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"Wow, he is really cute." I said looking through Meagan's yearbook.
"I told you!" She smiled, looking over my shoulder.
"Isn't he a little old for you?" I joked.
"Shut up! His is not."
"You're blocking my light." I said. She moved and went over to the record player.
"What's this?" She held up a record.
"Be careful, that's my "My Fair Lady" record!" I looked up from the smiling faces of her yearbook.
"Geez! We're a little over-protective aren't we?" She laughed and put the soundtrack back in its case. "Are these all yours?" She asked picking up a stack of about 10 records from my dresser.
"Yeah, my Aunt Kate buys me the soundtracks after we go and see the plays. I really like them." I loved my music, Broadway music; I couldn't get enough of it.
"Cool." She said plainly and put on "West Side Story". "I saw this movie once with my friend Haley," she continued, "I always did like the music."
I was really surprised that Meagan wanted to listen to my music. I'd never really though of her as the musical type. We spent the whole day singing and acting out songs. It was one of the best days I'd ever had and I can't even tell you why.
All day the thunder clouds had left and ominous feeling in the back of my throat and deep in my stomach, but I forced myself to ignore it until I couldn't any longer.
"Good afternoon, Miss Mattie." The friendly face of our elderly mailman looked up at me from the bottom of the front porch steps. I ran down the step and my eyes widened expectantly. "Sorry, but I don't see anything from your little friend today." He handed me the mail and my heart sunk.
"Thanks." I said softly and he turned and hobbled away.
"Don't be so depressed Mattie," Megan said and took a swig of her Pepsi, "He must just be a little busy."
"Maybe, but I don't think so." The wind blew through my hair and I took a soft strand between my fingers. The crimson color shined brilliantly in the afternoon sun. "I had a strange dream last night." I was really talking to myself, but after a moment of silence I continued. I felt a reason to tell Meagan about it. "I was in a crowd of people. There were some married couples, but mostly lone business people: scientists, dressed in white lab jackets, musicians, and many others." I could feel Meagan's eyes studying me as my eyes gazed at the furthest fence in the back field, but I wasn't really looking at it. "I was curious; I wanted to follow them all. Where were they going? Where did they come from? All of the sudden, they all split up and joined together in groups according to their jobs, to their lives, and all of them were calling me. I didn't know what to do, I wanted to go with them all, to tear myself into little pieces and be with them all. There was someone behind me. I couldn't here him, but I could feel his presence. I turned around, but I couldn't figure out who he was. He told me to come with him..."
"Then what happened?" Meagan startled me, making me jump. I had forgotten that she was there, listening to me ramble on.
"I don't know, I woke up." I felt really stupid and self conscious. What had been the point of telling her my psychotic dream? I was glad that I didn't tell her about my nightmare the night before that. That was the first time in 3 months that I had woken up shaking and calling for my best friend.
"Mattie, the phone's for you." Aunt Kate interrupted my thoughts.
"Who is it?" I asked eagerly, but I didn't wait for and answer, I ran inside. I knew it was Pony, it had to be. Who else would call me?
"Pony?" I asked, out of breath.
"No, Mattie. It's Sodapop." A lump had risen up into my throat. Soda seemed so sad, so out of character.
"Soda what's wrong?" My eyes glazed with tears. I was frightened, I couldn't hide it.
"Mattie calm down..."
"Soda what's wrong!" I yelled. Soda was taken aback; I was normally the quiet and calm type, but being kept in the dark was like sandpaper rubbing on my nerves.
Soda blubbered on about the murder of a guy named Bob, a church burning, a rumble, the death of two good friends, and a concussion. I couldn't think straight, I wished I hadn't even asked, maybe then it wouldn't have been true.
"I'm coming, Soda." I told him.
"Mattie, be sensible. You stay put, I'll call you tomorrow."
"You cannot really expect me to stay here do you?" I couldn't believe what he was saying.
"Stay where you are Mattie."
"Fine. Bye." I said.
"Promise..." But I hung up the phone, pretending I hadn't heard him.
I shrank to the hard wood floor. Dallas and Johnny, dead, my best friend, concussion. I couldn't get that information to sink into my head. My world was falling apart, and here I was thousands of miles away.
With no money, and no means of transportation, I ran upstairs, forgetting everything else, and began to pack for my departure from North Carolina.
