Post by Haynuto on Sept 21, 2007 19:15:22 GMT -5
Forever I Stay
Chapter 1~ The Bad News Bearer
Caen shifted in her bed as her copper hued hair seemed to be just a large mass of used brown yarn. She genteelly pressed her face down in the softness of her regulation pillow with a quilted patch case. She moved her hand down over the side of the bed, letting it hang like a rag dolls would.
The world was quite for those few precious moments in the morning. 3:06 a.m. to be exact. Caen enjoyed the quietness, allowing the peace to settle in her mind and body making her even more drowsy then when she had just laid down to bed. But like all good things, this quietness and peace at Eon High in room 23-G, it came to an end.
The chorus of The Beauty of Grace by Krystal Meyers blasted out of the small green and black cell phone that sat on an oak night stand. Caen nearly jumped out of her slightly tanned skin as the words plastered themselves into her brain, waking her to another early and unwanted morning. Her face hit the floor with an unsatisfying rubbing noise.
She stood up from her awkward position of her feet on her bed while her face was indenting itself in the cheap carpet of her dorm. She snatched her phone, casually flipping it open. She recognized the number. 1-231-519-0617. That was her father's cell phone, but why would her call her so early in the morning? And if it was so important for him to call from off the plane he was taking to his next business meeting, why hadn't he called the school?
Caen shook the thoughts from her mind and annoyingly pressed the green send button. "Yes? Dad, what do you want? Where are you? Do you know how early it is here?!" Caen shouted into the phone. At the moment she didn't have a roommate and she prayed frequently that it would stay that way.
Her father seemed taken aback by her many questions, though this is how she always was, he was silent for a moment. And then another. And then another… "Dad? What's wrong?" Caen spoke, holding the phone with both of her hands, making it seem that the weight from the suspense was actually real.
He father cleared his throat that sounded scratchy, which wasn't a surprise he had probably been yelling at his business partner over his phone. "Caen I'm so sorry…" He whispered with a slight sound of regret in his voice. "Dad… It's okay that you woke m-" Her father interrupted her. "Caen it's not about waking you up so early… Caen… Mike died of lung cancer last night…"
Caen froze where she stood. The phone slid slowly through her ungloved hands. She just stood their, listening to her fathers calls to her. She stood there for a moment, a moment that seemed like forever.
Chapter 2~ Coop
Caen slumped in the black fabric passenger seat of James's baby blue '89 Chevy pick-up. Caen's eyes were glazed over and as puffy as a fresh cream puff from crying the last three days. Her eldest brother smiled down at her. "Cheer up Coop! I'll let you choose the station." Caen didn't even flinch at her brother offer/joke. She just slumped farther down in her seat, trying to recall every memory of Mike Handerson, her best and only friend, she ever had known. Caen didn't stop doing this for a very long time, for she was terrified that if she didn't remember one that it would slowly slip into the darkness, never to be recalled ever again.
After five lingering hours of memories and sulking, which puts the current time at 6:05 p.m., Caen had gradually fallen asleep to her brother's soft rock station. This slumber would have been easily predicted by anyone who would have taken the time to notice the dark rings that had accumulated around her eyes during her last three days at Eon. The last three day she had unhappily stayed at Eon, she had been doing what most would think crazy for a fifteen year old to do for their best friend's death, she planned the whole funeral. This long and draining process had only been explained to Mike's Grandmother, his legal guardian at the time of his death.
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Now there are a few things that you need to understand about James Washiliton. For one, he is the oldest of the Washiliton boys and children in all at the age of 21. Two, James is very caring man, but a lot of the times can be the biggest pain in the world. Three, he has a punk rock look to him, though he prefers soft rock to any other kind of music, punk has always been his calling. And finally, four, James has always been the voice of reason in Caen's and life could quote her life from the 1st day in her mother's womb up to the very detail of the moment in time. As you can see he's the fun loving kind of guy, but with the attitude of a father…
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James glanced down at his younger sister. He smiled at her slumbering self, but in his eyes there was worry. He was worried what might happen now that Mike was gone… He was worried Caen might become depressed and never be her true, happy self again. He was afraid that she might make the wrong decision. "Coop…" He said in the softest voice that he could manage after seven hours without sleep. "Promise me that you will make the right decision… Promise me that I'll never have to see you make the same mistakes that you did when mom died…" James gently touched the skin under the mess of hair on the left side of her face. "Please… Please promise me…"
Chapter 3~ Homecoming
Caen slept through the quiet, two day ride home, only waking once for food. She was thankful for the chance to catch up on the needed slumber. But, as before, all of Caen's sleeping must come to an end.
