A Surreptitious Geek

A Surreptitious Geek (Chapter 11)

 CHAPTER

     My brother paced the car to go faster. I grab him to make him stop.

"We gotta keep on moving!" he yells. I look at him.

"The person never gave us the address on where to take the PDA. We'll be fine," I tell him. He nods and then backs up, soon driving back to our house.

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     I woke up the next morning with a pounding on my door. I get up and I see my mom there looking at me with a sad eyes. A broken heart, and pale skin. She stares at me for a while until she finally spoke.

"Jeff wants to see you," she tells me.

"Jeff vuole vedermi?" I asked.

(Jeff wants to see me?)

My mom nodded and walked away. I breathed out a sigh and began getting dress. I paced myself quickly and then I walked out the door. A fog uncovered an estate that was smaller than ours, but it was gorgeous. I pushed open the big gates that had a large R on it. I shut them and then walked to the estate that Jeff owned. He didn't have a gate that welcomed you to our house like ours, his flowers welcomed me instead. And the path was like the Yellow Brick Sidewalk on Wizard of Oz. It twisted and turned until you saw an old man, sitting on a porch that hid the sun. He rocked on the rocking chair, that seemed as old as him as it creaked and popped. The old man smiles at me.

"Hello Flower," he says to me with a smile. Flower was my nickname. He says I resemble a flower, as I seem to bloom while the sun is out; then I hide when the moon comes out.

"Hello Jeff," I say to him with a smile. I sit down on a rocking chair that was next to him. He takes a deep breath.

"How are you Flower?" he asks. I look over at him.

"Peachy," I say with a smile. He nods and laughs. I look at him for a long time. He seems to be hiding something.

"What's wrong?" I ask. He sighs.

"I'm not going to make it." I grin.

"What do you mean you're not going to make it?" I ask. He looks up at me.

"I'm dieing, Flower. I'm dieing." I jump back.

"You're dieing?" I ask. He nods.

"I only got a couple of weeks. I mean God, I lived a long happy life at age ninety-five," he tells me with a laugh. I keep on staring at him. He thinks this is some joke or something? He takes my hand.

"When you change, or when you age, you are dieing," he tells me. I shake my head and I fling my hand out of his.

"But you're going to actually not wake up!" I yell.

"When you see the sun go down, you are not getting any younger. You are getting older. Your hand wrinkles up like when a child eats something sour. And your face begins to fade away into the cold day." I stomp my foot.

"Why do you want me here!" I yell. He looks over.

"To give you something." He reached under his chair and hands me a box.

"Open it when you get home," he tells me.

"And show it to no one." I wanted to say something to him. I would yell, I mean, do anything to shut his stupid poems up. Slap them from his mouth and make myself just break! I look over.

"How many times do you break until I shatter," I say coldly. My heart was broken, as Jeff seemed to be the only person who was around that was an adult.