Touched: Chapter 5- A New Perspective

All my hopes of someone I knew to enter it were crushed when a small petite woman walked in white nurse uniform. She was shorter than me, she bore the looks of a tired woman, she had probably had stayed all night long working. She was tan, her hair ranging to her chest, and her eyes were the color of the sea. She was beautiful, in fact. I had felt insecure when she stopped in her tracts and studied my face. “Mija,” She said in a thick Spanish accent, and she pulled out a bar of what I thought was chocolate. She laid it on the bed, and she her bright blue eyes poured into mine. “You’ll need this. Medicine won’t do well for emotional pain.” When I didn’t move to reach it, she took it from the bed, and grasped my hand and settled it in my hands.

A feeling of quietness came when I saw a small wedding ring hug her left hand.  I traced its outline with my eyes. “How long have you been married?” I asked in a quiet voice.  “Six years.” She said with her thick accent. “How’s it like?” Her face was confused for a few seconds then back to her calm expression. “No boyfriend?” My lips bore a small smile. “No ma’am, just wondering.” She sat on the couch beside my bed, “Its wonderful. You’ve got to find that special boy that will catch you when you fall, that one boy that’s just like you.” She paused at she saw my leg that was not covered by the blanket. She stood up, and covered it. “Now tell me, no boyfriend? You’re such a beautiful girl.” I shifted uncomfortably, “It never clicked in my head that good love could exist. All I have experience in my life was yelling, lying, and anger. Never love.” She didn’t say anything after that, but as I looked back to her, she had her hands clasped, and whispering to her herself with her eyes closed. She was praying.

Religion as a kid never really seemed important. My parents were so called “Christians” when I grew up, but they never bothered going to church. We lived in a small town off in Cromberg, and it had only one church at the time. My parents had went there, and met through their families. Their church kicked them out when they were in their mid-teen’s when my mom got pregnant. There’s where I came along. Teen pregnancies usually never last in fairytales, for I knew mine didn’t. When my dad was forced to marry Angela Smith (my mom), he made a small profit from working at a butcher shop. My mom couldn’t attend college, for she had spent all her precious time growing me up. Daddy never took the opportunity to expand his career and go to college. There started all the fights.

Momma complained that there wasn’t enough food, the electricity would turn off, and she couldn’t buy her favorite designer outfits. Papa would arrive home late, smelling of beer. When I was just 10, after my mom told me to go bed a hundred times, I disobeyed her, and watched her from living room with her on the table waiting for him. Sometimes I had a feeling that she knew I was there, others she was too out there to even acknowledge her surroundings. He would enter the back that entered to the kitchen, wearing his apron and hat. “Are you ever going to get another job?” My mom would ask every night. My dad never replied, but one night he burst mad. “Are you ever going to stop being lazy and actually help?” He would curse under his breath. Unfortunately, she had heard him. I would hug Mr. Bearie to my chest, and try to hold the tears.

Months passed by, and so did Fall, as it went into winter. I was given permission to leave the “prison”, and into my home. Everything was in place, nothing out of place. I was left in a wheelchair, and I could barely operate it. They had offered a private nurse to help, but refused since money was a scarce thing for me.  Melissa offered to help, and accepted it with a hug from her. She had packed up all my belongings, and drove me home. She had to leave when she received a call from her boss asking to come on emergency call. I excused her and rolled myself successfully to the living room to grab the remote to the TV. A flashing of red flashed in my peripheral vision.

It toke me about 10 minutes for me to get the guts to reach over and see who had left a message. As I reached it, I knocked my water bottle that I had left from earlier. I sighed hard as I tried to reach it, and lay it back on the brown coffee table. I hesitated when my index finger touched the phone. I mean, who would call me? After a last deep gulp of air and I pressed it against my ear, but before I pressed “1” the phone rang. I didn’t bother looking at the caller i.d., and answered.

“Hello?” A voice said behind the phone. “Mel-?” “Hey, I’m outside,” She interrupted. “Can you open the door?”

I rolled myself to the door and Melissa was standing there with two bags of luggage. I opened my mouth to ask what in Sam Hill she was doing, but she beat me to it. “I’m staying with you. I’m not letting you stay here by yourself, especially in your condition.” She had been looking at my face, and I knew she referred to my emotion rollercoaster than my injuries itself.  “Are you sure you wanna do that?” She closed the door behind her, and laid the bags by the door not blocking it. “I’m certain.”

