Finally I've gotten a chance to get back to this story...sigh I was really trying to avoid from ending it so soon, but since I plan on writing a sequel to it. I might as well end it now, but I'll post this before I go see Tomb Raider tomorrow. So before I get on to another subject, here's the chapter you've all been waiting for. Thank you to all who have sent in reviews to this story.
"Mom what are we doing here?" Amara asked now noticing the familiar direction her mother was driving in. Carla glanced at her daughter. "Like I've said before Amara, it's a surprise." Amara sighed. "Mom what does going to the high school have any thing to do with my surprise?" "Wait and see dear." "Mom why don't you just tell me what your up to?" "I most certainly will not," Carla said driving around to the gym's parking lot. "Will get lost in this place." "No we wont, I attended this school when I was your age." Amara looked at her mother. "Yeah, but wasn't that a long time ago?" "AMARA!" "What?" "Come on or will get locked in," Carla said getting out of the car. Amara unfastened her seat belt and opened the car door on her side. She glanced at her wristwatch. "Mom if we don't hurry, I'll be late for the... Amara instantly cut her self off once she noticed that her mother was nowhere in sight.
"Where could she have gone," she thought out loud. The parking lot was deserted, so she knew her mother couldn't have gone off with any one. 'This is crazy, she wondered off somewhere and left me here by my self,' Amara thought. ' I better find her before she gets lost.' Amara walked to the main entrance of the school's gym and turned the doorknob. She stepped inside the dark lobby. "Where are the lights?" she said to herself while passing by a trophy case. Suddenly all of the lights in the case popped on. Amara thought nothing of this until a certain trophy in the case caught her eye. It was plated fully in gold and on the trophy it read. 'Awarded to Carla Dixon, for the highest record of hurtling and sprinting. 'Carla Dixon?.........Wait a minute that's.......... "I see you've found out my secret," a voice interrupted her thoughts. Amara turned around to see her mother standing right next to her. "Mom you ran track?" Amara said not believing what she had just read. Carla smiled at her warmly. "Its hard to believe isn't it?"
Amara eyes were still on the trophy that was before her. "I would have never guessed it," she admitted without looking at her mother. "Your father said the same thing, when I first met him," Carla announced now drawing her attention to her trophy. "Why?" "Because every time he saw me I was involved in cosmetics or the schools yearly fashion show. I only stayed in track for three years." Amara turned around and looked at her mother. "Then why did you quiet, you were on the top of the carts." Carla sighed. "Your grand parents made me choose between track or cosmetology. I couldn't bear to let cosmetology go like your grand mother did, so I chose that." 'Big mistake on that one', Amara thought. "So you quit track just to keep your mom happy?" she asked. Carla smiled. "That was pretty dumb wasn't it? I could have gotten a better scholar ship in that than cosmetology right?" Amara didn't comment on that one, this was already shaping out to be on weird surprise for her. "You ran track, then why didn't you want me to sign up for it?" she began.
"Amara I always thought of you as being the daughter that wouldn't end up bring back old memories of what I could have accomplished. Seeing you sign up for track, reminded me of what I could have done, I guess that's why I tried to change your mind and who you are. I admit I worry about you some times, but that's just what us parents do, especially when their only daughter isn't what they exactly expected," Carla explained. "So does this mean you played other sports too?" Amara inquired changing the subject. "I used to play soft ball and some street hockey if that's what you mean." "Street hockey mom?" "What's the matter you don't believe your mom can play street hockey." "No, it's just that, it doesn't sound like you." "Now doesn't that show how much you know about your mother," Carla commented. "You never mentioned it to me," Amara retorted. " Well of course I didn't, it would have only given you an excuse to keep on participating in sports when I told you not to. But now I see that really didn't make a difference now, did it Amara?"
Amara looked at her mother strait in the eye. "You didn't think I'd give up that easy did you?" Carla laughed. "No dear I don't think you would have given up that easy, after all you are your father's daughter, but still Amara you didn't have to do what you did." "You wouldn't listen to me." "I know and I'm sorry for not doing that. You forgive me for that right?" Carla asked embracing her daughter. "Yeah I do," Amara answered once her mother had let her go. Amara could see an unshed tear in her mother's eye. "Well I guess we need to hurry, we don't want you late for your first meet," Carla said taking a step back from the trophy case. Mother and daughter's eyes were still planted to the case that was standing before them. "Amara I want you to promise me something," Carla began. "What?" Amara asked. "Never quit racing the wind." Amara looked at her mother from the corner of her eye, she couldn't believe what her mother had just said. She wanted to ask if her mother was feeling well. "I mean that," Carla told her before turning around from the case.
