Post by walktherainbows on Jan 31, 2012 9:21:32 GMT -5
Hello! A few shout outs
Thank you SomethingAboutTheStars and Greysongal97!!! Comments hugely appreciated and I hate Cam too but she'll get better i promise!!! XD
I watched the white building from the car window as i moved further and further away, i leaned back in the car, both arms free. I stared blankly ahead, focusing on the quiet street ahead of me.
I watch the lamp lights flicker on one by one as the sun disappeared behind a long row of houses. The car's ancient radio buzzed a little as i tuned it until i got what i wanted, soft haunting music that lets me relax.
I squeezed my eyes shut as I tried to think of how to tell Greyson the news. That it was a waste of time decoding the note, but what was that saying as one path opens another closes?
No, that's not it, it's something about doors. Argh, whatever its not important. I tried to drown my thoughts as the haunting music played on.
'Dee, honey, i'm going to stop here for a second. Lock the doors i'll be right back.' My mom's voice ringed through my ears. I mutely nodded, eyes still firmly shut.
I heard the car door open and close. I sighed, slowly opening my eyes. I looked around to see where my mom had stopped. The bank. I tried to resist turning my gaze to the crumpled piece of paper in my hand.
In the end, i could not stand it and i smoothed the yellow piece of paper out. It said on the middle of the paper At the top DELIA CHEYENNE MILLER in my father's large loopy writing. I let out a groan.
Great. More riddles. I'll let Greyson see it when i get back. I can't believe that this the thing that was so important. I closed my eyes again and i had a vision, well more like a flash back.
I stood over the piano bench before collapsing on my knees and unlocking it with one swift movement. As i opened it, a small crumpled note looked back at me.
I just stared at it, not able to believe that this was it. I would have examined every inch of it if my mom hadn't called me to get into the car to get my cast off.
I quickly picked it up and stuffed it into my pocket, determined to read it later only to be more confused.
As i opened my eyes,my hand immediately went up to the familiar key that i always wore around my neck on a silver chain and i gave it a tight squeeze like it would vanish any second.
I felt pins and needles creep up my right hand and i gave it an urgent shake. My fingers brushed the words on the note that look like they were hurriedly scribbled on and they lingered on my full name.
I mouthed the words of my name. Delia Cheyenne Miller. They felt unfamiliar in my mouth. I heard a soft knock on the car window. My head jerked up to see my mom looking incredibly tired and sad.
I beckoned for her to come in, for i had not locked the doors after all. She came in and threw herself into her seat as i slipped the note back into my pocket. 'What wrong mom?' I asked, trying to keep my tone light and casual.
'I can't. I just can't. I can't do this.' She cried out, burrowing her face in her hands and sobbing like a child, completely ignoring me. I sat there awkwardly,staring at my mom.
I have seen her cry before just never like this, normally she would brush it off and give me a small smile to indicate that it was OK but this time she collapsed in like there was no one there.
I hated these kind of situations, i was no help at all, my sister Cam,surprisingly was always the one for these kind of things, when all i would do was stare at them awkwardly but sometimes that works for people.
Sometimes,they need time on their own and i was sure that was what my mom wanted most now so i didn''t speak a word, i barely batted an eyelash through out her breakdown.
It was a long hour and when my eyelids started to get heavy and i started to drift off only did my mom seemed to have noticed me because she spoke my name.
'Delia.'
Thank you SomethingAboutTheStars and Greysongal97!!! Comments hugely appreciated and I hate Cam too but she'll get better i promise!!! XD
I watched the white building from the car window as i moved further and further away, i leaned back in the car, both arms free. I stared blankly ahead, focusing on the quiet street ahead of me.
I watch the lamp lights flicker on one by one as the sun disappeared behind a long row of houses. The car's ancient radio buzzed a little as i tuned it until i got what i wanted, soft haunting music that lets me relax.
I squeezed my eyes shut as I tried to think of how to tell Greyson the news. That it was a waste of time decoding the note, but what was that saying as one path opens another closes?
No, that's not it, it's something about doors. Argh, whatever its not important. I tried to drown my thoughts as the haunting music played on.
'Dee, honey, i'm going to stop here for a second. Lock the doors i'll be right back.' My mom's voice ringed through my ears. I mutely nodded, eyes still firmly shut.
I heard the car door open and close. I sighed, slowly opening my eyes. I looked around to see where my mom had stopped. The bank. I tried to resist turning my gaze to the crumpled piece of paper in my hand.
In the end, i could not stand it and i smoothed the yellow piece of paper out. It said on the middle of the paper At the top DELIA CHEYENNE MILLER in my father's large loopy writing. I let out a groan.
Great. More riddles. I'll let Greyson see it when i get back. I can't believe that this the thing that was so important. I closed my eyes again and i had a vision, well more like a flash back.
I stood over the piano bench before collapsing on my knees and unlocking it with one swift movement. As i opened it, a small crumpled note looked back at me.
I just stared at it, not able to believe that this was it. I would have examined every inch of it if my mom hadn't called me to get into the car to get my cast off.
I quickly picked it up and stuffed it into my pocket, determined to read it later only to be more confused.
As i opened my eyes,my hand immediately went up to the familiar key that i always wore around my neck on a silver chain and i gave it a tight squeeze like it would vanish any second.
I felt pins and needles creep up my right hand and i gave it an urgent shake. My fingers brushed the words on the note that look like they were hurriedly scribbled on and they lingered on my full name.
I mouthed the words of my name. Delia Cheyenne Miller. They felt unfamiliar in my mouth. I heard a soft knock on the car window. My head jerked up to see my mom looking incredibly tired and sad.
I beckoned for her to come in, for i had not locked the doors after all. She came in and threw herself into her seat as i slipped the note back into my pocket. 'What wrong mom?' I asked, trying to keep my tone light and casual.
'I can't. I just can't. I can't do this.' She cried out, burrowing her face in her hands and sobbing like a child, completely ignoring me. I sat there awkwardly,staring at my mom.
I have seen her cry before just never like this, normally she would brush it off and give me a small smile to indicate that it was OK but this time she collapsed in like there was no one there.
I hated these kind of situations, i was no help at all, my sister Cam,surprisingly was always the one for these kind of things, when all i would do was stare at them awkwardly but sometimes that works for people.
Sometimes,they need time on their own and i was sure that was what my mom wanted most now so i didn''t speak a word, i barely batted an eyelash through out her breakdown.
It was a long hour and when my eyelids started to get heavy and i started to drift off only did my mom seemed to have noticed me because she spoke my name.
'Delia.'