I see Atticus' eyes widen as the bell rings. He averts his gaze, gathering his belongings in a flash. Before I knew it, he was gone, just like my hopes and dreams of starting a romance with this boy. I hadn't realized how long we had been talking - it feels as though lunch had just started. I stand up from the table, disheartened, but not broken. Atticus hadn't outrightly rejected my kiss. The bell just startled him, that's all. That's all.
Despite my reassurances, the rest of the day goes by in a haze. I spend all of Cotton-Ginning 101 class dreaming about what could have been. How soft are his lips? What would he have looked like as I pulled back. I can just imagine it: Faces flushed with a tint of embarrassment.
My fantasies drift into more intimate scenarios that are far too mature for my age. I don't care, though. I'm not even paying attention to my cotton gin, I hear the teacher yell something at me. As I turn, I'm met with a loud:
SPLORT!
To my horror, my left hand gets jammed into my cotton gin. Upon seeing the blood and my crushed hand, my classmates scream. Pain shoots through my body like a burning fire. Is this the end? My mind grows fuzzy as I lose gallons of blood.
"Someone! Call an ambulance!" I hear faintly. I black out, but not before seeing a certain figure in the doorway.
Atticus stands there, with a look of shock, tears strolling down his face.
Author's Note: Well, after about half a year here's chapter 5. It took a lot of work and time to finish this one! We wanted to make it as real of possible. We really hope we captured that tragic ending :pppp
Threes to all of ya!
-May and Dasie