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The Vase

“C’mon! Toss it Nadia!” Steve, my younger brother, called. He bounced around, his dark brown hair bouncing up in down in rhythm to his repeated jumps. “Cool it or I won’t!” I said, it was almost a threat in some ways, I guess to him. He stopped bouncing, his face going serious. He //loved// football, he must have been absurd, which was the only conclusion I could come to with him. I tossed it; the test of my physical skills was in motion. The ball spun in all different directions, probably the worst throw in the history of football. It curved to the left, and the loud sound of breaking glass and the soft splash of water on carpet filled the air. “Nadia, your now officially the //worst// football player in the entire world,” Steve snapped as the sound of dad’s footsteps echoed above us from upstairs. “1-10?” I asked quickly, trying to fit in a small conversation. “-56” he answered. “That’s not possible!” I said, and dad’s voice interrupted our small conversation. “What did you //do?”// he exclaimed, staring at the bits of red and purple glass that littered the ground. “Um…. Broke…. A…. umm… vase??” I said quietly. He looked evil, it was every here and there a blow out came, and right now I was almost positive he was trying his hardest to hold it back. “I’m… not… //stupid!//” he snapped, and pointed towards my room, then looked at Steve. Steve ran, he shot up the stairs and disappeared around the corner. I put my head down, ashamed, and slipped into my room silently. Father had been so… stressed lately. He didn’t even try to do anything with us. He would only help when absolutely needed. It was like he was a ghost. Father was falling apart. I was terrified by his behavior for the past month or two. And mom was better in some ways. She got mad very easily now. But she tried to help when she could. Her problem was she hovered. It was hard to be doing something while being stared at. Just something I’d never been comfortable with. To me, when someone stared at me, I would somehow imagine myself on a stage, with the crowd staring intently on my every move. I sat down on my bed, and plopped back onto my back. There was nothing to do, and I found myself daydreaming, again. I had always tried not to daydream so much. When I started, it continued. It was an addiction. Sometimes it was good. But other times my daydream would turn into dreams, and sometimes they felt real. And when things got bad, the crying started. It was a flaw in me. Just like anything related to running, dancing, sports, ect. I closed my eyes, and within minutes I passed out. I must have been tired, a sea of black water swam before me, and no dreams interrupted me. I was left to wonder in silence and darkness, to discover nothing, other then the endless sea of black.

Discovery of the Living Lies

I yawned, stretching my arms above my head as I did so. Ugh, Monday.... again. Why did it always seem to be Monday. What, did all the other six days just go into hibernation during the winter and come back around in the summer? I sighed, and slowly got out of bed. I hurriedly picked out an outfit and put it on. If I hurried, maybe I could call Lilyan, my old friend that moved away over summer break. I opened my door, and shot down the stairs.

To the cereal! I thought, as I turned into the kitchen. There was no way I would miss the chance of cereal when I had this much time on my hands. I reached out, and grabbed the first box of cereal my eyes set sight on. I lazyily poored my cereal, and a little milk, into my bowl. Eating and drinking all at once! One of the best creations in the food world. I ate quickly, trying to fit in more time to talk to Lilyan if she answered, and I put all my hopes together to believe she would answer. I made my way to the phone, and sat down in the computer chair while I dialed Lilyan's number, of which I had remember by heart. The phone rang, and then again, and again. It rang at least 10 times, and no answer. I put the phone down softly, even though I had wanted to slam it into the depths of the earth. She hadn't answered once and it had been over two months. All hopes that she hadn't moved on were now lost. I turned and bumbed into the computer. “YOU HAVE MAIL” a loud, female voice said loudly. “O MY GOSH!” I cried out, jumping and facing the computer screen. The internet was opened, one of my brothers must have forgotten to shut down the computer again. But it wasn't their doing, it was opened up to my mother's email. She had forgotten to log out of the computer. I stared, confused, and a name of one of the emails caught my eye. Divorcement, was the title of the conversation. I guess at this point curiousity got the best of me and I looked around. //Click....// the sound of the humming computer was the only sound I could hear as my eyes moved silently over the words. I didn't get it, and read it again. It struck my as if a baseball had just hit me in the stomach. I was speechless as I read the words again, locking them into my mind no matter how hard I tried to keep it out.

//Dear Christine,// //Don't know what to do. I guess I'll just announce a divorcement. Thats the only option I have left. He's not worth it. I'm leaving. What do you think?// //Please Answer,// //Ellia//

A new feeling entered my stomach, making it tighten. I felt like I was going to scream. But I didn't. Past all the hate and feelings I now felt for my mom, I felt guilt. She's going through torture, not me. But now I was. Should I tell dad? The phone was right there, just within my grasp. Or should I wait. She wouldn't //really// leave us would she? Another thought came to my mind, she would want one of us. Like in all those sad shows and movies. The parents each decide on the children, and sometimes they don't switch, sometimes they do. I slowly X-ed out of her email, and shut the computer down. I then finished getting ready, somehow getting past the temptation of crying.