"Mom............... "Come on Amara, or you'll be late, I don't want to have to fuss that coach of yours out just because you're late." "Ok," Amara said turning around from the trophy case. The two walked out of the gym's lobby without saying a word to each other. "Mom where like me when you were my age?" Amara asked curiously. "Not exactly, I wouldn't consider my self to be," Carla thought out loud trying to come up with a good answer. "Yeah, but does that mean you were, or not?" "Amara why are you asking me that for?" "I want to know." "Why?" "Can't I ask you question and you answer it honestly?" "I did answer it honestly, I didn't just tell you a lie." "Mom just answer the question," Amara sighed once they were in the car and driving to the junior high school. Carla drove to the main entrance and looked at her daughter.
"All right, I'll admit I was........... A little bit." Amara smiled at her mother. "So when did you get involved with dresses. "I refuse to be reminded about that." "Please... just tell me." "Your grand mother and aunt convinced me." "So let me get this strait you were exactly......... "Not exactly like yours Amara, but I will admit back then my personality was similar to yours.........not totally, but similar." The car came to a stop near the gym's entrance and the track coach was standing right out side waiting for Amara. Amara opened the door to the car. "I love you mom, she said hugging Carla before she got out. "I love you too and Amara don't over do it out there tonight." "I won't mom, see you on the track. Probably some time will have to race against each other." "I look forward to that, will be able to see who's faster than the wind." Amara picked up her gym bag and smiled at her mother. "Will see about that mom...............will see."
What did you think? I might just change the ending of thought, because I'm not fully satisfied with it. So what did you think? Please write a review and remember my email address is sailorujv17@hotmail.com. Thanks to every one who have reviewed this story and have enjoyed it since the first the chapter all the way to the last. I really enjoyed writing it and I have no doubt there will be several other Amara fics that I will write in the future too. I know you can't wait for that.
"Mom what are we doing here?" Amara asked now noticing the familiar direction her mother was driving in. Carla glanced at her daughter. "Like I've said before Amara, it's a surprise." Amara sighed. "Mom what does going to the high school have any thing to do with my surprise?" "Wait and see dear." "Mom why don't you just tell me what your up to?" "I most certainly will not," Carla said driving around to the gym's parking lot. "Will get lost in this place." "No we wont, I attended this school when I was your age." Amara looked at her mother. "Yeah, but wasn't that a long time ago?" "AMARA!" "What?" "Come on or will get locked in," Carla said getting out of the car. Amara unfastened her seat belt and opened the car door on her side. She glanced at her wristwatch. "Mom if we don't hurry, I'll be late for the... Amara instantly cut her self off once she noticed that her mother was nowhere in sight.
"Where could she have gone," she thought out loud. The parking lot was deserted, so she knew her mother couldn't have gone off with any one. 'This is crazy, she wondered off somewhere and left me here by my self,' Amara thought. ' I better find her before she gets lost.' Amara walked to the main entrance of the school's gym and turned the doorknob. She stepped inside the dark lobby. "Where are the lights?" she said to herself while passing by a trophy case. Suddenly all of the lights in the case popped on. Amara thought nothing of this until a certain trophy in the case caught her eye. It was plated fully in gold and on the trophy it read. 'Awarded to Carla Dixon, for the highest record of hurtling and sprinting. 'Carla Dixon?.........Wait a minute that's.......... "I see you've found out my secret," a voice interrupted her thoughts. Amara turned around to see her mother standing right next to her. "Mom you ran track?" Amara said not believing what she had just read. Carla smiled at her warmly. "Its hard to believe isn't it?"
