1. L E T T E R
Dear Mariah,
I and your father are expecting to leave for the upcoming season.
Your father got accepted as a manager of a company in United States and I have to be there to guide him. If you’re wondering whose going to take care of you Norah will be there. She’ll be with you for a while. Don’t worry me and your father will call you to check on you and Norah okay? And expect us that we won’t be there in your graduation and we will always be there to support you. I left your emergency money by the fridge and your money for expenses. Please save your money, we’ll use FedEx when you need cash for important stuff like college, transportation, groceries, electric bills etc. My friend Lourdes is inviting you to stay at their house with her kids to spend the summer, if you would like. Anytime you’re welcome at their place in McKinley Hills. Yes dear, we will be away for months.
P.S
Don’t forget to feed Mrs. Fluffers and tell her ‘no sleeping on my flower beds’. Even she can’t understand human language.
Your, Mom.
Elizabeth P.
My fingers ran through the parchment of the white paper. I read mom’s letter twice already. Starting now, I would miss the smell of my mom’s deliciously cooked French onion soup and dad’s voice shouting while watching football game at night. I’m sort of afraid in getting use to it because a lot will change. And I don’t like changes. But, I have to accept the fact that they’re leaving and somebody will take place…..for a while as my mom said. This is going to be a long day. I pursed my lips, refolded the letter inside the envelope and ran through the door.
The morning I woke up, the sun shone down through the curtains of the wooden window and it appeared with a speck of dust pointing towards the floor. I jumped out of bed without care whether I’ll slip or stumble, opened the window and look through it.
Everything seemed fine outside. By the corner of the Villa Street, Mrs. Wood took an early time to water her flowers; some foreign kids from Pine Street rode their bicycles happily then one stumbled down and got up quickly chasing the others; an old couple came jogging on the sidewalk. Everybody looked really busy. By the sidewalk of our house, a blue scooter parked there facing the mailbox. I wondered who it could be.
Then suddenly, I heard a knock on my bedroom door and it was Norah. Gosh she looked young, I thought. Her sweet looking face and a tied up shoulder length hair, I smiled. Norah had been like one of us in the family since I was born. She was our keeper though. “Good morning Mariah,” She said certainly. “Breakfast is ready.”
“Thanks. What’s for breakfast.”? I said.
“Egg omelet with steamed vegetables.”
“Sounds good. I’ll be right down in a minute.”
“Okay, I’ll prepare apple juice.” She said happily and closed the door.
Sigh. I sat down my bed and think.
So let’s get this straight, me receiving my diploma without my parents? Yes. Going to the hospital without my parents, when I’ll expect to be hit by a truck? Maybe. Attend college without them? I think so. Having a boyfriend without my parent’s permission? No.
Stop, I better take a shower.
My closet is just a normal closet and inside it are the clothes what normal people wear.
Quickly, my eye caught something to wear. I handed two tops and went for the mirror, exchanging a blouse or a t-shirt in front of my body. “Hmm,” I said hiding my lips.
I can’t decide what I’ll wear actually. “This blouse,” I sighed. “Needs three more buttons in the middle.” I can’t wear clothes with missing buttons, I’ll look like an idiot, I thought.
I’ve decided to wear a t-shirt, jeans and black Chuck Taylors.
My body shifted in front of the mirror and looked at myself.
And I wished for better days.
It’s getting late, I should run off.
At school parking lot, my fingers turned off the ignition. Groups were formed on every corner of the building some are Math Geeks, Emo’s, Jocks, Cheerleaders, Skater Dudes etc.
I walked up the stairs to lead myself inside the front hall. Then suddenly,
“Whoa!” I shouted. A group of skateboarding guys just pass in front of me as if rushing. I responded quickly as I could.
My books fell. “Oh! I’m sorry.” One came back and picked up the books for me.
I managed to help.
“Um…I should be sorry because I didn’t see or even heard.” I said shyly.
He handed my books which were pilled up. Behind him his skateboarding friends were staring at both of us, waiting. Gosh, why can’t I see his face? The sun’s ray faced straight to my face.
