“Wait!”
I screamed. Katherine rolled her eyes.
“Ugh,
what now?”
“I
dropped my earring back at the gas station.” I said, quickly removing my left
earring and dropping it on the floor. Katherine groaned.
“You
have 30 seconds starting now.” I opened the car door and dashed back to the gas
station, unsure of exactly what I was doing. Before I knew it, I found myself
standing next to Alec’s unconscious body. I leaned over and brushed his dark
hair out of his eyes. I wasn’t exactly sure what I was intending to do at this
point-I hadn’t really thought it out that far.
“Why
does this have to be so complicated?” I wondered aloud. It was only a little
less than a year ago that I’d been a normal thirteen year old girl, living my
normal thirteen year old life. There was never any reason for me to run from anyone.
I didn’t have to lie or stab my friends in the back, no pun intended. But even
though I hated everything that was going on, I had no regrets, not even about
what I was doing now.
“I’ll
come back for you, I promise. Then we’ll have an eternity for me to explain
everything.” I smiled. “I love you.” I leaned down and gently kissed his now
cold cheek. “It’ll all work out. I promise.” I whispered. I quickly scribbled
down a note with a scrap piece of paper and a pen I found in my pocket and put
it in his hand, curling his motionless fingers around it. I heard my friends’
voices coming from out of the store and made a run for the van, jumping in the passenger’s
side quickly and putting on my seatbelt.
“Took
you long enough.” Katherine said.
“I
couldn’t find it.” I looked down at the floor, finding the spot where I’d
dropped my earring earlier. “Oh, there it is. It must’ve fallen out when I got
in the car.” I picked it up and put it back in my ear. Katherine rolled her
eyes.
“Of
course it did.” She said in an annoyed tone. “Are you ready now?” I nodded.
“Good.” Katherine hammered down on the gas pedal and
we sped off onto the busy streets of New
York City.
OK!! Great job.....but......now what happens???? You just made me want more!!!
ReplyDeleteYou know as artists we recognize that there really is no such thing as a totally unique idea. We take in what is around us and make it part of our thinking. We often don't realize that our ideas are triggered by other experiences and were not born in our brain from nothing! Good for you for recognizing your goof and making it right! That is what an ethical artist/writer does! I am proud of you!
ReplyDeleteI agree with Aunt Wendy. That sort of thing happens all the time. Often, when I listen to my own songs, I can hear bits and pieces of the songs that influenced them.
ReplyDeleteWe are but mere conduits. Creativity and inspiration flow from many sources. How we synthesize it all is what makes our work unique.
By the way, when you re-wrote those last few paragraphs, you actually improved the ending of the chapter! I liked it before... but I really like it now!