I bounded down the stairs, excitedly. Suddenly, all the nervous energy in me couldn't contain itself. I wondered what kinds of people I would meet, how many species of Pokémon I would encounter, the amount of battles I would win. I was in such a daze in my sense of euphoria that I nearly ran over my Mom.
"Oh, dear! Slow down there, Jacob Ryan Spinders, or else I might have to reconsider letting you go at all." I sighed. Dahlia Spinders: Motherly, overprotective... and sarcastic to no end. I often wonder how she thought the sarcasm was a good teaching style, but I had long grown used to it and learned to stop questioning her parenting technique. Even then, I knew I'd had a good childhood.
I looked up at her as she smirked. Her eyes were a Water blue, while her hair was a shock of Electric yellow, much like mine, except hers was curly. She smirked down at me, as it seemed that smirk was always glued onto her almost porcelain colored face, and spoke in her somehow always humorous voice. "Well, are you going to stand there or give your mother a hug before you leave me forever?" She raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glimmer in her eye, and placed her hands on her hips. I smiled and hugged her, tightly, as she wrapped her around me and hugged back.
We stayed like that for only a few seconds, but it felt like a lifetime. My mother often smelled like Lavender, and I had grown fond of the smell. I thought that it smelled a bit stronger that day, but I didn't mind. It may have lasted a lot longer than it did, but we were interrupted by my Dad.
"What? Dear old dad gets no love?" He smiled and chuckled heartily as me and Mom seperated and I began hugging him as well. Scott Spinders: My father, tough as nails, but gentle as a spring rain. His hair was Fire red, while his eyes were a Leaf green, and his skin was a tan color. He hugged me with strong arms, a strict contrast to my mother's, which were light and smooth. However, mother soon joined in too, and the three of us hugged silently, the contrasts coalescing into a beautiful, warm balance. When we finally let go, our eyes were all a bit wet, but no one said a word about it...
I smiled at the both of them, forgetting that I had to leave for a moment, but that moment soon ended as my Mom wiped her eyes as she had a surprised look on her face. "Oh, I almost forgot. We have a present for you. Don't we, Scott?" She looked at him with those playful eyes as he laughed heartily and ruffled my hair. "Indeed we do, Dahlia. Now, close your eyes, Spider." I rolled my eyes a bit. They had been calling me that long as I could remember. My mother once explained to me the reason behind that nickname; something to do with being able to spin a web from other people's stories, an ability to connect with people, and also being just furry and soft.
I closed my eyes and waited for about thirty seconds. Finally, I heard "Okay, son, open your eyes!" I did so and had a look of shock on my face. In front of me was the newest pair of sneakers, even faster than the ones I already had! They were a gray color with red and black streaks throughout. My parents smiled at me and my elation as my mother gestured. "Go ahead, try them on." I looked at them with unbelieving, then blinked and immediately tried on the shoes. I slipped off my black ones and slipped on the new gray ones, left foot first, then right.
They felt perfect, loose yet comfy, light but strong. I walked a few paces back and forth and they felt comfortable without flying off my feet. I figured I would be able to run in them easily.
I looked at my parents and gave them a wide grin. "They are perfect!" I hugged them both, separately once more, Mom, then Dad, saying to each of them an "I love you". Then I stepped back and happened to look at my watch. A look of concern crossed my face as I realized that I was going to be late. I smiled bashfully as I looked at my parents. "Well, I guess it's time to go..." Scott smiled and ruffled my hair once more. "Go get em, Spider!"
My mother then stepped forward and took my face in her hands. She stilled smelled like lavender, stronger than ever, and I breathed it in as she spoke to me in a soothing voice. For once, the shimmer in her eyes didn't seem as playful. "Son, I know you are going to do great things. I have spent the last ten years of my life taking care of you and I don't regret any of it. You are, by far, my greatest creation and the best son a mother could ask for. And I know that even when I'm not with you or you with me, then we will always be in each others hearts. I just hope that you do what you know is right. Never compromise your believes, do nothing I wouldn't approve of, but most of all...just live. I love you, Jacob."
Then my mom cried into my shoulder, lovely tears streaming down her cheeks. I let her and she soon let me go. I smiled at them, leaving behind three things I can never forget. My parents, my fondest and most cherished memory and that smell of sickly sweet lavender, growing ever stronger...
Looking back, I have been able to realizs sonething. Love is a strange emotion. It cannot be manufactured and rarely be faked. It's hard to gain,yet easy to lose. You never know what it feels like until you experience it, but each time you do its...different, like reading a book over and over, getting a new message or a new story each time. However, as rare as it is, it's unarguably the best emotion there is and of all the variations of love, a parent's seems to go above an beyond, being the most potent and pure kind there is...if only I could have held onto it a little longer...
Hello! It's Drew,the author. So, I tried to make this chapter longer, and I think I succeeded, but I realized that it's still pretty short. They will be getting longer once there's more content, since right now we are just starting out. Anywho, this time I've hidden 5 Easter Eggs in my writing. 4, I believe, are pretty obvious (even if they are a bit clunky). The fifth, however, is a bit more clever, I think, and is a foreshadowing of whatever happens next. Anywho, I hope I'm not boring you and that my writing is improving. Criticism, opinions, follow, review, yada yada yada, you know the drill. Okay, that's all for now peeps. See you for the next installment! *flashes peace sign, fades away*