The car speakers viciously spit out the lyrics of "Shut Up and Drive" by Rihanna. Caen flipped quickly out of her slumber mode and threw herself upward out of surprise. Her face smacked the truck's unsanitary window and slid unhappily down the glass.
When she had finally regained some consciousness and finished yelling at the radio, she glanced out the window. There was something quite familiar about that bank. And that painted mural… And that school… Caen sat straight up in her seat. She was in the place where she wanted to be. The place that had hardly changed over the three years she was gone… Newaygo, Michigan. The place of her old life, her home.
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Caen smiled as Matt and Kevin began to eagerly trip over each other to be the first to hug their younger sister. They pushed and shoved like 10 year olds, even though they were really 18. But before Kevin or Matt could reach the final foot, a large blue gloved hand reached over their heads and slugged each of them hard atop their empty noggins. A tall, auburn haired woman stepped forward. "It's nice to have you back Coop!" Jay smiled as she stumbled over to Caen, hugging her tightly.
Jay or Jayel was the owner of the gun range that Caen attended, or I say, used to attend frequently. Jay, being only 18, was one of Caen's friends. Though they got along and stayed in touch, she was nothing in comparison to Mike.
Caen smiled genuinely at her group of bazaar family and friends. These were the few reasons she missed home. She laughed once more as her brother squirmed on the ground, trying tirelessly to reach her. They soon gave up and looked up at her with their "twin gaze". "Welcome home sis…" Each fainted at the same time, making a loud thumping noise as they hit the hard earth just outside of Caen's house. She smiled larger than before. "Home…"
Chapter 1~ The Bad News Bearer
Caen shifted in her bed as her copper hued hair seemed to be just a large mass of used brown yarn. She genteelly pressed her face down in the softness of her regulation pillow with a quilted patch case. She moved her hand down over the side of the bed, letting it hang like a rag dolls would.
The world was quite for those few precious moments in the morning. 3:06 a.m. to be exact. Caen enjoyed the quietness, allowing the peace to settle in her mind and body making her even more drowsy then when she had just laid down to bed. But like all good things, this quietness and peace at Eon High in room 23-G, it came to an end.
The chorus of The Beauty of Grace by Krystal Meyers blasted out of the small green and black cell phone that sat on an oak night stand. Caen nearly jumped out of her slightly tanned skin as the words plastered themselves into her brain, waking her to another early and unwanted morning. Her face hit the floor with an unsatisfying rubbing noise.
She stood up from her awkward position of her feet on her bed while her face was indenting itself in the cheap carpet of her dorm. She snatched her phone, casually flipping it open. She recognized the number. 1-231-519-0617. That was her father's cell phone, but why would her call her so early in the morning? And if it was so important for him to call from off the plane he was taking to his next business meeting, why hadn't he called the school?
Caen shook the thoughts from her mind and annoyingly pressed the green send button. "Yes? Dad, what do you want? Where are you? Do you know how early it is here?!" Caen shouted into the phone. At the moment she didn't have a roommate and she prayed frequently that it would stay that way.
Her father seemed taken aback by her many questions, though this is how she always was, he was silent for a moment. And then another. And then another… "Dad? What's wrong?" Caen spoke, holding the phone with both of her hands, making it seem that the weight from the suspense was actually real.
He father cleared his throat that sounded scratchy, which wasn't a surprise he had probably been yelling at his business partner over his phone. "Caen I'm so sorry…" He whispered with a slight sound of regret in his voice. "Dad… It's okay that you woke m-" Her father interrupted her. "Caen it's not about waking you up so early… Caen… Mike died of lung cancer last night…"
Caen froze where she stood. The phone slid slowly through her ungloved hands. She just stood their, listening to her fathers calls to her. She stood there for a moment, a moment that seemed like forever.
