Annabelle's locket

Chapter 34:

chapter 34:

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Torrential downpour overcast the town. "In every flaw, there is strength." I sat next to Noah who was reading from a textbook. "Finishing up homework?" I raised and eyebrow, laying my head against his shoulder. "Yeah almost done." It was now July and we were taking summer classes to make up for the work we lost. We found out it wasn't required to go back to school for another semester in order to graduate. So, we'd have to so school work on the weekdays. "I'd never thought I'd be in summer school." he laughed and shut the book. We were up in his living room alone. His family had gone to Colorado for three weeks.

I smiled and gave a content sigh, closing my eyes. I always felt good when I was in Noah's presence. I turned my head to face him and started to unbutton his shirt. His breathing became uneven as I trailed my hand down. I unbuttoned the last one and the lighting bolt appeared, looking beautiful. I slid his shirt off and pressed my cold hands against his chest, tracing the lightning bolt with my finger.

"It's amazing." I spoke and looked at him. He pushed me down so he was on top of me, his hands keeping him from crushing me. He reached down and kissed me.

After spending the evening with Noah, I went back to the cabin and watched tv with dad. "How's Noah?" my dad asked, and I could just feel my face flushing red. "He's great." I mumbled with a half smile. "You two sure are spending a while with each other." he put on his concerned dad voice and expression. "I know, it's called a committed relationship dad." I laughed. "Maybe you should spend some time with your friends, get out for a while. "What friends? The only friend I had was Denise and she's in Colorado." I admitted bluntly.

"Theres that April girl. Aren't you friends?" my dad tried. "She was only being nice. Thanks for the effort dad." I crossed my legs on the scratchy couch and looked at my dads face similar to mine. "Tomorrow there's a fair in town. You should go."

"Okay sounds fun."

"Without Noah." my dad furrowed his eyebrows. "Fine. You and I can go." I smiled and he seemed happy with that. The truth was, it would be nice to spend some time with my dad, considering I had barely gotten to spend time with him except for at home. "Yeah, i heard there's a fishing contest." I could see the light in my father's eyes.

I laughed and my eyes wandered to the fish hanging over the mantle. My dad had said last year he had caught it in the contest and one. He had also managed to win the respect of the hard core fishermen that live in the small town.

"Um, dad you know I can't fish."

"Sure you can. That was ten years ago!" he scratched his bristles of a beard. An enduring memory overcame my thoughts. When I was around eight I was forced on a long fishing excursion with my dad and his friend Roger. All in all, I ended up in the water with a fishing hook in my left arm.

"I'll watch." I assured.

It was the day of the fair and we headed out. It was a surprisingly sunny, warm day. I dressed accordingly, in white Bohemian shorts and a pink tank top. Dad drove there in the olive green pickup truck that smelled atrocious. Rotten apple cores, cheeseburger wrappers, and piles of junk os was consisted of the floor. "Cleaning it out now and then wouldn't hurt." I looked the window. He just gave an airy laugh and turned on the radio, singing along. I rested my arm out the window in the warm sun and closed my eyes. Ten minutes later we pulled into the marina, where a banner hung. "Welcome To Fishead's Fair!" I read and walked beneath it. It was sprawling and busy today, people walking, going on the small rides, buying things from concession stands, and fishing off the edge. It was a beautiful setting for a fair. The marina was blocked off of traffic and water surrounded the little piece of land. "Neat isnt it?" my dad asked, wandering off to a bunch of men fishing. I walked to a concession stand and bought myself a funnel cake with powdered sugar. I walked to a bench to eat it, looking around.

It felt odd to be a part of society again, almost like it was too good to be true. Of course when I first got here, I would have thought coming here with dad was torture. "Good afternoon." a boy my age sat next to me, disrupting my thoughts. He had blond curly hair and brown eyes, and held a steaming hotdog in his hand. "Hello." I replied politely, trying to remember if I knew him or not. Most likely he was in one of my classes or something.

"Annabelle right?" he pointed at me. I gasped, "Yes.." I replied. "Sorry i should learn to I introduce myself first. I'm Blake Peterson." he held out his hand and I hesitantly shook it. "Hi Blake."

"You probably don't remember me do you?" he asked. Damn it! So I did know him. I tried to remember. "Thats ok. I doubt you do, we were seven. Your dad and my dad Roger always used to go fishing and we'd play together." he laughed, regaling the memory. "Ohh. I do remember. You used to call me klutzy." I chuckled. "You never did manage to stay on two feet." he shook his head. "Well, I haven't changed." I laughed. He smiled and took a bite from his hotdog. I remembered my cake and ate some, as we sat there I. silence.

We finished, and he stood up. "Come on, the competitions about to begin."

"Right." I dreaded going on a boat. We reached the docks where clusters of people waited, preparing for the event to go underway. "Good luck!" he left my side to his dad. I looked for Fred, and found him near his small white motor boat. "You ready?" he asked, loading on his tackle box. "Wait. I'm going with you?" I scoffed, looking at the small boat and the large Atlantic Ocean, making my stomach churn. Not to mention my unveiling reputation. "Come on, the salty fresh air will do you some good." he cheered and I five minutes later I was on the boat with him, ascending deeper into the ocean. A wall off boats surrounded us.

The rules were that we couldn't go more than two miles and whoever had the biggest fish won. The temperature dropped about twenty degrees and I pulled on my dad's extra fishing coat and sat down, looking out into the ocean, water splashing in my face. Minutes later we slowed down and then halted to a stop. A few boats were near us, and dad got the fishing poles set up. One for him and one for me. A boat came up behind us and I looked briefly at it.

Noah stood, steering the boat, and smirked at me. "May the best fisherman win." he yelled. My dad laughed and I sat there, dumbfounded. Game on.