The sky seemed to darken as my shoes pounded against the sidewalk. Each thump was a reminder of a decision to make, a decision I willed to decide itself. To trust, or not to trust? I hope I can find an answer to my ponderance. __________________________________________ THREE DAYS EARLIER: The classroom buzzed with restlessness, everyone waiting for that bell to just ring. Aside from me. /Why do I have to be this way?/ That's a frequent thought in my ever busy mind. Shaking my head, I turn my attention to the clock. In the same instant, the bell rang. I winced. The sound always brought back painful memories... Following my class out of the room, I headed home. ___________________________________________ "We have something to tell you." The calmness of Mom's voice soothed my mind, though fear sparked up regardless. "Go on." I forced sureness into my tone, coaxing myself to thinking it was ordinary news. Mom took a deep breath. /Uh, oh./ "Something happened between Ellie's parents and us. I can't tell you what, but her dad quit her job and might move because of it." A sting throbbed through my mind, from an emotion that could not be held back. Why /me?/ I don't trust easily, and I never can. Having a friend is a rare thing. Now, its stripped away. "Will I ever see her again?" At this point, tears were threatening to come through. "I don't know." "Can you say what happened?" Mom hesitated. "I can't, but we are completely in the right. Don't worry." That command is impossible. ___________________________________________ My phone rang. Once. Twice. Three times. Ellie wouldn't pick up. She usually answered on the second ring. The second time I tried to call, her voice came through the line. "Alexa, I know why you are calling. Your parents did evil things to mine. I'm not allowed to see you ever again, and for a good reason. Goodbye." The call ended, as well as one hope I had. If my parents were being dramatic, maybe Ellie's wouldn't have- but it appears that this is perhaps too big a problem to ever be solved. But what is it? I went for a run to clear my head. The sky seemed to darken as my shoes pounded against the sidewalk. Each thump was a reminder of a decision to make, a decision I willed to decide itself. To trust, or not to trust? I hope I can find an answer to my ponderance. After all, only one side can be telling the truth- either my parents did something, or hers did. I should prod further- but I'm afraid of what I'd discover. Live in darkness ashamed and petrified, or live in light with shattered trust?
/___/ shows italics My entry for @janey2012 's contest! You can comment what you would decide in Alexa's shoes!
