Awaiting Catherine

hey guys, this is my first story, so i hope you like it! i dont have too much experience with writing, but i'm giving it a try.

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Introduction:

The cold was crippling.

I didn’t know how much longer we had to drive, but the snow was piling on the side of the highway, threatening to spill into the road at any second.  Despite the fact that we were driving slower then a sloth, cars in front of us lost traction and slid everywhere. In 2 hours, I’ve probably seen about 9 accidents.

    There were so many trees, I never thought we would get out of the forest, or see the sun again. The sun… the sun has been hiding from me lately. No blue skies, not even the slightest sign of warmth in the past 48 hours. I didn’t know what would happen if I couldn’t see a clear sky this week. Freak out, probably. I could feel myself getting paler by the second. The heater paused for a moment, and I feared it would malfunction. But, it skipped daintily back to life, and the hot air hit my face softly.

“ if the truck stalls, don’t throw a fit please.” my uncle Jay muttered, trying to tease me. I crossed my arms over my chest and gave him a look of disgust. He chuckled and placed both hands on the steering wheel.  Uncle Jay was a peculiar man. Not in the way he looks, but in the way he sees. His black sunglasses covered his eyes weakly, and his mouth was pulled up in one corner, forming what he calls a smile.  I’ve been seeing that smile a lot lately. I think it had to do with the fact that Jay’s Birthday was in a couple of days. He was turning 36, which was young, considering he’d raised a 15 year girl old from toddler stage. 

I owed this man my life. He’d taken me in, refusing to even think about putting me in an orphanage. Especially when no one could track down my dad, other then a few receipts.  At least I knew I had a dad. Uncle Jay was my dad’s brother, so sometimes my conversations with him were tense. I knew a lot about my dad during his childhood to about the age of 12. That’s when dad got put into a foster home, and no one really heard from him again, even my mom didn’t really know him. They dated for a couple months, and she thought she was in love. Maybe they were. But after mom found out she was pregnant, he bolted for the boarder. I guess he wanted to be the man who didn’t exist. Maybe he just didn’t want a kid, or wanted to be tied to anyone in any way. Before the shooting, mom used to say I reminded her of him. But I can never find out HOW much I am like him, now can I?

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