She helped me take a shower, covering my legs in plastic, and I washed my hair. She brushed my hair, in front of my bedroom’s mirror. It soothed me, and she helped me to my bed. She left the room, wanting to leave her stuff in the little guest room across the room from my room; I could tell she was tired. There were little lines under her eyes; she could barely have enough energy to talk. I laid my head on the pillow, and closed my eyes. The day’s events were played in front of me, I watched attentively. Then as the day ended, they blurred to my childhood. Clips of happy moments passed, but I found myself opening my eyes in horror if it consisted of me watching myself witnessing a quarrel between my parents.

Before I knew it, the sun shined on my face, and I could hear Melissa in the living room. The television was playing one of the local shows, and I could hear her laughing in delight. I rolled off my bed, not remembering about my legs as they gave out on me. I fell onto the floor knocking a glass of water on the night table next to me. The glass broke and shattered into a million pieces, some piercing bare skin on my leg. I could hear the door open behind me. Constant “No, no, no.” I could feel the hot tears on my face. Melissa sat next to me, leaving the mess alone. “Shh- Annie. It ain’t nothing.” I could hear her slight country accent, as she tried to smooth me. My legs sagged under me, lifeless. My blonde hair in waves to my chest. “I’m a mess.” Mel pulled me in for a hug, her body was warm. She helped me up, putting all my weight unto her, as she sat me on the bed. “That’s why I’m here, Annie. You need a map to the right road. I’m here to guide you there.”

New You Tube Channel :3

Hey Everyone! I’ve been quite busy these days doing nonsense… I’ve opened a You Tube channel.. I’m gonna start to do some stuff with Sims 2!
I’ve been thinking whether or not to do Touched or not as a series in Sims 2… but I’m deciding! DanceAtMidnight12
^there is my link(:

 

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– Arlette

Red Alert(:

Hiya People!

I’ve opened up a new blog.. to actually write about my life! Yea, doesn’t sound interesting. I actually don’t kinda write about life but how to twist it around with one positive thought. I got this idea to open it from ibleedinkandmusicnotes. If you haven’t visited her blog… PLEASE DO SO. Link is on the side of my blog(:

So, I would really love it if you check my blog out!(: First post is already posted.

 

Peace,

Arlette <3

P.S. I don’t think you can check it without an URL, haha.
http://mywretchedlife.wordpress.com/

For a Friend(:

Hey, Everyone!  Me and my friend, whose username is ibleedinkandmusicnotes, came together to write a story. We’re still  planning the story, but we got great expectations for it . We try to meet or call each other to get more ideas (haha, through Skype ) but us being teenagers, and having life to live, we’ve been alittle behind, but we’re meeting this weekend, hang out, to work harder.

ibleedinkandmusicnotes, even started her own blog, which is very inspirational. I fell in love with it, not only cause we’re close friends, but because she’s, just I don’t know, she gets you. I would really love it if you would go and check her blog. She would love it to!(;

As for our story, I haven’t put it up on my blogroll, because well there’s nothing really to see. xD We both have put up two posts of updates, that’s it. But just for everyone to stay updated, you should check it out. Of course, I’m going to use this blog to keep everyone updated. ;D

Kisses and hugs,
Her. Blue. Eyes.

P.S. If you’re wondering about the new name, it goes with “Touched”. XD
P.S.S. Chapter 4 is up! It’s right under this(:

Touched: Chapter 4- A New Life

Life flashed before my eyes, up to this moment. How could my life turn upside down in a second? Well, it happened just now. As I caught the ball, an opponent smashed into me, and I got a quick view of her. The person that I stopped, the one that gave me that evil stare. She is the one that caused this… the one that messed up my life. As we both hit the floor, she put her arms in front of herself, and she recovered fast. As I started to black out, her eyes held my gaze. Then that voice that sounded hurt and scared broke the silence.  “Annie! A player is down, badly hurt!”  Then there were hands on me, caressing my face. My body went limp, but yet I heard everything. I heard whispers among the crowd. “That was one bad fall… her career is out.” “She better be ok, she should stand up and play. Her team needs her.” My team needs me. I can’t let them down.

