A Lost MemoryA Chapter by Alisha HeistandI fell into a deep sleep that night, but I didn't go into my dream world first. Instead, I pulled up my memories. I wanted to know what Kevin meant; why he wanted me to remember. I saw the memory behind my closed eyes.
* * * I was shoved backward in time, back to fourth grade. It was a sunny day out, fairly warm. It was one of the days we got to have recess. I sat alone behind one of the iron ramps for the skate park. A game of kickball was being played in the back part of the hardtop. I drew my knees up to my chest, closed my eyes and put my head down, letting my hair fall around me. I must have zoned out, because a hand on my shoulder made me jump. I raised my head, looking into Kevin's blue-green eyes. He was crouched next to me, alone.
"Why're you so sad, Genevieve?" he asked with concern
"No one wants to talk to me..." I let my sentence trail off
"I do. Can we..can we maybe be friends?" he asked sheepishly
"Um, sure." I said.
I liked Kevin well enough; he was an all-around nice person and he never gave the teachers any trouble or disrupted a class. He was smart too, very smart. He never had an attitude either, and as of right now he seemed to know what I'd needed. He'd known I'd needed a friend, and so here he was.
Kevin Starr smiled, immediately making me smile back.
"Why don't we walk around?" he asked
He stood up, holding his hand out to me. I took it, so as not to be rude. We walked around the perimiter of the hardtop, staying on the grass. We talked the entire time, and when recess was over, I was happy. I seemed to know that Kevin and I would be friends for a long time.
* * * I went outside, feeling like I needed air. So I'd remembered...so what? I still didn't know what Kevin meant by 'you always had greater power...' and it bothered me, staying on my mind quite a bit. I put the thought aside, knowing I would figure it out soon enough.
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1 Review Added on January 15, 2013 Last Updated on May 9, 2013 AuthorAlisha HeistandRIAboutI'm kinda like the quiet one nobody talks to except for once in a while...I guess. Or at least, I used to be So far in my 19 years of life, I've had 5 near-death experiences. I've made many frie.. more..Writing
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