told me, "Sophomore homeroom's a lot more strict than senior's, you might want to get going."
Another guy in a leather jacket came up and slapped my brother on the back. "Hey Jake, excited to be back from suspension?"
My brother, Jake, laughed.
They started walking, so I followed them, staying a good distance behind so they wouldn't catch on. Soon a group of girls came up to me and hugged me. "Hey girl!"
"Hi," I said, awkwardly hugging back and releasing before she did.
"New style?" A girl in a pink sweater on the right of the girl that had hugged me asked.
I shrugged. "Not really."
"Well you still like hot. Petie will love it. C'mon, let's go to homeroom."
In the midst of the crowd, I spotted him. I could have spotted him anywhere. "Gerard!" I yelled.
Another girl asked, "You're going to talk to Gay Way?"
I gave her a disgusted look, said sarcastically, "You're so nice, has anyone ever told you that?" then proceeded to fast-walk in his direction, again shouting, "Gerard!"
He turned, and my eyes met with the most beautiful hazel orbs.
It was deffinetly not my room; the walls were a soft green, the bed I had been laying on was a twin bed, the comforter matched a couch that was up against the farthest wall. The soft carpet underneath my was the whitest of whites, looking as if it hadn't even been stepped on before. One wall was made up completely of shelves, with an array of books, an old television and VCR, and and old boom box. The room was pretty big, much bigger than my room, and all the space kind of sickened me. I had a strong sense that I did not belong here.
I took a look down at my clothes. The shorts and sweatshirt I had been wearing before had been replaced with a pair of pajamas that were purple and light blue. My body didn't have as much extra weight as it used to, and compared to my usualy pale skin, I was pretty tan. My hair was longer, lighter, straighter.
Knowing something was up, I began investigating, opening every door. The first was a huge closet, filled with rows of clothing and numerous shoes. Trying another door, I came to a bathroom that was connected to the bedroom I was in. I walked in slowly, about to look in the mirror, feeling dread. Bracing myself, I said aloud, "One... two... three," then turned quickly before I changed my mind. I couldn't help but gasp.
I tried many things; pinching myself, slapping my face, even pulling my hair, but nothing pulled me out of this (very realistic) dream.
"Mandy, you awake?" a women's voice yelled from somewhere in the house, startling me from my thoughts. A moment later there was a knock at the door.
"Mand, you in here?" The woman asked. She appeared in the doorway of the bathroom, perfect image of a trophy wife. "You want any breakfast?"
My stomach began to churn and I felt sick. What's going on? One second I was singing on the dock in Maine, with Rochelle, as she sat there and reading a magazine and laughing at my foolishness--- and that's all that I could remember.
The woman gave me a funny look, "Are you alright?"
"Who am I? Where's my mom?" I questioned her, starting to become panicky.
"Amanda?" She asked, looking concerned. She walked over to me and placed a perfectly manicured hand on my forehead. "No fever. Why don't you tell me what's wrong instead of faking amnesia to get out of school, like last week?"
I shook my head, "I really don't know what's going on!" I told her, as my chin began to do that stupid wobbling thing and tears threatened to pour out.
"Is it Peter?" She asked. I didn't answer, so she hugged me. "Thing's will get better. Get dressed, we can talk over breakfast."
Leaving the room, she said, "I'll have Jim make some waffles. Does that sound good?"
I nodded slowly, and as soon as she was gone, started searching around the room for any information on where I was and what was happening. There were photographs of a bunch of girls, and a few animals.
On the bookshelf sat a blue yearbook, reading 'Belleville High School, 1990-1991' across the top. I opened it and read some of the entries people wrote. 'Hey frosh! More fun times in the computer lab next year? haha! we have to get together this summer, call me. -John'. There were no other yearbooks so I figured that if I were a freshman last year, I'd be a sophomore this year. I looked through the freshman pictures and came across myself--- with the name Amanda, not Casey--- and found out my last name was Matthews. Amanda Matthews. I flipped through some more pages, and came across a farmiliar face. Written above his picture in red ink was 'LOSER' in all capital letters. My heart sank, because I didn't want anyone to do something like that to this amazing person, and as soon as it sank in, my heart jumped wildly. Is it really possible that I could go back in time and go to school exactly where the man I had been crushing on for so long, without even trying?
