ZEPPELIN, hurley reese

[mary]

hurley reese zeppelin

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a r e y o u u p f o r , a r e y o u u p f o r t h i s ?

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` I DARE SAY THAT I'VE HEARD OF YOU BEFORE. REMIND ME AGAIN, WHAT'S THE NAME YOUR PARENTS GAVE YOU, ANY SIGNIFICANCE ?

- - - - - "soo. my name is hurley reese zeppelin. i have a vagina." [laughs] "i know, shocking, isn't it? my parents always wanted a boy. i guess they had already signed the birth certificate before the caught sight of my backwards penis. my mum was furious, let me tell you. my older brother, craig, tells me that mum wanted to send me back. well, put me up for adoption. i cried when i heard that. needless to say, i was like the harry potter of my family. and everyone always stared when they read my name out for attendance. 'hurley zeppelin?' i would always be afraid to say 'here.' my name is very unappealing, but, it's my name. what can you do?"

` REMIND ME AGAIN, WHEN WERE YOU BORN ? I CAN NEVER GET ENOUGH OF THE STORY SURROUNDING YOUR BIRTH.

- - - - - "well, darlings, you see, i was born on january 1. i was a new year's baby. uhm, we were in australia then, but we moved to new zealand after i was released. like i said, mum was furious. she refused to breast feed me. i think they even made me stay at the hospital for a week, insisting that i kept dropping weight. my family is very messed up, mind you."

` YOU LOOK FAMILIAR, HAVE I SEEN YOU AROUND SCHOOL ?

- - - - - "well, i'm a junior this year. i hate junior year. you're almost to the top, but just not quite there. it's a tease, if you ask me. but, maybe i'm just like any other school. my first year was last year. and what a year it was, eh? but, i've attended various other schools, as i did travel all over the bloody map. i went to a school that was practically oxford, only for junior high students. i swear, i'll never look at plaid the same way again. bloody hell..."

` MAYBE IT WAS JUST AROUND. WHERE ARE YOU FROM ?

- - - - - "well, i was born in queensland, australia, right? but, we lived in wellington, new zealand. uhm, i liked it. i lived there until i was about ten. then, we moved to england. my father was a bigshot business man, just under the CEO. we moved wherever he told us to move. and then, we moved to the us, to texas to be exact. and then back to europe, but it was italy this time. and then, back to the us, here. so, i really can't say i enjoyed my childhood homes. because, i had too many. but my favorite, of course, was wellington. home there was perfect. you'd come home after a long day or school or work and mom would have a cake or pie baking in the oven, and you could smell it through the windows. it was perfect. almost cliche, almost though. the fact that i never got any of that pie or cake, was what made it wrong. sweets were off limits for me. home life, was picture perfect. it was horrible in reality."

` OKAY, BE HONEST HERE. WHICH ARE YOU IN TO MORE: GUYS OR DOLLS ? DON'T WORRY, MY LIPS ARE SEALED.

- - - - - "bloody hell, really? of course i like blokes, are you insane? well, actually, i knew this girl once... uhm, betty blunder. she was into the broads, lemme tell you. it was so damn weird. but, i'm not homophobic or anything, no, not at all. i just... can't ever picture snogging a moll. no thank you."

` ALRIGHT, ON TO THE GOOD STUFF. WHAT DO YOU DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME ? ANY FAVORITE PASTIMES ?

- - - - - "oh, hobbies! right, well, i knit. no, i'm just kidding. alright well, i like to draw. that i'm not so shy about. i've sold drawings before. but, it's not a "proper job" as my mum and dad would say (sometimes in unison.) uhm, well, i play volleyball, i suck, but i play. and i like dancing in the rain. literally every time it rains, i'm outside. even if it's after school, i just love dancing in the rain. i'm a kook like that. oh! water! i love to surf. i am from new zealand you know. i'm damn good at it. and i'll always love it. i mean, i used to surf every stinking day. i miss it a lot."