I jerked awake. My eyes flew open, and everything was too bright for a moment. It took my eyes a while to adjust. The first thing I saw were my legs. My legs. My broken legs. Both of my legs were covered in plaster, but what surprised me was the fact there were signatures all over them. The pain was unbearable, it felt someone pierced a knife into me, and the knife was trying to cut itself out. As I laid my head back, my head felt it would explode. I winced as the pain increased, but then faded when I laid my head down unto a pillow. Where was I? I then noticed my surroundings. I laid on a bed, that had two blankets on it, both white. I heard the door open, and someone walked in. I didn’t recognize who it was at first, my head felt fuzzy. “Annie? You remember me?” The figure said, nervous. I squinted my eyes, and a girl about my age walked in. She had a ponytail, some hair had fallen out, and she hugged her coat. She stayed at the bottom of the bed, not trying to pressure herself onto me. I pursed my lips. “Should I?” Her eyes looked sad. “It’s Melissa. Please remember me.” Then everything came back to me. “Mellisa!” I cried. She half smiled. She held her hand out, not knowing where it was ok to put her hand down. “What happened?” I asked her. She now held my hand, and sat next to me. “You don’t remember?” I closed my eyes. “Yes, I do. What happened after… you know when I fell.” I kept my eyes closed, scared of her expression would reveal. “You didn’t fall… everyone knows that. The girl that you, er, stopped she got angry. I guess she wanted revenge. It was a stupid move, if you ask me.” She paused. I could feel her eyes on me. “I don’t exactly know what happened after that, I went with you on the ambulance.” A silence fell in the room, as my eyes were still closed. “Does it hurt? I could ask a doctor to come-“ I interrupted her. “H-How long was I out?” She squeezed my hand. “Three days.” Three days. Three days I was unconscious. What exactly happened to me?

Mellissa stayed with me afterwards. She excused herself about four hours later, to take a shower and eat something. She promised to come back, but I told her to stay at her house. “Annie, I’m serious. I don’t want to leave you alone.” I sighed. ‘Mel, what is the worst thing that could happen to me right now? Nothing. Now go back to your house, and stay there.” She looked at me one last time, and she gave a quick peck to the forehead and left.

A young nurse came in after Melissa left, and poured more pain medicine in my IV. After that my mind got fuzzy, as I tried to keep my eyelids open. I couldn’t still be tired, I’ve been asleep for three days. After a long war with my eyelids, I went asleep.

Hours later I woke up to see a person sitting down on the couch that was in front of my bed. My head still felt fuzzy, as I tried to make out who it was. I tried to sit up, but a hand stopped me. There’s two people. “Now, Annie, I would go against sitting up.” A unfamiliar voice said. I blinked and rubbed my eyes so my eyes would adjust. “Sorry for being rude, I’m Dr. Andrews.” He knows everything that’s wrong with me. Please let it be nothing bad. He looked at a clipboard that hung on the side of the bed, and he tsk’d. I froze. “Wha-What’s wrong? With me?” The figure that sat on the couch moved toward the other side of the bed, I still didn’t look at it. I had other things on my mind. I turned my focus onto the doctor that was looking at my legs, he looked like he was in his mid-40’s, hair already turning white, and was pretty tall. “You’re in really bad shape, athletic wise. Everything will heal, thankfully, but it will be a painful experience.” Time stopped at the first sentence. You’re in really bad shape, athletic wise. Does that mean my basketball career really out? As if the doctor read my thoughts, or maybe my expression just showed my distress he said, “Don’t worry. You will heal over time. You won’t be back at where you began at, but close enough, but of course no surgery is needed.” And with that, he turned around and left.

Tears began to fall down my face, as I grasped what he said. Another pair of hands touched my arms, not sure what to do. One hand went to face, and turned my head to face the person. Peter. Peter stood there anxious, not sure what to say or do. Concern showed in his eyes. As more tears fell down my face, I started to sob. He sat on my bed, and pulled me into a hug. I cried onto his shoulders, and we stayed like that for a while. He didn’t pull me off, and I didn’t pull way either. As I started to get quitter, he probably thought I fell asleep, and he took his hand to rub my back. I never felt this feeling before, comfort and protection. My dad or mom never had to comfort me before, they were always too busy with each other to help me. This was a foreign concept for me.

