Post by HburgEagle44 on Dec 26, 2011 22:42:27 GMT -5
Well, here comes another story. Thanks to all the people who have been reading my stories so far!! I hope you like this one! I can honestly say that Tressa's character has been fun to write... What was your favorite part?
I laughed as I ran along the water. “You can’t catch me!” I yelled.
I started as I was tackled from behind. I hit the ground and all the air left me with a whoosh. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” I heard someone say behind me.
I turned around and grinned weakly, still trying to catch my breath. “You know you did that on purpose,” I pointed out, starting to laugh.
He smiled down at me. “True. Let’s watch the sunset, eh?” He picked me up gently and stood behind me, hugging me from behind. “It’s absolutely beautiful, just like you are,” he whispered in my ear.
I smiled. “Nobody is that beautiful.”
“Ah, but a sunset has no soul.” I could tell he was smiling. “And you do.”
I felt a disturbance in the beach below me and gasped. It was happening again. “Mike,” I started to say, when I felt his hands leave me. “Michael?” I asked, turning around. And, just like last time, he was gone.
I sat up, breathing hard, beads of sweat starting on my forehead. I felt the pounding of my heart throughout my body, making me flinch. “Why do I keep having this dream?” I whispered to myself. “He’s gone. Deal with it.” I sighed when I realized that was impossible.
I groaned and lay back down, staring straight up at the ceiling. There was no way I was going back to sleep now. “Oh, Michael, why did you have to leave me?” I asked out loud. Glancing at my clock, I groaned. It was time to go to school.
I got out of my bed sluggishly and jumped as my alarm went off. I turned it off and got ready for the day slowly, not ready to face work. I sighed as I burnt my toast and spilled orange juice. “Why, God?” I finally demanded. “Why today? This can’t be happening today!” I gave up on breakfast and grabbed my backpack. “Mom, I’m leaving!” I yelled as I opened the door and slammed it shut after me.
I walked to school with the wind hitting my face, blinking hard. “Oh, please, I just want to get to school,” I whispered. I stumbled over the sidewalk and almost broke into tears.
By the time I had reached school, I was an emotional mess. People kept passing me, giving me strange looks. I just ignored them and marched on to my first class of the day: US History. Blech. History was okay, but US History was a boring class.
I passed the day in a daze. I kept thinking about Michael, gone for one year that day. He was always on my mind, causing me to write a paper in English about the troubles of life and how death was a daily occurrence. I was sure my English teacher would want to talk with me about that later, making sure that everything was all right at home.
I stumbled out of eighth period Spanish and started walking home. This was just another day, I kept telling myself. Just another day with a death. I finally lost it and started crying. The tears squeezed out even though I commanded them to not squeeze out. Crying in public was bad, even dangerous, I had discovered. But for some reason, I couldn’t stop.
Someone tapped me on my shoulder and I jumped. I looked up and stared right into the worried eyes of somebody I had never seen before. “Yes?” I asked, willing myself to look like I hadn’t just been crying.
“Excuse me, I couldn’t help but notice that you... you were crying,” the young man blurted out. “And I was wonderin’, well, I wanted to know if you’re all right. And if you need a lift home.”
“A lift?” Like, a ride? I was taken back. “Um...” I felt the emergency attitude, for dangerous situations only, kick in. “Excuse me?”
He placed his hand on my shoulder and stared into my face. “Are you all right?”
“Uh, y-yeah,” I stammered. “What’s it to you?”
He raised one eyebrow and gave a quiet little chuckle. “Not sure what it is to me. Oh, yes, I could tell how all right you were when you were drying your eyes. Can I give you a lift?”
I looked around and raised an eyebrow in return. “I don’t exactly see a car with you. Do you?” I finally asked.
He gave a small smile. “Oh, my lift is comin’ up here soon.”
“Ah.” I gave a slight nod. “Well, I’ll just be going home. If you’ll excuse me.” I started to brush by him.
I noticed with curiosity that he seemed upset about that. “Well, all right. Please, remember to smile? For me?”
“Um...” was all I could make out. Memories of Michael flashed in my head and my eyes watered up again. “See you,” I said, barely making it out, and walking on as fast as I could in the direction of my house. When I couldn’t see for all the tears in my eyes, I looked back. The man was getting into a car, but he looked back at the same time.
I saw him get back out of the car, and next thing I knew, he was running towards me. I sighed. “Should I accept the ride, Lord?” I prayed. Don’t accept rides from strangers, I could hear my mom’s voice in my head. I steeled myself against the foreboding question.
“If you ever need anything, if you ever need to smile, just call me. All right?” The man pushed a piece of paper into my hands and ran off again.
I blinked a couple of times before looking down at the paper. I saw a string of numbers that didn’t look familiar. Completely different area code, I noticed.
“All right, Sharon, let’s go,” the man’s voice carried back in the wind towards me.
