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Blue Jean Queen and Her Court

It was fifteen years, three months, and two days when I first saw these rolling green hills. I remember it distinctly because I was in awe of them, the spring rains had turned them the brightest shade of green. They were covered with what seemed like almost rows of yellow daffodils. It looked like a giant, sweet watermelon. The smell of it all was almost too much to bear .I smile each time I remember seeing the hills the first time. I thought, finally, a fresh start. A clean slate.

The only differences are the hills haven't had any rain, and they're a burnt shade of golden brown. They kind of go with her mood. Instead of being full of hope and joy, she's full of confusion. There's a small child inside her throwing a tantrum jumping up and down yelling " I don't want to go! I don't want to!"

Well, I decide it's time to grow up, get over the pity party, and see what the highway has to offer. Everyone needs a fresh start from time to time, whether they want it or not. It's like a flu shot. You don't like it, but it could be good for you.

Damn! I better get my mind back on the road. The traffic is picking up. It's not like I have an appointment to rush to, I think I'll just pull into Mama Joan's Caf and get some breakfast. I figure if I waste enough time the great decider will drop a sign on top of my head.

The aroma of bacon drifts across the parking lot like a thick fog. When I open the door there's no question what I want. Question is what to go with it? I'd better decide fast, because that smell reminded me real quick that I've been too upset to eat for two days.

I finally settle for bacon, eggs over easy, hash browns and pancakes. I'm going to end up making myself sick, because that's too much to attack after going without that long. Oh, well, I can't decide, and I'm HUNGRY.

I drink a cup of coffee while I wait and try to concentrate on what I'm going to do, and how I'm going to do it. While my mind's drifting off into Never land a teenage boy approaches me and asks me if he can sit down. I figure since I'm at the counter, not a booth, why should I care? Even in my mindless state, I do notice how odd it is these days for a teenager to have the manners to ask. I tell him to make himself comfortable. I notice his brown eyes just about ready to close. I don't get the impression it's not from getting up too early, it's from not sleeping at all. From the looks of him, its been a while. He doesn't look like the type that's partying too

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