Your writing discussion
Writing U-Z
>
Wolffang's Writing
date
newest »
newest »
"Mom," I started but stopped. It could tell she that she was scared. Terrified. The look in her eyes scared me more than the car befhind us. Her deep brown eyes were scared, but they seemed to be saying sorry. Sorry for what? I thought. I'm not sure if she saw the car or not behind us, but she drove, nonetheless. She drove away like a mad woman. She never speeds. We passed Emily's house. She drove onto the highway. We drove out of town. I had no idea where she was going. After a few miles, I decied to say something. The adrialine in my viens didn't help anything. "Mom, where are we going?!" I asked in a worried tone. We were driving at a normal speed now.
"We're going somewhere a long ways away." My mom said calmly. Minutes went by. She didn't even glance at me. "Mom? What about Dad and Sarah?" Sarah's my younger sister. A tear rolled down her check. Somehow, I knew the answer before she said it. "It's too late," she whispered. "Why? Why so young? Why now? It doesn't make sense." Mom mumbled to herself. She looked up at me. Again, her eyes seemed to be saying sorry. I was freaked out. What on Earth was going on? Suddenly an adventure didn't seem like a good idea.
Chapter 2I pulled out my cell. I flipped it open. First I planed to call my dad and sister, then the police. But before I could even push down the first number, my mom ripped my krazer out of my hands. I did NOT see that coming. She placed it on the thing between the seats so she could keep an eye on it. What was she doing?!?! I thought. My anger was boiling up inside me.
I sat with my arms crossed and stared out my window. My mom was denfinitly going insane. What else could explain her behavoier. While I was thinking of the smartest way to confront mom, my phone rang.
'Breakaway. I spread my wings and I learn how to fly,'
My mom looked at the phone, with angry and confuzed looks on her face. It said Emily on the front screen. Just before she could grab it, I reached for it and flipped it open.
"Hello?" I said.
"Thank God!" Emily exclaimed. "Where are you Brooke?"
"Somewhere in the countryside. We're on Butterfield-"
My mom yanked the phone out of my hands. Then she threw it out her open window.
"Mom! What are you doing?!?!" I yelled.
"It's for the best Brooke, trust me." my mom said calmly as ever. Who did she think she was, throwing my phone away like that?!? My mom, I answered myself bitterly.
"Well I DON'T trust you! You just threw my phone out the window!" I couldn't control my anger. My fists clenched.
"Brooke, you need to calm down. Please. I don't want them to take you away," she said. Her vocie cracked on the last word. She started to cry. Suddenly, I wanted to comfort her but two things held me back. First, I was still very angry. And second, terror froze me up. Who was going to take me away? Why would someone want to?
We drove for the longest time. We left our house around 4:50, when my mom got home from work. Now it was 7 o'clock. I think I fell asleep after a while but I couldn't remember. All that was out side was cornfeilds. How dull.
I woke up one day. I woke up because my parents threw water on me. The day felt like any other day. I got up. I was like a zombie for the first few minutes of getting ready. I brushed my teeth, got dressed, skipped breakfest. The norm. It only takes me five minutes to ready, how? Well, by years and years of pratcie. I got in the van with my dad. I sat impatiently while I waited for my little sister to come out. Why does she always take so long to get ready? I thought. Finally, we were at school. I went through my classes like any other day. Took a math quiz, dodged volleyballs during gym, wrote a paragraph on how we 8th graders dissevered gum, stared at my crush during lunch. Just another boring day. Or so I thought.
Who am I? Well it's about time you asked. I'm Brooke Ann Robertson of course. Haven't you heard about me before? I bet not. It's kind of depressing if you think about it. Humans live their short lives, then they die and everyone forgets about them. So what's life even for? To die? That's stupid, don't you think? Anyways, I'm not here to talk about my opinion on life, I'm here to tell you a story. What kind of story? Well, I don't even know. But you should read it all the same.