Fight I picked up my backpack, just as the bell started to ring, and rushed out of the school. I headed over to the area of the stream, which I always called Harmony Stream. I walked, my feet making a soft thud on the green grass. Thoughts flashed through my mind, each one buzzing and leaving a loud echo to settle inside the depths of my head. I wanted to rip my hair out, to scream, to fall, to cry, any action the felt better then this! The thoughts made me walk faster, was my mind thinking the impossible? Could I run away from all of this? The pathway in sight, I picked up my pace even further, and soon entered the small forest the inhabited the town of Portland, Oregon. Suddenly I heard laughing, and ducked down behind a bush. Don't catch me! Don't see me! Don't hear me! I didn't want to be caught here, the horrible thoughts in my mind were too much to take at this moment, having to deal with other people was just way too much. “She's so annoying sometimes, it's like she's //trying// to get you mad!” Said a voice. Was that... Aleia? “ Should it matter? She's been a total idiot the past two days. I mean she won't even look up from her work or her food. She's dead.” Another voice said simply. I gasped, and covered my mouth when I did so. Danielle! The worthless.... whatever-you-call-it!! I stepped back, and tripped, making a large thud, the cracking sound of a tree branch as I tried to hold onto it, and the hissing OW that was pushed out between my teeth. “ What was that?” Aleia asked. Soundless screams of animosity rang inside my head. They spied on me! Danielle was never my friend! She's just acting so she can report back to her mighty leader or whatever she thinks she is! I scrambled to my feet, and looked around quickly, suddenly I realized, there, right in front of me, stood Aleia and Danielle. “ Listening in on us Nadia? Thats not very nice.” Daniella sneered as Aleia talked, and Aleia just smiled. “ Your nothing close to nice. And you call me mean? Must have a problem.” I answered, dusting myself off. Aleia looked annoyed. As Aleia opened her mouth Daniella spoke up. “ Least I don't dwell on stupid little things, unlike you. People say your so sad that your best friend James is moving away.” Danielle just smiled as pain struck. She was right, he was. He didn't even try to tell his parents he didn't //want// to move. “ Guess hes one of my only friends, seeing as //someone// thinks its so magical and amazing to go talking behind my back!” I snapped, and slung my backpack over my shoulder. My jeans were covered in brown from the soil on the ground. “ Guess we're not friends anymore,” Danielle said. “ Guess we're not,” I said. //Daniella-// “Fine,” //Me-// “Fine,” //Daniella-// “Fine!” //Me-// “Fine!” I didn't move, nor did Daniella. I stared at her icily, and turned and ungracefully walked away.

The Plan

I had no clue what I was going to do. I knew I had to do something, anything that might take this situation into an easier problem. I was confused, staring blankly at a note book in front of me, and listening to the rhythm my heart made. How did it seem so easy for all those people in the movies? It just shows them when they’ve figured it out and it usually works in the end! The fiction had become nonfiction, such a disappointment. All those times I’d wish for something to really happen, and when something actually //does// happen. I hate it and want to run away! I tried to focus, but somehow found myself wondering off topic every few minutes. Stupid questions entered my mind, things like //wonder what it’s going to be like tomorrow,// or, //I’m still confused on question 5 in my homework.//

The only reason I would get back on topic is the same thought that always did since I found out the secret. //What will happen next? What if I don’t help in time?// That was the hard question. It was hard to keep out of my mind, but easy to imagine it. There was that saying; //it takes a creative mind to entertain a thought without actually accepting it.// I sighed, what was up with me? The one time I absolutely //need// to focus and I’m going off about some dumb sayings I saw in a classroom. I stared back down at the paper, and an idea struck. //Why not just copy the movies, add my own ideas every here and there, to match up mom and dad again. I’m sure they’ll realize what they want. One of those, blind date kind of things, in a place they both love and maybe a place where it would bring back memories. They just// had //to still love each other.// It was the best idea I had, and I scribbled it down. The sun had set, and my lamp was the only light in the room. I felt empty. It was as if I just stepped into a hole, an abyss, and was just waiting for that moment when I’d suddenly hit ground, and the pain of it all will come. I laid down on my bed, not bothering to pull the covers up, seeing as it was only the beginning of winter, and closed my eyes, back into the waters of a blackened night lay before me, and I stepped into it great fully, the only time of peace at mind I had through this what seemed like never ending nightmare of reality.

Hating Vegas

I was planning for my so called “awesome” and “not possible to ruin plan” to go into motion. I wanted the blind date to be set up on November 13, seeing as I loved November and 13 was my lucky number. I would act like some guy that liked Mother over the computer, and would email Father with the news of wanting him to be part of my buissness. They would both come to the same place, and I would set up some way of getting them to the same table. The cool part was they would re-fall in love and have a happily ever after story. I must have been a super-guienus, until the moment Mother opened her mouth.

