~Chapter Five~ The message got through to him quickly, as he puts his hand over mine. "I'm sorry AvaBear.. I wasn't there when you needed me. Instead I was focused on partying and college. I should have..." He trailed off, looking down. For the rest of the test we say in silence. I knotted my fingers together; as I started to fidget around in my chair. ***** I finally convinced Daniel to call it a day, since I had the first day of school tomorrow I had to sleep. I laid in my soft plush mattress; my body just sank into the cushion soft mattress. I snuggled against my pale green, and blue comforter; wrapped tightly in the white sheets. My eyes started to get heavy, and I drifted into a heavy sleep. That's when it started... ~~~~•~~~~•~~~~•~~~~~•~~~~ Yeah yeah yeah. I know it's a SHORT chapter But man I Love those cliffhangers. Haha Enjoy. COMMENT!!
~Chapter Six~ That dream.. I'm not really sure if it's a dream though. It feels more like a vision of some sort. It's the same every since finding out about my father. A white sheet of snow coated the ground. People were circled around; were I was standing I couldn't tell what they were circling around. I was crying, and everyone was dressed in black. I gasped loud as I wake up in a startles from dead sleep. My alarm clock was buzzing on my night stand. I quickly press the snooze button, and turns over snuggling against the pillow. "Ava Nicole Cattaway! You better not go back to bed. I'm making breakfast. You better be up and moving!" My mom yelled as she hanged on the my bedroom door to get me up. I groan sleepily as I drag my legs out of bed; wobbling tiredly to the bathroom. I took a quick shower, lathering my scrubie with Tropical Medley smelling body soap. ***** I walked into my room with a cotton towel wrapped around my chest. I dried off. I combed with my glistening wet bleach blonde hair. Towel dryed it and brushed it again. I slipped into my denim jeans and my blue hoodie. Natural waves appeared in my hair, after my hair was dried fully I clipped my side bangs off to the side with a bobby clip. "Ava come downstairs and have breakfast." My mom chined from downstairs. I slipped into my black converses and then strolled down the stairs. ****** My mom decided that she would drive me to school, so that I wouldn't get lost driving myself. Before my dad had died he had bought me a Volkswagon. "Have a good day, Sweetie!" My mom smiled and tried to pinch my cheek. I simply slapped her hand away. "Bye mom..." I climbed out, grabbing my back pack, and purse then proceeded into the school. I took a deep breathe before I entered. I hate being the new kid... ~~~~•~~~~~•~~~~~•~~~~~•~~~~ Ugh schools back! Anyway I managed to type this down. And proofread at 5:00 am in the morning. So if there are errors. I'm sorry. But I'm so lazy to re-check.
Omg when it said her mother hanged on the door I thought it meant she hanged/hung herself But then I realized. Anyways. You need longer updates.
I can't believe that this went to the second page! I guess no one likes my story. No need to continue...
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.. Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and colour of the world outside. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every colour and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene. One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days, weeks and months passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, 'Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.' Epilogue: There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled. If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy. 'Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .' Testing lol