Just like that, I was excited for school, even if I didn't know anyone except him. And who knew if we were even friends? I didn't care. I was going to make us be friends, whatever it took. I skipped to the closet and went through the rows of shirts. Most of the clothes were very girly, which were the opposite of what I was comfortable wearing. I settled on a pair of black jeams with a white tee and a pair of blue sneakers. I went back into the bathroom and found a straitener, and started running it through my hair, even though it was already straight and shiny. I took a brush and teased some hair at the roots, to add a little volume, and hairsprayed it. I stepped back and readjusted the clothing, then left the bathroom.
I grabbed a pink plaid backpack that was laying on a chair, assuming it was ready for school, and walked down the hall, coming to a staircase. I walked down them, and came into a kitchen, where my 'mom' and I'm guessing my 'dad' sat, a big plate of waffles in between them. I took a seat and threw my bag into the corner of the room. Mom looked startled and I giggled a bit to myself. She had no idea how different her daughter was. With my hand, I grabbed a waffle and ripped off a part, dipping it into some maple syrup. The waffle had to be the best I'd ever tasted, with a hint of cinnemon.
"Oh wow, yum!" I said to myself, grabbing a few more and putting them on my plate.
"You've got quite the appetite this morning. You feeling alright?" My dad asked.
"Not alright. Amazing!" I said gleefully.
A boy version of myself came in to the room, slouched and yawning. He was dressed in jeans and a black leather jacked with a white tee. He took one look at me and snickered. "Trying out a new look, Amanda?" he asked.
Ignoring him, I ate my waffles. I couldn't help but notice him watch me in amazement.
"Let's go, we're going to be late for school," he said, so I got up and grabbed the bag that I'd thrown into the corner and followed him. We got in a small red car and drove through a rich looking neighborhood, then soon came to the main road.
"What's up with you this morning?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" I said.
"Since when do you not wear pink... and not slather on makeup... and actually eat?" he said, disbelief in his words.
My reply was a shrug, while saying "What's wrong with a healthy appetite?"
Soon we were near Belleville high school. The reason I knew was because I'd seen it in Life On The Murder Scene, which I've watched countless times.
"Oh my god," I whispered excitedly, grinning like a fool.
My 'brother' made a strange face, but said nothing.
When we got out, I realized I had no clue where to go. So I stood there.
"What are you doing?" my brother told me.
I looked at him scared, "Where do I go?"
"Same place you go every morning..." he said confused and probably a bit annoyed. I stared at him, so he told me, "Sophomore homeroom's a lot more strict than senior's, you might want to get going."
Another guy in a leather jacket came up and slapped my brother on the back. "Hey Jake, excited to be back from suspension?"
My brother, Jake, laughed.
They started walking, so I followed them, staying a good distance behind so they wouldn't catch on. Soon a group of girls came up to me and hugged me. "Hey girl!"
"Hi," I said, awkwardly hugging back and releasing before she did.
"New style?" A girl in a pink sweater on the right of the girl that had hugged me asked.
I shrugged. "Not really."
"Well you still like hot. Petie will love it. C'mon, let's go to homeroom."
In the midst of the crowd, I spotted him. I could have spotted him anywhere. "Gerard!" I yelled.
Another girl asked, "You're going to talk to Gay Way?"
I gave her a disgusted look, said sarcastically, "You're so nice, has anyone ever told you that?" then proceeded to fast-walk in his direction, again shouting, "Gerard!"
He turned, and my eyes met with the most beautiful hazel orbs.
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