The most that I remember was that long hallway, full of people next to
their lockers, they all knew each other, and the groups were well-defined. Some
of the popular girls were gossiping, a guy wearing a jersey was flirting with a
cheerleader, when another girl saw him, a strange guy with a skateboard was
saying "what's up?", and a strange group was walking very faster get
to their class early. There were many stories connected with, and also I could
see typical scenes that are shown in a hallway: some books fell down when
somebody opened a locker; somebody was asking for the homework; etc. Everything
was a mess, a mess well organized, where somebody like me couldn’t enter.
My name is Elizabeth, in my last school I used to like that people called
me Beth, but there I didn't know who I was. I knew that I was not too tall,
well I've never been tall, but I was thin, and I looked taller, I had long
brown, wavy hair. I had black eyes, which , my grandma used to say, where
like the never ending night, hidden by a pair of glasses. I knew
was wearing an old fashioned red dress with a coat and a pair of
brown boots, I was different, and i had just one question to
answer, what had I done to go to grant high school? And the answer was
simple, because of my past.
I used to go to St. Albans school, a private school, in Oregon, near the
Columbia river, where I used to get the best grades and also was popular I
lived in a big old house near my school, my friends went there every weekend to
watch movies or play, my life was perfect... but from all of a sudden, I had to
move away, my parents got divorced because of no reason, and my world became
upside down.
I walked through the hallway, wishing that somebody smiled at me, but I
was a ghost for them, and I just move on, trying to get to the office. When I
got there, the bell rang and I just asked for my schedule and I tried to get to
my first class, when I got there, I looked through the door’s window and
I saw that the class had already started, and I noticed that it was math class,
there were like 25 students, but nobody was paying attention, everybody
was sending text-messages, the teacher, who didn’t care, was explaining something
about the general equation, the board was full of equations and I was outside
wishing not to make any noise while I opened the door, but I did the exact
opposite, I apologized and just sat in the middle at the front, and the
teacher continued his class; he was saying " The formula is minus b
plus the square root of b square minus four times a times c over two times
a." I knew that topic, I saw it last semester, and there was no reason to
pay attention. The class was over and I change from classroom, I was still a
ghost for everybody there, and that was my story for every class, until my free
hour...
When I woke up, I was in a white and small room, well organized, with
many shells full of books, and a big window that showed the backyard where I
was, it showed the top of the trees of many colors, but the red maple tree,
still kept my attention.- it is a beautiful tree, isn't it?- a
woman dressed in white said, while she was entering to the room, I answered-
yes, it is, but it. Is curious, it has something, a few minutes ago I was
there, and I guy-. She put me a thermometer in the mouth and shut up me up, and
she explained - he was here a few minutes ago , but he left
evaluate he needed to do something, and he left this note; he is so
handsome, is he your boyfriend? - and I answered- no, I've just met him, and I
only remember his voice, his melodious voice- and she said- ah, ok; now
please give me the thermometer- as she took out the thermometer and she
continued- you don't have fever, but please stay here For another
hour, so I can check your vital signs- and finally she left. I took a
deep breath and I started to read the note; it said “hey! Well, sorry that I
have left you here all by yourself, but I needed to do something else; I hope
you forgive me, see you soon!” I looked through the window, the beautiful
landscape, how everything matched the way it should, as I tried to remember how
did he look; was he handsome? Was he somebody that I know? Is this what people
call “love”? I’ve never thought of this, maybe this was just a dream, but how I
could feel it? How it seemed too real? Anyway, I decided to sleep.
When I woke up, I wasn’t at my school, I was in hospital, with many tubes
connected through me, and I couldn’t feel any pain, anyway I felt something,
like if someone, something, was missing, and I looked for somebody, I don’t
know who, nobody was there, I looked in my hands, they were only closed, and
with nothing inside, -am I getting crazy?- I thought,- what was that? A dream? But
it felt so real…- and from all of a sudden I started to cry, my heartbeat
stayed clam, like if it knew something that could change everything.
My mom came inside the room, she was upset and calm, I didn’t know what
to say, so I just dropped another tear, she said – I’m so sorry, I’ve never thought
of this, but somehow I knew it, he is such a coward, and you deserve an
explication of why we got a divorce. - And she hugged me, just as she knew and
proceed- when you were born, it was not only you, you had a twin brother, but
we didn’t have the enough money to take care of both, your dad was still
studying, and I never knew this, because it was a secret between your dad and
the doctor, and I knew it a few days ago, I felt ashamed, angry. And I know
that this is hurting you I’m so sorry- and she started to cry.
Days after, I left the hospital, and
when I left the room, I found under the bed, my book, with a note, my glasses
and a cherry flower inside, next to “valentine” with a little big modification
“For her this rhyme is
penned, whose luminous eyes,
brightly expressive as the twins of Leda,
Shall find her own sweet name, that nestling lies
Upon the page, enwrapped from every reader.
Search narrowly the lines!- they hold a treasure Divine- a talisman- an amulet, That must be worn at heart, you must never forget
to smile, Beth I know you are lonely,
and I hope to be alright , but I will meet you somewhere else, and never forget that
I love you so much.
Please give mom a hug, and take care of yourself.
Love,
Your brother.
Written by
SW.