I used my right hand to give it some shade for my eyes to see.
“Don’t say sorry, okay? I’m the one who should apologize.” He smiled.
Now I can see his face. My mouth fell open.
My heart beating faster and I can’t even feel my feet. I almost let out a squeal.
“You okay?” he asked. How can you spell HANDSOME again? I totally forgot.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I said almost excited.
“By the way, I’m Riley Cruz.” He let out a hand.
“Uh…” I can’t speak.
Riley was waiting for me to speak.
“Mariah…Pearson.” I breathed. Now, I found my voice.
We both shook hands. Riley Cruz looked a lot handsome. Looks like a foreigner to me.
His hair silky black, pinkish lips and has a cute smile. I was hypnotized.
My mind took a flash back, it’s like I’ve seen him before…or maybe not.
Was he one of my classes? Then from the skateboard group, one shouted behind, “Yo, Riley! You coming or not?” The other guy in a white cap scoffed.
Riley looked behind them then back to my face and said, “Yeah, I have to go. See ya ‘round.”
His group came to skate back. Riley has the only one who has black and red skateboard colors; he skated with them and shouted, “Yo! Wait up.”
I sighed and walked up the stairs and into the front hall.
This school day wasn’t that exciting for me especially when you are not interested in today’s topic. The clock was already striking to twelve, meaning its lunch time for us High School students.
Sierra Michael, my bestfriend since prepatory, was doing all the talking.
I didn’t even mind to listen. My ears as if pressed the mute button. On the other tables, stood the Popular Girls gossiping……again, on my left the Jocks were talking loudly about the latest high scores they got the time they won on last seasons game and on my right, the Skater guys.
Riley Cruz, the cute guy who bumped me a few hours ago. I heard him protesting, as if protecting the topic. They were teasing him. The guy who laughed with black hair and eyes said my name then laughed out loud. Yes, I was watching them.
Riley felt ashamed he hid his face between his arms down to the table.
“Oh come on Riley, you did that on purpose did you?” the guy on the black haired guy’s left said.
“What? No,” Riley snapped a bit and laughed. Now Sierra stopped talking and said, “Mariah, you listening or not?” she crossed her arms.
“I’m sorry. I,” that’s all I can say. Then suddenly mine and Riley’s eyes met.
Sierra followed my direction, she looked at her side. I can hear her squeal from the inside but, I didn’t mind.
“Mariah,” Sierra spoke as if telling her she saw a ghost. “What are you doing?” she added smiling. The eye contact broke. “What?” I startled.
Sierra leaned back. Her smile as if showing her teeth and squealing. What was she doing?
We were both in silent. After a few minutes, “You, have some explaining to do.” Sierra spoke through her teeth still smiling. “I’m going. Gonna be late for art class.” I grabbed my backpack.
I left Sierra frustrated.
Then behind me, I felt something pulling me. It was Riley.
“Hey, look. About earlier before class starts, I’m sorry.”
I looked away, gosh he’s so handsome! I thought.
“We already talked about this, okay?” I went forward to the door.
“Wait. You are still mad right? I mean, mad at me?”
“Whatever.”
“Is that a yes?” He spoke each words slowly.
“No. I Heard you and your friends talking about me.” I spoke, uncomfortably.
He gave a look at where he sat with his friends.
“Oh, yeah, right. That was nothing, alright? Nothing.”
My heart leaped.
“Oh. Okay, gotta go.”
I ran towards the door not even hearing his unreplied message.
Good thing we don’t have much to do. It’s really getting closer to summer vacation and I can’t wait to go out of town with my bestfriend. Saturday morning came and I see myself lying on my back while listening to Coldplay. I sighed and mouthed the lyrics.
It was already afternoon and I got bored. I went downstairs and found my sister talking on the phone. Well she was two years older than me. Her name is Michaela Pearson.
We call her Aeyla, as in ey-la. “You will not believe what Gregg told me….”
I went for the door.
