Happy New Year!  And let's all Pony Up to 2007!  Happy New Year, gang.  Is this not the coolest?  I totally dig all the spinning, happening colors, but I can't say ciao to '06 'till I give you the 411 on what happened to me after the Christmas Party.

I'm so stoked about my new book, The BLONDE GEISHA.  It's for all you chicks out there on your way to college (the material is suitable for anyone 18 and older!).
 

"So who is The BLONDE GEISHA,  Suzy?"
     Vibe's New Year Sparkle!
 
 
 

Say what, girl?  I heard The BLONDE GEISHA is about an American girl who becomes a geisha in Japan in 1895!
High-Five's New Year Sparkle!
 

Wow!    I can hardly wait to grow up and  read The Blonde Geisha.
411's  New Year  Sparkle!
 

 Thankz, 411.   If you're18 and older click on the cover of The BLONDE GEISHA to find out about the American girl who became a geisha in Japan in 1895!

  After I bailed the boat party I was  feeling all bummed out over what happened at Melissa's, what with the Holiday bliss turning to diss when her bud offered me some weird stuff called ice.  I was tempted, I mean, really thinkin'  about  using drugs.   But  I didn't.

    'k, so I was strong tonight...but what about the next time?  I can't get that thought outta my mind as I walk along the sand, holding my platform kicks in my hand.  A cool breeze caresses my cheek, making me shiver.  Nobody hangin' here but a few people chillin' around a bonfire near the lifeguard tower.  Cool with me.  The beach is my fave place to mellow out.  I look up.  Tonight the moon's blinking overhead like a space-age light bulb.    And me? I 'm  like, having this convo with myself when I hear someone singing.  A soft, pretty voice.

    An Angel singing a Christmas tune?

   I turn around and see this girl in a long, blue retro dress wading in the surf, her long, blonde hair blowing over her face and around her shoulders like a cape of golden threads unraveling in the wind.   Weird, but I coulda sworn this stretch of sand was deserted a sec ago.

   I hang there, all curious-like, when I see her walk out  into the ocean, the creamy, white crests hugging her body like sticky foam.  Is she loony tunes?

    "Hey, whattup?" I call out.   I bust over to the girl, yelling for her to come back,  Yeah, I  know it's none of my beeswax why she's hanging ten on the wet, sandy beach without a surfboard, but I haven't mastered the art of chill time.  My mom says I'm a snoop.  I say I'm curious.

     To my surprise she turns around and waves at me.   She looks scared.

    "Listen to me, Suzy," she says, as if she knew I was there.  How did she know my name?

    "Don't move--I'm coming to get you," I call out as a big wave crashes around her, wetting her dress and outlining her bod.  I freeze when I realize the girl is pregnant.   I let out a deep breath.  Another big wave and she's gonna go under.

     "I  don't have much time left,"  she says, folding her hands across her swollen stomach.

    I'm having a major sweat sesh, hoping she's not meaning what I think she's meaning.

   "You have your whole life," I tell her.

    She shakes her head.  "I dropped L, acid, and I saw such pretty colors I took some more."    She drops her head against her chest, the spray from the ocean shooting up into her face and coating her long lashes with salty ocean drops.  "I have to go now."
 
    I drop my shoes into the surf  and grab onto her, pulling her back toward shore.  I'm cold, but she's colder.  "You'll be okay," I tell her, "I'll get help--"

    She looks up into my eyes with such a fierce stare I can't move.  "Don't make the same mistake I did, Suzy."

    A tingling settles through me, like a weird vibe I can't shake.  "What do you mean?"

     "Stay clean."

    She breaks away from me and runs down the beach toward the red and yellow bonfire.  I run after her, and because it's dark and because a gloomy cloud pushes its face in front of the moon, I lose her in the black night.  That doesn't stop me. I keep running toward the bonfire, breathing heavily now.   I ask the people hanging out  if  they've seen her.

    No, they haven't seen a girl in a long, blue dress, they say.  No one saw her.  Where did she go?

    I hang around, looking for her, but she's totally gone.  It's not until a few days later when I head over to the old Library on Main Street that I get the scoop from the librarian who's been there 4-Ever.

    "Read this, Suzy," she's all saying to me as she pulls out a cartridge and threads the film through the projector.

    I sit down and skim through the totally old newspaper images speeding by me on plastic pages like layers of time, peeling away the years, until I come to a story:

    Seems that a girl seventeen years old and seven months pregnant drowned herself in the ocean back in 1983 after dropping acid.  When they found her, she was wearing a long, blue dress.

    I sit, not moving, as the film snaps through the projector and spins and spins around.  I saw a ghost!

    "Don't make the same mistake I did,"  she warned me.

    I leave the library and walk down to the beach to look at the ocean.  Wherever I go, I'll carry the image of  that girl in the blue dress with me.  I can't run away from what I saw, because  whether the girl was real or not, she changed my life forever.

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