“The Trip of a Lifetime”
It was supposed to be the summer of a lifetime. But instead it ended in disaster. My parents were in a car and…well all I remember is a loud crash followed by pain. What was supposed to be the greatest trip of my life, ended up changing my life, forever. After my parents died I moved in with my great-grandparents. Where I would be home schooled. I paid little attention to my grandmother, or my studies. Lately all I do is draw. Draw pictures of this beautiful landscape around me. My grandfather is old fashion. “You should be helping in the field. Not sitting by the pond, drawing on a napkin.” That’s what he had said when I told him I was coming down here by the pond today. “Leave him alone, Wayne.” My grandmother had said to him orderly. We live in the country. Where the sky is the shade of my mother’s eyes. And the trees blowing in the wind reminds me of my father’s voice. My father always encouraged my drawing. Everything was so pretty. I stayed until sunset. The sky became a pink-yellow shade of blue. The pink was the exact color of my mom’s shirt the day of the accident. I hadn’t even realized I was crying. I couldn’t stop. It was getting dark so I decided to head back to the house. The house was more like a shack. And I could already smell my grandmother’s sweet apple cobbler. The apples straight from the tree. The smell reminded me of my mother’s savory scented floral perfume. I had to stop thinking about them. They were everywhere in my head. I had to stop thinking. I walked straight into the house ignoring the fresh scent of apples, and headed for my room, flopping down on my bed. The next morning I snuck out my bedroom window and went straight to the pond. Today I had a small blank sheet of paper, and a pencil without an eraser. Today I would draw my parents holding me in their arms, or a self-portrait of myself. Both of these ideas appealed to me, but there was no escaping the beauty of the nature around me. I’m not sure how long I stayed there in that one spot. But when I looked up it was pitch black. How had I not known that it had gotten so dark? It seemed to go by so quickly. ....When I’m drawing it’s like nothing and no one exist... ...except me I lay down on my back. Looking up at stars in the sky. It was supposed to be the summer of a lifetime. The trip of my life. But it ended in disaster. Disaster that was supposed to ruin my life forever. But lying here with the wind blowing through the trees. And the sky being the color of my mother’s eyes. I couldn’t help but feel strangely lucky.
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