Gripping On To The Truth

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Chapter 5 (v.1)

Submitted: August 01, 2012

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Ugh I swear to god this is the fifth time I've tried to write this, but my iPod keeps deleting it. So, anyway, I was recently on vacation and it has given me time to think about my story. Good news: I have had time to figure out a more stable plot line that (hopefully) I plan to stick to for the time being. I am not giving up yet. Like I said before, I'm not a quiter. Bad news: I haven't written anything for like a week! My fingers are dying to write my thoughts down, so this chapter might be a bit rushed but I will try my best to slow myself down. Again, if you think I'm losing my grip on this story, let me know. Seriously. I don't want to be writing something that no one is reading. Let me know. Even I you just give me advice like, you need to be more descriptive, or something. I am not easily offended at all so give me your advice. I promise I won't eat you...

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Nothing. That is pretty much all I got from Jay. I got a few occasional random thoughts, but for the most part I got nothing. This was really frustrating me. The only way I would be able to get anything is if I literally broke into his mind. With his immense power, I would either have to get his permission, or catch him by surprise. I was betting on the latter. I don't think he would just allow me to crack open his deepest thoughts.

Fortunately, gym was last block. I'm sure I would've been out of it in any class, as I'd be to busy thinking about surprising Jay. As it was, I almost tripped up the steps, into the door, coming home. Well, I did trip up the steps, but I managed to grab the old, weathered, railing before doing a header into the door. I glanced down at the railing. How did it manage to hold me up? I saw the cat break the railing on the other side of the steps only a few days ago. Whatever. I'm not usually one to doubt fate.

I threw my bag down on the welcome mat, inside. Who puts a welcome mat inside? Marcie does. I sighed inwardly, then cringed. After my 'episode' this morning, I'm sure Marcie will want to talk to me about my 'feelings'. Like she actually cares about what I feel. I'm just some charity case that she probably took in just so she could brag to her church friends. Like anyone actually cares about my feelings. Even if someone actually did, I would never tell them. I know what it's like to live with someone else's burdens.

"Hey! Anyone home?" I called. My voice echoed throughout the house. No one answered.

Without taking my boots off, I walked into the kitchen. Even from the doorway I could see the note on the otherwise spotless fridge. Most families had papers stuck all over the fridge. Not Miss.Everything-Has-To-Be-Perfect-Marcie. Nothing is out of place in this house. Except me. I'm out of place everywhere.

I walked over to the fridge, ripping the note off. The magnet that was holding the note up fell to the tiled floor. It was one of those 'insert picture here' magnets. There was no picture in it. I looked back at the note.

Fyre,

I had to take Maria to ballet. I wasn't sure if you remembered. Could you run down to the store and grab a few things for dinner? I left a list on the counter, by the stove. Be home in a few hours.

Thanks, Marcie

With the whole Jay thing on my mind, I has completely forgotten about Maria's dance.

I grabbed the list from the counter. It was fairly short. I still had my boots and jacket on, so I headed out for the store.


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