Chapter One: Once Upon A MoonA Chapter by Some Random Person.Did he ask you yet?I ran over to Elijah and Haylee’s
house and knocked on the door. Nathan answered. “Did he ask you yet?” Nathan
asked. “Who ask what?” I asked the boy. “Elijah asks you out, of course.”
Nathan replied. What the heck? “Are you kidding me?” I laughed at
the door attendant. “Not a chance. Did he ask you?”
Nathan persisted. “No, of course not. Why do you ask
such silly things, Nathan?” I asked, and then the doorway filled up with two
more people. “Thank God. It is getting boring. My Grandmother’s driving me up
the wall, and that’s not that easy to do.” Haylee and Elijah step out. We
linger on the porch for a while until Nathan gave up and went inside. Then we
started up the road, and then Haylee sat down for a minute. Elijah and I walked
a little more up the road in silence until he broke it. “Is that your
Grandfather?” He asked pointing to a blue minivan. “No. He’s still in Fayetteville
working,” I replied. Nathan’s question was lingering in my mind. “Oh,” he said, preoccupied in his thoughts. Silence fell between us as I
thought about Nathan’s question. What did he mean by ‘Has he asked you yet?’
Was he entirely kidding or did he think that Elijah was going to ask me out?
It’s killing me. I think that I’m going to go for it just being a joke. It’s
all a joke to get me paranoid and put me off edge. Let’s look at the bright side,
shall we? For one, Nathan is better than last year, that’s for sure. That’s a
bright side, don’t you think? Two, I’m back in Arkansas. That’s another, in my
opinion. We walked on and on, walking
aimlessly and in silence. Haylee joined us and the tree of us just walked up
and down streets to fill our boredom. Of course, it was hot. I was dripping
from sweat when I remembered that my grandparents bought popsicles. That was
one of our childhood favorites. “I have an idea!” I broke our
silence quite loudly, “I’ll be right back.” I started running back home, but
stopped, nearly tripping myself, “What, uh, color do you want?” I asked. “Color, Elizabeth? What do you mean
what color do we want?” Elijah asked. Seriously, after last year, you would
think that he’d remember that he could just use his head. “Popsicles, dumby. What color do
you want?” “Oh, uh, that. I’d have a blue or
green.” Does he have to choose my
favorite flavors? I love the blue ones and the green ones. The blue popsicles
were blue raspberry flavored, and the green ones are lime flavored. Then
there’s pink, which is pink lemonade, purple, grape, yellow, lemon, red, fruit
punch, and orange, which is orange. “Haylee?” I asked. “Pink or Red.” I went back into the house, grabbed
two blues and a red Popsicle, and cut them open. Then I ran back outside to my
friends and handed their flavors. We sat down at the curb of the road and ate
our popsicles in silence. I finished first, then Haylee, then Elijah. I
gathered the Popsicle wrappings, ran inside, and threw them into the trashcan.
Then I ran back outside and we talked quietly about what happened since I last
saw them, a year ago. We walked down the streets
aimlessly some more. Haylee got a little overheated, so she went inside. Great.
Leave me with someone who is doing nothing but walking. No talking about
anything. Then I thought, since he is not talking, I‘d start the conversation
with something he just keeps going on, and on and on about. Baseball, of
course. “How’s baseball been?” I asked. I
am not sure if he went back to playing on that field since Nathan’s abduction
last year. “Oh, we, uh, I, uh, quit playing
after Haylee’s abduction. My mom made me quit. She was afraid that they would
abduct me too,” Elijah replied. “That’s, uh, sad,” I replied. There
goes the conversation. “Yep.” We walked in silence some
more until Tiberius jumped up on me expecting me to catch him. “You want up?” I asked him in one
of those high pitch voices that people use when talking to babies, cats, or in
my case, dogs. “Come on, jump up, and jump up! Good boy, Tiberius!” I exclaimed
when he finally made it into my arms. Yeah….
Thank you. Now would you stop using that tone, Elizabeth? Tiberius
sent to me. I sighed. “Fine,” I replied in my
normal tone. “Ooh, you’re way too hot.” I put him down. He was as if The Sun
had a child, and Tiberius was that child! Wait a second. That did not make any
since. Well, he is overheated and needs water, nonetheless. Elijah cleared his throat. “Hey,
Elizabeth, Can I ask you something?” I nodded, but his face grew dim, and he
pulled my arm and ran away pulling me with him. What the heck, Elijah? We ran to downtown, him pulling my
arm the entire way. After getting my breath back, I yelled, “What the heck was
that for?” “I saw Shelby and Gertinald’s car.
They’re back, Lizzie, back, and making more mischief than ever.” Thanks for
that. Now I have a painful, nearly ripped off left arm and a freaking killer on
my trail. In addition, I just got back. How that for exciting? © 2011 Some Random Person.Author's Note
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