Chapter Two: MarissaA Chapter by Phillitup
Scrambling over to the computer, I flipped the on switch. My fingers lifted the top and pulled up a chair to sit. "Aaaaah!" My back threw itself against the seat. It sounded like Della.The sound reverberated around the empty forest land. Shrill, painful. As much as I wanted to go get her, hold her, I didn't have time. Della has a tendency to do something weird and then be right inside the next moment. I punched in the passcode, frantic to find out the meaning of the two words. No time for it to load fully. I navigated all over the internet, searching. The options popped up on Google. My ears twinged at the sound of a swinging door. Footsteps. Minimizing the screen, I swung myself up to a standing position. I turned around and smiled at my daughter. But it wasn't her. I gently sank back into the chair, resuming the search. My mother came, leaning in to the screen.
"Why do you need to know Latin?" "Latin?" At least now I knew what language it was in. "I took Latin in college. It's a complex language. If you had asked for my help I could have translated. Where did you get these words?" I nervously tensed up. She couldn't know I had broken my promise to Della. "The mail." "Oh, really?" "Well I mean...what does it mean?" She gently grabbed the mouse and slid my hand over it. "If your going to know, then you better not leave this screen up for just anyone to see." Despite my intent, my mother still knew I had gotten it from something of Della's. Mothers are to smart. Agreeing, I exited and shut off the computer. She pulled up a chair next to me and took on a serious face. " discrimen adventicius" She shook her head. " I won't ask where you looked in all of Della's sanctuary's to find this. I won't even ask what silly promise she made you keep this time. I won't even tell her that you broke it." I nodded, thankfully. "It means..." I leaned in. "It means...It means...It means..." © 2012 PhillitupAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on November 22, 2012 Last Updated on November 22, 2012 AuthorPhillitupFLAboutI am 14-years-old. I find inspiration all over the place: memories, ideas, things I notice. I like believing in things that others find impossible. I think that's the way I hope for a better future. .. more..Writing
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