What No One Talks About

A Short Story

Dear Friend,

Just like us, we do our best to shine bright throughout our lives, trying to look for the future. Only problem is that you're not looking at the future, but the past. But why do I care what happened in the past? Well, that's a good question. I try to not look back at my past even if it was one of the best times of my life. My older sister Honor used to look at the stars with me and tell me how when a person dies a new star would be created in recognition of the person's life. I remember all of the stories Honor would tell me before I went to sleep. She once told me about a girl who could talk to animals as if they were human. She said that her best friend was a hamster, but then everyone thought she was crazy or delusional. In the end, she made a friend (who wasn't an animal) who spoke to animals too, then lived happily ever after. I had a dream that night that I was that little girl and could talk to the animals too. Honor told me that the girl is out there, she just doesn't know that she has such a talent.

When Honor started high school she got interested in musicians like Billie Armstrong from Green Day and Gerard Way from My Chemical Romance. She would constantly come into my room and tell me to listen to such and such song and of course I would listen and say it was great even if that wasn't my opinion. Today I went to put flowers on Honor's grave which I did every Sunday after church. I wondered if she could see me lay the flowers down onto her grave.

Tomorrow is my first day of high school and let's just say that I'm not scared, I'm terrified, and there is no stopping that feeling from overflowing my mind. I have no friends which is a great start to going to high school. I was homeschooled in 8th grade, and let me just tell you it was like living in hell. I have had friends in grade school, but none of those close best friend people are always talking about.

My mom was a big help these past few years. Not only did her first daughter die ,but she just lost her best friend Amanda Wellington in a car accident with her two kids Ashlyn and Brooklyn in the back seat. Ashlyn was only 13 when she died in the hospital by the side of her twin sister Brooklyn. Ashlyn was in critical condition while Brooklyn was okay, and when I say okay I'm talking about both arms broken and paralyzed to the waist down, then yes she is okay. Brooklyn lives with her dad a couple blocks from my house. She comes over every Wednesday so I can help her cope with the loss of her sister and mother. This mostly consists of her crying and telling me everything she did not tell Ashlyn or her mom and how she wished that she could just see them one more time. I guess this is until next time.

Sincerely,

Anna

Dear Friend,

Today was my first day of high school, and let me just tell you it was a long day. The day began with me waking up in Honor's bedroom. I must have fallen asleep when I was writing last night. I got out of my sister's bed and put on a gray T-shirt with a red flannel. I slipped on my favorite pair of black leggings then went into the bathroom to do the necessary girl things. After I take an apple from the kitchen and kiss my dad, with a quick goodbye I speed to the door. By 8:00, I was firmly planted at the bus stop. Buses are extremely interesting. You never know whether or not they're going to actually stop at your bus stop. They're supposed to stop, but they don't always stop.

I get on the bus to see all the seats full except for one next to a girl with her strawberry blond hair pulled back into a ponytail that really showed her blue eyes. I shift over to the seat which was hard considering the sophomore boys flying paper airplanes and throwing their gum on the ceiling of the bus. I finally get to the seat and ask her if I could sit there which was hard taking into consideration that she was listening to her iPod with her Skullcandy headphones. I tap her shoulder to get her attention. She looks up from her iPod and takes out her headphones. "Can I sit here?" I say in a hurry since the bus driver is yelling at me to sit down.