The day passed, and a nurse walked in with dinner. She saw us cuddled up, and she stopped by the door. “I can come back.” I looked up. I pulled out of the hug, and sat on the bed. Peter sat up to sit on the chair by the bed. “No, no. It’s ok.” She looked embarrassed for she thought she walked in a couple embracing. She set the food, on a small table and left. I pulled the table toward the bed, as it shelf pulled in front of me. I sat up, and began to eat. The course included, a small sandwich, with lettuce, and bread. Better than nothing. “So, what I have missed in the last three days I was out?” I tried to start a conversation. Peter moved the seat closer to the bed. “Nothing really. Me and Melissa have been taking turns to stay here.” He stopped in thought. “Melissa is a good girl, you know. Very nice, funny, and pretty.” I laughed for what have felt in ages. “Someone fell in love?” He gawked at me. “No, no. I would never disrespect a girl like that, especially when she’s already engaged.” I looked at him, and he was looking at me intensely. I never really looked at him before, like never taken in his beautiful features. He wore a dark t-shirt, and jeans. His shirt outlined his muscular features. His eyes were dark brown, same for his hair. It was combed neatly to one side, but yet looked very good for him. He looked very handsome, it reminded me of a picture my mom showed me of dad when he was younger. I then snapped out of it. Remember, mom and dad. Can’t trust boys. I pulled my face out of his gaze, when I realized what I was about to do.

Melissa then walked in the door, after I finished my dinner. I sighed. “Melissa I thought I told you to say home.” She smiled. “I couldn’t resist not coming back, and annoying you.” She wore different clothing, and her short hair was down. “I have to admit, Mel, you look nice like that.” She rolled her eyes, and laughed. Peter went in agreement. “I think so too, in fact.” She looked at him, as if she didn’t notice him when she entered. “Why, thank you.” “Got a date tonight with the fiancé?” I teased. She sat in the seat to my other side. “Why, in fact, yes. He’s outside in the lobby. I just dropped in to see how you were.” I then faced away from her, and looked down to my legs. Peter was who spoke. “I- um, don’t think you should mention it.” “What happened?” He stood up from his chair, “Let’s talk outside.” She followed him outside. The door was cracked open, I could hear everything. “Tell me everything.” Mel said in a frightened voice. “The doctor came in when Annie was asleep, and told me everything. She won’t be able to play basketball for 8 years with her injuries. With that much absence, she basically wont be able to play again.”

Peter came in after a while by himself, I guess Melissa had to leave. His face was hard, it showed nothing of what they talked about outside. “Wh-Where’s Mel?” My voice cracked. Tears were falling down my face.  His eyes looked at my face. “You heard didn’t you?” More tears fell down my face. “Yes! Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t the doctor tell me?” He stood frozen in front of the bed. “For your safety Annie. We were going to tell you.” I gulped. ”When was the right time? It would have been right when the doctor left!”  His breath caught. “Ann-“ I closed my eyes. “Leave!” He stood there for a moment, then I heard the door close. Why did this have to happen? Never trust boys again.

Touched: Chapter 3- The Game

 

          I stood in the girl’s locker room; teammates surrounded me, changing into their game uniform. Everyone chatted with each other about their day, as I laid against my locker, uniform already on. The locker room door flung open, hitting the wall hard. “Ok, ladies… who is ready to win?!” There was a moment of silence until we responded. “We are!” The room chanted along.  Coach Teresa stood next to the board which was at the front of the room. “I see everyone’s here.” She paused to check if her statement was true. “Now then… this team has great defense, so we need great offense today if we want to beat this team.” She picked a marker from the board, and she began to draw an outline of the court. “Now here is going to be our play.” She began to point to different spots, indicating where each player would stand and do.

We then formed a line by the door, waiting for the right moment to appear on court as a team. Then a voice roared in the silence, “GET READY FOR THE LADY KNIGHTS.” The crowd roared in return, and Coach signaled us to run out of the locker room. One by one we ran toward the court, full of enthusiasm. I scanned the crowd,  to see if I could find any familiar faces. I saw Melissa in the crowd, and Peter higher up. I looked away, frightened that Peter would see me and took it the wrong way.

We sat on the left side of the court, waiting for the referee to announce the beginning of the game. The referee was an old guy, maybe in his mid- 60’s, white hair creeping on his roots, and a small bald spot on the middle of his head. He blew his whistle. Me and five other teammates head toward the middle of the court, to begin the game.

