By five o clock, the girls were wiped. It was time to go upstairs and get some food. “What do you want?” Chelsea asked as she opened the cabinets. Unfortunately, they were empty. There was virtually no food in the house. Chelsea looked around in the refrigerator, but all she found was a 12-pack of Coke.
“I kinda feel like eating out,” said Sarah. She was picking at her nails and leaning against the wall next to Chelsea, completely oblivious.
“Good,” Chelsea said, “Because we don’t have any food. What would you say to…” She paused a minute, deep in thought, as if she were making the most important decision of her life, “Ernie’s? We could quick get a bite there, then check out the movie in town.”
“Ernie’s and town are nowhere near each other. Let’s try someplace else. I don’t want to miss the movie, though, so let’s figure it out on the way,” was Sarah’s practical response. She was always the more reasonable of the two.
Chelsea made a face, “Okay, but if we end up eating on the hood of your car in front of the gas station like those pathetic kids around here, we won’t be friends anymore.” With that, the girls hopped into the car once again and drove into town.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Part I
“Chels, it’s 10 in the morning. You can’t be eating lunch already.” Sarah sat on the kitchen table of her cabin. Across the room at the refrigerator was Chelsea, her best friend.
Chelsea closed the fridge and turned to her friend, “I can’t help it; I’m hungry. Besides, I didn’t have breakfast before I drove up.”
Sarah scoffed as she made her wide-eyed “pretty please” face. “Then why didn’t you stop on the way? There are, like, eight McDonalds between here and home.”
“No way!” Chelsea exclaimed, outraged, “I’m working on a record, Sarah. I almost beat my last drive time by five minutes today. That can’t be compromised.”
Feeling her weak will cave once again, Sarah grabbed her keys. “Fair enough,” she said as she walked to the door, “we’ll hit up the DQ on our way to the record store.”
“Yes!” was all Chelsea said as she darted out the door right behind her friend, and Chelsea couldn’t see it, but Sarah was smiling.
Chelsea Hancock was the kind of girl one didn’t forget easily. With strawberry blonde hair and bright blue eyes, she was beautiful. She wasn’t afraid to talk to anyone. When Chelsea met someone new, she shook his or her hand and flashed an unforgettable smile. She could converse with people old and young. She made jokes that weren’t funny, but she pulled it off anyway. Chelsea had the charisma that her best friend Sarah Davis lacked.
Sarah was a mousey girl in both looks and personality. She had shoulder-length brown hair and delicate features; her hazel eyes were plain and unanimated. Sarah was shy and preferred to stay in small groups. When she spoke to most people it was usually to answer a question and she often gave as short an answer as possible. Chelsea and Sarah were like sisters. Each was everything the other was not, and they loved one another for it.
However different the two girls were, they both loved their music. Both Sarah and Chelsea had such a deep appreciation for music of the alternative genre, that it could even be described as an obsession. The girls could spend all day in a record store looking for albums by The Replacements and Hot Hot Heat. So after their lunch at the Dairy Queen, that’s what they did.
Chelsea closed the fridge and turned to her friend, “I can’t help it; I’m hungry. Besides, I didn’t have breakfast before I drove up.”
Sarah scoffed as she made her wide-eyed “pretty please” face. “Then why didn’t you stop on the way? There are, like, eight McDonalds between here and home.”
“No way!” Chelsea exclaimed, outraged, “I’m working on a record, Sarah. I almost beat my last drive time by five minutes today. That can’t be compromised.”
Feeling her weak will cave once again, Sarah grabbed her keys. “Fair enough,” she said as she walked to the door, “we’ll hit up the DQ on our way to the record store.”
“Yes!” was all Chelsea said as she darted out the door right behind her friend, and Chelsea couldn’t see it, but Sarah was smiling.
Chelsea Hancock was the kind of girl one didn’t forget easily. With strawberry blonde hair and bright blue eyes, she was beautiful. She wasn’t afraid to talk to anyone. When Chelsea met someone new, she shook his or her hand and flashed an unforgettable smile. She could converse with people old and young. She made jokes that weren’t funny, but she pulled it off anyway. Chelsea had the charisma that her best friend Sarah Davis lacked.
Sarah was a mousey girl in both looks and personality. She had shoulder-length brown hair and delicate features; her hazel eyes were plain and unanimated. Sarah was shy and preferred to stay in small groups. When she spoke to most people it was usually to answer a question and she often gave as short an answer as possible. Chelsea and Sarah were like sisters. Each was everything the other was not, and they loved one another for it.
However different the two girls were, they both loved their music. Both Sarah and Chelsea had such a deep appreciation for music of the alternative genre, that it could even be described as an obsession. The girls could spend all day in a record store looking for albums by The Replacements and Hot Hot Heat. So after their lunch at the Dairy Queen, that’s what they did.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Prologue
It was 6:00 am when Sarah woke on a clear June day. It was the first day of summer. As the sun quickly rose, she started her routine. Sarah hurried to get changed; She wanted to get out there before the lake filled up with little kids in floaties and teenage boys trying out their wake boards.
As she padded out on to the dock, Sarah stopped for a moment to take in the view. The water stood still as the early morning sun glittered. The old pines stood tall on the horizon like ancient guardians protecting her from the real world. She silently hopped into her small wooden boat and began to paddle.
As she made her way across the lake towards the raft, she daydreamed about what the summer would be like. Chelsea would be coming up north the next day, and visions of floating and reading and swimming all day immediately danced about Sarah’s head. Dropping the anchor about ten feet from the raft that she had, by then, pulled up to, she dove into the water, cleansing her thoughts and washing the stress of classes and life away.
Once Sarah had climbed the ladder to the top of the raft, she laid down. Being on top of that raft was like being on top of the world. She was on the top of a mountain in the middle of the ocean. If she could, Sarah would never leave that spot. She would sit there all day long. There would be no need for water or food or sunscreen or people. She had everything she needed on the top of that raft.
The sun had risen so that it was in front of Sarah now. As the early morning peace faded, Sarah carefully stepped down the ladder that led up to the top of the raft. She made her way through the water to the boat and started paddling her way back. The sun dried the water from Sarah’s skin as she floated across the lake and back to the real world.
As she padded out on to the dock, Sarah stopped for a moment to take in the view. The water stood still as the early morning sun glittered. The old pines stood tall on the horizon like ancient guardians protecting her from the real world. She silently hopped into her small wooden boat and began to paddle.
As she made her way across the lake towards the raft, she daydreamed about what the summer would be like. Chelsea would be coming up north the next day, and visions of floating and reading and swimming all day immediately danced about Sarah’s head. Dropping the anchor about ten feet from the raft that she had, by then, pulled up to, she dove into the water, cleansing her thoughts and washing the stress of classes and life away.
Once Sarah had climbed the ladder to the top of the raft, she laid down. Being on top of that raft was like being on top of the world. She was on the top of a mountain in the middle of the ocean. If she could, Sarah would never leave that spot. She would sit there all day long. There would be no need for water or food or sunscreen or people. She had everything she needed on the top of that raft.
The sun had risen so that it was in front of Sarah now. As the early morning peace faded, Sarah carefully stepped down the ladder that led up to the top of the raft. She made her way through the water to the boat and started paddling her way back. The sun dried the water from Sarah’s skin as she floated across the lake and back to the real world.
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