Forgotten Words

Chapter 1

Today was the first day of fall. I can see the changes in Durvey Street. The trees are turning yellow, the grass are turning brown, and the weather was changing. This year may be my year, to be the best person I can be. Last year, my shyness ruined a lot of opportunities and hopes. I was just walking down the street, looking up at the sky and waiting for something good to happen. Suddenly, I see Mr. Reynolds across the street watering his garden, waving at me.

“Hey Sierra, how are you?” shouting as loud as he can so I can hear him clearly

“I’m fine, I’m walking home and I need to be home on time!”

“Oh okay, have a good one. I’ll see you later, alligator!” again waving his hands back at me.

I have always liked Mr. Reynolds. He was very kind, funny, and his voice always reminded me of a movie I once saw when I was little. Someday, just someday, I will be like Mr. Reynolds when I grow up. I want to stay happily single and live alone. Probably, I will have a small job that pays me the right amount of money. He has three dogs and a garden to keep him productive, but, I wonder if he has a wife. Well, I have never seen Mrs. Reynolds before. She must be pretty and nice. If I ever see her, I would just tell her that she is the most luckiest woman in the world. 

My house was two houses away from Mr. Reynolds across the street. I just liked it how, I can see him everyday and if the moment was right, he would invite me to his house and give me treats. The house where I lived was very simple and small. Small enough for three family members. My mom, my dad, and myself. I don’t rarely see my dad because he is in the military, and my mom, she stays at home watches over me. I rang the doorbell five times, so my mom knows it was me. She is very quiet and shy like me, but she is like all the other ordinary moms. I can hear my mom walking to the door and about to open it. The door finally opens and I see her regular, everyday face. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and went straight to my room. I crashed into bed and just looked at the ceiling as if I was attracted to it. 

“Honey, you want to eat supper?” my mom slightly opened the door looking at me.

“No, I’m okay. I had a big lunch earlier.” It was a lie that I had to tell her because eating with her alone was awkward. 

“Okay, tell me if you want to eat.” she looked disappointed and walked away closing the door behind her.

I love my mom, its that since my dad left to Iraq, my mom changed all of a sudden. I can see that she wants my dad more than ever because living here alone while I’m gone to school every week is very lonely. We used to be a happy family, but now it is just a quarter and a half. Life has changed a lot lately, but I know that not everything will be easy. Hardships will come, but I don’t even think I’m ready for it. 

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The days went by so slow. I was at school doing a project with my partner, Lexi. She is very fun, energetic, and the opposite of me. 

“Hey Sierra, you want to see something really cool?” she always smiled as usual, just the way I liked it. 

“Sure.” I didn’t really want to look, but I went for it and pretend that I was interested.

“Look, my mom bought me a diary. Isn’t it cool?” 

“Yeah, I guess.” I nodded and went back to work. 

Lexi’s diary looked pretty. It had colorful flowers on the front and it has enough pages for her to write in, but I wasn’t interested in a diary. I think it’s weird that people just write their life in a book. I write my life in my head, just the way I like it. I would never tell about my ordinary life, and I would like to keep it the way it is. Lexi showed me how to be social by talking to random people my age, but it didn’t work out too well. I think I’m fine and I just like how my life is. I like to have little friends because it creates less drama for me. It’s good to be rich, but I prefer to be very simple and I just don’t like it how rich people in my school brag. They have cool stuff to bring, but when they show it off, it’s not cool because your just making everyone jealous. Sometimes, I want to be like them. I want to be the person who brags about my cool things so I can let them know how lucky I am. Unfortunately, I am not that person. I am Sierra Lane. You see people like me everyday who wants to be lucky as you, but they aren’t. Their special words that comes from the heart is lucky.