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"Wow, he is really cute." I said looking through Meagan's yearbook.
"I told you!" She smiled, looking over my shoulder.
"Isn't he a little old for you?" I joked.
"Shut up! His is not."
"You're blocking my light." I said. She moved and went over to the record player.
"What's this?" She held up a record.
"Be careful, that's my "My Fair Lady" record!" I looked up from the smiling faces of her yearbook.
"Geez! We're a little over-protective aren't we?" She laughed and put the soundtrack back in its case. "Are these all yours?" She asked picking up a stack of about 10 records from my dresser.
"Yeah, my Aunt Kate buys me the soundtracks after we go and see the plays. I really like them." I loved my music, Broadway music; I couldn't get enough of it.
"Cool." She said plainly and put on "West Side Story". "I saw this movie once with my friend Haley," she continued, "I always did like the music."
I was really surprised that Meagan wanted to listen to my music. I'd never really though of her as the musical type. We spent the whole day singing and acting out songs. It was one of the best days I'd ever had and I can't even tell you why.
All day the thunder clouds had left and ominous feeling in the back of my throat and deep in my stomach, but I forced myself to ignore it until I couldn't any longer.
"Good afternoon, Miss Mattie." The friendly face of our elderly mailman looked up at me from the bottom of the front porch steps. I ran down the step and my eyes widened expectantly. "Sorry, but I don't see anything from your little friend today." He handed me the mail and my heart sunk.
"Thanks." I said softly and he turned and hobbled away.
"Don't be so depressed Mattie," Megan said and took a swig of her Pepsi, "He must just be a little busy."
"Maybe, but I don't think so." The wind blew through my hair and I took a soft strand between my fingers. The crimson color shined brilliantly in the afternoon sun. "I had a strange dream last night." I was really talking to myself, but after a moment of silence I continued. I felt a reason to tell Meagan about it. "I was in a crowd of people. There were some married couples, but mostly lone business people: scientists, dressed in white lab jackets, musicians, and many others." I could feel Meagan's eyes studying me as my eyes gazed at the furthest fence in the back field, but I wasn't really looking at it. "I was curious; I wanted to follow them all. Where were they going? Where did they come from? All of the sudden, they all split up and joined together in groups according to their jobs, to their lives, and all of them were calling me. I didn't know what to do, I wanted to go with them all, to tear myself into little pieces and be with them all. There was someone behind me. I couldn't here him, but I could feel his presence. I turned around, but I couldn't figure out who he was. He told me to come with him..."
"Then what happened?" Meagan startled me, making me jump. I had forgotten that she was there, listening to me ramble on.
"I don't know, I woke up." I felt really stupid and self conscious. What had been the point of telling her my psychotic dream? I was glad that I didn't tell her about my nightmare the night before that. That was the first time in 3 months that I had woken up shaking and calling for my best friend.
"Mattie, the phone's for you." Aunt Kate interrupted my thoughts.
"Who is it?" I asked eagerly, but I didn't wait for and answer, I ran inside. I knew it was Pony, it had to be. Who else would call me?
"Pony?" I asked, out of breath.
"No, Mattie. It's Sodapop." A lump had risen up into my throat. Soda seemed so sad, so out of character.
"Soda what's wrong?" My eyes glazed with tears. I was frightened, I couldn't hide it.
"Mattie calm down..."
"Soda what's wrong!" I yelled. Soda was taken aback; I was normally the quiet and calm type, but being kept in the dark was like sandpaper rubbing on my nerves.
Soda blubbered on about the murder of a guy named Bob, a church burning, a rumble, the death of two good friends, and a concussion. I couldn't think straight, I wished I hadn't even asked, maybe then it wouldn't have been true.
"I'm coming, Soda." I told him.
"Mattie, be sensible. You stay put, I'll call you tomorrow."
"You cannot really expect me to stay here do you?" I couldn't believe what he was saying.
"Stay where you are Mattie."
"Fine. Bye." I said.
"Promise..." But I hung up the phone, pretending I hadn't heard him.
I shrank to the hard wood floor. Dallas and Johnny, dead, my best friend, concussion. I couldn't get that information to sink into my head. My world was falling apart, and here I was thousands of miles away.
With no money, and no means of transportation, I ran upstairs, forgetting everything else, and began to pack for my departure from North Carolina.
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