Sitting on the lawn of the school, limbs sprawled out into the soft grass, I look into the sky. The way it illuminates everything is absolutely gorgeous. I remember this one time, Caleb rented a private jet for a week. The first time he took me up in it was my first time ever flying in a plane. I looked down at the passing hills and scenery below, and couldn't help but wonder. Then there were the clouds. The fluffy white balls of mist that somehow stay put in the sky. When we flew through one, it felt like we were going through the gates of heaven as we emerged from the top of the cloud and into the golden sun. It was. Magical.
"Excuse me, Ms. Morgan. Remember me? I came here a few days ago inquiring about the documentary to be made. You said you would ask your parents." A slender woman blocks the sun, causing my eyes to flurry open.
"Um, yes. What was your name again?" I say, shielding my eyes with my hand.
"Victoria Barron, would you mind going inside to discuss this?" She says, fixing her tan pants suit. She glances uncomfortably at the grass, and I decide to mess with her.
"Yes, actually. Why don't we discuss it out here, have a seat right next to me," I pat the ground beside me.
At this action, Victoria's eyes widen.
"Are you sure? It's much cooler inside anyway. Does it seem hotter all of a sudden to you?" She begins feeling her forehead.
"I'm just kidding, let's go." I say, gathering my items.
"You're just going to leave us here?" Jen jokingly pouts.
After a short wave, we head towards the double doors leading into the school.
I follow her into the meeting room, where she takes the same seat as last time.
"Alright, so have you decided yet?" She inquires, pushing her hair out of her face.
"Yes, I have." I say.
"Alright, let's hear it."
"No."
"No? What do you mean, no?"
"No, I don't want to do it." I say, leaning back into the chair.
"Why not?"
"I just don't think it would be what Caleb wants."
"This isn't about what Caleb wants, it's about what you want."
"And I want Caleb to help me decide. So, if you'll excuse me, I must be heading to class. Call me when he is out of the hospital and back in perfect condition. Goodbye, Mrs. Barron."
And just like that, I left just as quick as I came.
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(Un)Fortunate
JugendliteraturImagine what it's like to have your life changed forever in a fraction of a second. Arielle "Ellie" Morgan and her twin brother Caleb would be like any other seventeen year old kids. If it weren't for the screaming fans, flashing lights of the papar...
