The secert

The secert

A Story by Deborah Shepard

  His true secert..part two
 




As we reached the house ,I told mom about the sleep over she thought a great time,I gathered all my stuff and decided to take the beach door., I brought my white candle.The night came softy I could see the seagulls playing ,I could hear.....'I took my bag it started to fall off my shoulders Alice caught it she stopped. I noticed no sound behind me then I saw her scared, Sis
what is it ?
The island was glowing.
She stopped as if afraid., I went to reach for her hand it was cold as if something passed between us . For aminute I couldnfeel her hand.
Did you feel that I asked she said no! , she just kept pointing out in the water .I quickly grabbed her hand come one ,we need to go to the dunes before it gets much darker
As I drew my hand she clasp tight we started to run every now and then she would look back.As we got to the first dune the sands ripped apart as we could walk as if something someone was parting it .Erie's scary feeling .I started to pray and I felt peace.
My hands didn't let go as I walked faster with Alice.
She started singing I sang with her often if I was scared we would sing.

as sang the sing the rose in the wind started smell the scent she stopped


I said yes the smells if the wild rose.
I walked bit slower as the sands were hard to climb.Hey don't you think we probably should have taken the high way I said yes as always she was right.
Me and my ideas the sand.But the beach is beautiful though .

As we neared the last dune,I could see the beautiful sparkling waves the blue essence, Could the rustle be fairy wings,?
I felt such peace the the beach was peace everywhere showered I felt life .

I was at total peace, feeling .I could see now and then Alice's head turn,she seemed to be looking as I just wanted to get there.

As we turned up the hill the sands subsided and the road appeared , I could see the little stationary store so I knew we were close to Jeans house.
As we started up the path I could a block wood I knew we were near the block of wood had praying angels on it .In the mind 1930's there was family who donated it to in memory of there little girl who drowned there.

I smiled hey you want some gum Alice, She smiled back what flavor, ha ha ,we giggled cherry.
As we walked up the road , the trees were all swaying bit windy she said .I said yes not far to go .Hold my hand she said I'm ok.

She said remember Johnny in the hall after math? Oh' yes I ember alice.Well sis she said covering her eyes, he asked me court .What a dream she then swirled all around the street laughing.
Sis hurry don't go to far , she came back over to me. We are almost there .
Yes the house isn't to far.the dunes in the far back were so beautiful .I just kept thinking of how the oceans so calm,why to em though?

Alice was calm and happy as we walked up Jeans driveway it was alit up, I yelled they came out.

I told jean , she said hurry giggling .Look who I have someone ,I want you to meet so it will help get over you know who?






She grabbed my hand as she always did when she wanted me now.I walked with her but then stopped the dark hair guy from the bus.


Our eyes met I msut have looked a mess of the wind from the surf blown my blond hair all over , my jeans amess.But I walked with her . He took and shook my hand hello .


I am Eros,with a strange but sexy accent.I looked as the girkls giggled, I gave them aloooknever did any good they still always giggled.Yes I am Clarissa glasd to meet you.He smiled took my hand to the porch by the surfbeach.They took my things indoors as he smiled .I am from adistnt land, my father hasd project on the island across the way.Oh I said the mystery island.We never go there .I see he smiled it is ok.My father said it is magical.














began telling me all the stories of his familys cares the universe.

how he cares for the universe
and that his mother use to be with special angels to talk he said he was differnt.


Pray for the truth and the gift of spiritual hearing. requests. Pray with an open heart and mind.


Breathe…
We come to you on your breath- just be of serene nature. Let your body relax as you breathe deeply and easily.



We come to you as an inner knowing. We will bring you comfort and guidance. Quiet your mind so that you can listen to our gentle voices.


I could feel my peace again.




he told me of his fathers dreams, as scientist.
island ecosystems, including devastation caused by the introduction of non-native animals and plants. Large herbivorous animals in particular have caused considerable damage, since island plants evolved in the absence of life forms disspaering.My father is one on many scientists asked here .I looked in disbelief wow .He smiled Ian regularly guy with father as scientist , then he gently bent down and laughed so sweetly I could feel his hands.In the corner I saw the girls giggling.here are you from I asked?
Well ,I will share then will you share about you.The girls gave up went inside and yelled hey when you are ready pizza in the kitchen.
I was absorbed in this trance. He was wounderful the shape of his mouth .


Are you ready I asked, he smiled
Where are you from? He smiled, I am born in Arabia, my fathers house we lived in many places. I travel now as his partner, but he needs me to manage the financial even though I'm only senior in your school.

Ian almost eighteen, On my eighteenth birthday I will inherit my fathers throne. I stepped back in disbelief
shut up ! No way is this not slang for you American girls?
It is funny we try to be the prince type and the many amercian disrespect the lady who is flower in my country .pure, beauty...
Wow then you are prince, yes but you must not tell all the school Ian trying to fit in for now while fathers working.



Shall tell you what your name means Clarrissa? forgiven = مصفوح عنه
wow really I couldn't believe my ears .His voice was so enchanting.
He smiled ok. I looked away she asked me why do you look away .I answered who really are you playing with my head, hooked down, I am being honest. I took his hnadso.kI was just checking many guys whisk grls.He stepped back no dear one I honor our new friendship.
He smiled and walked in the house .I covered my face, the door reopened he appeared come lets talk.he walked to my eyes took my hand I was dawn to his eyes.
Dark eyes, green emerald sea.He led me down path to the beach I wasn't afrid.He smiled look he pointed see the lighthouse, my fathers there working .I will take you there one day.
I smiled ok.

He then said come lets walk by the waters I wont bother you if you like we can go back .I just feel peace with you , we can sit on Jeans porch.He smiled. I will read your mind you are wondering I live?
I live at the end of the market street, down bit from this street ,I met jean my friend time at the bus stop we are just friends.She isn't my type of girlfriend, I told her first the day , I smiled and chuckled really as I drew back , Yes he smiled back.
I took his hand we walked back arm in arm to the beach sign back to the house .I smiled so much I knew he would get sick of me.But he didn't as we neared the house he hugged and said see in the morning at school, reached back placed a crystal in my hand, heart shaped. I yelled is this mine he again smiled yes.
I was dazed as I walked in the noisy , pizza filled room and giggling girls all looking at me, they ran towards .Should I tell them ?
He asked me not ,so I knew of all Alice wouldn't be live me as he nudged me I smiled , you have the secret, she said?
I looked to the moon out the window , Smiling yes I do.

by deborah shepard008 part2 hope you enjoy

part three she will learn about the secert..wow she is in for aride.





 

© 2008 Deborah Shepard


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Deborah Shepard
Deborah Shepard

yelm, WA



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ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Deborah Shepard is a published author, poet and writer whose poems tell a story of dreams we have and the beauty of traveling in them to give us belief, hope, and life. Deborah s.. more..

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