My Essence Keeper

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I hear a twig snap and I quickly look around. My heart beats quickly and I breath like I’ve just ran a marathon. I see trees, creek, more trees and…well, more trees. No freakish monster or whatever would have jumped out to attack me. It was probably just a bird or something.
I get back to breathing my normal pattern and look beyond the creek. There is an old grey house I’ve never notice before. In fact, I’m sure I’ve never seen it before. It’s just on the other side of the creek. The house looks almost abandoned. I see no sign of life.
But wait, there’s someone standing on the porch of the house. They are looking past me. I focus my eyes a little bit more and see that it is a man. Well, he doesn’t look quiet that old. Almost, like he is in his twenties. I frown to myself, wondering why he is there.
His eyes slowly move toward me like he is surveying the land. But when he catches my eyes on him, he then quickly moves into the house and shuts the door.

Chapter 1 (v.1) - My Essence Keeper

Submitted: July 19, 2012

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My Essence Keeper

Chapter 1

 

The cold November air hits me and picks at my skin. I shiver. But then I relax because I’m used to it. I pull my jacket tighter around me. The sky is grey and you can see everyone’s breath. I just got out of my last class for the day and I start toward my locker. Everyone starts chatting away about their day and soon their voices fill every crack in the Newport, Vermont High school court yard.

My senior year has been just like any typical senior year. Hit all the big parties, hung with all my friends, cheered at all the football games. I guess you could call me the most popular girl in school. I’m blonde, smart, and a cheer leader. How more typical could I get?

As soon as I walk up to my locker my friend Jaleel squeals with her brown curls flowing around while she bounces. “Can you believe; two weeks left of school and then we are out of this crap-town and on to college?!”

I laugh and open my locker. My nose is getting cold and I have a feeling it’s probably red. “It seems like yesterday when I was coloring outside the lines.”

“So has he asked you yet?” Jaleel asks me, while widening her eyes for the answer.

I’m not really sure what answer to give her. Landon hasn’t talked to me since after the game last Friday. We’ve been friends – well I really don’t know what label to name us – for about five months. It has been obvious – well, obvious to me – that we have something going on. Now all I’m doing is waiting for him to ask me out. But he hasn’t. At least not yet.

We already had our prom and I went with a bunch of friends and Landon had an appointment with Stanford. Yes, Stanford. I don’t even know why I bother trying to be with him when I’m still waiting to hear from three schools on the complete opposite side of the country. NYU, Princeton, and Yale.

Yeah, okay, I have high expectations. 

I shake the thoughts off and busy myself with collecting the books I need for homework. I see Jaleel frown in the corner of my eye and I know that she is trying to find something to say make my teenage girl heart believe that Landon really likes me.

“Who says you can’t ask him? I mean, the guy doesn’t always have to ask. Why don’t you just ask him?” She tells me. I stiffen and give her a look that says, Worst advise ever!

“Yeah, right, when hell freezes over, sure,” I say grabbing my bag and shoving my chemistry book in it. “I could never just walk to him and ask him out. Are you crazy?”

Jaleel rolls her eyes and takes out her cell phone. She quickly types something and then looks up at me. “It was just a suggestion.”

I shut my locker and then start down the crowded and loud court yard of all my peers. Everyone talking so loudly that they let me hear the disturbing fact that I really didn’t want to know – Taylor Strand had hooked up with Jack Hunter yesterday. Yep, it’s just a normal day for high school.

Just when I’m about to take another step, someone, comes out of nowhere, and then runs into my shoulder and I stumble and lose my step.

A blonde guy looks at me. “Sorry,” he says, brushing my shoulder with his hand and then quickly disappears into the sea of bodies. I stand, searching for who just did that, and wonder what just happened. One second he was nonexistent and the next he was slamming right into me.

Jaleel comes up beside me and shakes her head. “Well, he just hit you out of nowhere. Are you alright?”

I look at the last place I saw him and realize that I’ve gone to school here all my life and have never seen him. “Have you seen him before?” I ask Jaleel, not quite answering her question.

She gives me a look. “Maybe he’s new?”

“At the end of the senior year?” I say turning back to the crowd. Jaleel just shakes her head and shrugs her shoulders like she could care less.

Someone taps my shoulder and I jump ridiculously. I think I may have squealed. I turn and see blonde hair blue eyed Landon. I look at his fit body and nicely toned skin. I take a deep breath and force a smile, since I haven’t fully recovered yet.

“Are you alright?” Landon asks with a smirk on his face. He has books in one hand and his other is on my shoulder.

I nod like a fool and then hate myself for acting so stupid. I turn to tell Jaleel to wait for me but she is gone. Great friend she is.

“Have you heard from any schools yet?” He asks me and then takes his hand off my shoulder. I feel disappointed that he did back then focus on answering him. With words.

“No – no, I uh, haven’t.” I barley get out of my mouth.

He frowns and switches his books into his other hand. “Oh, well I’m sure you will. They would be stupid not to pick you.”

I smile for real this time. It’s so big and obvious that I don’t know how he missed the fact that I liked him.

Why don’t you just ask him? I could hear Jaleel saying. Could I really ask him? I straighten up and then adjust my bag on my shoulder.

“Landon,” I say, feeling my hands start to shake and sweat. Ew, but true. “Would you, umm, want to…?” He sits there listening patiently and then I fail my task. “Give me a ride. Jaleel left and I don’t have my car.” Well, at least some of my brain was working. I really did need a ride.

