Untitled Part I (standard:drama, 0 words)
Author: Truly Life	Added: Jul 12 2001	Views/Reads: 3611/2303	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Because my story tends to weave itself as I write, I don't have a title yet, but I'm sure you understand. :) Part II is coming soon. Neither you, nor I, know where this is headed, but I do my best writing that way. So Enjoy!

It was summer. School had been out for two whole weeks. You could smell
the scent of it in the air. Until then it had always smelled like 
fireflies, sunscreen, fresh green grass, and freedom. It all changed 
that summer. I was growing up. I could barely believe that in two and a 
half months I would begin my first day of high school. Bishop County 
High School was the local breeding ground for the future generation of 
farmers and agricultural workers that lived in a circumference of 
twenty miles. My dad, my brothers, and my older sister all attended the 
tattered old buildings that barely escaped their condemnation.  But, it 
was high school. Football games, cheerleaders, parties, and new faces 
ran through my mind all day long and had been since the first day I had 
heard of such a thing. That summer not only changed my perspective on 
high school, but friends, God, trust, money, and life itself. 

One day I was at the county youth center ( of which I was lucky enough
to live within a short bike ride's distance)  It had a small 
underchlorinated pool that seemed to radiate the green mold that grew 
on it's sky blue tiles. It wasn't much of a place, but it was something 
to do during the hazy humid days of summertime in Georgia. I was 
desperately trying to hold to my summertime routine of laying by the 
pool , listening to my favorite band, and absorbing myself in a 
magazine when a girl that looked about my age with sun bleached brown 
hair, a warm smile, and a copy of C.S. Lewis's The Great Divorce  sat 
down on the pool chair next to me. If I had known then what I know now 
I probabaly would have thought of something better to say. 

"Hi," I said with the friendlist smile I could conjure up under the heat
of the sun. She reciprocated my greeting and continued to read the 
novel she was so engrossed in. both sat there reading our magazine and 
novel respectively. Finally, realizing I had already become quite 
toasted from the baking sun, I gathered my things and decided to go 
home. As I got up from the chair I heard a faint goodbye from behind 
the thick novel. I reciprocated and began my ride home. 

On my ride home I couldn't get my mind off of the girl I had met at the
pool. I didn't know her name, and I didn't know who she was. The 
strange thing was that I knew every teenager, male or female, that 
lived anywhere near the youth center. Dismissing the thoughts I walked 
into the large farm kitchen of my father's house. 

"Kit, you've got work to do." "I know I know," I said quietly at the
sound of my father's deep voice. I walked up the creaking old stairs to 
my room, changed into jeans, an old t-shirt, and boots, and began 
making my way to the barn. The barn was built my brothers, my father, 
and numerous neighbors about two years ago. I liked that barn. It 
always smelled wholesome and pure to me. Most people thought it stunk 
but to me it was tranquil. The gentle cooing of the birds that claimed 
sanctuary in it's eaves, the occasional snort of a horse, and the noise 
of the wind running in from the doors and large circular windows at 
either end of the traditionally shaped barn always made me feel calm 
and at peace with my surroundings. 

"Well Good day Magi," I said to the four year old Arabian horse I
recieved for my birthday last year. I had named him Magical Prince, but 
always called him Magi for short. At that time of my life I was 
convinced that if I ever fell desperately in love, my beaux and I  
could just hop on the back of the butterscotch colt and he would fly 
both of us into the land of happily ever after. If it were all so easy 
in the real world. Then, I grabbed the basket I used to get eggs every 
morning and evening and moved toward the noisy hen house. The hens 
always seemed to hold these magnificent gossip sessions while I 
gathered their eggs and placed them in the old basket. That day it 
seemed they were gossipping about our new rooster. I laughed as I 
thought of one of our old hens fluttering her eyes at the new chicken. 

My father's gentle voice drew me out of my thoughts and brought me back
to earth. "Kit, what are you doing in here?" he questioned. "Nothing 
Dad, I was just thinking about the chickens." "Well you better stop 
thinking about them and hurry up. Your mother has dinner on the table" 
"Okay Dad," I replied, "I'll be there in just a few minutes." 

As I finished feeding the chickens, I remembered the girl I had met at
the pool earlier that day. Who was she? Where was she from? Why don't I 
know her? I told myself that if I ever saw her again I would ask, and 
that put my mind at ease. For now, I would just stop worrying about it 


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