Amara eyes were still on the trophy that was before her. "I would have never guessed it," she admitted without looking at her mother. "Your father said the same thing, when I first met him," Carla announced now drawing her attention to her trophy. "Why?" "Because every time he saw me I was involved in cosmetics or the schools yearly fashion show. I only stayed in track for three years." Amara turned around and looked at her mother. "Then why did you quiet, you were on the top of the carts." Carla sighed. "Your grand parents made me choose between track or cosmetology. I couldn't bear to let cosmetology go like your grand mother did, so I chose that." 'Big mistake on that one', Amara thought. "So you quit track just to keep your mom happy?" she asked. Carla smiled. "That was pretty dumb wasn't it? I could have gotten a better scholar ship in that than cosmetology right?" Amara didn't comment on that one, this was already shaping out to be on weird surprise for her. "You ran track, then why didn't you want me to sign up for it?" she began.
"Amara I always thought of you as being the daughter that wouldn't end up bring back old memories of what I could have accomplished. Seeing you sign up for track, reminded me of what I could have done, I guess that's why I tried to change your mind and who you are. I admit I worry about you some times, but that's just what us parents do, especially when their only daughter isn't what they exactly expected," Carla explained. "So does this mean you played other sports too?" Amara inquired changing the subject. "I used to play soft ball and some street hockey if that's what you mean." "Street hockey mom?" "What's the matter you don't believe your mom can play street hockey." "No, it's just that, it doesn't sound like you." "Now doesn't that show how much you know about your mother," Carla commented. "You never mentioned it to me," Amara retorted. " Well of course I didn't, it would have only given you an excuse to keep on participating in sports when I told you not to. But now I see that really didn't make a difference now, did it Amara?"
Amara looked at her mother strait in the eye. "You didn't think I'd give up that easy did you?" Carla laughed. "No dear I don't think you would have given up that easy, after all you are your father's daughter, but still Amara you didn't have to do what you did." "You wouldn't listen to me." "I know and I'm sorry for not doing that. You forgive me for that right?" Carla asked embracing her daughter. "Yeah I do," Amara answered once her mother had let her go. Amara could see an unshed tear in her mother's eye. "Well I guess we need to hurry, we don't want you late for your first meet," Carla said taking a step back from the trophy case. Mother and daughter's eyes were still planted to the case that was standing before them. "Amara I want you to promise me something," Carla began. "What?" Amara asked. "Never quit racing the wind." Amara looked at her mother from the corner of her eye, she couldn't believe what her mother had just said. She wanted to ask if her mother was feeling well. "I mean that," Carla told her before turning around from the case.
"Mom............... "Come on Amara, or you'll be late, I don't want to have to fuss that coach of yours out just because you're late." "Ok," Amara said turning around from the trophy case. The two walked out of the gym's lobby without saying a word to each other. "Mom where like me when you were my age?" Amara asked curiously. "Not exactly, I wouldn't consider my self to be," Carla thought out loud trying to come up with a good answer. "Yeah, but does that mean you were, or not?" "Amara why are you asking me that for?" "I want to know." "Why?" "Can't I ask you question and you answer it honestly?" "I did answer it honestly, I didn't just tell you a lie." "Mom just answer the question," Amara sighed once they were in the car and driving to the junior high school. Carla drove to the main entrance and looked at her daughter.
"All right, I'll admit I was........... A little bit." Amara smiled at her mother. "So when did you get involved with dresses. "I refuse to be reminded about that." "Please... just tell me." "Your grand mother and aunt convinced me." "So let me get this strait you were exactly......... "Not exactly like yours Amara, but I will admit back then my personality was similar to yours.........not totally, but similar." The car came to a stop near the gym's entrance and the track coach was standing right out side waiting for Amara. Amara opened the door to the car. "I love you mom, she said hugging Carla before she got out. "I love you too and Amara don't over do it out there tonight." "I won't mom, see you on the track. Probably some time will have to race against each other." "I look forward to that, will be able to see who's faster than the wind." Amara picked up her gym bag and smiled at her mother. "Will see about that mom...............will see."
What did you think? I might just change the ending of thought, because I'm not fully satisfied with it. So what did you think? Please write a review and remember my email address is sailorujv17@hotmail.com. Thanks to every one who have reviewed this story and have enjoyed it since the first the chapter all the way to the last. I really enjoyed writing it and I have no doubt there will be several other Amara fics that I will write in the future too. I know you can't wait for that.