Post by heartnsoul on May 3, 2013 20:59:12 GMT -5
The Angels or The Devils
The sun shone on the plain grey cement as a teenage girl walked past it, casting her shadow across the ground. Her black hair blew in the wind softly behind her body as she glided on her skateboard. Her face was slightly pinched, the sun shining in her blue eyes as she gazes around the neighborhood for her two story brick house.
Once she is there, she jumps off her skateboard with ease, picking it up in mid-air and opening the door to her roomy house. The chandelier above her head shone onto her, its crystals dangling softly in the air, so tempting to want to touch. To her right was the stairs, rounding up in a small spiral up to the upstairs. To her left was a hallway that leads to the kitchen. Then straight in front of her was the living room, the pearly white couches positioned to see the flat-screen in front of it a few feet up. Then to the left of the living room was a small fireplace with chairs, with a creamy mocha colored carpet under it.
She sighed as she drug her feet up the stairs, up to her bedroom with her own bathroom. She was happy that she had her own bathroom so she didn’t have to share it with her fourteen year old little brother. Seventeen and fourteen year olds don’t get along that well.
As Erin opens up her door, the cool air hits her face, pushing her already ruffled hair out of her round face. She smiled as the smell of cinnamon lifted into the air and a smile appeared over her lips. She set down her skateboard and bags, and then shuts the door behind her. She heads downstairs where her mother, Christina, was talking with her dad, Mark. Her annoying sibling, Ashton, was eavesdropping on them. He glanced up to see me and smiled. I gave him a deep glare and walked through the door, my mother cutting off her unfinished sentence.
“Hey, sweetie. Can we talk?”, she asks me softly, a concerned look on her face.
“What about?”, she asks uneasily.
“Well,” she said looking disappointed. This will be good, I thought.
“We are moving Erin, and with that, were taking you to a new school, a…different school.” She says to me and my jaw drops. How could she do this, just move all the sudden?
“What, why?” she asked, suddenly very aggressive in her tone.
“We just need to move, get a fresh start, you know?” she asked me, knowing I was mad, and I could see her tone rise with mine.
“Fine, but see if I even or ever talk or look at you again!!” Erin screamed, immediately shoving the door for it to slam into the wall and leave a black hole the size of her fist. She stormed up the stairs, tears streaming down her flustered cheeks, her hair starting to plaster to her furious face. She started to pack her bags, throwing all her stuff in at once, until her drawers and dresser were empty. She then cleaned out the rest of her room until nothing was left.
Afterwards, she busted her piggy bank, which held about $900 in it. She pushed the money into her front pocket, zipping the unusual placed zipper. She then slammed the front door and climbed into her mustang, tossing her pink striped bag behind the driver’s seat. Backing out of the driveway quickly, she turns as hazy smoke blazes off the tires, until she is on her way to somewhere unknown.
Tears dripped silently from her face, as she drove down the street smoothly. She pushed softly on the break when a red light came, and was suddenly shifted forward, her head hitting the dash board with a loud “honk” of the car horn. A car had just hit her, and she was knocked out. Only the sound of screeching tires and ambulance alarms filled her head. And before she knew it, she was out, blackness concealing her brain, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, and her eye lids shutting softly, but tightly.
She suddenly appeared through a hazy white fog, light shining through it. There was a white stone path that headed somewhere unknown. White puffy clouds were all around, and something was nagging at Erin’s brain, telling her to walk down the path. Erin obeyed the command and started down the path, walking silently. She had just noticed she was wearing a white cloak over her clothes that was pulled up over her head. It was soft as silk.
Once Erin had reached the end of the path, it went into two ways; one was flaming with hot coals, the other was the warm white stone path. Erin turned on the stone one, and continued her journey. She kept walking until she reached the end and the path turned into lush green hills rolling with colorful flowers, and it seemed calm and peaceful.
The sun shone on the plain grey cement as a teenage girl walked past it, casting her shadow across the ground. Her black hair blew in the wind softly behind her body as she glided on her skateboard. Her face was slightly pinched, the sun shining in her blue eyes as she gazes around the neighborhood for her two story brick house.
Once she is there, she jumps off her skateboard with ease, picking it up in mid-air and opening the door to her roomy house. The chandelier above her head shone onto her, its crystals dangling softly in the air, so tempting to want to touch. To her right was the stairs, rounding up in a small spiral up to the upstairs. To her left was a hallway that leads to the kitchen. Then straight in front of her was the living room, the pearly white couches positioned to see the flat-screen in front of it a few feet up. Then to the left of the living room was a small fireplace with chairs, with a creamy mocha colored carpet under it.
She sighed as she drug her feet up the stairs, up to her bedroom with her own bathroom. She was happy that she had her own bathroom so she didn’t have to share it with her fourteen year old little brother. Seventeen and fourteen year olds don’t get along that well.
As Erin opens up her door, the cool air hits her face, pushing her already ruffled hair out of her round face. She smiled as the smell of cinnamon lifted into the air and a smile appeared over her lips. She set down her skateboard and bags, and then shuts the door behind her. She heads downstairs where her mother, Christina, was talking with her dad, Mark. Her annoying sibling, Ashton, was eavesdropping on them. He glanced up to see me and smiled. I gave him a deep glare and walked through the door, my mother cutting off her unfinished sentence.
“Hey, sweetie. Can we talk?”, she asks me softly, a concerned look on her face.
“What about?”, she asks uneasily.
“Well,” she said looking disappointed. This will be good, I thought.
“We are moving Erin, and with that, were taking you to a new school, a…different school.” She says to me and my jaw drops. How could she do this, just move all the sudden?
“What, why?” she asked, suddenly very aggressive in her tone.
“We just need to move, get a fresh start, you know?” she asked me, knowing I was mad, and I could see her tone rise with mine.
“Fine, but see if I even or ever talk or look at you again!!” Erin screamed, immediately shoving the door for it to slam into the wall and leave a black hole the size of her fist. She stormed up the stairs, tears streaming down her flustered cheeks, her hair starting to plaster to her furious face. She started to pack her bags, throwing all her stuff in at once, until her drawers and dresser were empty. She then cleaned out the rest of her room until nothing was left.
Afterwards, she busted her piggy bank, which held about $900 in it. She pushed the money into her front pocket, zipping the unusual placed zipper. She then slammed the front door and climbed into her mustang, tossing her pink striped bag behind the driver’s seat. Backing out of the driveway quickly, she turns as hazy smoke blazes off the tires, until she is on her way to somewhere unknown.
Tears dripped silently from her face, as she drove down the street smoothly. She pushed softly on the break when a red light came, and was suddenly shifted forward, her head hitting the dash board with a loud “honk” of the car horn. A car had just hit her, and she was knocked out. Only the sound of screeching tires and ambulance alarms filled her head. And before she knew it, she was out, blackness concealing her brain, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, and her eye lids shutting softly, but tightly.
She suddenly appeared through a hazy white fog, light shining through it. There was a white stone path that headed somewhere unknown. White puffy clouds were all around, and something was nagging at Erin’s brain, telling her to walk down the path. Erin obeyed the command and started down the path, walking silently. She had just noticed she was wearing a white cloak over her clothes that was pulled up over her head. It was soft as silk.
Once Erin had reached the end of the path, it went into two ways; one was flaming with hot coals, the other was the warm white stone path. Erin turned on the stone one, and continued her journey. She kept walking until she reached the end and the path turned into lush green hills rolling with colorful flowers, and it seemed calm and peaceful.