Riding a bike was not that easy for me. When I was little, my first bike went broken.
And my dad keeps repairing it until I know how to ride it myself.
Ring! Ring! Ring! I picked up my cellphone from my left pocket.
“Hello?” I spoke. The call duration ended in 34 seconds. I forgot it. I thought then raced to the school.
There was something I forgot to do.
In the middle of the hallway near the lockers, I ran as fast as I can, holding my term paper and I almost pass it overdue. Ouch! I slipped and felt the pain in my knee. Ouch. Ow. I almost let out a curse word. I stood up slowly. Good thing the lockers helped me support, but not that much. The faculty room door opened. Riley! I gasped.
Ouch! I moaned.
“Yes ma’m. I’ll do it tomorrow after soccer practice. Bye!” He closed the door while looking at some papers he held.
He found me. I was struggling. “Hey,” he ran after me maybe to help. “You alright?”
Looking at his eyes made the pain go away a bit. I forgot the words.
“Not really. Um…can you please give…ouch…my term paper…t-to Professor Vincent…p-please?”
I handed him the paper slowly. The pain, still pain. Can’t feel my ankle.
“Okay, um. I’ll bring you to the nurse’s office first.” He seems to support me. He placed my arm around him so I can walk with support. Oh…my…god! I thought, happily.
My heart skipped a beat. Can this be real? “Oh. Um, thanks. How about you give the term paper first and I wait here?” My explanation seemed very well said. “No, no, no. I’ll bring you first to the nurse. I’ll take care of it.” He sighed.
I don’t have the strength to argue with him but I nodded quickly.
While walking, we talked. He asked about why my knees hurt. I laughed at that. Plus why am I so sensitive to get mad easily at things. I didn’t get a chance to answer that because we were in the nurse’s room already. The nurse let me sat on the bed and examined my knees.
I tried to explain to her why. Riley was on one corner, texting. Every 5 seconds he stares at me and the nurse. He tried to smile at me. I smiled back, too.
While the nurse went out to get some cloth for, Riley asked again. “How ya feeling?”
“I’m good, already. The nurse said to be careful and not to run in the hallway or I’ll end up bone damage.” I laughed a bit. He chuckled.
The nurse came back with a cloth, tied up around my left knee and gave me a pack of ice. Of course she didn’t forget to give me a red lollipop.
After the trip to the nurse’s office, Riley drove me to my house. I was wearing a suppoter.
I thanked him as we walked to the front porch. I waved at him as his Honda drove away.
The smell of pasta made me hungry. On the couch beside me, Aeyla was reading a magazine while talking to the phone. Norah was setting the table. She was surprised I was wearing a supporter.
“My! Mariah!” She was shouting something in Spanish which gave me the creeps.
I rolled my eyes. Sometimes, I don’t understand what she’s saying. Norah, she is a Spanish person her mother was a Spanish woman and her father was an American.
“Norah, it’s a long story. I’ll explain later.” I sat on the couch slowly and sighed.
Ouch! I felt the pain. Aeyla placed the phone down and paused. “What happen to you?”
She said as if concern. “I slipped and broke my knee.” Norah went out from the kitchen and brought out the pasta. She made a tsk! Tsk! Tsk! Sound. The best part was she served me pasta on the couch and pulled out some ice from the freezer and placed it on my knee.
“I was running to pass my term paper to Professor Vincent then I slipped, nearly broke my knee.
The nurse said good thing I didn’t run really fast or I’ll end up like a patient in the emergency room.”
I sighed, fed myself pasta and drank lemon juice.
Norah and Aeyla looked at each other then away.
“So, it’s not a real damage at all. Just like a cramp or something, right?” Aeyla looked at the table.
I looked at her and said, “Yeah, I just need a days to rest, I guess.”
Norah went up and picked up the dishes from the table, placed it on the sink. She went to me and hugged me. I did the same thing back. “Oh, Mariah,” she pressed me to her. “I’m surprised you’re okay.
That’s alright we’ll take care of your knee. “
My sister went up to us and joined the hug.
