Directions

Writing assignment #3. Maybe a story can be borne of this?

Chris began to question the wisdom of this trip. Ok, it was her fault for forgetting her notebook and ok it was her fault for offering to pick it up from Matt’s house, but this was ridiculous. Everyone, even her annoying history teacher, knew how “directionally challenged” she was as her friends put nicely.

Matt’s directions weren’t much help either. Stupid Matt and your handwriting, she muttered under her breath as she tried to decipher his script. It wasn’t because it was horrible. In fact, it was so clean and curvy in the right places that she was practically blinded by the sheer neatness of it and tried her best to focus. Parking on a lone street in the shade, she turned off the engine and began to reread the notes.

“Head south for 500 ft until you find Ashwood St,” it told her.

What the heck does that mean? She thought frantically. She began to play with her dark blonde hair, a nervous habit of hers. North? 500 ft? What is this? The only reason she got this far was because she used to live close to here and recognized it until now.

She was still freaking out when a voice said beside her said, “Hey, lady.”

Looked up, she saw a good-looking man not much older than herself leaning against her open window with deep hazel eyes. His dark red-brown hair was short, barely past his ears, and a long strip fell to the sharp chin. He wore a black t-shirt that hugged his lean body and belted jeans that reached his dark sneakers.

“Need any help?” he asked.

“Ah, yes,” she said. She handed him the sheet. “Could you direct me?”

“Hmm…” he was quiet for a moment then, “you’re really not that far. See,” he straightened and gestured as he spoke, “just make a left from here and, at the big pine tree on the corner, make a right and you should be there.”

“Thank you so much,” she smiled. For the first time, she actually understood someone’s directions. She wondered why she did. Maybe it was the way he worded it.

His smile was warm in return and, as he handed her paper back, she felt something slip into her hand. Taking a look, it was her cell phone.

She searched through her bag next to her. Just to make sure, she opened the phone and, sure enough, there was her smiling pineapple background. “How did you do that?” she gasped.

His eyes danced wickedly. “A magician never tells his secrets. By the way,” he winked, “I added something useful for you. See you, Chris.” And he strode away.

She took this chance to flip open her phone, trying to figure out what he had put in and how in the world he knew her name. An idea popped into her head. Going to the phonebook, she scrolled through down the list until...Taylor. She glanced up in time to see him rev up his bright red motorcycle. Another wave and he was gone.

Looks like I'll have to call him later, she thought with a smile as she clipped her seatbelt into place. As she started the engine again, a small smile danced on her lips. As hard as she tried to deny it, this trip was totally worth it.

 

 

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Lucia]

Haha....spooky!!! But seriously, this was written very nicely. I don't know how you managed to write a story this short with so much description in it. Usually I ramble on and it's ends up being to long. Love the flow, and the first paragraph was really interesting, making me read even faster! haha great job. A++
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[A. Siemens]

Really nice! I loved it! I think the beginning paragraph was a bit choppy, but everything else was very well done. Actually the only line I had trouble with was in your first paragraph, which is what made me think it was a bit choppy. "ok, it was her fault for forgetting her notebook and ok it was her fault for offering to pick it up from Matt's house, but this was ridiculous.", I don't know, but I just feel like it didn't quite flow with the rest of your story.

PS-Totally making me jealous with this story, mine wasn't nearly as good!