Lucid Waking

Archive for March 24th, 2010

To Look for America (2)

        That night she couldn’t sleep. She held on to the letter under her pillow as she tried to block out her parent’s arguing from the kitchen. Bree knew it was about her; if they ever fought about anything it had to do with her. She rolled over to face the wall. They had argued about her almost regularly for the past few days ever since Bree had gotten the letter in the mail. She wanted to go; she wanted to be something; something besides a farmer, stay-at-home mom, or waitress. She wanted more than anything the opportunity to be unique.
        She heard her father storm passed her door. The house was silent for a while and then she heard her mother’s footsteps as she made her way to their bedroom. Bree heard her bedroom door open and she pretended to be asleep. Her mother made a small sigh and then closed to the door again and continued to her bedroom. A cold tear gently cascaded across Bree’s nose bridge. Trying not to cry, she shut her eyes tight and eventually went to sleep.

        The next morning went as predicted. Her mother woke her up slightly late so she had no time to do her hair or makeup before school. The conservative jeans, tee shirt, and running shoes were placed on the chair at the end of the bed for her to wear. She had just enough time to shower, eat, and get dressed before she was running out the door to catch the school bus that picked up the students a mile down the road.
        Even though she had woken up late, she arrived at the bus stop on time and stood with her hands in her pockets for someone to join her in waiting for the bus. She didn’t have to wait long; soon she was joined by another individual, looking just as disgruntled at the school morning as she. Luckily, it was precisely the person she was hoping to see. And even more luck still, it seemed like they were going to be alone for a while.

Author’s comments on post 370: I really like the story so far, if I do say so myself. Unfortunately, you’ll have to wait and see who joins her at the bus stop. I’m just evil like that. "The Wanderers" tomorrow.