After I recovered from my knee injury, I didn’t know that next day will be the official day of “bye-bye high school and hello college day” before school year ends.
Which is augh! Graduation, I blurted out the word with disgust.
You know why I hate graduating high school? It’s because Sierra is moving to New York.
The day she told me she’s leaving in graduation day, I cannot help but cry. She was my only bestfriend, she was like a sister to me and that may be the worst of my life of her leaving.
NOTE:
This is where chapter one ends.
I already posted a chapter 2 here.
what do you think? any comments?
PLS. DONT COPY.
THANKS
Dear Mariah,
I and your father are expecting to leave for the upcoming season.
Your father got accepted as a manager of a company in United States and I have to be there to guide him. If you’re wondering whose going to take care of you Norah will be there. She’ll be with you for a while. Don’t worry me and your father will call you to check on you and Norah okay? And expect us that we won’t be there in your graduation and we will always be there to support you. I left your emergency money by the fridge and your money for expenses. Please save your money, we’ll use FedEx when you need cash for important stuff like college, transportation, groceries, electric bills etc. My friend Lourdes is inviting you to stay at their house with her kids to spend the summer, if you would like. Anytime you’re welcome at their place in McKinley Hills. Yes dear, we will be away for months.
P.S
Don’t forget to feed Mrs. Fluffers and tell her ‘no sleeping on my flower beds’. Even she can’t understand human language.
Your, Mom.
Elizabeth P.
My fingers ran through the parchment of the white paper. I read mom’s letter twice already. Starting now, I would miss the smell of my mom’s deliciously cooked French onion soup and dad’s voice shouting while watching football game at night. I’m sort of afraid in getting use to it because a lot will change. And I don’t like changes. But, I have to accept the fact that they’re leaving and somebody will take place…..for a while as my mom said. This is going to be a long day. I pursed my lips, refolded the letter inside the envelope and ran through the door.
The morning I woke up, the sun shone down through the curtains of the wooden window and it appeared with a speck of dust pointing towards the floor. I jumped out of bed without care whether I’ll slip or stumble, opened the window and look through it.
Everything seemed fine outside. By the corner of the Villa Street, Mrs. Wood took an early time to water her flowers; some foreign kids from Pine Street rode their bicycles happily then one stumbled down and got up quickly chasing the others; an old couple came jogging on the sidewalk. Everybody looked really busy. By the sidewalk of our house, a blue scooter parked there facing the mailbox. I wondered who it could be.
Then suddenly, I heard a knock on my bedroom door and it was Norah. Gosh she looked young, I thought. Her sweet looking face and a tied up shoulder length hair, I smiled. Norah had been like one of us in the family since I was born. She was our keeper though. “Good morning Mariah,” She said certainly. “Breakfast is ready.”
“Thanks. What’s for breakfast.”? I said.
“Egg omelet with steamed vegetables.”
“Sounds good. I’ll be right down in a minute.”
“Okay, I’ll prepare apple juice.” She said happily and closed the door.
Sigh. I sat down my bed and think.
So let’s get this straight, me receiving my diploma without my parents? Yes. Going to the hospital without my parents, when I’ll expect to be hit by a truck? Maybe. Attend college without them? I think so. Having a boyfriend without my parent’s permission? No.
Stop, I better take a shower.
My closet is just a normal closet and inside it are the clothes what normal people wear.
Quickly, my eye caught something to wear. I handed two tops and went for the mirror, exchanging a blouse or a t-shirt in front of my body. “Hmm,” I said hiding my lips.
I can’t decide what I’ll wear actually. “This blouse,” I sighed. “Needs three more buttons in the middle.” I can’t wear clothes with missing buttons, I’ll look like an idiot, I thought.
I’ve decided to wear a t-shirt, jeans and black Chuck Taylors.
My body shifted in front of the mirror and looked at myself.
And I wished for better days.
It’s getting late, I should run off.
At school parking lot, my fingers turned off the ignition. Groups were formed on every corner of the building some are Math Geeks, Emo’s, Jocks, Cheerleaders, Skater Dudes etc.
