Yo, Erin here! Sorry I haven't been around for awhile...I know, there are
no excuses. Anyways, here is my newest story. As for "Light Cuts Through
Darkness", I WILL finish it. I promise. It's just so hard when your
stories take a turn for the worst. I mean....I lost all my fans
:::TEAR:::. Yeah, anyways, here's my new story, enjoy!
Any problems? concerns? questions? email me at:
AngelPieEcuz119@aol.com
~Erin
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Serena sat muddled in her own thoughts. Dammit! she thought, as she bashed her head into her binder over and over. She tossed her head over and glanced at her alarm clock. 10pm already, and no inspiration yet.
Serena sat cross legged on her bed, her homework spread around her. The dimy lit room threw shadows into her blonde hair and made her bright blue eyes look darker than natural.
"Yeah, how am I supposed to to write a paper when I have absolutely nothing to go on?" she yelled to herself.
There was a creak in the hallway, and her door slowly opened. Her mom stood in the doorway, fuzzy-robed and sleepy-eyed.
"Sere...what are you doing up?" she asked.
"Sorry mama," Serena replied, "But I hafta finish this!"
Serena's mom cracked a grin.
"It's times like these that you remind me of him," she said softly, turning away.
Serena froze.
"Remind you of who, mama?"
Serena's mom stopped and turned back around.
"Your father," she said, her eyes darting away. "Would you like some tea?"
Serena shook her head.
"No thanks," she said.
Her mom smiled.
"Then would you like to be tucked in?"
Serena drew a look of disgust.
"Mom, I'm 17. P.S.- I have to finish this essay!"
Her mom smiled wider.
"Sorry, I'll leave you then."
Her mom backed slowly out of the room, closing the door. Serena sighed and looked back down at her binder. Her mind was reeling with all different kinds of ideas.
The title on the page seemed to jump up at her. 'My Favorite Memory' it screamed.
Serena threw her binder across her room and rose from her bed. She walked over to her closet and flung open the door. After a few minutes of digging through it, she found what she was looking for.
It was a shoe box, labeled "Box o' Stuff". Serena crowed triumphantly as she walked back to her bed. She spilled the contents, pictures, all over her bed spread.
"You want memories? You'll get memories!" she muttered.
She began leafing through the photos. One of her and her friends, one of her 12th birthday, one of her in a pool at age 7, and...and...
Serena looked closely at the photo. It was of a little boy and little girl, around age three, holding hands in a meadow. They were wearing matching overalls and blue and white striped shirts. Serena recognized herself as the little girl, but the little boy...who was he?
He had dark brown hair, but the most shocking thing was his eyes...they almost matched Serena's own.
"Weird," she muttered.
She didn't know who he was...or why she had saved the picture. Then it hit her. She remembered that day. It was at her Grandma Sophie's farm in the countryside. She remembered spending the whole day with the boy, swinging off ropes in the hayloft, swimming in the nearby creek, laughing...
Serena snapped out of her daydreaming state and smiled softly.
She picked her pencil up off the ground and retrieved her binder from across the room. All at once she knew what she would write about. But...the boy's name?
"I'll just call him...'H'," she decided, as she started recalling and writing down that event furiously.
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Yeah, I know. That was a short chapter for me. Anyways, R&R, please. I don't care what you say, as long as I get reviews for the story. The more reviews I get, the more tempted I'll be to finish!
~Erin
Any problems? concerns? questions? email me at:
AngelPieEcuz119@aol.com
~Erin
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Serena sat muddled in her own thoughts. Dammit! she thought, as she bashed her head into her binder over and over. She tossed her head over and glanced at her alarm clock. 10pm already, and no inspiration yet.
Serena sat cross legged on her bed, her homework spread around her. The dimy lit room threw shadows into her blonde hair and made her bright blue eyes look darker than natural.
"Yeah, how am I supposed to to write a paper when I have absolutely nothing to go on?" she yelled to herself.
There was a creak in the hallway, and her door slowly opened. Her mom stood in the doorway, fuzzy-robed and sleepy-eyed.
"Sere...what are you doing up?" she asked.
"Sorry mama," Serena replied, "But I hafta finish this!"
Serena's mom cracked a grin.
"It's times like these that you remind me of him," she said softly, turning away.
Serena froze.
"Remind you of who, mama?"
Serena's mom stopped and turned back around.
"Your father," she said, her eyes darting away. "Would you like some tea?"
Serena shook her head.
"No thanks," she said.
Her mom smiled.
"Then would you like to be tucked in?"
Serena drew a look of disgust.
"Mom, I'm 17. P.S.- I have to finish this essay!"
Her mom smiled wider.
"Sorry, I'll leave you then."
Her mom backed slowly out of the room, closing the door. Serena sighed and looked back down at her binder. Her mind was reeling with all different kinds of ideas.
The title on the page seemed to jump up at her. 'My Favorite Memory' it screamed.
Serena threw her binder across her room and rose from her bed. She walked over to her closet and flung open the door. After a few minutes of digging through it, she found what she was looking for.
It was a shoe box, labeled "Box o' Stuff". Serena crowed triumphantly as she walked back to her bed. She spilled the contents, pictures, all over her bed spread.
"You want memories? You'll get memories!" she muttered.
She began leafing through the photos. One of her and her friends, one of her 12th birthday, one of her in a pool at age 7, and...and...
Serena looked closely at the photo. It was of a little boy and little girl, around age three, holding hands in a meadow. They were wearing matching overalls and blue and white striped shirts. Serena recognized herself as the little girl, but the little boy...who was he?
He had dark brown hair, but the most shocking thing was his eyes...they almost matched Serena's own.
"Weird," she muttered.
She didn't know who he was...or why she had saved the picture. Then it hit her. She remembered that day. It was at her Grandma Sophie's farm in the countryside. She remembered spending the whole day with the boy, swinging off ropes in the hayloft, swimming in the nearby creek, laughing...
Serena snapped out of her daydreaming state and smiled softly.
She picked her pencil up off the ground and retrieved her binder from across the room. All at once she knew what she would write about. But...the boy's name?
"I'll just call him...'H'," she decided, as she started recalling and writing down that event furiously.
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Yeah, I know. That was a short chapter for me. Anyways, R&R, please. I don't care what you say, as long as I get reviews for the story. The more reviews I get, the more tempted I'll be to finish!
~Erin