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“Are you feeling all right,
Sarah? You look a little pale.”
“I’m tired,
that’s all. I’ll do better tomorrow,” I said apologetically.
She scoffed.
“Don’t be ridiculous. I know you can do it; I’m just concerned for you. Why
don’t you go home if you’re not feeling well?”
I panicked.
“I’m fine, the day’s already half over, I’ll be okay. Is that all?” I was
hoping to leave before she insisted I go home. For some reason, the thought of
leaving filled me with dread.
“Well, if you
change your mind, don’t worry about your school work, just go. You can catch up
later.”
“Thanks, Miss
Fitzgerald. See you tomorrow.” I rushed out of the classroom before she could
change her mind. It wasn’t my schoolwork keeping me here; it was something
else. I just didn’t know what that was.
At lunch, my
friends kept telling me how bad I looked and that I should go home. I was
getting tried of hearing it.
In history
class, I looked over to where Lucas sat, but his chair was empty. Alarm bells
went off inside my head. Where was he? Mr. Henderson came in and started his
lesson. I glanced at Emma and whispered, “Where’s Lucas?”
“I heard he was
sick, why do you want to know?” she smirked. I wasn’t in the mood for teasing.
“Just curious,”
I said, looking straight ahead at the chalkboard.
At home after school, I felt restless. And
nothing seemed to soothe me. Doing homework or reading didn’t interest me. I
thought music would help, but when I put my new CD on, it just made me feel
jumpy. There was only one thing that usually helped soothe my nerves when I
felt this way. So I headed to the basement rec room. If it didn’t work, nothing
could.
I sat down on
the stool and placed my hands on the piano keys, They were cold and bumpy
against my palm when I swept my hand over them. A loud tinkle of notes erupted
in the small room, echoing like an explosion of bells in an empty church. I
closed my eyes to listen. There was nothing I enjoyed more than the sound of a
piano in perfect tune.
I played my
favorite song, trying to lose myself in the music. Next I played the new piece
for music class. Screwing up on the ending, I decided today wasn’t the day to
practice. I was too preoccupied with playing the dream over and over in my
head, and since the song was new to me, playing it on instinct proved
difficult. I couldn’t shake this uneasy feeling, so I gave up trying.
Back in my room, I lay on my bed, staring
up at the dirt splotch looking for answers. I wished I had Lucas’ phone number.
I needed to know that he was all right. That was my problem all day; after my
dream last night I had to see him. That’s why I needed to go to school, and why
I was anxious all morning, waiting to see him at lunch. When he wasn’t there, I
thought for sure he would be in history class. After he didn’t show up, I
panicked, feeling like a scared cat with its claws out clinging to a screen
door for dear life. Only for me when I couldn’t find him, I had nothing to
cling to.
Should I call
him? Yeah, right, what was I supposed to say? I only had a couple of
conversations with the guy, and I didn’t think we were at the calling stage.
What would I even say? “Oh Lucas, I’m just calling to make sure you’re not
dead. See you at school.” Yeah, right, I’m not crazy. Or I could go with, “I’ve
been dreaming of you and in the last one I had, you died in my arms. It freaked
me out, so I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” Yeah, sign me up for a
straightjacket. I just needed sleep, I thought, then I’d calm down. I closed my
eyes and waited to fall under. It didn’t work. Instead, Lucas’ vacant eyes
looked back at me.
I lay there
until my mom called me for supper.
Sitting in my chair at the table, I picked
at my food. I didn’t have much of an appetite, but I ate the macaroni casserole
my mom made, not really tasting it, while the conversation went on around
Sarah? You look a little pale.”
“I’m tired,
that’s all. I’ll do better tomorrow,” I said apologetically.
She scoffed.
“Don’t be ridiculous. I know you can do it; I’m just concerned for you. Why
don’t you go home if you’re not feeling well?”
I panicked.
“I’m fine, the day’s already half over, I’ll be okay. Is that all?” I was
hoping to leave before she insisted I go home. For some reason, the thought of
leaving filled me with dread.
“Well, if you
change your mind, don’t worry about your school work, just go. You can catch up
later.”
“Thanks, Miss
Fitzgerald. See you tomorrow.” I rushed out of the classroom before she could
change her mind. It wasn’t my schoolwork keeping me here; it was something
else. I just didn’t know what that was.
At lunch, my
friends kept telling me how bad I looked and that I should go home. I was
getting tried of hearing it.
In history
class, I looked over to where Lucas sat, but his chair was empty. Alarm bells
went off inside my head. Where was he? Mr. Henderson came in and started his
lesson. I glanced at Emma and whispered, “Where’s Lucas?”
“I heard he was
sick, why do you want to know?” she smirked. I wasn’t in the mood for teasing.
“Just curious,”
I said, looking straight ahead at the chalkboard.
At home after school, I felt restless. And
nothing seemed to soothe me. Doing homework or reading didn’t interest me. I
thought music would help, but when I put my new CD on, it just made me feel
jumpy. There was only one thing that usually helped soothe my nerves when I
felt this way. So I headed to the basement rec room. If it didn’t work, nothing
could.
I sat down on
the stool and placed my hands on the piano keys, They were cold and bumpy
against my palm when I swept my hand over them. A loud tinkle of notes erupted
in the small room, echoing like an explosion of bells in an empty church. I
closed my eyes to listen. There was nothing I enjoyed more than the sound of a
piano in perfect tune.
I played my
favorite song, trying to lose myself in the music. Next I played the new piece
for music class. Screwing up on the ending, I decided today wasn’t the day to
practice. I was too preoccupied with playing the dream over and over in my
head, and since the song was new to me, playing it on instinct proved
difficult. I couldn’t shake this uneasy feeling, so I gave up trying.
Back in my room, I lay on my bed, staring
up at the dirt splotch looking for answers. I wished I had Lucas’ phone number.
I needed to know that he was all right. That was my problem all day; after my
dream last night I had to see him. That’s why I needed to go to school, and why
I was anxious all morning, waiting to see him at lunch. When he wasn’t there, I
thought for sure he would be in history class. After he didn’t show up, I
panicked, feeling like a scared cat with its claws out clinging to a screen
door for dear life. Only for me when I couldn’t find him, I had nothing to
cling to.
Should I call
him? Yeah, right, what was I supposed to say? I only had a couple of
conversations with the guy, and I didn’t think we were at the calling stage.
What would I even say? “Oh Lucas, I’m just calling to make sure you’re not
dead. See you at school.” Yeah, right, I’m not crazy. Or I could go with, “I’ve
been dreaming of you and in the last one I had, you died in my arms. It freaked
me out, so I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” Yeah, sign me up for a
straightjacket. I just needed sleep, I thought, then I’d calm down. I closed my
eyes and waited to fall under. It didn’t work. Instead, Lucas’ vacant eyes
looked back at me.
I lay there
until my mom called me for supper.
Sitting in my chair at the table, I picked
at my food. I didn’t have much of an appetite, but I ate the macaroni casserole
my mom made, not really tasting it, while the conversation went on around
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