I walked up the stairs to lead myself inside the front hall. Then suddenly,
“Whoa!” I shouted. A group of skateboarding guys just pass in front of me as if rushing. I responded quickly as I could.
My books fell. “Oh! I’m sorry.” One came back and picked up the books for me.
I managed to help.
“Um…I should be sorry because I didn’t see or even heard.” I said shyly.
He handed my books which were pilled up. Behind him his skateboarding friends were staring at both of us, waiting. Gosh, why can’t I see his face? The sun’s ray faced straight to my face.
I used my right hand to give it some shade for my eyes to see.
“Don’t say sorry, okay? I’m the one who should apologize.” He smiled.
Now I can see his face. My mouth fell open.
My heart beating faster and I can’t even feel my feet. I almost let out a squeal.
“You okay?” he asked. How can you spell HANDSOME again? I totally forgot.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I said almost excited.
“By the way, I’m Riley Cruz.” He let out a hand.
“Uh…” I can’t speak.
Riley was waiting for me to speak.
“Mariah…Pearson.” I breathed. Now, I found my voice.
We both shook hands. Riley Cruz looked a lot handsome. Looks like a foreigner to me.
His hair silky black, pinkish lips and has a cute smile. I was hypnotized.
My mind took a flash back, it’s like I’ve seen him before…or maybe not.
Was he one of my classes? Then from the skateboard group, one shouted behind, “Yo, Riley! You coming or not?” The other guy in a white cap scoffed.
Riley looked behind them then back to my face and said, “Yeah, I have to go. See ya ‘round.”
His group came to skate back. Riley has the only one who has black and red skateboard colors; he skated with them and shouted, “Yo! Wait up.”
I sighed and walked up the stairs and into the front hall.
This school day wasn’t that exciting for me especially when you are not interested in today’s topic. The clock was already striking to twelve, meaning its lunch time for us High School students.
Sierra Michael, my bestfriend since prepatory, was doing all the talking.
I didn’t even mind to listen. My ears as if pressed the mute button. On the other tables, stood the Popular Girls gossiping……again, on my left the Jocks were talking loudly about the latest high scores they got the time they won on last seasons game and on my right, the Skater guys.
Riley Cruz, the cute guy who bumped me a few hours ago. I heard him protesting, as if protecting the topic. They were teasing him. The guy who laughed with black hair and eyes said my name then laughed out loud. Yes, I was watching them.
Riley felt ashamed he hid his face between his arms down to the table.
“Oh come on Riley, you did that on purpose did you?” the guy on the black haired guy’s left said.
“What? No,” Riley snapped a bit and laughed. Now Sierra stopped talking and said, “Mariah, you listening or not?” she crossed her arms.
“I’m sorry. I,” that’s all I can say. Then suddenly mine and Riley’s eyes met.
Sierra followed my direction, she looked at her side. I can hear her squeal from the inside but, I didn’t mind.
“Mariah,” Sierra spoke as if telling her she saw a ghost. “What are you doing?” she added smiling. The eye contact broke. “What?” I startled.
Sierra leaned back. Her smile as if showing her teeth and squealing. What was she doing?
We were both in silent. After a few minutes, “You, have some explaining to do.” Sierra spoke through her teeth still smiling. “I’m going. Gonna be late for art class.” I grabbed my backpack.
I left Sierra frustrated.
Then behind me, I felt something pulling me. It was Riley.
“Hey, look. About earlier before class starts, I’m sorry.”
I looked away, gosh he’s so handsome! I thought.
“We already talked about this, okay?” I went forward to the door.
“Wait. You are still mad right? I mean, mad at me?”
“Whatever.”
“Is that a yes?” He spoke each words slowly.
“No. I Heard you and your friends talking about me.” I spoke, uncomfortably.
He gave a look at where he sat with his friends.
“Oh, yeah, right. That was nothing, alright? Nothing.”
My heart leaped.
“Oh. Okay, gotta go.”
