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Feral Kitten
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Alright guys. This story I wrote in grade nine. It is the only story that I have any idea where it's location is. Oh well. I would like any comments or criticism. I would like to further my writing skills and I adore this story. REVIEW!!!
I lie beneath the old Oak tree and stare up at the clear blue sky, the leaves blowing about in the light breeze. The wind flicked across me face. But although I looked at peace, I felt torment inside.
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Today marked the one-year anniversary of the death of my parents. The accident was still vivid in my mind. It was a peaceful day. We had a lovely dinner at a very nice restaurant. We talked more than we talked in the longest time. After dinner, we went out for a drive. My parents loved the scenery on the outskirts of town, so that’s where we drove. On our way back in, it was getting dark. I was drifting in and out of sleep and my parents were having a soft conversation. We didn’t even notice the other car. It had no headlights on. It came onto our side of the road And collided with us head-on. That’s when I was knocked unconscious. I woke up in the hospital room hooked up to life support. There were tubes sticking out of me all over. I couldn’t move. It hurt way too much. They told me that I had a few broken ribs, and fluid had leaked into my lungs. But they had managed to get everything fixed, and I would soon be back on my feet.
For a few days in the hospital, I wouldn’t see anyone. My boyfriend Michael tried for days to come in, but I wouldn’t let him. There were a few chairs set up right outside my room, and he only left his seat for food or bathroom breaks. One night, I woke from a dream, and noticed that Michael had set a chair up in next to my bed. I was comforted by his presence, and stroked his hair. He stirred. “I hope that you’re not mad that I snuck in your room”, he smiled mischievously.
I smiled at him. “Actually, I am glad that you didn’t listen. I was so alone.” He smiled and kissed my forehead. He held my hand, and I drifted back to sleep. I heard him whisper, “Everything will be alright.”
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I sighed and looked around. This spot was so beautiful; peaceful. Trees and flowers were everywhere in sight. By looking at me, you wouldn’t think much of me. I am an eighteen year-old high school student. I mainly wear black clothing, but some things I own aren’t black. I have waist length flowing red hair. My eyes are hazel, but are mostly green. I am 5’7” and weigh 136 pounds. Lots of people think of me as good looking, but they think that my looks were wasted on a lost cause. They thought I should be a model. I could have been. But I am more into my art.
I like to paint and draw, but my most favourite mediums are charcoal and pastel. My art portrays my moods and feelings. I mainly like to work on landscapes. My favourite time is at sunset. The colours make me feel at peace. I feel like my parents are out there, watching over me. The last thing my parents had given me before they left was their favourite painting of mine, in a gold frame. On the back of the frame was a letter. It read:
Our dearest daughter,
You are now seventeen, congratulations! We hope that you grow to be as beautiful and caring as this picture portrays its artist. We hope that, when you grow older, you will be as proud of your family as we are of you. Don’t ever stop painting. Let yourself shine through the pages of all your art. We love you with all our hearts.
Mom and Dad
The thought of that letter always makes me feel slightly better. Michael’s parents, who loved me like their own, took me in. It’s not that bad. David’s room is in the basement, and I room with their daughter, who is just a year younger than me. Her name is Jade. She is a beautiful young girl with short blonde hair and blue eyes – the same eyes that Michael has. She loves singing and animals, and hopes to become a veterinarian. She is a very understanding girl and has helped me through my ordeal immensely. She and I have become best friends. She comes second only to Michael.
David and I have been together for a year and a half. He is about 6’ tall, fairly muscular, with stormy blue eyes and brown hair. He is so sweet. I cannot believe he was there the whole time I was in the hospital. His parents, Robert and Cecile, had already decided to take me in, but they joked about it and said that they’d have to take me in because he’d probably follow me if they didn’t. They were right. Before he talked to them, he told me that he would go to the ends of the earth to protect me and be there for me. He’s my rock. I would have given up if he hadn’t been there.
I pulled my sketchbook out of my bag. I flipped through the pages and let them rest on a portrait of my parents. I drew that just before the accident. Michael had brought me some charcoals, a brand-new sketchbook, and a sharpening blade (mine was getting dull) for my birthday. He also bought me some pastels. He knew that these were my favourite. I thought of many things while looking at this picture. Our picnic we had for my birthday (mom and dad invited Michael’s family), our camping trip way out where there’s no people, and finally, to the outing we had on that fateful night.
Tears welling up in my eyes, I turned the pages. There was a drawing I did of Michael, Jade, Robert, and Cecile. They all looked do happy, and didn’t mind that I wanted to draw them. They loved my drawings.
Next was a picture of Michael. I started to cry. He has been so good to me over this past year. He’ll sit with me on the couch in the living room and hold me for hours, not saying a word. He doesn’t have to. I know he loves me.
I looked back up at the sky and watch the birds flying overhead. I fell myself drifting off to sleep. I wake to find Michael staring at me. “I knew I’d find you here. C’mon. I have something to show you.” He pulled me to my feet and picked up my things. “Where are you taking me?” I asked him. But all I got was, “You’ll see.”
He walked me to his car and opened the door for me. I got in, and he passed me my bag. He closed the door and to the other side of the car. When he got in, he said, “At a certain point, I’m going to have to blindfold you. Is that a problem?”
“No. I trust you.” And we drove off. I gazed out the window for a while, dazed. I loved nature. We slowed down to a stop. “Okay, I have to blindfold you now.” He pulled out the bandana that I bought him for his birthday last year. He tied it over my eyes. We drove a little more. When we arrived at our destination, I waited patiently for him to let me out. I didn’t want to accidentally ruin his surprise. He always got so excited at these things. He opened my door and grabbed my hands. Once I was out of the car, he lifted me into his arms. “I don’t want to hurt you trying to get through the bushes.” He carried me for about five minutes. My excitement grew with every step. When he stopped, he lowered me onto what felt like a swinging couch. He removed my blindfold. What I saw was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
We were in an alcove in a hill, overlooking the valley. We got there at just the right time too – it was almost sunset. I watched as all the colours changed, and the sky looked as if it was on fire. Man, did I wish I had my pastels! As if he was reading my mind, Michael pulled out a new sketchbook, and my pastels. He had even brought a blanket. He pulled me close, and I drew. As my pastels moved across the page, I knew that my parents would have been proud. Their angel put her whole life into the drawing – and it showed.
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Thanks Hero. And thanks for the correction. word pad doesn't correct mistakes and I missed that one. Thank again! ^^ Oh. And I normally write in third person, but this one I felt needed to be in first.
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