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this morning. You know, just relax.”
“Okay, sweetie. Why don’t you go do that for a bit and then when you’re ready, we can go out,” Mona suggested.
Whit kissed Mona’s cheek and hugged Luke on her way out of the kitchen. She headed to the garage and grabbed her bike off its hook, then coasted down the driveway to the street. After a moment, she completely lost herself in the wind rushing over her face, and cruised past house after house. Her mind successfully pushed all thoughts of Maverick away, and she just enjoyed being for a little while. As Whit rode, a feeling of sadness consumed her for a moment. Changes were always hard, but this particular change was necessary. If she just repeated that over and over to herself, maybe she could make it through the coming weeks.
After riding arou nd for an hour, Whit peddled back into her aunt’s driveway and hung up her bike for the last time. A tear fell from her eye at the thought of leaving Mona and Luke. They were her family now, and she was losing them. Or at least moving away from them. They could talk on the phone and visit each other, but she wasn’t sure it would be the same. Still, she put that thought away. Thinking about it wasn’t going to make it any easier.
For the remainder of the afternoon, they shopped, ate, and just spent time together. Whit caught Mona gazing at her several times with tears in her eyes, and Mona and Luke bought Whit everything she could possible need for school. She now had at least ten notebooks and enough pencils to last her a year. They had also talked her into some new clothes, arguing that a new school required new clothes. Whit had chosen some new jeans and a few tops, but Mona had insisted that she buy a couple of skirts and a fancy little dress as well. When she asked Mona why she needed that particular article of clothing, Mona explained that Maverick had dances occasionally and she wanted Whit to be prepared.
When they returned from their day of spoiling her, Whit resumed packing for Maverick. She folded her new purchases into her already bulging suitcase, then glanced around her room. Everything was packed and ready to go, except her. She felt nervous, yet there was a tiny bit of excitement too. Last night’s dream had made her curious about what this new school was going to be like.
She crawled into bed and didn’t think she would ever get to sleep. Her nerves were working overtime. When she finally drifted off into a light sleep, she was instantly transported into another dream.
She was riding her bike along a trail through a heavily wooded area. She heard someone say her name and glanced back over her shoulder. Her dad and mom were smiling and laughing as they raced over the roots and rocks that made up the trail. Whit pulled her bike over to the side of the trail and drank from her water bottle while she waited for her parents to catch up. They stopped next to her and both slurped water because of the heat. They were joking and teasing Whit about a fall she took earlier in the day. Whit was supposed to be the best biker among them, but so far she was the only one to fall, and her parents were ribbing her about it. Whit laughed and grabbed her dad in a headlock, getting her revenge. Her mother’s arms encircled her waist until they were all hugging.
Whit woke up , knowing that this dream was different. It wasn’t a prediction, it was a memory. She rubbed her cheeks and found them wet with tears. The dream had felt so real. That hug had felt so real. She covered her face as the dream played over in her head. Together they had been happy, and they’d want her to be happy now. They would want her to enjoy life, make friends, and be parts of things. Not isolate herself and be sad all the time. She replayed the memory once more and allowed herself a couple of minutes to cry quietly for the memory of the happiness she had shared with them.
Then she dried her eyes and darted a look at her clock. She needed to get
“Okay, sweetie. Why don’t you go do that for a bit and then when you’re ready, we can go out,” Mona suggested.
Whit kissed Mona’s cheek and hugged Luke on her way out of the kitchen. She headed to the garage and grabbed her bike off its hook, then coasted down the driveway to the street. After a moment, she completely lost herself in the wind rushing over her face, and cruised past house after house. Her mind successfully pushed all thoughts of Maverick away, and she just enjoyed being for a little while. As Whit rode, a feeling of sadness consumed her for a moment. Changes were always hard, but this particular change was necessary. If she just repeated that over and over to herself, maybe she could make it through the coming weeks.
After riding arou nd for an hour, Whit peddled back into her aunt’s driveway and hung up her bike for the last time. A tear fell from her eye at the thought of leaving Mona and Luke. They were her family now, and she was losing them. Or at least moving away from them. They could talk on the phone and visit each other, but she wasn’t sure it would be the same. Still, she put that thought away. Thinking about it wasn’t going to make it any easier.
For the remainder of the afternoon, they shopped, ate, and just spent time together. Whit caught Mona gazing at her several times with tears in her eyes, and Mona and Luke bought Whit everything she could possible need for school. She now had at least ten notebooks and enough pencils to last her a year. They had also talked her into some new clothes, arguing that a new school required new clothes. Whit had chosen some new jeans and a few tops, but Mona had insisted that she buy a couple of skirts and a fancy little dress as well. When she asked Mona why she needed that particular article of clothing, Mona explained that Maverick had dances occasionally and she wanted Whit to be prepared.
When they returned from their day of spoiling her, Whit resumed packing for Maverick. She folded her new purchases into her already bulging suitcase, then glanced around her room. Everything was packed and ready to go, except her. She felt nervous, yet there was a tiny bit of excitement too. Last night’s dream had made her curious about what this new school was going to be like.
She crawled into bed and didn’t think she would ever get to sleep. Her nerves were working overtime. When she finally drifted off into a light sleep, she was instantly transported into another dream.
She was riding her bike along a trail through a heavily wooded area. She heard someone say her name and glanced back over her shoulder. Her dad and mom were smiling and laughing as they raced over the roots and rocks that made up the trail. Whit pulled her bike over to the side of the trail and drank from her water bottle while she waited for her parents to catch up. They stopped next to her and both slurped water because of the heat. They were joking and teasing Whit about a fall she took earlier in the day. Whit was supposed to be the best biker among them, but so far she was the only one to fall, and her parents were ribbing her about it. Whit laughed and grabbed her dad in a headlock, getting her revenge. Her mother’s arms encircled her waist until they were all hugging.
Whit woke up , knowing that this dream was different. It wasn’t a prediction, it was a memory. She rubbed her cheeks and found them wet with tears. The dream had felt so real. That hug had felt so real. She covered her face as the dream played over in her head. Together they had been happy, and they’d want her to be happy now. They would want her to enjoy life, make friends, and be parts of things. Not isolate herself and be sad all the time. She replayed the memory once more and allowed herself a couple of minutes to cry quietly for the memory of the happiness she had shared with them.
Then she dried her eyes and darted a look at her clock. She needed to get
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