So, I figured its about time I tell you a little about my self.
I am a writer, if you couldn't guess.
I am a photographer.
Not professionally though, yet.
I sketch.
I am an artist.
Anyways, I have written many a stories in the past, but just recently I feel I have written one of my best.
I have been told it's good, really good.
So I thought,
why not share it?
There is not really a title for it.
No stealing.
I stumbled, almost falling into the sand. I continued on catching up to Ashley, my best friend. Walking along I looked up at my surroundings. Glancing up through the trees I spied the sun, hidden by the branches barely visible, but still there. As if it was hiding, spying on us. I continued up the sandy hill not following any path, making up my own. We had come a long way not stopping, jumping over the creek when the path had stopped at a sandy bank surrounded by crystal clear water running over rocks along the creek bottom. I had always liked hiking especially with Ash. She just made everything interesting. We had finally spoken for the first time in several minutes, “Its pretty here, a good way to kill a Sunday.” She stopped and breathed in deeply. The sun had peeked out from behind the trees and shone upon her face, the rays cut through her yellow hair almost making it glow. She plopped down on the sparkling sand dune, kicked off her flip-flops, and dug her toes into the sand. “Yea it is nice; too bad it’s a Sunday.” I said with a heavy sigh. I thought to myself dreading the idea of having to return to school in only a couple of hours. My stomach felt heavy and knotted as my hands started to shake just from the thought of my presentation in Social Studies the next day. “Dreading school?”
She said as she ran a hand through her hair, leaning back on the other. She knew me too well. “This presentation thing in Social Studies.” I said as I plopped down on the sand myself lying back not caring about the sand getting on my clothes. I tilted my head toward the sun, closed my eyes and felt the warmth soak into my skin, calming me down.” “Sucks for you, but try not to worry about it.” ‘Sucks for you’ rang in my ears echoing. I felt myself tense up again. I knew what she meant, her knowledge of my seemingly inability to function up in front of a class. I changed the subject, “How’s your high school stuff goin’?” Ashley had applied for Pebble Brook back in January and got in. She has this two year high school plan, taking one A.P. class after another then graduating, heading straight off to a fancy musical college in Boston after that. But this was all on hold with her schedule screwed up, her being forced to take beginners classes, making the whole two year plan impossible. “It’s a killer! I worked so hard to get in and now it’s all messed up!” She sighed falling back and breathed heavily. “I’m sure you’ll get your two year plan and be outta’ here.” I said encouragingly. This was secretly exactly what I feared. My best friend, practically sister, since 3 months old was going to be gone in 2 years? Just like that, gone. I had tried to cheer her up nonetheless. “I mean they said they might not even change the schedule! What am I supposed to do!? I just might have to go to a regular high school. Get my G.E.D when I’m sixtee….” I had zoned out. Ash kept on about her ‘future on the line thing’ not noticing as I tilted my head to the side, squinting at a glint of pink in the sand. The sun making it glow, radiating pink. I sat up then walked over to it. Kneeling down over it I saw it was kind of buried. I grabbed up the sparkling object, shook the sand off, and ran it through my hand. It was a key chain, lonely and lost. Mostly sliver with a plastic pink gem connected to the chain. I stared into it, lost in it. It felt strange, magical, like it was apart of me. It, this intimate object, had a hold on me. I couldn’t break. “RUBY!” Ash interrupted my thoughts, forcing me back to the present. “I’ve been calling you forever, what’s up with you?” I starred at her, dazed. “You look strange…” She said squinting at me. “Oh, um I dunno.” I said perplexed. She looked at me for another second then finally stood up, “Let’s head back.” She headed back in the direction we came from. I quickly stuffed the chain in my pocket and hurried after her.
Back at home I was suddenly aware of the lump in my pocket. I ran up to my room, calling out to my mom that I was home as I went. In my room, I shut and locked the door behind me. Only then did I take the chain out of my pocket. It lay in my hand, still not moving. Call it instinct but I then clutched it in my hand, staring into the fake gem I made a wish, one wish. To be able to get everything that I wanted, to never get turned down by any university, never get turned down for any job, never get said no to. Never. It was perfect. I felt a sudden jolt surge through me, like electricity. I could feel it coursing though my veins. The power of my future set into certainty. It felt good. I felt mad with power, voices in my head telling me what to do. I couldn’t resist. Telling me to destroy, destroy everything. One second later I was sitting down on my bedroom floor, panting. Had I blacked out? What time was it? I looked around my bedroom. It was a mess. Not your usual ‘messy room’ mess, but this was different. This room had been destroyed, intentionally. Not just ‘let go’. My things were knocked on to the floor, smashed as if someone had stomped on them, making them look like pancakes. My bed was torn apart, literally. The sheets ripped in half along with my comforter. It looked like a crazy person had gotten into my room. Were those bite marks in my wooden dresser, I thought appalled!? Who had done this? Had I done this? NO, I quickly thought I couldn’t have. But, then I looked on the floor next to me, the chain sprawled out on the floor. I knew what happened.
What had I done?
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