Evanescent

Eight

I go home in a hurricane of confusion. i swing open my front door and it clashes into a perfectly white wall, leaving a dent. I throw my backpack on the wood floor and stomp up the stairs to my small bedroom.

"Vanessa? Is that you?"

My mom speaks with a hint of worry, and I know she thinks something is wrong.

"Yeah! I'm fine!" I speak in as much of a sweet voice as I can muster.

It's obviously fake.

Frustrated, I try to find something to get my mind off of Tanner and his games...

"Stop playing games. You're going to get hurt."

There's no way, it wasn't his voice in my dream. Unless I'm wrong. Maybe I heard it wrong. Maybe he is the voice.

•••••

I decide to do what I love, taking pictures of random things in a field and trying to make them artsy.

I take my camera and head out to an awkward field that nobody owns in the middle of my neighborhood.

Sitting on this stump with my camera never felt so good. I finally feel like myself. Snapping pictures of whatever I find interesting.

I'm always drawn to birds, the way they glide effortlessly through the air. Beautiful, free,and safe. The only thing that shoots at these birds is my camera.

I find a patch of daisies and take a picture often with my white converse peeking up at the bottom. Then I take some of just the plain field in the wind. I wait until sunset so I can get a good sky picture, then I head home.

Now that I'm released of my anger, I decide to face my mom. She was obviously really worried. "Mom?"

"Vanessa?"

"Yeah, sorry I slammed the door! Just had an exhausting day."

"That's okay, honey," she replies," I have those days too." I smile to myself. It's so nice to have my mom back.

I run upstairs and into my room. I brace myself to see the reminder of my weakness. My window. But as I turn the corner I see a new and uncracked one. I open it up to feel the spring breeze when a small yellow square of paper flies out from the bottom. Luckily the wind blew it inside.

The Crow and the Pitcher
-E