So there I was, at lunch, thinking about him. My old crush. Matt. He was so cute, sitting there with his friends, laughing and having a good time. I used to talk to him all the time last year. We were really good friends. I knew that he liked me, all his friends told me, but once he found out that I liked him, well things changed. Changed for the worse. How I hate that word, change. He ignorned me day in and day out. I cried only once about it. If we both liked each other, you'd think he'd ask me out? That's what I thought too. I guess he just wasn't ready for a relationship, I decied. But we were 7th graders, I argued with my self. We're old enough, I used to say. I thought it wouldn't get any worse, but it did. He started making fun of me in class, so I could her him too. He cheated off of my answers and kicked my chair all period long. So, now a year later in 8th grade, did I still like him? No. He was an jerk who deserved to die, but a cute jerk. Emily snapped me back to reality.
"I thought you didn't like him anymore," she said sarcasticly. She was the bestest most closest friend I had. We had meet in the 6th grade and we instinly became best friends. She knew that I didn't like him.
"I don't like him, or anyone else. You know that."
She smiled at me. "Yeah, I know you know that I know."
I laughed. Oh, how things are different now. I miss the times where I was normal. How could have things changed so fast?
We sat ate the table all by ourselves, even though we went to a well populated public school. Well, there was some other weird people on the other half of the table, but we never talked to them. We just kept to ourselves.
"I never liked him in the first place," I said.
"Sure you didn't," she said sacastily.
"Hey!"
She held up her hands surrendering. "I was only agreeing with you," I saw the grin she tried to hide.
"Whatever," I said grining back.
I went through the rest of my school day. Things were so boring back then. I walked home with my sister while reading a book, like always. Whenever I was reading a good book, it was impossible for me to get my nose out of it. Another thing you should know about me is I hate change. If I could, I would of repeated the 7th grade year over and over again. It was a good year, last year. Nothing extremly bad happened, nothing good happened. But yet somehow, I craved adventure. Whenever I went hiking in the woods, I felt a small thrill of adventure. What's life without adventure? But hiking wasn't enough. I craved for something even more exciting to happen to me. And not something stupid like getting a boyfriend or anything. I wanted to be remembered for who I was so I would never die. And I guess thinking back on it, I don't regret anything.
Once we were home, I practiced my archery till my mom got home. See, I can't leave my 11-year-old sister at home by herself without getting me grounded. I had to wait till my mom got home before I could go anywhere. I shoot at the target for an hour and a half. I had a long backyard so I could walk to all the different lenghs I needed to practice. I loved shooting those arrows. I was a pretty good shot too. I could het the target almost every time. Once I even shot and killed a squirrel. For that moment on, I decided that I hated all squirrels so I wouldn't feel bad for killing one. Finally, my mom got home. I put away my equiptment to help her bring in the groceries. She complimented my outfit and hair. I was wearing a pair of my most comfortable jeans, my favorite green and also pretty Aeropostal shirt, my green-bead dangly earrings, and my cross necklace. My hair was up in bun held up by a hair clippie thing that was also green. The green went well with my blue-green-gray eyes. And my wavy brown hair completed the effect. I looked awesome, if I do say so myself. (Except for my terrible acne, but let's not dwell on that.) Anyways, I thanked her and asked for a ride to Emily's house. It was Friday. I always went to Emily's on Friday, so she said yes. She drove me over. Well, she almost drove me over. Everything still was normal. Same old same old Friday.
On the way there, I was telling my mom about how I was ready to start archery lessons. She said no. No matter how much I begged it was still the same answer. She'd say, "We don't have the money now, Brooke. You know that your dad is sick." And every time I'd reply, "But Mom, you always buy everything Sarah wants." And it was true. She bought Sarah, my sister, everything! No matter what the price was. It truly made me mad. I just didn't understand her logic. It got to a point where I couldn't even shop with them anymore, because it made me so angry. Example: My sister didn't like our gaint T.V. so my mom went out to get a brand new, flat screne, HD telivison set. By the way, I hate my little sister. I do. I hate how adults are always like, "You'll be best friends some day!" For some reason, I really doubt that.
"Mom. I need the lessons. I can't live without them!"
"Brooke, I think that-"
She was inturupted. There was a huge boom behind us. Right behind us. My mom skidded our car to a stop. I franticly tried to look behind me. I twisted my body around so I could look out the back window. I gasped. Right behind our van was another car, and it was on fire.
"Oh, crap!" What an uninteigable thing to say.
The thing behind us, it wasn't even a car. It was a piece of metal. It once was a car but the top half was no where to be found. What does that to a car? I thought. I turned back towards my mom. She looked at me.