I stood in the middle of the court and the opponent’s starter stood in front of me. She was slightly taller than, a advantage of their part, and wore a white uniform. She looked at me, her eyes locked into mine, and I did the same. The referee threw the ball fast, and time went by quick, as I jumped in the air to reach for the ball. My fingers barely touched the rim of the ball and the ball flew to one of my teammates. She began dribbling toward our basket, but someone of the opposite team flew by her and stole the ball from her. I ran toward the opponent’s basket, trying to get there before the ball got there. I planted my feet firmly onto the ground, and the girl who stole the ball didn’t notice my abrupt stop. She knocked into me hard, I tried to regain my balance as she dropped the ball. A figure in red, whooshed by me and headed the opposite game. The girl who knocked into me glared at me, with an evil spark in her eye. She then turned and went for the ball. As I tried to move forward toward the basket, my foot felt sore, but I ignored it as it throbbed. As I made it toward half-court limping but running at full speed, the referee blew her whistle for a sub to come in. Sally, one of my teammates, nodded my way, and I couldn’t resist not going back to the seats, and sitting down. Sally ran to play in the game, as Coach called for me. I stood up again, and sat at the seat that was empty next to her. “Coach did I do something wrong?” She put her finger on my lip, to stop me from speaking. “No Annie, you didn’t, you did the right thing.” She then paused to look at my foot. “I pulled out because you were limping… can you still play?” I rolled my eyes. “Yes, Coach. I can. It doesn’t hurt, it’s just sore.”  She studied my face closely. “Ok. I believe you. I’m going to put you back in the next quarter.” Then she turned away from me to watch the game.

I sat on the side of the court, drinking water from my bottle. I looked up toward the score board and saw there was only five minutes left. I barely watched the game that was in front of me. I closed my eyes, as my foot’s pain increased when I tried moving it. Tough Up, Annie. You got to work for your team. I then instead put my focus on the crowd that was across the court. I saw Melissa watching the game anxiously, probably not knowing what was happening, and Peter watching me. Once we met eye contact, he sheepishly looked away and unto the game. As I looked through the reminder of the crowd, I grew sad when I didn’t see my mom or neither my dad there in the crowd. I should have known they wouldn’t have come, they never had. Dad came to my first high school game, but that’s it. A loud BUZZ!  brought me back to the present, and I sighed as I got up. I winced as pain shot up my leg. I tried walking normally, for if I was seen limping… I could ruin the chance of playing, and that would ruin our chance of winning the championship.

I sat in the locker room, listening to Coach as she instructed each player what to do once the next quarter started. She saved me for last, “Annie, you can still play… right?” Coach asked anxiously. I nodded. She turned back to the board, and drew another outline of the court. “I’ve realized that this team has stayed in “zone” the whole time. So I made this little play.” She paused as if trying she played it in her head. “Ok, Sarah you start out with the ball. Watch it, make sure no one steals it. It’s yours not someone else’s.” She paused to get eye contact with Sarah, who stood right next to me. Sarah slightly nodded in return. That Coach turned toward me. “You, Annie, will be open. Or try to get open. Sarah will pass it to you. Of course, your defender will be attacking you, get aggressive with the ball. If you’re not open enough to shoot from the free-shot line, then of course pass it to someone else. Then go on with it.” Then the scoreboard’s buzz signaled that we had about two minutes left. Coach sighed. “Who’s ready to win?!” The team chanted together, I included, “We are!” We formed a quick line, and Coach came down the line and high-fived each player. The players went one-by-one out the door and toward the court, for the next and final quarter of the game.

The game was close, 30-28, us leading. It made Coach optimistic, as I walked down the court with five other players. We went into the same formation that we started the game with. I held one arm up, and leaned to get ready to jumpball. I waited nervously as the referee checked everything, and he blew his whistle. Everything went by fast, and I jumped in the air, the opponent’s jump girl got to the ball first, since she was slightly taller than me, but she smacked the ball to Sarah. She caught the ball, but a person from the opposite team got to her. She saw Liz open across the court and passed a hard chest pass. She caught it, and dribbled down the court, dribbling past some defense. I ran with someone running on my tracks, and I slid a quick step to the right, and Liz saw it, and she passed it to me. I caught the ball. Time seemed to slow down after that. I had the ball in my hand one moment, then I felt someone run into me hard. I hadn’t reacted fast enough to regain my balance, and hit my head hard on the floor. A heavy weight fell onto me, and I gasped as it took my breath. The crowd stood quite, as this happened all in a few seconds. I tried to stay awake, as I heard a voice yell in the distance, “Annie! A player is down, badly hurt!”  I closed my eyes as blackness enveloped me.

