I have a voice in my head.* Like right now. And it’s got a
rather annoying temperament. Get out … get out … GET OUT!!
[the sound of a body
falling on the ground]
The Voice:
Finally! It’s stuffy in your brain. Did you know that?
Me: I probably
could’ve guessed that. Something’s always on my mind. It’s hit or miss whether
it makes sense.
The Voice: Let me
just tell you that it doesn’t make sense. A skeleton dragon homecoming court?
Me: Don’t ask me.
You’re the one who said it.
The Voice: But
it’s still in your head. And quit
calling me ‘The Voice.’ Isn’t that a TV show?
Me: Yep. Singing
competition. I can count the number of snippets I’ve watched on one hand, but
they’ve got some star swivel chairs.
The Voice: Well quit referring to me as a
TV show. My name is Arabella!
Me: Really?
Arabella?
Arabella: Not my
fault. You gave me the name! So I should be asking you: Arabella? Really? Arabella? How many Arabellas do you
know?
Me: None. But I
do know an adorable dog whose middle name is Arabella. She’s super sweet. I
even dog-sat her in the recent past. And there’s that character from Harry Potter, but I’m guessing fictional
characters don’t count.
Arabella: Duh! Do
you know any real people named Arabella? Any young people?
Me: I can’t
honestly say that I do.
Arabella: Well if
there’s anyone on this strangely-beautiful-scary planet that knows an actual
person named Arabella, please let me know! And tell Lisa she should’ve named me
something else!
Me: Like Bertha?
Or Plum? Or Soda Pop?
Arabella: Ugh!
What’s wrong with you? No, no and NO!
Me: Would you
rather be referred to as Bella?
Arabella: Now you
want to nickname me after the nickname of a Twilight
character? [sound of stamping foot] Do I look like I belong in a vampire novel?
I am so sick of vampire books!
Me: In that case,
I think I should read another vampire book. Does anyone have any
recommendations?
Arabella: No. Do
not do it. Don’t give her any suggestions.
Me: Can’t you be
a little more tactful and tell the readers a little about yourself? How about a
story?
Arabella: I don’t
do stories. Do I come across as a storybook character to you? Cuz I’m not. Not
even close. Even if I exist in fifty other alternate universes, in none of them
will I exist as a storybook character.
Me: [I’m giving
her a look.]
[sound of scraping
chair and someone sitting unceremoniously on it]
Arabella: Fine.
Here are the basics. But no story. I’m Arabella Hawthorne. 15 years old. Ninth
grade. Only child. Wavy brown hair. No bangs. Hazel eyes. Five-foot-five. Don’t
ask me my weight unless you want me to pop out your eye. I like a good
action-adventure movie, and I’ll bite you if you try to force me to watch a
chick flick. I’m open to most music as long as it has lyrics, and I can
understand the lyrics. Love peanut butter and jelly, but hate it together. I
don’t play sports, but I think that cheerleading is a sport, even though I
would never ever go out for it. I have few friends, but those that I have are
my friends for life. Anyone tries to hurt them, and I will do irreparable
damage to their person. And also, if any of my friends try to betray me, I will
do the same to them. Just saying.
Me (hastily):
Okay, then! Your bio is very insightful, but that’s all the time I have right
now. I’ve got to go do some laundry. New washer and all that. Very intriguing …
Arabella: Are you
trying to get rid of me?
Me: Yes. Be like
me and say good night to the good people who’ve put up with this conversation.
Good night!
Arabella: How
‘bout I say whatever and leave it at
that?
Me: But that’s
rude.
Arabella (snooty
voice): Whatever.
* Don’t worry, the voice is harmless. I am in control at all
times. I think … I hope … Probably … Maybe? Just kidding. Really, I just want
to try something new and extra with my blog. After all, I figure I can write
blather much faster than I can read a novel, so I’m posting this in the in-between
as I’m prepping my next compilation. Enjoy!