“Hun-” Mother started. She never talked to me like that. Was this the moment? Was this when she would look at me and tell me dad and her were getting a divorcement, and who I was going to be stuck with? I bit my lip, so hard it hurt. “I'm going on a buissness trip,” she said, and I relaxed a little. “Where?” I managed to say, the thought of the email on my mind. I wanted to ask why she wanted a divorcement, why she would even think about leaving Father. But I didn't, and I had no clue why I would. “L.A.” Mother answered, and smiled. “Just for a week, then I'll be back.” she added. I wanted to scream, my plan was ruined. She would have time to finally make her decision in the week to come, and there was no way I could stop her. Unless somehow getting the flight canceled or somehow making it to where she couldn't get on the plane. The only thing I could think of doing right now is find a way to beg. But she would be suspicious,wouldn't she? Careful consideration in a matter of minutes, that must count as brain abuse. Begging was out, agreeing was finally in. “Oh, well have fun!” I said, trying not to let my voice break. The thought of running away from her right now was almost overwelming, and I kept trying to take the idea out of my mind. A week, was the lady trying to give me nightmares!? She would be able to sit in her room at free time, thinking about the decision, she would be able to shop, and think about the stupid decision!

I smiled kind at Mother, and walked away, I didn't want to go in my room, even though I had at least 1,000 pounds of homework sitting on my bed. I sighed, and shut the front door behind me. My eyes stung, but I held tears back, seeing as no help would come with crying. I kept walking, I decided to go to Harmony Stream, least that was where my feet took me. I hadn't took anything with me, giving me more unwanted time to think. It felt like my stomach was tightening with every step I took, coming to the point where I thought I would explode from the inside out.

I made my way past trees and bushes, and finally got to Harmony Stream. “Time to replan this,” I muttered to myself out loud, and sat down on a rock and grabbed a dead branch that had fallen off of a tree. I started writing in the sand by the stream, which was almost big enough to be a river, but not quiet. The stream was a soft bubbling sound in the background as I drew my plan. The sun slowly progressed up in the sky, then started to make its way down. The whole time I was left to wonder in my own thoughts, trrying ro figure out the new plan that will keep up my happily ever after story.

Recovery of Hope

I felt confident, determened, but almost overwelmed with doubt. I had about 12 hours to save a family, just like one of those drama's on TV. Blah haha! It was hopeless. No matter how hard I tried, I would have to come to my senses at some point. I laid down, and started thinking. The problem was, people always told me to keep my mind open, but if I kept my mind open, it would always wonder off, pondering the negative and really idiotic thoughts, that didn't even relate in any way to the situation I was tryin to fix. Could I figure out how to cancel the plane? Or.... maybe get my mom to //not// go onto the plane? Well, least there was a bright side. If I failed, I could blame Aphrodite, goddess of love, for making my mom leave my dad. I somehow imagaened her, her voice ringing in my ears, but it was only my imagaenation. //Arrogant child, wanting the best for everyone, wanting your life to be perfect.// I was almost positive she would say something like that, letting the other gods back her up. But, was I //really// thinking about some large powerful people in the sky could save this terrible mess? Damn me and my imagaenation at work. Back to topic. Maybe, if I got her off the plane.... buy how? An idea struck. I suddenly felt so dumb. Take her ticket! Take it, rip it to shreds, throw it into a river!!Murder it!!!!

Now, how to take the ticket. I mean, she wouldn't like to spend another $300 dollars on a ticket, and she wouldn't drive, she hated driving so long. And I was //positive// that she wouldn't fly standby, she might not be able to get on a plane, having wasted money if she couldn't get a seat. She would be keeping the tickets in her purse, she always did that with important things, if they were small. She treated tickets like cash. She also always puts her purse by her closet, her bed, or on the kitchen counter. It couldn't backfire! I got up, was mom even home?

The faster I put my plan into action, the faster I could get past this. I looked out my window, seeing my moms car. Perfect. I just go, get her purse, take the tickets, put the purse back, and down to the river! I darted out of my room, successfully finding her purse by the kitchen, she must have been on the compuuter in the other room. I was silent as I looked for the ticket. Guess strategy was helpful, thinking and planning things out, seeing as I found the tickets and put the purse back, making it look like I was before as well as possible, seeing as she might notice. “Mom! I'm heading down to the stream!” I called, shoving on my boots and putting the ticket in the pocket of my jeans.

Down to the River

Down to the river. Time felt slow, I felt like I was doing some kind of criminal thing, but I had pulled together $70 dollars for the dinner. I was thinking about The Melting Pot, a fancy resturaunt about a mile away. As I walked I thought, how to get dad and mom to a resturaunt.... could I say mom's friend called and wanted to meet her there, and tell dad his friend wanted to meet him there?