` TELL ME: WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE THINGS IN THE ENTIRE WORLD ? THINGS THAT JUST MAKE YOU WANT TO SMILE.

- - - - - "alright, well, here we go. stop me when you start to fall asleep. boys, kissing, the lion king 1 and 2, puppies, drawing, singing and playing guitar in my bedroom, really warm beds on freezing nights, feeling safe, going to the cinema, fattening popcorn that clogs your arteries, ice cream, having fun, looking at boys with your best mates, surfing, shopping, playing football with craig, making fun of prissy girls, french kissing, abs, channing tatum, haircuts, makeup, getting dressed in the morning, being free, pissing me parents off, using terms that these yanks don't understand, dirty shoes, big sunglasses, me gauges, wetsuits, body glide, sex wax (the surf board kind, of course.), typos that are funny, being alive. see, i like a lot of shit. oh, cursing!"

` AND SADLY, WE ALL KNOW THERE ARE THINGS WE JUST CAN'T STAND. WHAT ARE YOUR'S ?

- - - - - "now i get to moan and groan about life. awesomeee. alright, so... bugs, my parents, homework, school in general, volleyball, rejection, stupid boys and girls who think they're better than you, pity, assholes, being heart broken, singing in front of crowds, fighting with craig, not having a boyfriend, feeling insignificant at home, road kill, driving for that matter, uniforms, work life, not being to surf all the time, being backstabbed, headbands that give you headaches, starting over, not knowing what the future holds, death."

` ANY SHORT OR LONG TERM GOALS ? WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS ? IN TEN ? HOW DO YOU PLAN TO GET THERE ?

- - - - - [laughs] "oh guys, you slay me. well, i don't want to be a singer. i mean, it jolly fun, but, no, it's not for me. but you can't put me in a suit. one i have gauges, two, i don't like suits. so, i'll either have to marry rich, or be a kick ass surfer. in about five years, i'll be twenty two. hopefully, i'll be in miami or back home in new zealand, and i'll be surfing every day. maybe i'll go pro, maybe not. in ten years? uhrmm... don't ask me that. that's a scary question. i'll be twenty seven. damn that's old."

` WHAT MAKES YOU QUAKE IN YOUR BOOTS ? IF YOU HAD TO PICK ONE THING THAT HAS SCARED YOU THE MOST, WHAT WOULD IT BE ?

- - - - - "goodness god, y'all want to know everything, huh? well, last year well pretty damn hectic, i might say. but, really, i hate the future. i hate thinking about tomorrow. tomorrow, i'm going to live for today. what if tomorrow i die? what if i'm shot or raped, or get an std?" [laughs] "i'm scared. and i don't like being scared. so i avoid it. also, i'm hella scared of sharks. like extremely. sooo, that's a down side to surfing. always. go. with. a. partner."

` IS THERE A SIGNIFICANT OTHER IN YOUR LIFE ? HOW DO YOU DO WITH RELATIONSHIPS ?

- - - - - [laughs really hard] "look at me! do you think there's been a lot of boys? not a lot of boys dig this look. they think i'm well... freaky. so, yes, i've had boyfriends. not a lot. and i'm not a virgin, no, but, i don't do well with relationships. i'm a sexually awkward."

` NOW, YOU KNOW THAT I ADORE YOU, BUT LET'S TALK ABOUT SOME OTHER PEOPLE FOR A BIT. A LITTLE BIRD TOLD ME THAT YOU HAVE SOME PRETTY EXTRAVAGANT PARENTS, TELL ME ABOUT THEM.

- - - - - "who the hell told you i had extravagant parents? my parents suck ass. daddy's a bigshot blahblahblah like i said, and he's never home, so i don't complain. his name is edmund charles livingston zeppelin... the third. what a horrible name, is it not? my mum is filomena patricia atkins. i know, not very nice either. and filomena atkins zeppelin is worse. mum stays home, doesn't really do anything for what i know. so yeah, nothing too extravagant."

