My two lives! by Christina Ngo CHAPTER II Marilyn Zoetna
t took several minutes for me to understand why the voice in my head had told me that Arlian was my friend. My name was not Stephanie McDonnell, my name was Marilyn Zoetna. But I thought a few minutes ago I was Stephanie. ‘Maybe it was a dream,’ I thought. I couldn’t be two people. But it felt so much like reality when I was Stephanie in the dream. I was beginning to wonder if I really was two different people. Two people, I could be famous, but no one would believe me. And I did not want to be famous anyway. Then again, maybe me being Stephanie was just a dream. It was very confusing. I turned around to Arlian and asked, “Did I fall asleep just then?” Arlian looked at me with surprise. “Of course you did not,” she replied, “What a stupid question to ask. You were practicing tennis with Lucy Wuthole since you got here, then I saw you come towards me and then asked that silly question.” “Oh,” I said as my face turned red with embarrassment, “I just forgot.” I knew that was a stupid thing to say, but I couldn’t come up with something else. Arlian eyed me suspiciously and walked away. That meant I really were two people! It was too much to take. I would rather find out that I was a dog than to find out that I was two people. After fifteen minutes, the tennis lesson started. At least playing tennis would help me forget that I was two people. I only started learning two weeks ago, so I did not know much. Luckily Arlian always chose me to play tennis with before Lucy did, because she never hits the ball properly. Anyone who plays with her ends up sweating so much because Lucy makes the ball go on the left, right, left, right…corner of the court. She never makes the ball go straight and plus sometimes she’s right in front of the ball and she can’t even hit it! Enough of Lucy now, Arlian and I were practicing some forehands. We haven’t learnt backhands yet, but we will soon. After Mark (Mark Citisey, our tennis instructor) had a talk with us about backhands, we were ready to learn how to do them. I thought it was going to be pretty easy. I was wrong. This time I was worst than Lucy! I couldn’t believe it. ‘Lucy better at backhands than me?’ I thought. There was no way I would let that happen. I started to practice so hard on them, but no matter how hard I tried, I was far worst than Lucy. Then something made me stop concentrating on backhands, I overheard a girl say, “I hate her, she’s so selfish that Marilyn Zoetna. I would love to…” I did not hear the rest. I looked at the girl. Her name was Stephanie McDonnell. Stephanie McDonnell?! She was me! How could I see myself over there when I was over here? She was late for her tennis lesson. Or should I say, I was late for my tennis lesson. Did I actually hate myself? Did I just say that I thought I was selfish? That was impossible. Finding out that you were two people is bad enough, but finding out that you hate yourself was another. I felt like punching Stephanie, but how could I? I would actually punch myself. I was an enemy with myself already! One half of my body was Stephanie and the other half was Marilyn. This was too much to take. I just had to get out of this, but how? Then suddenly I felt dizziness again. ‘Oh no,’ I thought, ‘Where will I be now?’ I could see the same different coloured flashes, but everything else had gone. I hoped I wouldn’t be three people this time. I fell into nothing. Something pulled me down, down into nowhere. There was a loud sound, like screaming. But it was not. It was the sound of me changing into another person. Everything suddenly became quiet. I stopped falling. Then I saw myself riding a bike with Carmen toward the tennis court. I sighed with relief. I was not three people. Trở về đầu trang - Truyện ngắn - Phụ nữ - Trẻ em - Văn nghệ - Khoa học kỹ thuật |
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