My Ranking Points
Chapter 1 of this random story I had the desire to write.
I was sitting on the edge of the dock, my feet barely touching the surface of the water. The sun was set at the horizen where it cast the clouds to be rimmed in pink and orange. The top of the water seemed to be dancing before me like it did no other time.
Children were playing on the town square behind me, screaming and laughing. Adaults walked with their friends or their dogs, enjoying the veiw just as I was. Yes, there was no other time like it. It was twilight.
“Amelia,” a voice said, and suddenly, as though it had been cracked with a whip, the perfectness was gone. I turned around, and my sister stood before me. I didn’t need to ask her why. Olivia, with her perfect hair and perfect scedual was always on time for dinner, while I was always here, or off with Kallee or Stephanie. Olivia came to get me, yet again, on mom’s command because I, Amelia Dupre, was late for dinner.
“Don’t tell me,” I said, because I didn’t want to hear it. She knew as plain as anybody this was my favorite spot at my favorite time. Id been late a lot the past couple of days.
“I know you don’t like hearing it,” Olivia started, squating down next to me, “but you have to stop co ming here so much. Its been like three days in a row now that I have to come get you.”
I sighed. Olivia was right, as always. I did have to get out more. Nobody could deny it. But the dock was hard to resist at twilight. That made me wonder if anybody else saw what I saw.
“Olivia?” I asked.
“Look at the horizon.”
I saw the change in Olivia’s eyes as she did what I said to. Her pupils became larger. Her shoulders slumped. I smiled.
“That’s perfect,” she whispered, more to herself than me. Suddenly, Olivia shook her head and snapped back to reality.
“Dinner, Amelia. Come on.”
We walked back to our house in silence. I could tell the sight had mooved my sister, though. She was much more aware of her surroundings then before, I noticed.
“Are you going to the dock tomorrow night?” Olivia asked as we came to our house. It was a plain, simple, small white box. The windows were so low, my mother had put flowers in them.
“Of course,” I answered, wondering why she could be asking.
“Do you mind… if I… come with you?”
I tripped over my feet, I was so surprised.
“You’re serious?” I asked, but she didn’t get the chance to answer.
I looked up. My mother stood before me. She had an apron on and her hair was in a bun. I gave her a quick hug and slipped inside.
The house smelled like chicken straight from the oven. I smiled. My favorite. I knew I had done nothing to deserve this dish, so mom couldn’t have made it for my benifet.
“Chicken smells great, mom,” I said.
“Its 7:37, Amelia,” mom said, ignoring me as usual. “I told you 7:30 sharp.”
“I have no excuse, mom. I’m sorry,” I said.
“Ha. Sorry doesn’t get the food warm again when its served seven minutes late.”
I rolled my eyes, and thank heaven my mother didn’t see me, or I’d have been grounded for a week.
“So, mother, what did you do today?” Olivia asked, changing the subject.
“Oh, same old, same old. Cooked, read, watched the news. Should’ve gone to Kelly’s to play cards,” mom said, sitting down at the head of the table, where dad use to sit until he died.
“Well, there’s always tomorrow,” Olivia said, forcing a smile on her face. Tomorrow. Of course she was nervous. The next day, Olivia had the big job interview to work for the state newspaper. Her chances weren’t high, but Olivia was good with people, and excellent with words. She’d get it, I had no dought.
“Sit, Amelia,” my mother ordered. I realized with a jolt I was the only one still standing. Quickly, I took my seat from across the table. I served myself some chicken and poured myself water from the pitcher. I thanked god for the food silently. My mother didn’t believe in god, and forbade us to, but I still did, and I guessed my sister did, because she always hesitated before eating, just like me.
We ate in silence, with no sound except forks hitting the plates. Once all three of us were done, my sister and I asked to be excused. We left and went to our room we shared, ploping on the bottom bunk in our bed, the bunk I slept on.
“Tell me about your day,” Olivia said.
“I went to the movies with Stephanie, then we got lunch at Sally’s. She dropped me off at the library. I read, and then I went to the dock,” I told her. “What about you?”
“The band and I had a gig around two. You said you’d go.”
Olivia’s in a band with some of her best friends. She’s the lead singer. Her best friend Kalleigh plays the saxaphone. Her boyfriend, Erik, plays lead guitar. Her friend Ouiz is on the drums. And her other best friend, Scarlet, plays keyboard.
“I know, I-”
“Forgot?” Olivia guessed. “Just like all the other times?”
I sighed. I hated dissapointing her.
“Whatever,” Olivia said, and I was grateful she was changing the subject. “So, tell me more about that boy you like.”
My face lit up. I had a huge crush on Stephanie’s brother, Brendan. Besides the fact he was the most handsome boy in our town, he had an amazing personality. He was funny, no dought about it, and extremely smart. Not just in school, he was also street smart. He would step aside his scedual to help someone. I guess that makes him kind, but so much more than that.
Olivia chuckled beside me, and I floated back down to earth.
“So, you say he’s smart, right?” Olivia asked. I nodded happily.
“If he’s so smart, why aren’t you two an item yet?”
“We’re just friends,” I responded. “And think of how weird it would be for Stephanie. she would so feel like a third wheel out.”
That made Olivia think for a second.
“Well then, ask for her permission first,” she finally concluded.
“I don’t know,” I shrugged.
We sat in silence for about five more minutes until Olivia got up and streched.
“Well, I’m going to bed,” she said, climbing up the ladder to the top bunk. I heard her changing and then crawl under the covers. I did the same thing.
Shutting of the lights, I sighed, thinking about Brendan. Maybe if I made a move, we could… No. It was too unlikely. But as I was falling asleep, that didn’t stop my dreams from being filled with his face.
HI! I don’t know why I wrote this. If five people ask to be tagged, I’ll make a chapter two, and we’ll see where it takes this. I’m kind of excited, but I don’t think anyone will like it. Next time, I’ll make it more exciting.
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