Post by Chesa on Jan 17, 2011 21:52:48 GMT -5
Once there was a girl. She was a girl like any other. She had a mother, a father, a brother, and a dog. She lived in a nice two story house, with a plantation porch and pretty white shutters. Her lovely little house sat on the banks of a river, where it seemed to be spring time all year round. Her day started out simply. She woke up at seven, and went down stairs to the large, open kitchen where her family was eating breakfast. She would always have the same thing. A bowl of fresh cut strawberries, a slice of toast with just a smidgen of butter and a tall glass of milk.
By seven thirty she was on her way to school. She did well in class, was fairly well liked, and was always on one sports team or another. Sports practice always started at two-thirty, no matter what the team, and she was always back home by five, ready to eat dinner. After dinner she'd do homework for two hours, and then, just as the sun was setting, she'd go sit out on the porch, facing the river.
She would sit in her swing chair and stair at across the river, to the house that was just across from hers, and on the porch facing the river, sat a boy. Every day at the same time, both you'd come and sit on the porch. She would walk out onto the porch and smile at him broadly, and he would smile back. If she spoke loudly enough, he could hear her, and they would talk as the sun sunk in the sky, and when it was too dark to make out his face anymore, She would say goodnight to the boy, and return to her room.
It seemed like her days were perfect, but slowly she started to grow upset when she spoke with the boy. She knew he was growing upset too, but for when he spoke he would growl under his breath, or start snapping for no reason. It made her heart ache when he did, and soon talking wasn't enough. She longed to be with the boy across the river, and the boy longed to be with her.
She talked about visiting him across the river, but he would just snap, and say that it would never happen, but she could see that the boy wanted to be on her side of the river just as bad as she wished to be on his.
The more time that passed the more things started to change. She was still on the sports teams, but she never felt like she was doing good. Her school work was still ok, but she felt like she was failing, and the days that seemed to always be warm and sunny started to grow colder, and darker, and the sun would set earlier and earlier, leaving less time to talk to the boy.
One day the boy shouted at her for the first time. He shouted that he hated his house, and his family, and his side of the river. He shouted that he wanted to be with the girl, on her side of the river, and that the stupid river was just getting in the way, and suddenly, before the Girl could stop him, he dove into the waters of the river. Though as the boy swam he seemed to get further and further away from her, until he washed up on the shores of his own side of the river again. He let out a furious growl at the sky and trudged into the waters again, taking long powerful strides in the water, pulling himself towards the girl, but again, he washed up on the shore of his side, not hers. The girl called to him, shouting at him to just calm down and stop trying, but he shouted and tried again, though by now the water was growing more choppy. The waves grew large and swallowed the boy, spitting him back out. The girl shouted and called and cried for him to stop trying, but he kept trying for her, each time washing, looking more and more defeated, until finally, he didn't wash up at all. A great wave of the river reached around him, grasping him like a great hand, pulling him into a loving embrace.
The storm started to quiet, and the girl started at the river as it grew calm and silent. She laughed once, a short “ha!” escaping her, and then another, and another, until they flooded from her body in a continuous stream, until her mother came into the room. “What's so funny darling?” Her mother asked. “Oh nothing Mom,” the girl responded. “I just realized that no matter how bad you want something, you wont always get it,” She said. Her mother blinked, a bit confused, and then nodded at her. “I'm sure you'll find something similar at another store,” her mother said, nodding to herself, ignoring her daughters strange behavior. The girl stared back, and then wiped a single tear from her eye. “I don't know, it was one of a kind.”
By seven thirty she was on her way to school. She did well in class, was fairly well liked, and was always on one sports team or another. Sports practice always started at two-thirty, no matter what the team, and she was always back home by five, ready to eat dinner. After dinner she'd do homework for two hours, and then, just as the sun was setting, she'd go sit out on the porch, facing the river.
She would sit in her swing chair and stair at across the river, to the house that was just across from hers, and on the porch facing the river, sat a boy. Every day at the same time, both you'd come and sit on the porch. She would walk out onto the porch and smile at him broadly, and he would smile back. If she spoke loudly enough, he could hear her, and they would talk as the sun sunk in the sky, and when it was too dark to make out his face anymore, She would say goodnight to the boy, and return to her room.
It seemed like her days were perfect, but slowly she started to grow upset when she spoke with the boy. She knew he was growing upset too, but for when he spoke he would growl under his breath, or start snapping for no reason. It made her heart ache when he did, and soon talking wasn't enough. She longed to be with the boy across the river, and the boy longed to be with her.
She talked about visiting him across the river, but he would just snap, and say that it would never happen, but she could see that the boy wanted to be on her side of the river just as bad as she wished to be on his.
The more time that passed the more things started to change. She was still on the sports teams, but she never felt like she was doing good. Her school work was still ok, but she felt like she was failing, and the days that seemed to always be warm and sunny started to grow colder, and darker, and the sun would set earlier and earlier, leaving less time to talk to the boy.
One day the boy shouted at her for the first time. He shouted that he hated his house, and his family, and his side of the river. He shouted that he wanted to be with the girl, on her side of the river, and that the stupid river was just getting in the way, and suddenly, before the Girl could stop him, he dove into the waters of the river. Though as the boy swam he seemed to get further and further away from her, until he washed up on the shores of his own side of the river again. He let out a furious growl at the sky and trudged into the waters again, taking long powerful strides in the water, pulling himself towards the girl, but again, he washed up on the shore of his side, not hers. The girl called to him, shouting at him to just calm down and stop trying, but he shouted and tried again, though by now the water was growing more choppy. The waves grew large and swallowed the boy, spitting him back out. The girl shouted and called and cried for him to stop trying, but he kept trying for her, each time washing, looking more and more defeated, until finally, he didn't wash up at all. A great wave of the river reached around him, grasping him like a great hand, pulling him into a loving embrace.
The storm started to quiet, and the girl started at the river as it grew calm and silent. She laughed once, a short “ha!” escaping her, and then another, and another, until they flooded from her body in a continuous stream, until her mother came into the room. “What's so funny darling?” Her mother asked. “Oh nothing Mom,” the girl responded. “I just realized that no matter how bad you want something, you wont always get it,” She said. Her mother blinked, a bit confused, and then nodded at her. “I'm sure you'll find something similar at another store,” her mother said, nodding to herself, ignoring her daughters strange behavior. The girl stared back, and then wiped a single tear from her eye. “I don't know, it was one of a kind.”