Alas , My dream has come true
I could hear the rain poring heavily outside and was beginning to feel better about cancelling my plans with Oliver. We've been anticipating for the movie 10,000 B.C to come out for months but who wanted to wait in a colossal line in the rain? Besides, Ollie understood why I couldn't make it, it was Friday and nothing else mattered on Fridays. Only my mother mattered. I tried to build up a wall in my mind on Fridays to prepare my self to see my mother. It was a giant wall in my mind that blocked off tears, and the utterly painful anguish. But, nothing could prepare me to see my mother lying in a bed of white linen, pale, unresponsive almost lifeless. If it weren't for the dingy blue machine monitoring her breathing, I would have thought all the life in her down to her very soul was sucked out of her.
When I walked into that room the wall shatters violently as if it were a half a millimeter thick glass sheet. Clear droplets from that wall fell like rain out of my mind and make there way down through my eyes, abundantly. I began sobbing with my mothers cold hand intertwined in mine. "Wake up! You can't leave me alone like this! I need you!" But, like always there was no response. I wiped my tears away with my sleeve and climbed up the bed a laid next to my mother in silence. Looking at her, I feel helpless. No matter how hard I tried, I can't wake her up. Now the tears come back. I stroked her crimson black hair with the back of my hand and what looked like a smile curled her lips. She was still there, I knew it.
The sun peeked through the large window and I sat upright on the bed. I turned to look at my mother. Still no sign of her being awake and out of Acoma. I sighed and climbed silently out the bed and began my day. The sun would rise in the morning and set in the evening with or without my mother. I had a busy day this Saturday. My only friend since Kindergarten, Ollie was going to meet me at my house pretty soon. I took a quick shower, pulled on my favourite pair of Parasucco jeans, my cute pink Roxy T-shirt and my Hurley bag. Ah, Perfect! As soon as I tied up my shoe laces, the door bell rang. Perfect timing. There stood Oliver, my very best friend. I looked at him and thought of how much he had changed this past summer. His pop bottle glasses were replaced with contact lenses. His buzzed hair now hung slightly over his forehead, and his scrawny body was now tastefully toned. Today he wore a whit t-shirt that showed how nicely toned his arms were and certainly brought out his large green eyes. He was gorgeous. He came in and gave me a warm embrace. Was I in love with Oliver?
"Hey Ollie!"
"Hey Lola, look what I have." He lifted up a green bag of gummy warms.
"You know me so well."
A smile spread across his face. "I know."
We walked doe Sterling Drive and made fun of al the snobby girls in there Louis Vitton bags, TNA pants and expensive shoes. Sure, we're rich but we weren't at all popular. In fact, we were the exact opposite. Maybe it was because we haven't had any "work done" or wore the most expensive shoes but, that's just who we were. We made our way to Central Park and sat at our favourite spot. Under the tree that looked like the Betsy Johnson perfume bottle. "I'm going to get us some water bottles. I'll be right back." And then Ollie left for a few moments. We sure needed some water. It was scorching hot outside. I started thinking about Ollie. God, I couldn't get him off my mind.
"Eww Lola, your gross, stop thinking like this!" I said aloud. A middle aged, plump man in sandals sitting walking on past me began to walk faster. H e must think I'm crazy.
After forcing myself to stop thinking about Oliver, I noticed a man standing behind the tree. He quickly turned around and began speed walking, running and then sprinting. Who was this man incognito? I had to know. I ran after him. "Lola?!?" Oliver ran after me with a Fuji water bottle in each hand.
