Alyssa41192
2009-12-29 09:03:32 UTC
I created a Preface and the very beginning of chapter 1. I'm not going to tell you exactly what the book is about unless you ask. I want to keep your interest at first. Here is the first look:
Title: When the Sky Turns to Grey
The absolute first page before the preface starts with a famous quote and this is what I chose to go along with my thoughts on this book.
Quote starter:
I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each other's dreams, we can be together all the time. Author : Maya Angelou
Preface:
What happens now? was the sudden question rushing through my thoughts. The empty feeling growing inside was just another excuse for me to lay awake crying at night. The quiet room I have enclosed myself in is broken by the realness of my thoughts. “Is he really gone?” I spoke, although my whispers would not be heard tonight ...
Beginning of Chapter 1:
“Emily! You’re not missing another day of school. I’m honestly sick of looking at your car in the driveway. Get dressed and go.”
The sound of my mother’s voice was typical. Why can’t she just understand? It’s not like I chose to have this happen to me. Most people believe in the old proverb “Everything happens for a reason”. Not me. Nothing makes sense anymore. My dreams are what keep me going, what keeps me alive. It’s the only place where I can be with him again. On days like these I don’t want to go to school. I don’t want to walk the halls that bring back memories of happy times or see my old friends again, if that’s what you even want to call them. I lost connection to the world I used to love so much when I lost him. Just as I was about to close my eyes in the hopes of succumbing my dreams, my dad made his way into my room.
“You can’t stay this way forever, Em. Someday you’re going to need to let go. Time heals all wounds. You just need to create the opportunities to allow yourself to move on. No one said it was easy, but lying in bed weeks on end doesn’t help. Come downstairs and we’ll go out for breakfast, okay? Maybe this can be a first step.”
Dad always had the right words to say but words mean nothing to me anymore. If I didn’t get up I knew my parents would have an added discussion to send me to another session with my psychologist. Dr. Jessica Mazinsky wasn’t your quintessential doctor, either, but in a good way. She didn’t make you feel uncomfortable assessing your problems and her office let me get away from it all. Now that I think about it, this is probably the only other place I’d rather spend my time when I wasn’t caught up in my imaginary, unrealistic world. My lack of response caused my dad’s facial expression to change and he started off.
“Wait dad, I … I wanna go. Can I take a shower first? I need time to just think.”
Thinking was all I ever did and he knew that, but he agreed and for the first time in 3 weeks I was going to leave my house.
The smell of sweet bacon and freshly brewed coffee awoke my senses. I sat across from my dad awkwardly in the diner and the lack of conversation made time drag on. I knew he was trying to help but the familiar presence of the diner only made my regressed thoughts of him resurface. He used to take me here late on Friday nights after I got off from my job at the department store. Table number 24. Our table. I tried so hard not to look in that direction but it was instinct. My dad’s voice broke my distraction.
“How’s Carly doing? I haven’t seen her in a while.”
“Who?” I asked dazed.
“Carly, your best friend? Carly Sheehan?” He questioned, suddenly concerned about my peculiar attitude.
“Oh yeah, her,” I began, “Fine I guess.”
Carly Sheehan.
I'm taking a risk putting this out there, and not to mention this is completely random, but if someone could just comment on this it'd be great!