` DANG. ANY OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN YOUR FAMILY ? DID YOUR PARENTS HAVE ANY OTHER CHILDREN ?

- - - - - "why yes! craig elliot zeppelin. he's my best friend sometimes. craig is twenty four, and hella cool. my parents bought him a board shop down in los angeles, and i drive to him whenever i can. i love him, so much. he's the best brother i could ask for."

` HOW ABOUT PETS, HAVE ANY OF THOSE ?

- - - - - "well, i had a pet goldfish, poppycock, but, he died the day after i bought him. so, then i got a kitten. whom i named capone, and he's all black with little white socks. he's my pride and joy. my mum loves him too, but won't show it around me. i've seen her cuddling him through the window as i pull up from school. she can't fool me..."

` OKAY, YOU HAVE TO HAVE KNOWN THAT WE WERE GOING TO ASK. WHAT'S YOUR BEST KEPT SECRET ? I WON'T TELL !

- - - - - "well, let's see here... promise not to tell? i cut myself. along my stomach and just below my hips. every night before i go to bed. i'm a happy person, really i am. well, i am... i think. it's just, sometimes i wonder if it's worth it. putting up with my parents hell. so, i'm not planning on killing myself. at least not yet. i just want sometime to distract me. and that pain hurts less than the pain of knowing my parents don't love me. sob story, yes? don't pity me."

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oh hai there, CARSON HIGH ! my name is mary

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it was late, around... five oclock. the gym was still open, so that's where oliver was. she was crazy, but she couldn't get her stupid serve to go the right direction. granted, she really didn't serve too often, but whenever she did, she wanted it to go where she wanted. so, there she was, in her tight little spandex and her older brother's too big guy harvey tshirt, serving ball after ball. it was funny, to be honest. oliver was around four foot nine, four foot ten. but her serves went high because she could jump really high. like a frog, it was almost a bit weird. but, then again, this was oliver we were talking about. she threw ball after ball in the air and hit it until her hand was red. but still, she couldn't get it to go.

oliver paused, hands on her knees, panting. her face was red and sweaty. great. she pulled the tshirt off, it was way too hot for that. "c'mon, oliver. you can do this!" she whined, scrunching her eyes up as sweat dripped into them. she cursed. but, slowly, she stood up and threw the ball high into the air above her. she waited, and then, with a smack the ball was on the other side of the net, right in the exact spot she wanted. she fell to the floor, she was so excited. "yes!" it was a scream, and it echoed through the gym. "yesyesyesyesyesyessss!" she was rolling on the floor, completely having a spazz attack. she didn't care, she was too excited. "who's bad? i'm bad! who's bad? i'm bad!" she chanted, on her feet now, and dancing. oliver ran over to her little bag and got her water bottle. taking a long, hard swig she decided that she'd probably better do again.

her breath was hitched in her throat. "please, please work." she whispered, standing on the line. slowly, she threw it up and hit it. and... it went a little more to the left. she blew air noisly out her mouth. "oh come on!" she yelled, and the gym yelled it back at her. this was miserable. she was almost just going to give up, go home, and eat ice cream. but, she knew she wouldn't be satisfied. this was shit, that's what this was. she was fucking tired of it. she repeatedly threw the ball in the air and hit it. she was so concentrated that she thought her brain was going to explode and her hand was going to break. she felt like crying.

ultimately, she was in a pissed off mood. she sat on the gym floor, starring at the volleyball. it was mocking her. she moaned and flopped backwards, her head connecting with the hard gym floor behind her. "well that was stupid." she said to herself quietly. she wished the coach was here so she could at least have a little help. she seemed to be the only one on the whole volleyball team who couldn't serve correctly. and it bugged her to no end. she felt dead. literally. her breathing wasn't in a normal pattern, and she was just all around defeated. "i hate my life." she told the ceiling.

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