Touched- Chapter 2: A Regular Day

I entered the small café that was on Pan American Way, A small waitress approached me, and she looked over my shoulder. “Party of one?” She said in her voice that sounded annoyed. “Yes, ma’am.” She toke a little menu and escorted me to a table. I was seated toward the middle of the café. There were couples sitting around me. All cuddled up, guys playing with the girl’s hair, and laughing together. I rolled my eyes and set my eyes on the menu. “Welcome to The Tea Pavilion, I’ll be your server for tonight, my name is Peter, what can I start you out with?” I couldn’t believe my ears at first, but as I looked up from my menu to the person before me, I guessed right. It was Peter, whom approached me earlier with my book that I had forgotten earlier. I guess he had thought the same thing, for his expression on his face proved so. He held out his free hand, “Well, nice to see you again Annie.” I held out my hand, and shake his hand. He toke his pen from behind his notebook, “So ma’am, whatca wanna order?” I scanned quickly through the menu quickly again, and something caught my eye. “I would want the California, and just the China Jasmine Dragon tea.” He nodded and took the menu with him.

I sat awkwardly alone at my table, while more families came and went. I was the only “party of one”. I pretended to play with my phone, and while in the mist of that, I thought about calling Dad. He was alone now, even though he probably liked it, I was like his wife. I cleaned and cooked for him, if I hadn’t he would have gone cave man. I worried for him, after dad and mom separated Dad went into a depression. I thought about taking Dad to a doctor, but I was too young back then, and I had told mom about it, and she didn’t care. I hated seeing dad on his couch, with a newspaper in one hand, and a beer in the other. One of the many things I has cheerful about was that, he never unleashed his anger onto me. Mom never got custody of me, for she too went crazy. My mom grew up like me, in her childhood she didn’t believe in love after she saw her parents divorce, and then she met my father, and then she began to believe in love. When they got married, she thought everything was perfect with their marriage, but something happened, and well they divorced. What’s the purpose of getting married, if it never works out in the end?

I called dad after a long internal fight. After one ring, an automated voice answered, and spoke “This number has been disconnected. Please try again later.” I sighed, and disconnected the call. I knew this would happen after I left him, but a tiny part of me felt that he would be able to take care of himself. I would have to call Mrs. Jared, and see what she can do for him.  As I dialed her number, I saw Peter approach me, from the corner of my eye. I erased the number, and put my cellphone away in my bag. Peter came with a brown tray, and my sandwich and tea lay on top of it. “Order of California and a China Jasmine Dragon.” I smiled as I saw him lay the plates onto the table. “There you go. Enjoy it.” “Thank you.” He bowed halfway, and left to serve other customers.

I drove home that night, with a feeling that my life was gonna change, for bad or for good, I don’t exactly know. My little red Honda Civic, turned into my apartment entrance. I moved out of my dad’s little house, when I entered college, for I wanted to start fresh, plus I wanted to be able to start learning to live on my own. I was pretty good in school, so my parents didn’t have to pay for college, for I got my own scholarship through sports. Ever since my parents separated, I feel in love with Basketball. I don’t know why, but Mom thought it was a way for me to vent out my anger, but I disagreed with her. My dad approved of me playing basketball, for he said “Annie, you are tall and, well you look like a professional basketball player.”

I ran to the couch, exhausted after the long day, and knowing that tomorrow would be even longer, due to a game tomorrow. I looked at the wall phone, which was in the living room. There was a little red light, blinking, notifying me that there was new message. I lazily stood up, and played the message. “Annie! It’s me Mel! I’m back in town, and your Mom told me that you had moved to an apartment and gave me your number! I’m guessing you’re either out practicing for basketball or studying! Call me when you can! You know you have my number. We should hang out soon and talk over maybe a coffee? I think so!” And the line disconnected. I called Melissa after that, and it went straight to voicemail. After the beep I said, “Hey Mel! It’s Annie. Sorry I didn’t answer, after classes I went to a small café, and I just got back. Never call me here. I’m like never here, only after classes. Call me at my cell! It’s 432-5432. Oh, and I got a game tomorrow… you should come! Well, hopefully I see you tomorrow, bye!” I hanged up.

