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Nick Powell found himself in his room, on his bed, contemplating his recent near-death experience. It had put his whole life into perspective. In just one week, he had repaired his relationship with his mother, dumped his shallow girlfriend, and gotten a little brother so-to-speak. His only regret was he had never gotten to know Annie. He threw a dart at his dartboard on the ceiling. He held a lot of remorse for the girl's fate. He knew there was no point in wishing for something that could never happen, but yet he still wanted to have more time to know her, to see her spirit. He sighed, and sat up on the edge of his bed, running a hand through his hair. He needed to get to school, no matter how he felt. It was the last week of school, and his mom was already at work. He grabbed his backpack, and headed out the front door.
Nick showed up in home room only 30 seconds before the late bell rang. He sat down in his assigned seat, and opened his notebook of poems. He had started a poem the night before about Annie taking and saving his life. He needed just the right verses to finish it off. With a second of thought, he jotted down two more stanzas.
"Alright class! Let's get started!" Mrs. Winthrope called. Nick looked up from the poem. "Today, you will be presenting the poems we have been working on for the past week. Who wants to go first?" Nick looked around himself, then raised his hand, seeing no one else did. "I do not expect you to have one, Nick. You have adequate excuse," she turned to look for someone else. "But I do have one Mrs. Winthrope." Nick stood and went to sit at the front of the room. He cleared his throat. "Um...my poem is called Life and Death."
"Life and Death
Look at love,
How it tangles
With the one fallen in love.
Look at spirit,
How it fuses with earth
Giving it new life.
Why are you so busy
With this or that or good or bad?
Pay attention to how things blend.
Why talk about all
The known and the unknown?
See how the unknown merges into the known.
Why think separately
Of this life and the next,
When one is born from the last?
Look at your heart and tongue.
One feels but deaf and dumb,
The other speaks in words and signs
Look at water and fire,
Earth and wind,
Enemies and friends all at once.
The wolf and the lamb,
The lion and the deer,
Far away yet together.
Look at the unity of this
Spring and winter,
Manifested in the equinox.
You too must mingle my friend,
Since the earth and the sky
Are mingled just for you and me.
Be like sugarcane,
Sweet yet silent.
Don't get mixed up with bitter words.
My beloved grows
Right out of my own heart.
How much more union can there be?"
Nick looked around the room when he was finished reading his poem (A/N: I didn't write that! Lol!), and then went to sit down. "That was a very interesting poem, Nick. What is the poem's meaning?" Mrs. Winthrope said. "Well, it's basically saying that death is paired with life, and that life belongs with death. The two are opposites, but are also similar," Nick explained. The teacher smiled, and gestured for him to sit down.
As Nick sat in his seat for the last 38 minutes of English Class, He stared boredly out the window. He jumped when the bell rang, not fully expecting it, grabbed his stuff, and headed out the door. Halfway down the hall, he stopped at his locker. Unable to stop himself, as he spun the familiar combination, from glancing toward Annie's old locker. He quickly looked away from it, and back toward his as he opened it.
Nick sat in his fifth hour class, thoroughly tired of the repetitiveness of school. As that class finally let out, he glanced out the window, and saw a familiar figure running toward the front doors of the school. He turned his head sharply and left the room in a rush, not believing his eyes. He didn't have any classes sixth or seventh hour, so he was free to go home, so he gratefully did so today. He stopped at his locker, only to drop his books in since he did not have any homework, and shut his locker. There, standing next to him, though he was unaware of it, was Annie Newton. She was staring at him in awe. She could not believe she was seeing him. She snapped back to her senses and followed him home.
Nick walked into his room, and flopped down onto his bed. After sitting still for a moment, he reached into his shirt and pulled out a long chain necklace with a pendant on the end. He played with it between his fingers, thinking idly. Suddenly, he heard someone say his name. He sat up and looked around. He started so violently that he nearly fell off his bed. There, standing in the middle of his room, was Annie. He blinked a few times and then said, "Annie?" Annie nodded.
She was trying to not freak him out, but she didn't seem to be doing a good job at it. "Nick? What's happening to me?" Annie finally asked. Nick stared for another moment before he said, "I...I don't know." He tried to collect his thoughts. "But, you're...dead!" he told her. "Apparently not. The doctor at the hospital couldn't see me, or hear me, or feel me. What's going on?" Annie murmured. Nick's eyes grew wide. "You are alive! You're just, not with your body right now," Nick jumped up from his bed. "We have to find your body, now!" He ran to her, and grabbed her hand to tug her out the door. She followed, not knowing what else to do.
Ok, this chapter is short because I'm busy and wanted to keep the updates frequent, so I will write more tonight! Please read my story, it will totally be worth it!