Idabell's goodbye

Chapter 1 one of idabell

The bus will leave in 10 minutes. If Melanie's not here in five, i'll leave. Although missing the bus is probably the least of my worries. I think about coming back to own small apartment which i share with my  5 year old triplet  sisters, and my mother who is constantly leaving me to watch my sisters while she goes to clean people's houses. And on her days off she’ll turn our living room into an art studio. It’s what she calls her back-up plan of making money. yeah, I guess i should feel bad for myself. My dad died a few years back. Some factory incident. I often think too much about that day.

I Kick a few loose rocks until i decide to go. Melanie probably isn't coming. I turn around slowly and notice an old Izzy pop bottle. I love that soda. One summer I drank 25 of them. That's where my nickname came from. Once Melanie started calling me that it stuck. Even my little sisters started calling me that. Mostly because they can't pronounce Idabell. Yeah weird name.

I pause at the rusty stoplight, just in time for it to turn red. I groan and lean against a street light covered in posters. This light always takes forever. I look down again at my watch: six minutes. I end up drifting deep into thought about school. I look over at the stop light, still red. Cars are scarce so why not run across. I wait until a car passes to walk to the side of the curb. I lean out into the almost deserted street. one minute.

So I run. I bolt out onto the midnight black asphalt, icy strands of hair whipping across my face. I whip my head around to the noise of acar. It’s further down the street. I can do it I can do it. I run as fast as my stiff legs will carry me. Then i trip. A stupid pothole right in my path. I fall skidding across the rough asphalt, skin peeling off of my hot cheek. As soon as i halt i scamper to get up. The car though didn’t stop. Well, I should have mentioned i didn’t fully get up in time. I spun around just in time to see the bright headlights a foot away.  The impact throws me off my feet onto the windshield. Then the light turns green.

Maybe If the street repairer had come a day early instead of deciding to stay home i would have lived. Maybe if the driver hadn’t been texting i would have lived.

Things happened fast. I lay on the ground a dark pool forming around me. My vision is spinning and blurred. Figures appear up ahead. And then It goes black.

Reviews

[Airbornenurse]

Interesting and dark....It did trigger a thought of crossing a road under the train in the Bronx...