I Walk for Zoey → LEVEL 4+
“You know Sharla, you’re starting to look so much like your sister these da—“ “Can you not, Mom! I told you, I don’t want to be like her!”
The car ride home was quiet again, with only the gentle thudding of raindrops being heard. It was one of the few precious times Mom was actually free from work to pick me up, but the good mood was ruined already. I knew my temper wasn’t the best, but I couldn’t help it as I huffed and jumped out of the car as soon as Mom had parked.
Zoey was home. Like always. She turned to me when I set my bag down, her blonde locks, which I’ve always been envious of, sliding off her shoulder. I turned away with a frown and opened the fridge when she stutters out, “O-o-h h-hey! H-h-ho-how w-was s-s-schoo-schoo—“
“The same as
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It was already dark when I went downstairs, ready to go. The senior girls were going to come pick me up in their truck in around ten minutes. Putting on my shoes I called, “Mom! Mom! Can I go somewhere with some frien—“ “M-mo-mom’s n-n-not h-hom-e. S-she a-a-a-a—l-left f-f-or w-work.”
Looking over my shoulder, I saw Zoey standing at the kitchen doorway with a hot mug of coffee. Heaving my bag onto my shoulder I said, “Alright then, well, I’m going out with some friends to Sandmarve Cliff. Y’know, by the creek? I’ll probably be back tomorrow morning.”
Zoey’s eyes widened for some reason. Opening her mouth she stuttered, “N-n-no-o, y-y-ou c-c-an’t. Y-y-you d-di-didn-n’t e-even a-a-ask M-Mom” I frowned, irritated.
“Well I’m going and you can’t stop me.” A strong hand grabbed onto my upper arm as I turned to leave.
“S-s-sto-p! I s-s-say y-y-yy ca-c-c-an’t!” Roughly, I jerked my arm away. Harshly, I retorted, “And I said, you can’t stop me!” Her fingers frantically returned and gripped my shoulder. With her brows furrowed, she loudly demanded, “S-s-sta-stay h-h-here! I-I s-s-say y-y-you
She picked a seat in the way back, away from all the people. She silently stared out the window making a quiet list inside her head of all the things she had forgotten and all the people she remembered. Tears silently slid down her face as she remembered her aunt crying and cousins afraid of the dark in their house. She couldn’t do it anymore. It was the best for everyone she thought. Deep down though she knew how hard it would be for everyone to find out she was leaving. From her family’s tears, to the lady in the grocery store who was always so kind and remembered her name. She also knew how
Later, Zoey wakes up at the school with her grandma and the schools High Priestess and her future mentor, Neferet. She finds out that her Mark is filled in, which usually doesn't happen to fledglings, but follows her gut and doesn't say anything about the ...
A gust of air audibly exited my lungs as I opened the creaky door of my mother’s beat up four door car. Charley didn’t have the same spring in his step that was present in his youth, but he did his best to run over and hop in. I wish he didn’t try so hard. My heart sank as he made vain attempts at pulling himself into the vehicle. I bent down and gave him a little assistance. He was quick to turn around and look at me anxiously. He never felt comfortable if I wasn’t sitting with him. I took my place in the back seat and slowly closed the door.
Flash forward 6 years, and I’m waiting for my mom to pick me up from school. It was an interesting day for me, I would have usually taken the bus, but I had an after
The night before, I didn’t practice my English so I knew what to say. By now, I knew most of the words, so I would just let my heart guide me. Besides, my cramped old house, which is actually just a junky garage in an abandoned alley, is too small to let out my feelings. Once I got to school after a cold walk in the snow, I placed myself by her locker and waited. Fourteen minutes had gone by, and still no sign of Lily. I only had a minute to get to class now, so I hurriedly collected myself and ran to my locker. I was disappointed, knowing that without Lily here, it would be the hardest day of school. I opened my locker and to my surprise a note fell to the floor. I quickly picked it up and gazed at the neat handwriting that clearly spelled my name.
I woke up before dawn on a Saturday. I almost grumbled about the early hour when I remembered why I was up so early, Stephanie’s funeral. “Pull it together,” I thought to myself as I almost started crying. This was going to be a difficult day. My older sister, Sarah, and I pulled on our nice dresses and were out of the house by eight fifteen. We now had a long drive to our uncle’s house in Atlanta.
“Whoa. I did nothing,” I said, trying to hide the panic from my voice. “Just let me go. Please,” I said.
As I walked out of the courthouse and down the ramp, I looked at my mom in disappointment and embarrassment. Never wanting to return to that dreadful place, I slowly drug my feet back to the car. I wanted to curl up in a little ball and I didn't want anyone else to know what I had done. Gaining my composure, I finally got into the car. I didn't even want to hear what my mom had to say. My face was beat red and I was trying to hide my face in the palms of my hands because I knew what was about to come; she was going to start asking me questions, all of the questions I had been asking myself. Sure enough, after a short period of being in the car, the questions began.
It was around 8 o 'clock when we arrived to the beauty supply. I went inside and got everything that I needed. Once we were out, we walked to the bus stop near Central and Vernon. At that time, it was about to be n...
I stood at the end of the driveway with a bag of clothes and my little sisters by my side. My dad pulled up, we got in the truck, and we drove about 10 minutes until we got to his shop. This would seem like a normal day, but things were different this time. We weren 't at the shop to ride the four wheelers around or to play basketball in the garage or to mess with the pinball machines. There was a gloomy feel about everything around us. Even though I didn’t say anything, I knew things were changing.
The car was hot and stuffy when I slipped back into the driver's seat. I found the most depressing music I owned and drove out of Glenwood as the sun started to set. Two more hours until I was home, two more hours of thinking what a terrible day I had gone through, and two more hours of cussing myself for being so naïve. The drive was a long one.
“I have to tell my parents, but thanks,” I said before I closed the car door and walked to the front door of my house. What was I going to tell them? I knew my mother was going to be furious when I told her I let some boy into the house when both her and my father were out.
It was the second semester of fourth grade year. My parents had recently bought a new house in a nice quite neighborhood. I was ecstatic I always wanted to move to a new house. I was tired of my old home since I had already explored every corner, nook, and cranny. The moment I realized I would have to leave my old friends behind was one of the most devastating moments of my life. I didn’t want to switch schools and make new friends. Yet at the same time was an interesting new experience.
It was just another day of my life. The fourth ring of my alarm woke me up. As usual, I was not feeling to go in school. I slept a couple of more minutes.After while, the shine of the sun coming from the window woke me up.I slowly stretched my arms and slid out of bed. I brushed my teeth and took the shower. Downstair,my mother was calling me for breakfast.I was still undecided what should wear for school. After browsing for while I found something to wear,and finished getting myself ready for school. When I checked the clock, I was running late as usual, which was not a surprised. I quickly ate my half sandwich and left the rest of the sandwich on the table.I took my car key, jump in my black Lexus and made my way to school.During my way to school, I got a call from my friend John. John is my best friend since when we were in middle school. He told me that his car was broke down and he needed to ride to school. Fortunately, my friend house on my school way. I told my friend. I am on my way to pick you up from your house. As I got there, john come out from his house and jumped in my car. With sound of Drake singing and music blasting, it was a
When I got home I quickly got ready, I ironed my cap and gown, did my make-up and hair, and made my last phone call to Andrew. I called him right before I left and asked him if he was sure he did not want a ride. Again he responded politely and on my way I went. When I got to the high school everyone was taking pictures, laughing, and talking about how they were g...