Chapter 2~ Coop
Caen slumped in the black fabric passenger seat of James's baby blue '89 Chevy pick-up. Caen's eyes were glazed over and as puffy as a fresh cream puff from crying the last three days. Her eldest brother smiled down at her. "Cheer up Coop! I'll let you choose the station." Caen didn't even flinch at her brother offer/joke. She just slumped farther down in her seat, trying to recall every memory of Mike Handerson, her best and only friend, she ever had known. Caen didn't stop doing this for a very long time, for she was terrified that if she didn't remember one that it would slowly slip into the darkness, never to be recalled ever again.
After five lingering hours of memories and sulking, which puts the current time at 6:05 p.m., Caen had gradually fallen asleep to her brother's soft rock station. This slumber would have been easily predicted by anyone who would have taken the time to notice the dark rings that had accumulated around her eyes during her last three days at Eon. The last three day she had unhappily stayed at Eon, she had been doing what most would think crazy for a fifteen year old to do for their best friend's death, she planned the whole funeral. This long and draining process had only been explained to Mike's Grandmother, his legal guardian at the time of his death.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Now there are a few things that you need to understand about James Washiliton. For one, he is the oldest of the Washiliton boys and children in all at the age of 21. Two, James is very caring man, but a lot of the times can be the biggest pain in the world. Three, he has a punk rock look to him, though he prefers soft rock to any other kind of music, punk has always been his calling. And finally, four, James has always been the voice of reason in Caen's and life could quote her life from the 1st day in her mother's womb up to the very detail of the moment in time. As you can see he's the fun loving kind of guy, but with the attitude of a father…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
James glanced down at his younger sister. He smiled at her slumbering self, but in his eyes there was worry. He was worried what might happen now that Mike was gone… He was worried Caen might become depressed and never be her true, happy self again. He was afraid that she might make the wrong decision. "Coop…" He said in the softest voice that he could manage after seven hours without sleep. "Promise me that you will make the right decision… Promise me that I'll never have to see you make the same mistakes that you did when mom died…" James gently touched the skin under the mess of hair on the left side of her face. "Please… Please promise me…"
Chapter 3~ Homecoming
Caen slept through the quiet, two day ride home, only waking once for food. She was thankful for the chance to catch up on the needed slumber. But, as before, all of Caen's sleeping must come to an end.
The car speakers viciously spit out the lyrics of "Shut Up and Drive" by Rihanna. Caen flipped quickly out of her slumber mode and threw herself upward out of surprise. Her face smacked the truck's unsanitary window and slid unhappily down the glass.
When she had finally regained some consciousness and finished yelling at the radio, she glanced out the window. There was something quite familiar about that bank. And that painted mural… And that school… Caen sat straight up in her seat. She was in the place where she wanted to be. The place that had hardly changed over the three years she was gone… Newaygo, Michigan. The place of her old life, her home.
~~~~
Caen smiled as Matt and Kevin began to eagerly trip over each other to be the first to hug their younger sister. They pushed and shoved like 10 year olds, even though they were really 18. But before Kevin or Matt could reach the final foot, a large blue gloved hand reached over their heads and slugged each of them hard atop their empty noggins. A tall, auburn haired woman stepped forward. "It's nice to have you back Coop!" Jay smiled as she stumbled over to Caen, hugging her tightly.
Jay or Jayel was the owner of the gun range that Caen attended, or I say, used to attend frequently. Jay, being only 18, was one of Caen's friends. Though they got along and stayed in touch, she was nothing in comparison to Mike.
Caen smiled genuinely at her group of bazaar family and friends. These were the few reasons she missed home. She laughed once more as her brother squirmed on the ground, trying tirelessly to reach her. They soon gave up and looked up at her with their "twin gaze". "Welcome home sis…" Each fainted at the same time, making a loud thumping noise as they hit the hard earth just outside of Caen's house. She smiled larger than before. "Home…"