It was only 7:30, so I decided I could get some practice before the game. I threw on some sweats, and a shirt from high school. I headed to the Fitness Center, and walked toward the basketball hoops. There were some teenager boys playing, and I watched them play for a while. After a while, one of the taller boys noticed me by the entrance. “Hey guys! Let the lady play.” Then all the others noticed me. Someone laughed. “HER? She’s too skinny and not well built for this tough game.” I smirked. “You think so? Then lemme play.” He passed me the ball. I walked to half court, and shot the ball; it hit the rim and fell into the basket. “Lucky shot.” He retorted. Then I got a good view of him, I had seen him somewhere on campus. He was average height for his age, he had well-built arms, and dark hair. Then the boy who awknowledged my presence, came forward to me. “Hi, I’m Luke. Please excuse that rude boy, he’s my younger brother.” His brother snorted. I waved awkwardly to Luke. “I’m Annie. Don’t worry, I get that usually.” Then Luke gasped, and I looked at him stragenly. “Don’t you play for college basketball… at the San Diego City University?” I looked at him puzzled, wondering how he recognized me. “My sister played ya’all.” He explained. “Yes, I do. So, you recognize me from the game? Are you it was me? I’m #1…” He nodded. “You’re the one that shot the winning point for your team. You are very good for your structure.” I smiled. “Thanks.” Then he passed me the ball, and I caught it before it could hit me. “Show me some skills.” I was there for about an hour, and then I excused myself. I went back to my apartment, and went to sleep.

I woke up the next morning, feeling refreshed. Yesterday was the earliest I have ever been able to go to sleep. It was amazing. Today was Wednesday, the longest day of the week. I had 3 classes, a 40 minute gap in between the first and second one, and an hour gap between the second and third one.  I grabbed my athletic bag, for I had fitness lab and, well my game. I made sure I had everything, my books, my camera, water bottle, laptop and game uniform. I grabbed my sweater from the rack by the front door, and opened the door to go outside. It was sunny, the wind blowing, leaves were dancing in the air, and it was rather warm. I locked the door behind me, and walked to my car. My little red car sat idle, next to a big blue Honda, and wasn’t far from my front door. I dumped all my bags in my trunk, and opened the front door of my little car. I yanked the keys from my pocket, and the car roared to life. The university was luckily only fifteen minutes away from my apartment, and got there with no problem.  “Welcome to the San Diego City University.” The sign read when I entered the entrance. I drove to my usual parking place, in between my classes. My classes are in only two different buildings. Building G and Building E. I walked to my first class,   Digital Editing, which Mr. Owen led. I wanted to pursue a career of a photographer. This class ended right on time for lunch, and I had enough time to eat something quickly before my second class. I grabbed my bag, and went toward Building E.

The class went by quickly, for today we just did an exercise with Photoshop. I looked at my watch, and it was 12:10, I had forty minutes till my next class. I put my bag back into the trunk, and drove to the nearest fast food restaurant. I saw a Chick-Fil-A near the university, so I ate there. I ordered a spicy chicken sandwich and lemonade, and ate there. I slipped through my lemonade, as I heard a familiar voice order something at the front. I looked up, and saw Peter ordering. I tried to hide my face with my long hair, as he turned around with his order. I pretended to eat my food, and walked by me. I looked back up, and turned my head a little bit to see Peter sitting at a seat across from me, but rather facing toward me, he faces the other way. I ate my sandwich quickly and my fries. I gathered my trash, and looked at my watch, I had twenty minutes left. From the corner of my eye I saw Peter get up. “Annie? Is that you?” A other voice said. I turned around and saw my dad. “Dad? What are you doing here?” His clothes looked ragged, and like it hadn’t been washed in a while. “I was going to ask the same to you.” Peter was behind me, throwing his food away. “Um, dad. I got to go, I don’t want to be late for class.” He stood there, with his hands in his pockets, and he nodded. I walked toward the door, happy that Peter had chosen to ignore me that day. Then if he had heard my thought, Peter called me. “Annie!” I rushed toward my car, and acted like I hadn’t heard him. I closed the door of my car, and drove off.

The bell rang, and class was in session. I was in Critical Photography. This was the hardest class of mine, but yet my favorite one. Mr. Ramirez was also one of my favorite teachers; I loved how he teaches the class. I took my camera out of my bag. He started his lecture.

