Chapter 4A Chapter by Kaylee PrattMarch 30th||60° and cloudy||SkyeToday. Today. It hit me like a Colorado thunderstorm, hard and strong and sudden. Yesterday, so beautiful, and then came today. I couldn’t help but notice that mom hadn’t left bed when I woke up for school. I almost convinced myself to crawl into her blankets, under the warmth and into the salty pillowcases, but it would’ve only made it worse to witness her blank expression firsthand. Today. I feel the knot tangle in my chest like a kitten’s ball of string, but I choke it down and throw on my runner’s garb. I hardly have enough time to jog, to release, before forced to face the world. I stumble out into the morning’s dim light. The hypnotic ambience of the sky numbs me enough to allow my feet to pound the pavement. Left, right, left, right. I feel an ache in my bones, from my neck to my ankles, and the bubble of tears that threatens its way from my throat. But I can’t break, not today. One of us has to be strong today. April thirtieth. Today. In the end, it isn’t at all bad as I expected it to be. No one at school knows. Of course, my friends are hardly friends anymore; the broken relationships faded as my last three months of chaos ensued. They all recognize my dazedness as fatigue, or perhaps a trace of the summertime blues. Never will they remember this day; they don’t have it in them to. Ah, how I envy that. The worst part would’ve been returning to my mom flipping through photo albums with a mountain of tissues piled by her side, except that the barren garage clarifies her absence. I haven’t the slightest idea where my mother might be, but I accept it as a stroke of good luck, considering that I can’t comfort my own weeping mother, not today. The skies are no longer gray. As a novice avid runner, I can admit to being a bit of an addict. I began the habit of exercising about a month ago, and it does wonders in the emotional department. Once a day, every day, I love to feel the pavement pushing up against my feet, its pressure reaching my lungs and reddening my face. Although I rarely exercise twice in one day, I can’t quite come to grips with staying home any longer. But even I can’t bring myself to run twice; my body is so exhausted from my sprinting this morning, plus the added weight of all the tedious end-of-year work I’m forced to do. Tonight I can settle with a walk. Of course, by the time I get around to eating dinner and doing homework and cleaning dishes--suppressing my pent up tears and the strange urge to punch something all the while--the evening sun has called it quits, and most of the sky’s light has faded off. An evening walk will do just fine.© 2014 Kaylee Pratt
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Added on March 24, 2014 Last Updated on March 24, 2014 Tags: Kaylee Pratt, Like Glass, novel, ya, college AuthorKaylee PrattCOAboutA Creative Media major who aspires to write novels as a career (and writes poems, short stories, and screenplays on the side). more..Writing
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