Lena stared at the blue peaks and wondered how she had arrived in Welling. Not long ago, Jelvin had whispered sweet nothings in her ear, promising faithfulness, the home of her dreams, and an undying love.

But instead of an autumn wedding in New Islar, she stood, up to her elbows in blue frosting, making a wedding cake to resemble the arctic tundra where the lovebirds had met studying Greenhouse Effects on Icebergs.

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By Sarah Jensen on 02.17.09 2:25 pm | Permalink

The moon was full and bright that night as I lay on the floor of our boat. I shivered as the wind blew the icy waves over the side. I lifted my head and looked over the side of our boat. Debri floated on the many waves that still tossed me about. The silvery light that accentuated the black underside of the waves. The darkness that seemed to be the fingers that grasped for my life. Trying to pull me under and forever being lost. I sank back down on the floor. I know my hope in seeing Jake by the boat, floating on some of the debri to be with me was futile, I still made myself look out and check. It had been a couple of hours now and I began to feel the realization that he would never be coming back. Those dark fingers had grasped him and had taken him from me. I would never hear his voice call out to me again. I would never feel his warm arms around me telling me everything would be okay. In our last hours together that is all he did. Always the unselfish one, he tried to comfort me in my hysteria. He was ripped away from me and now I look at the waves that stole him and wait to see if they would claim me as well. I layed my head on my arm and began to sob.

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By Gunnisac Sandersons on 02.17.09 3:28 pm | Permalink

brenna, that’s a great story!

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By Sarah Jensen on 02.17.09 11:24 pm | Permalink

thanks

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By Gunnisac Sandersons on 02.17.09 11:32 pm | Permalink

Biology was the pits. Not really. But this class was. Science was my thing. My forte´. But being last period meant that all the cheerleaders shared this class—with me. A scrawny, pimply faced, sweaty-armpit thirteen-year-old junior, whose hormones were utterly out of control.

I exhaled and pulled back from looking at the blue ice-like structure on the slide. My hands shook as I scooted the microscope across the black laminate, keeping my head down with one eye cocked toward her. Her slender fingers came to rest on the eyepiece as she tugged a little to bring her face forward. A curtain of shiny black ringlets fell onto the table. A fruity concoction drifted toward me. I could only guess it was shampoo. I had no clue. Girls were like the peak of Mt. Everest to me. Something I’d never get even close to seeing. So foreign, I practically had an anxiety attack each time one spoke in my direction. Not that they were ever even speaking to me.

My breathing quickened as I took a chance and studied her for a second longer. Everyone knew it was against the rules to look too long. They didn’t like it when you stared. But they were so beautiful. So…majestic. This one in particular. She’d had the unfortunate luck of being paired with me as her friends giggled and gossiped at their respective lab tables. Every so often, I could see the envious twinkle in her eye as another joke was cracked without her. I watched her knuckles and fingernails as she turned the dial to bring the slide into focus. She kept spinning it. What could I say? My glasses were like Coke bottle bottoms.

I glanced down to her long skirt. Red. A white blouse was tucked neatly into the waistband, a school cardigan rested on her shoulders. In with the latest fashion, a stark white ribbon encircled her head, nearly lost in that mess of dark curls. She was dressed identical to her friends. Game day. We were playing North Central tonight and the school pumped with energy. I tried to imagine what it would be like at the game. I pictured her on the sidelines. Pom-poms waving, a huge smile plastered on her face. She’d turn to me and her grin would widen, eyes lighting up even more.

“Albert? Hey! You awake?”

I jumped as her voice rose. My eyes found her face. It did not have the huge smile. Her eyes were not lit up. And I was staring. Caught breaking rule number one.

Mr. Hanks, our teacher was approaching now. “Mr. Einstein? Is everything alright?”

Yeah. Everything’s just great.

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By Liz on 02.19.09 6:04 pm | Permalink

Okay, that is AWESOME! Love it Liz!

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By Sarah Jensen on 02.19.09 7:22 pm | Permalink

“Happy Birthday dear…” They continued their singing and I tried to drown them out. I smiled, to be polite, but what was the point? What was a birthday without Chuck?

Maybe he had just forgotten our deal. I knew when I made it with him all those years ago that he was my true love, and I would wait for him if that was what was necessary. But, I thought he felt the same way? The night he moved away, we promised one another that if we hadn’t found true love by our thirtieth birthday, then we would meet at my parent’s house and be together forever. It had been six years since we made that deal.

He just forgot about it. I will go back out to California and I will find him, tell him how I really feel, and we can finally start our life together. I couldn’t let myself think the alternative, that he had found his true love.

I ate my cake, smiled, and excused myself. When I walked up to my bedroom and opened the door, he was sitting there, waiting on me!

“Chuck!” I exclaimed as he ran to me.

“I’m here.” He barely got the words out before his lips met mine.

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By ~Jamie on 02.20.09 12:45 am | Permalink

That’s awesome Jamie!

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By Sarah Jensen on 02.20.09 10:18 am | Permalink