Rina & Will

Sadie Thompson

Ring Ring. The bell sounded it usual signal. This time for lunch. Will walked into Park High's colossal cafeteria, spotting Rina in the distance. The cafeteria had giant stain glass windows that embellished light that seemed to dance across the tables. He walked from the lunch line to her table. "Hey Will." Rina greeted. Will sat down next to her, and saw a red haired girl with freckles sitting across from them. Rina gestured to the girl sitting next to her. "Will, this is Sadie." Will picked up his apple. "Hi." Sadie grinned in a shy manner. She seemed just as shy as Will. Sadie Thompson was in the same class as Rina, all timid and shy. Her cherry red hair and small freckles that ran across her nose, made her rather noticeable. 

Sadie's mother, Sharon, and father, Steve, were love at first sight. The two of them were high school sweet hearts, and were your typical cheerleader and jock couple. Sharon had the same coloring as her daughter. Red hair, and dark ocean blue eyes. In the early seventies, Sharon was a sales lady, and Steve was fighting in the Vietnam War at the time. Sadie was an only child and was equally loved by her parents. People say the "S" family was the world's most picture perfect family. The unmistakably sweet parents, daughter that was a spitting image of her mother, a huge house with a picket fence on a corner lot, and a mother who would occasionally host dinner parties for the neighborhood every weekend. It seemed like nothing could go wrong...

8:35 pm. Sadie was only four years old, and Sharon was reading a book in her living room or in the so called parlor. Steve had been at Vietnam for four months, and the war was coming to an end. Sharon eagerly waited for the phone call that her beloved husband would be returning home. But as of that time, nobody had called yet. Sadie was upstairs playing dolls in her little dollhouse. Ring Ring. The telephone rang, making Sharon spring up from the sofa, and walk fast to the telephone on her kitchen wall. "Hello?" Was the last thing Sadie heard before a CLACK of the phone hitting the tile echoed throughout the house. Incoherent sobs were heard in the quiet home. The sound waves bumping off the walls and making it sound as if Sharon was in the room with her daughter. The young toddler came running down the staircase, practically fumbling over her night dress. "Is everything okay mommy?" May 28th 1975 at 8:40 pm, Steve Thompson was declared dead after dying in doctors care after complications from a wound in Vietnam. Sadie didn't understand at first, until she began to notice her father didn't return home after that night. That night turned into days, and days became weeks, then months, and then having turned into years. Sadie was quiet and rather reserved after that night. Not as outgoing as she perhaps used to be.