Freedom -On Hold

Freedom

Okay, here we go. I’m about to tell you the story of the biggest mistake of my life. Of course, like most mistakes, I didn’t know it was a mistake at first. Now here I am, writing to you about the pain and hardship I had to deal with while suffering the consequences. Yeah... pain and hardship is a bit of an exaggeration… I guess you could call what I went through a major pain in the derrière. It’s also kind of all my fault… I just made a few stupid decisions, but honestly hasn’t everyone? Isn’t it like the norm now for 16 year olds to make idiotic decisions that will change their lives in the future?

Anyway, shall we begin?

Well, here’s my story. I promise you, it’s not a tearjerker, so get rid of your box of tissues and ice cream.

Chapter One:

In the beginning, there was just totally normal me. I was just a typical Winchester High student. Nothing special that set me outside from the others. I was like a gray fish in a swarm of gray fish. I know, you must be thinking, how boring is this going to get? But I promise you, it gets better.

I met him by accident. I would’ve never met him if my sister hadn’t decided that that day was the day she was going to let me use her car only if I washed it. I’d had on my oldest, scrubbiest swimsuit. I proceeded to wash the car and soon I was covered in a thick layer of dirty soap. It was everywhere on me, in my hair, my thighs, almost every freaking inch of me. And then it got into my eyes. It hurt like hell, so I stumbled around looking for the hose. They say when one of your senses is disabled; your other senses work harder. I couldn’t taste anything but soap so that didn’t really help me but I got a quick whiff of body spray and sweat. Confused, I stood up straight, turned in the direction of the scent and began to march forward. I marched straight into a huge piece of something. I wasn’t sure what it was so I began to feel around. I pinched something that felt like... skin. I pulled back, shocked.

"Hey," a voice panted. "You done?"

"Yeah..." I rubbed my eyes a little, but it made no difference.

"Need help?"

I nodded.

I heard him pick up the hose. "Ready?"

"For wha-"

I'm drenched in a matter of seconds. 

He put the hose down, laughing a bit. "Sorry, you just..."

"I just...?" Pleased to have been unblinded, I reached over a picked up the hose, pointing it at his chest.

"Hey, hey," He began to back up, his hands raised. "Take it easy there."

I shamelessly checked him out. "You look sweaty. You could use a quick splash, couldn't you?"

His eyes widened and he grinned. "I think I'm good, thanks."

"You sure?"

"Yup."

"Are you sure you're sure?"

"Positive."

I lifted the hose higher. "Let's be even."

He scoffed. 

"I'll take that as a yes." I soaked him in water.

He laughed, shaking out his bangs. "Now we're even."

"Are we?" I sprayed him again. 

"Oh?" He picked up my soap sponge that had been resting in a bucket and chucked it at me.

Soap oozed down my stomach and legs.

I stared at him. "Oh? I see how you wanna play." I picked up the sponge and squeezed it out down his shirt. 

He smiled, shaking his head. "You're just asking for it now."

He grabbed the hose and sprayed me, then dumped a bunch of soap foam into my hair. 

I picked the sponge up, filled it with soap and drew my arm back to throw it.

"Oh, yeah? Try it," He smirked at me, rather flirtatiously.

"Don't think I can?"

"Nope," 

I drew my arm back further and lifted my left leg. Ready...?

"Hey! Are you done with my car?" God, Lana you always choose the worst times to hop in.

"Euh... yeah. Almost." I dropped the sponge.

Lana stepped out to the front porch. "Good, I need to use it tonight."

I rolled my eyes. 

"Who's that?" She asked, staring at him.

"Umm... This is...-" I began. Lana couldn't know about him, she wouldn't have let me live it out.

"Tyler. A friend from school." Thank God, he saved me.

"Oh really?" Lana raised her chin. "Okay, then... Have fun...?" She spun around on one heel and turned back into the house.

He looked at me. "Sister?"

"Sadly, yes,"

He smiled at me, poking my shoulder playfully. 

"Ok, serious question." I folded my arms and he mimicked me. "Can I just ask, Tyler if that's even your name, why were you in front of my house?"

He made a face. "I was just... I was jogging. That's why I'm all sweaty."

I nodded slowly.

"I'm not a crazed stalker, I promise."

I laughed, rocking back and forth on my feet.

He smiled. "Hey, you go to Winchester, right?"

I nodded. "Yup, where do you go?"

"I'm transfering there from Herndon Heights," He wrung the water out of his shirt.

"Wow, that's pretty far away..." 

He nodded, looking distant.

I pursed my lips. I've made it awkward now, haven't I?

He sighed. "Well, I'd better get back before I get hyperthermia,"

"Heh, right. Do you want a towel or something?" 

He shook his head. "Nah, I gotta go. See you around, kay?"

I nodded, waving goodbye. "See ya."

He turned around and proceeded to jog back. Suddenly, he stopped and faced me again.

"Hey," He sighed. "You never told me your name."

I giggled a little. "Talia,"

He smiled, his teeth glistening. "Well, it was a pleasure, Talia."

I put on my British accent and pushed my fingertips to my chest. "Oh, the pleasure's all mine."

He laughed, walking backwards. "I'll be looking out for you at school tomorrow."

"Yeah, you and almost everyone at school! I'm pretty popular," I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Oh yeah?" 

"Yeah." 

He jogged off yelling over his shoulder. "I think I'll be the judge of that."