I ran towards the door not even hearing his unreplied message.
Good thing we don’t have much to do. It’s really getting closer to summer vacation and I can’t wait to go out of town with my bestfriend. Saturday morning came and I see myself lying on my back while listening to Coldplay. I sighed and mouthed the lyrics.
It was already afternoon and I got bored. I went downstairs and found my sister talking on the phone. Well she was two years older than me. Her name is Michaela Pearson.
We call her Aeyla, as in ey-la. “You will not believe what Gregg told me….”
I went for the door.
Riding a bike was not that easy for me. When I was little, my first bike went broken.
And my dad keeps repairing it until I know how to ride it myself.
Ring! Ring! Ring! I picked up my cellphone from my left pocket.
“Hello?” I spoke. The call duration ended in 34 seconds. I forgot it. I thought then raced to the school.
There was something I forgot to do.
In the middle of the hallway near the lockers, I ran as fast as I can, holding my term paper and I almost pass it overdue. Ouch! I slipped and felt the pain in my knee. Ouch. Ow. I almost let out a curse word. I stood up slowly. Good thing the lockers helped me support, but not that much. The faculty room door opened. Riley! I gasped.
Ouch! I moaned.
“Yes ma’m. I’ll do it tomorrow after soccer practice. Bye!” He closed the door while looking at some papers he held.
He found me. I was struggling. “Hey,” he ran after me maybe to help. “You alright?”
Looking at his eyes made the pain go away a bit. I forgot the words.
“Not really. Um…can you please give…ouch…my term paper…t-to Professor Vincent…p-please?”
I handed him the paper slowly. The pain, still pain. Can’t feel my ankle.
“Okay, um. I’ll bring you to the nurse’s office first.” He seems to support me. He placed my arm around him so I can walk with support. Oh…my…god! I thought, happily.
My heart skipped a beat. Can this be real? “Oh. Um, thanks. How about you give the term paper first and I wait here?” My explanation seemed very well said. “No, no, no. I’ll bring you first to the nurse. I’ll take care of it.” He sighed.
I don’t have the strength to argue with him but I nodded quickly.
While walking, we talked. He asked about why my knees hurt. I laughed at that. Plus why am I so sensitive to get mad easily at things. I didn’t get a chance to answer that because we were in the nurse’s room already. The nurse let me sat on the bed and examined my knees.
I tried to explain to her why. Riley was on one corner, texting. Every 5 seconds he stares at me and the nurse. He tried to smile at me. I smiled back, too.
While the nurse went out to get some cloth for, Riley asked again. “How ya feeling?”
“I’m good, already. The nurse said to be careful and not to run in the hallway or I’ll end up bone damage.” I laughed a bit. He chuckled.
The nurse came back with a cloth, tied up around my left knee and gave me a pack of ice. Of course she didn’t forget to give me a red lollipop.
After the trip to the nurse’s office, Riley drove me to my house. I was wearing a suppoter.
I thanked him as we walked to the front porch. I waved at him as his Honda drove away.
The smell of pasta made me hungry. On the couch beside me, Aeyla was reading a magazine while talking to the phone. Norah was setting the table. She was surprised I was wearing a supporter.
“My! Mariah!” She was shouting something in Spanish which gave me the creeps.
I rolled my eyes. Sometimes, I don’t understand what she’s saying. Norah, she is a Spanish person her mother was a Spanish woman and her father was an American.
“Norah, it’s a long story. I’ll explain later.” I sat on the couch slowly and sighed.
Ouch! I felt the pain. Aeyla placed the phone down and paused. “What happen to you?”
She said as if concern. “I slipped and broke my knee.” Norah went out from the kitchen and brought out the pasta. She made a tsk! Tsk! Tsk! Sound. The best part was she served me pasta on the couch and pulled out some ice from the freezer and placed it on my knee.
“I was running to pass my term paper to Professor Vincent then I slipped, nearly broke my knee.
The nurse said good thing I didn’t run really fast or I’ll end up like a patient in the emergency room.”
