Echoes of the Heart

Glimmer

I walked with Kaley to school like usual, she told me about her weekend with her family. I said nothing about mine. Leaving out all of the details. I was happy to let her talk because I had nothing to say.

I went to grab my usual coffee. I started to look through the shelves for a good book. Not finding anything that caught my eye.

"Having trouble" Spencer asked. He spoke and things seemed to brighten around me.

"A little"

"I have a suggestion." He led me to a row of shelves. Where he thumbed through a few of them before pulling out a book. "Here"

I looked at the cover. It was called I am Number Four by James Frey. I had seen the movie and enjoyed it. "Thank you". I said and we went up to the register for me to check out. He was talking about the differences between the film and series and how much better it gets. He was really passionate about books and I actually felt the same. Not many people I associate with read like I do so this was welcoming.

We talked and I drank my coffee until the bell rang.
It was a pleasant morning. I enjoyed his company and being near him, made everything seem a little brighter.

I wonder if he was going to the Pep Rally Friday.

I could ask. I just had to avoid Blake. It was something I had gotten good at, but that also meant I had avoided Spencer these past few weeks too. I never planned on mentioning what happened, with anybody. I was going to take it to my grave. He hadn't bothered me since and pretended it didn't happen in class.

I tried to find as much time to read the new book as I could. It would give me something to talk to Spencer about and it was really good.

Debate finally came around, we were given time to work on our Rotary Club papers for those that were entering. I hadn't really decided on a topic until the morning after that night with my mother. Thats when my heart knew. I was going to write about her. I would chose to write about something that influenced me. They were thinking they would get something positive and cheery like Emily would write. Mine was going to be different. Because my mom did influence me. Not the way they thought. She influenced me to not want to be like her. To not make the same mistakes that she did. I started to write. I wrote until my fingers cramped and the bell rang. I had gotten the draft done. Once I had an idea I could write all day. I just needed, inspiration you could say. I was confident in my draft and I even smiled at it. There was a glimmer for the better. My morning was pleasant and now there was a glimmer.

I would take it and hold on to it. Hoping for it grow and brighten. That glimmer made the clouds part, just a little bit that day. Just when I needed it too.