He rolls his eyes. “Of course,” He starts through the crowd and I follow his outside to the parking lot. We get to his white Mercedes and he opens the door for me. Another thing about Landon; he was rich. I was somewhere up there also but I didn’t get a Mercedes for my birthday.

After a somewhat uncomfortable ride to my house – because we couldn’t find anything to talk about – Landon stopped me before I got out of the car.

“Levia, I just wanted to let you know that I like you. And the reason I haven’t asked you out or anything was because we are going to college. Mine is in California and your will probably be on the opposite side of the country.” He tells me.

I try to listen but most of what I heard was, I like you. Then that repeating over and over again in my head. 

“Right,” I say. “I get it.”

“Okay,” he lets out a sigh. “I wish it wasn’t like this. But I guess we just have bad timing, you know.”

“Yeah,” I nod and force a smile.

We sit just looking at each other and then I look away and put my hand on the handle. “Thanks for the ride, Landon.”

He nods and leans forward. I pray that he doesn’t kiss me because then I’d be left with it knowing nothing could happen. He kissed my cheek and I mentally sigh.

I get out and walk up my driveway and to the front door to my giant glass house. (Seriously, the house was mostly glass except for the doors.) I turn and watch Landon drive away. It was for the best Landon and I. We couldn’t try a long distance relationship because it never works.

I pull out my keys and unlock the door. When the door opens all the way I see my dad standing with his shot gun in his hand. His short blonde hair was out of place and he was watching me carefully.

“Was he a gentleman?” My dad asks as I walk in and sigh.

“Oh, yes, daddy he was.” I roll my eyes and move past him. “Don’t worry we aren’t dating or anything. There’s no point.”

“Oh, uh…” My dad says, confused, as he puts his gun down by the door. “It wasn’t loaded anyways.”

I know that he wants me to laugh but I don’t feel like letting out the pattern of happiness. “I’m not in the mood, dad.”

I walk along the glass walls seeing almost every room near me. I turn into the black floored kitchen and silver counter tops. After I get an apple out of the fridge I slump down onto a chair by the counter top. My dad slowly enters the kitchen with caution, watching my movements carefully as I bite into the apple. He knows me well. He carefully chooses his words when I’m in a mood. Not easy living with an emotional teenager.

“What did he say, Levia?” My dad asks leaning against the counter across from me.

I finish chewing and then swallow. “He said that he likes me, but we’re going to college soon so there’s no point.” I shake my head and take another bite. I understand why Landon said this but I still could act like I didn’t. Good God, I’m such a teenager.

“Well, it’s true,” He says and then I give him a look. He puts his hands up like I was about to shoot him. “Look, honey, would you rather get your heart broken by trying a long distance relationship or just save yourself heartache now?”

He knew the answer.

I shake my head. “I’m going for a walk.” I tell him and then stand up.

“Don’t go too far.” My dad tells me.

I scoff. “It is our land. For what? A mile.”

“Fifty seven acres kiddo, make sure you stay on our side of the creek.” I roll my eyes, open the glass door and step outside into the cold air. My dad loves his land. It’s a lot for only using about a quarter of it for horses.

I make my way down the steps and onto the path stretching toward our big brown barn. The wind blows calmly and I catch the smell of Sugar Maple trees. I hear loud running and look to my left. My white horse, Cedar – I know weird name for a white horse, but for me it worked – gallops toward me. She comes to a stop and then blows air out of her nose. I pet the end of her nose, which is really soft.

“Hi, girl,” I say as she nods her head up and down. “Yes, you’re a good girl.” I tell her and then scratch her nose. Cedar lets me pet her and then one of our black horses runs past us and then she loses interest in me, flowing him.

I walk through the barn and into the trees. The fall color has past and the leaves are mostly off the trees now. I look up through the bits of the trees and see the grey sky. Soon it would snow.

I take a deep breath and look around. It’s quiet. I put my hands in my jacket pocket as a little brown bird dips down a few feet in front of me and hops around on the ground.

I know that I’ve been walking for so long when I see the creek. It flows quietly, the property line. I’ve walked a good half mile. As I sit on a rock before the creek I sigh. I want to hear from one of the colleges soon.

I hear a twig snap and I quickly look around. My heart beats quickly and I breath like I’ve just ran a marathon. I see trees, creek, more trees and…well, more trees. No freakish monster or whatever would have jumped out to attack me. It was probably just a bird or something.

I get back to breathing my normal pattern and look beyond the creek. There is an old grey house I’ve never notice before. In fact, I’m sure I’ve never seen it before. It’s just on the other side of the creek. The house looks almost abandoned. I see no sign of life.

But wait, there’s someone standing on the porch of the house. They are looking past me. I focus my eyes a little bit more and see that it is a man. Well, he doesn’t look quiet that old. Almost, like he is in his twenties. I frown to myself, wondering why he is there.

His eyes slowly move toward me like he is surveying the land. But when he catches my eyes on him, he then quickly moves into the house and shuts the door. Well, that’s rude. I stand up and walk closer to the edge of the creek.

Stay on our side of the creek. My dad had said. But I don’t want to. I want to wonder beyond.

Fine, dad. Today you get your way.

I turn around and start back through the trees. The guy might live there and it doesn’t seem like someone would actually live in that environment. But once I go back there another time I will get a better look.

Who am I kidding? Why would he live there? He could have just been out for an evening stroll like I was. Right, because guys just did that randomly. This is frustrating.

Soon I get back to the horses and start to relax my mind. The guy isn’t my problem. It’s not my land so I shouldn’t care. He could do what he wants there in that house.

Unless he crosses the property line, of course. Then, it would be my problem and I would care what he was doing.


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