I sighed, fed myself pasta and drank lemon juice.
Norah and Aeyla looked at each other then away.
“So, it’s not a real damage at all. Just like a cramp or something, right?” Aeyla looked at the table.
I looked at her and said, “Yeah, I just need a days to rest, I guess.”
Norah went up and picked up the dishes from the table, placed it on the sink. She went to me and hugged me. I did the same thing back. “Oh, Mariah,” she pressed me to her. “I’m surprised you’re okay.
That’s alright we’ll take care of your knee. “
My sister went up to us and joined the hug.
After I recovered from my knee injury, I didn’t know that next day will be the official day of “bye-bye high school and hello college day” before school year ends.
Which is augh! Graduation, I blurted out the word with disgust.
You know why I hate graduating high school? It’s because Sierra is moving to New York.
The day she told me she’s leaving in graduation day, I cannot help but cry. She was my only bestfriend, she was like a sister to me and that may be the worst of my life of her leaving.
NOTE:
This is where chapter one ends.
I already posted a chapter 2 here.
what do you think? any comments?
PLS. DONT COPY.
THANKS
How are the winners determined from the losers? Easy. Whoever gave in first.
And if no one gives in?
Giving in is often easier. But not the desirable choice.
Taylor tapped the glass coated floor. The tiny black droplet that bloomed on her forefinger fell with a soft plink on a triangle of glass below.
Taylor cautiously lifted the shard to the light. There it was. A small stain, barely the size of a pinhead, darkening the glass.
That's all I am. Just a flaw on an otherwise clear surface.
Just a flaw. A mistake that was never meant to be.
"I'm leaving," Taylor muttered to herself, getting back to her feet. She strode towards the corner, vanishing just as soon as the shadow fell over to embrace her slight form.
She closed her eyes and felt the end of her plait, fumbling with it until wove free.
She knew where she was going, if only this once.
But when she got there? She hadn't thought that far.
And if no one gives in?
Giving in is often easier. But not the desirable choice.
Taylor tapped the glass coated floor. The tiny black droplet that bloomed on her forefinger fell with a soft plink on a triangle of glass below.
Taylor cautiously lifted the shard to the light. There it was. A small stain, barely the size of a pinhead, darkening the glass.
That's all I am. Just a flaw on an otherwise clear surface.
Just a flaw. A mistake that was never meant to be.
"I'm leaving," Taylor muttered to herself, getting back to her feet. She strode towards the corner, vanishing just as soon as the shadow fell over to embrace her slight form.
She closed her eyes and felt the end of her plait, fumbling with it until wove free.
She knew where she was going, if only this once.
But when she got there? She hadn't thought that far.
Blood Bound plot. No it is not cute, it’s not simple; it’s pessimist and frightful. The story is suggestive of Rosemary’s Baby, which does not seem accidental.
It is 2019, and we’re still exploring age-old subjects like Wicca, human sacrifice and sects. Somehow, those subgenres stand the test of time. Horror stories built around pregnancy never get old either, for obvious reasons. As saturated as these themes may be, in horror cinema these days, Blood Bound manages to impress and surprise. It’s its own thing.
No sun--no moon!
No morn--no noon!
No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--
No sky--no earthly view--
No distance looking blue--
No road--no street--
No "t'other side the way"--
No end to any Row--
No indications where the Crescents go--
No top to any steeple--
No recognitions of familiar people--
No courtesies for showing 'em--
No knowing 'em!
No mail--no post--
No news from any foreign coast--
No park--no ring--no afternoon gentility--
No company--no nobility--
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member--
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds,
November!
No morn--no noon!
No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--
No sky--no earthly view--
No distance looking blue--
No road--no street--
No "t'other side the way"--
No end to any Row--
No indications where the Crescents go--
No top to any steeple--
No recognitions of familiar people--
No courtesies for showing 'em--
No knowing 'em!
No mail--no post--
No news from any foreign coast--
No park--no ring--no afternoon gentility--
No company--no nobility--
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member--
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds,
November!