“Sharon?” I asked. Then I laughed. “There was no way he could’ve heard that,” I admonished myself. Then I sighed and started the long trek home once more.
I laughed as I ran along the water. “You can’t catch me!” I yelled.
I started as I was tackled from behind. I hit the ground and all the air left me with a whoosh. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” I heard someone say behind me.
I turned around and grinned weakly, still trying to catch my breath. “You know you did that on purpose,” I pointed out, starting to laugh.
He smiled down at me. “True. Let’s watch the sunset, eh?” He picked me up gently and stood behind me, hugging me from behind. “It’s absolutely beautiful, just like you are,” he whispered in my ear.
I smiled. “Nobody is that beautiful.”
“Ah, but a sunset has no soul.” I could tell he was smiling. “And you do.”
I felt a disturbance in the beach below me and gasped. It was happening again. “Mike,” I started to say, when I felt his hands leave me. “Michael?” I asked, turning around. And, just like last time, he was gone.
I sat up, breathing hard, beads of sweat starting on my forehead. I felt the pounding of my heart throughout my body, making me flinch. “Why do I keep having this dream?” I whispered to myself. “He’s gone. Deal with it.” I sighed when I realized that was impossible.
I groaned and lay back down, staring straight up at the ceiling. There was no way I was going back to sleep now. “Oh, Michael, why did you have to leave me?” I asked out loud. Glancing at my clock, I groaned. It was time to go to school.
I got out of my bed sluggishly and jumped as my alarm went off. I turned it off and got ready for the day slowly, not ready to face work. I sighed as I burnt my toast and spilled orange juice. “Why, God?” I finally demanded. “Why today? This can’t be happening today!” I gave up on breakfast and grabbed my backpack. “Mom, I’m leaving!” I yelled as I opened the door and slammed it shut after me.
I walked to school with the wind hitting my face, blinking hard. “Oh, please, I just want to get to school,” I whispered. I stumbled over the sidewalk and almost broke into tears.
By the time I had reached school, I was an emotional mess. People kept passing me, giving me strange looks. I just ignored them and marched on to my first class of the day: US History. Blech. History was okay, but US History was a boring class.
I passed the day in a daze. I kept thinking about Michael, gone for one year that day. He was always on my mind, causing me to write a paper in English about the troubles of life and how death was a daily occurrence. I was sure my English teacher would want to talk with me about that later, making sure that everything was all right at home.
I stumbled out of eighth period Spanish and started walking home. This was just another day, I kept telling myself. Just another day with a death. I finally lost it and started crying. The tears squeezed out even though I commanded them to not squeeze out. Crying in public was bad, even dangerous, I had discovered. But for some reason, I couldn’t stop.
Someone tapped me on my shoulder and I jumped. I looked up and stared right into the worried eyes of somebody I had never seen before. “Yes?” I asked, willing myself to look like I hadn’t just been crying.
“Excuse me, I couldn’t help but notice that you... you were crying,” the young man blurted out. “And I was wonderin’, well, I wanted to know if you’re all right. And if you need a lift home.”
“A lift?” Like, a ride? I was taken back. “Um...” I felt the emergency attitude, for dangerous situations only, kick in. “Excuse me?”
He placed his hand on my shoulder and stared into my face. “Are you all right?”
“Uh, y-yeah,” I stammered. “What’s it to you?”
He raised one eyebrow and gave a quiet little chuckle. “Not sure what it is to me. Oh, yes, I could tell how all right you were when you were drying your eyes. Can I give you a lift?”
I looked around and raised an eyebrow in return. “I don’t exactly see a car with you. Do you?” I finally asked.
He gave a small smile. “Oh, my lift is comin’ up here soon.”
“Ah.” I gave a slight nod. “Well, I’ll just be going home. If you’ll excuse me.” I started to brush by him.
I noticed with curiosity that he seemed upset about that. “Well, all right. Please, remember to smile? For me?”
“Um...” was all I could make out. Memories of Michael flashed in my head and my eyes watered up again. “See you,” I said, barely making it out, and walking on as fast as I could in the direction of my house. When I couldn’t see for all the tears in my eyes, I looked back. The man was getting into a car, but he looked back at the same time.
I saw him get back out of the car, and next thing I knew, he was running towards me. I sighed. “Should I accept the ride, Lord?” I prayed. Don’t accept rides from strangers, I could hear my mom’s voice in my head. I steeled myself against the foreboding question.
“If you ever need anything, if you ever need to smile, just call me. All right?” The man pushed a piece of paper into my hands and ran off again.
I blinked a couple of times before looking down at the paper. I saw a string of numbers that didn’t look familiar. Completely different area code, I noticed.
“All right, Sharon, let’s go,” the man’s voice carried back in the wind towards me.
“Sharon?” I asked. Then I laughed. “There was no way he could’ve heard that,” I admonished myself. Then I sighed and started the long trek home once more.