Memory Prison

DeJa Vu

  The year was 1932. Marie Walker was only 14 years old before this huge mess started. Dear reader, let me start from the beginning.

  Marie was walking home from a boring lesson from school. They were learning about the various colonies from old time America. She didn't really pay attention, because it was of no use to her. The past is gone, and there is nothing from the past that is important to our society today. Of course, those were her thoughts, and the teacher obviously thought differently.

  Marie always wandered off the path coming home from school. On this particular day, it was the wrong choice.

  "Dumb, useless, American colonies." Marie muttered as she kicked stones into mud puddles. She thought about running home, but it started to rain

"Really?" She muttered even louder. "This day couldn't have gotten worse?"

The rain got heavier.

  "Ugh!" Marie screamed in outrage. She trudged the next half a mile miserably.

  The ground got soggier. She decided it would probably be best to head up to the path. It seems like a better idea. She thought. The rain was obviously getting heavier, and it was hard to see through. She had started to wish she'd brought an umbrella. Her mother is not going to be happy when she sees that her brand spanking new pair of saddle shoes are completely ruined, and covered in mud. The ground looked much less soggier on the path, but it was all the way up the hill. Since she was in the middle of the woods, and there are many rocks and trees everywhere, she thought of the possibilities of falling, and hitting her head on a rock or a tree. But, she did not want to ruin these new shoes. Not that she cared, but her mom sure would. Marie looked up at the path. It was a pretty steep climb, but she was sure she could manage. She noticed the mud streaming down the cliff-like hill leading to the path.

  I can do this, she thought. She put one foot on a nearby rock, going up the hill. It was sturdy enough to put her weight on. She proceeded to put one foot, onto more and more rocks going up to the path. Marie smiled as she was about to reach the path.

  "Almost there-" she whispered to herself as she put one hand on the path. Suddenly, the rock she had been standing on, started to slip.

  Uh oh, she thought. "Uh oh" was right. She was caught in the middle of a mudslide. All of the mud that she was resting on, slid from underneath her. She learned about mudslides in school; They were very dangerous. That's all she knew about them. She knew she had to get to the path. Immediately. She struggled trying to stay on the path, but it was useless. The muddy ground slipped from underneath her, bringing her with it. Mud splashed everywhere. It was getting caught all in her hair, and all over her brand new sweater. Mother would not be happy. Marie was imagining her funeral. Her mother would stand at the podium, saying: "She was a great daughter... But she wouldn't have died if she hadn't got her saddle shoes dirty!" Marie erased that thought. She suddenly came to a stop. She was completely covered in mud. She cleared the mud out of her eyes, and looked up. A huge boulder was rolling down the hill. Marie panicked. She moved side to side, but the mud was too packed down to let her get up. Her mind went blank. Was she really going to die? No. She thought. Well maybe, she thought once more. She scrunched her eyes closed and held onto her cross shaped necklace. She then felt a huge jolt to her head. Everything quickly faded.

Marie dreamt of her mother and father. Her mom was in her flower printed dress, and outrageous blue eyeshadow. Her father had his tan suit in with his pipe in his mouth. They were both glaring at her with their arms folded.

"Marie Ruth Walker," her mother started, "We told you not to walk near the mud in your new shoes!" Her father finished.

"You're grounded!" Her mother shouted, kicking Marie in the gut. Marie suddenly woke up, spitting out mud and water. Her face was covered in soggy mud, and so were her clothes. She looked up to see a boy with soft dark hair that waved upward. A small cocker-spaniel was next to him.