Disclaimer ; I don't own anything.
This is a story I wrote for an English project I had to do on the book I just read (The Son of Neptune).
Read / Review .. please and thank you (:
P.S. I might write more to this if yall want me to.
"I'll race you!" Sam shouts as he speeds off on his stallion through the green pasture.
"You're on!" I shout to him, and I take off as well. The wind blows my curly brown hair in my
face, temporarily blocking my vision. I push it away and catch a glimpse of the beautiful white
horse right in front of me. My palomino gains speed and I'm almost in front of him, but not
quite. Well it's too late now. We come to the finish line (the big boulder at the edge of the field).
"Good try Hazel," he smiles. After jumping of his horse, he walks over to me. As he holds up his
hand, motioning for me to take it, I smile and reply "You just got lucky!" We laugh and I jump
off.
He still holds my hand, even after I'm off. A slight blush reaches my face and I can't help
but smile. So what if he's a year older than me? So what if he doesn't know the whole truth
about me? I could never tell him though, especially because if I do, there's a chance it might be
the last thing I ever say. He leads me over to the small tree just beyond the boulder. The hot sun
warms the grass and we sit down underneath the tree. We talk. About nothing. About everything.
But what we say doesn't matter to me. Just getting to spend time with him makes my day.
"Hazel, do you ever think about what it would be like if the world wasn't at war right
now? Like if this wasn't 1947? If there wasn't so much discrimination against people like us?"
he asks, staring at the sky. I think about all those questions for a moment. "If this wasn't World
War Two, you mean? I think about it all the time, Sam. As far as the discrimination against us,
well I just don't know. There isn't much of it though. I mean, this is New Orleans." I lie down
and stare at the sky with him, watching as a cloud shaped like a heart passes, and our hands still
intertwined. I look at him for a minute and wonder "How did I get so lucky to have a best friend
like him?" I guess he must've been thinking the same thing, because seconds later, he does
something that he should've done a long time ago. He kisses me.
