Post by kangaroo cry on Dec 31, 2009 17:59:22 GMT -5
OKAY, I just thought this was amusing. I wrote it a while ago, I see things that could be tons better, but I'm not editing them. Enjoy it, or don't. It's up to you. I don't think it's all that bad.
Whitney Hayes was a girl who just knew things. She didn’t have to study the things she knew, they were just always there in her mind. She wasn’t flauntingly talented or stunningly beautiful or numbingly brilliant, but she knew things better than anyone else. It was a trade-off, really. Because Whitney Hayes was never wrong.
She knew when to bring an extra sweater and when it would rain, for instance. She knew when a boy was going to break up with her. She knew why the sky always seemed just out of reach. She knew when something would make her sick, and when to take a sick day. She knew how many stars decorated the sky, and how many jellybeans were in the jars at the candy store.
And she knew that Adrian Donager was the boy she was meant to spend the rest of her life with.
The only problem was that Adrian had recently moved away, far away. Whitney was hardly able to talk to him anymore, and never saw him in person. Before he left Adrian had made a promise, though. A promise to come back for her.
But Whitney didn’t know that five letters just might break that promise.
A week Adrian had been gone, and Whitney received the first letter. She knew it was Adrian’s letter when she felt the envelope in her hands. Her heart lifted in a smile.
Dear Whitney, the letter began. Things are good here. The neighborhood is pretty nice. Today I finished unpacking my room.
Each and every word caused her heart to sink a little bit deeper into murky, muddy gloom. There was more to Adrian’s letter, more words to cling to her heart and drag it deeper into darkness. But none Whitney remembered.
That first letter was when Whitney knew that Adrian would not be coming back for her.
Over the span of five months, Whitney received three more letters from Adrian and sank deeper and deeper into a fog. His letters were only reminders now, reprimanding her for losing him. She missed the real Adrian, the one she had lost and would never see again. Five long months of wanting his letters and not wanting them at the same time.
One dim morning, Whitney looked in her mailbox to find a fifth letter from Adrian. She knew upon sight that this would be the last letter, the one to deliver his final words, and that made her break into tears. But she had to read the letter; it wasn’t a choice for her anymore.
Dear Whitney, the letter began. I can’t take it anymore. I haven’t seen you and I’m no good at letters. I can’t take another day. I’m taking the next train I can catch. I’m coming back.
That was as far as Whitney got before she knew that she had been wrong. Adrian loved her, and would always come back for her. Maybe she didn’t know as much as she thought.
“Whitney!”
Whitney knew who was calling her name before she even turned around.
Whitney Hayes was a girl who just knew things. She didn’t have to study the things she knew, they were just always there in her mind. She wasn’t flauntingly talented or stunningly beautiful or numbingly brilliant, but she knew things better than anyone else. It was a trade-off, really. Because Whitney Hayes was never wrong.
She knew when to bring an extra sweater and when it would rain, for instance. She knew when a boy was going to break up with her. She knew why the sky always seemed just out of reach. She knew when something would make her sick, and when to take a sick day. She knew how many stars decorated the sky, and how many jellybeans were in the jars at the candy store.
And she knew that Adrian Donager was the boy she was meant to spend the rest of her life with.
The only problem was that Adrian had recently moved away, far away. Whitney was hardly able to talk to him anymore, and never saw him in person. Before he left Adrian had made a promise, though. A promise to come back for her.
But Whitney didn’t know that five letters just might break that promise.
A week Adrian had been gone, and Whitney received the first letter. She knew it was Adrian’s letter when she felt the envelope in her hands. Her heart lifted in a smile.
Dear Whitney, the letter began. Things are good here. The neighborhood is pretty nice. Today I finished unpacking my room.
Each and every word caused her heart to sink a little bit deeper into murky, muddy gloom. There was more to Adrian’s letter, more words to cling to her heart and drag it deeper into darkness. But none Whitney remembered.
That first letter was when Whitney knew that Adrian would not be coming back for her.
Over the span of five months, Whitney received three more letters from Adrian and sank deeper and deeper into a fog. His letters were only reminders now, reprimanding her for losing him. She missed the real Adrian, the one she had lost and would never see again. Five long months of wanting his letters and not wanting them at the same time.
One dim morning, Whitney looked in her mailbox to find a fifth letter from Adrian. She knew upon sight that this would be the last letter, the one to deliver his final words, and that made her break into tears. But she had to read the letter; it wasn’t a choice for her anymore.
Dear Whitney, the letter began. I can’t take it anymore. I haven’t seen you and I’m no good at letters. I can’t take another day. I’m taking the next train I can catch. I’m coming back.
That was as far as Whitney got before she knew that she had been wrong. Adrian loved her, and would always come back for her. Maybe she didn’t know as much as she thought.
“Whitney!”
Whitney knew who was calling her name before she even turned around.
