PrologueA Chapter by ShoelissaSo obviously there is room for improvement and I would love your thoughts! Writing is rewriting and I am willing to do so!Prologue It’s three o’clock in the
morning. I am lying in bed and I can’t fall back asleep. I know that it’s just
hours before Alex or Michelle will be awake so I lay still in the bed. I’m
thinking about what to make them for breakfast. Maybe it’s a cereal day; I’m
too tired to make a big production out of breakfast. I’m thinking of ways to
get them to leave me alone while I take a nap later. I’m breathing deeply so I grab my book and turn on the lamp. The light isn’t bright enough to read so I
just sit here holding my book in my lap, pretending to read its contents.
Staring at the page lined with black ink I realize it’s upside-down and I don’t
want to read it anyway. Closing my eyes I sit here beginning to think about my husband. My husband won’t have to worry about Alex and Michelle today. He will be gone in two hours and when he gets home they will be ready for bed. I get up and walk to the kitchen. I pour myself a glass
of grapefruit juice and I take a sip. I can feel the cold, pink liquid go down
my throat. It’s refreshing on this hot summer night. Most people think of the
snow covered streets or the rain that fills most of Chicago’s days, but it
does get hot. This week had been hotter than hell! Or at least it feels like
it. The air conditioner is broken too. I went back to bed trying to go
back to sleep. But I’m not trying very hard. I am thinking. I’m thinking of a
lot of different things because I don’t have time to think during the day. Not
with Alex and Michelle running around like maniacs yelling at one another. I get back up and walk to the
kitchen. I take out my phone and play with the calculator. I’ve resorted to playing with a calculator!
There is no way I am going to be able to go to sleep now! I walk back to my
room. I seem to be doing a lot of walking back and forth. I lie down over the
covers and sit up. My husband is lying next to me
fast asleep but all I could think of was all the crazy times we had together
before we even thought of the idea of marriage. I was thinking of the times
back in seventh and eighth grade when he was popular and I was not. Back when I
was the last girl he would think of dating let alone marring! Back when he
thought of other girls to like. Back in seventh grade when I was living in a world where
all I could see was him. But all he could see was her. What was so great about
her anyway? She wasn’t all that pretty, she wasn’t all that smart, and she
was so, so depressing! This started out as a regular, old grammar school crush,
until… …I got recruited. © 2012 ShoelissaAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on June 21, 2012 Last Updated on June 22, 2012 Tags: spy, CIA, young adult, recruited, prologue AuthorShoelissaIt's a place, where stuff is. I think there are people here too.AboutI am 15! I have a very strong passion for writing obviously. I am an IB freshman! I am also a FANGROHL Nerdfighter, proud Philatic, Directioner, actress, music lover, and drummer! Very excited to sta.. more..Writing
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