The day was getting ready to end, and I still had one class left. Lifelong fitness lab. Mrs. Detty was there to help us to do some exercises; everyone in a sport had to take this class. It was to help us maintain our fitness, even out of season. The hour went by slow, for today she had assigned to do a stair exercise. The one I hated the most. I knew that tomorrow I will be sore.

So, the game was to come. I was quite nervous, for this game will see if we will go on to championship. Only fate will get us there.

Me & My hard work

 

                                   

Hey Everyone! You all think I’m lacking in writing chapters.. but think again! I’ve taken 2 days to do research of the setting of Touch. Which is in indeed, in San Diego, California. I had to pick out a college for Annie, and which I chose San Diego City College, and had to pick a career for her to pursue out of the many opportunities that this college offered. I also had to think into the future of the story, and had to pick other settings. I chose her classes, and they are real classes that the college offers! This is a very fun and yet exhausting thing to do, but its worth it in the end. I’m really thinking on whether or not to have this actually published… but maybe not. I’ll think of that one other day.(; I even had to google map everything to make sure everything was actually in the same city! And luckily everything was..so that was great! I had to explore apartments, restaurants, and beaches. Also, actual basketball teams! (That is coming soon XD)

But I have made myself deadlines!! Chapter 2 WILL and SHOULD come out by tomorrow and Chapter 3 by Saturday!

So, I just wanted to update everyone on that! Also… I’m not at all happy with Crushed now. I didn’t put much effort into it, and for that I’m ashamed of it. I’m planning to take it down soon. And I will NOT end it. Sorry everyone!

 ~~faithway12

Touched: Chapter 1- Rewind

I gathered up my books and walked out of my last class of the day. Relieved, I walked out of the classroom. I walked through the halls, not paying any attentation to the people around me. I hid my face with my long and blond hair, away from the people around me. There were people to my right and to my left, it reminded me of high school. All of a sudden, all seemed to freeze and look at me. I left like an outcaster.I opened the door to walk outside. The sun sat on the horizen, still bright. The air was warm, just right. The leaves falling off their trees, swaying back and forth with their orange and yellow colors. The scenary before me reminded me of a day in my childhood. One of the most darkest days for me.

~~~~’bout 13 years before~~~

One October morning, I looked out my bedroom to see all the leaves on the ground in my backyard. I heard Mommy approach my room saying, “Annie, sweetie, breakfast is ready for you downstairs.” I ran excitedly down the stairs. I ate through my bowl of Apple Jacks. Mommy came down the stairs just in the nick of time when I was ready to hurry upstairs. I bet she could see my exicitment on my face for she asked me, “What are you so exicted about? It looks like you won a million dollars or something.” She smiled. I gave a short laugh. “Its actually better than that. I’m just gonna go outside and play with the leaves.” She chuckled. “That’s all? Well, make sure you clean up. Oh, and put on a sweater… it’s pretty chilly out there.” I hugged my mom and attempted a kiss on her cheek, but I was too short.

I rushed not bothering to comb my hair at all. Momma was right, the wind was blowing and the leaves danced in the wind. I smiled like I had won a million bucks. I skipped toward the pile of leaves before me, and jumped into them. I made imaginary ”snow” angels. I laughed and laughed. I lost time out there, and sure enough I was getting tired. I walked into the back door of the house, to hear my mom on the phone. I hid behind the wall entering the kitchen. “Steve, you don’t care about anything! Just work, work, work! And yet you can give me no money!” She let out sobs. “What about Annie? I can barely feed her! How do you tell a 8 year old that I have barely enough to feed her?” She paused. “Fine, come home tomorrow! See what that does. You good for nothing!” She sat down, one hand holding the phone to her ear, and the other on her head, as if it was holding her head together. She didn’t seem to know that I heard that whole fight. It lasted for hours. I couldn’t take it afterwards, and I ran up the stairs, not caring if anyone heard my sobs.

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I came back to the present, when I realized a voice was calling my name. “Annie! Annie!” I looked behind, and squinted to see a boy run to me. “Annie, you dropped-” He looked at my face and came to realization. “Annie are you ok?” I used my free hand to wipe the tear that was stuck in my eye. “Yea, I’m ok.” He handed me my notebook. “Thanks again- What’s your name?” He turned. “Call me Peter.” I scanned him head to tow. “Thanks Peter,” I whispered when he entered his car.

*Update!* :D

Hi! I’ve been really busy for the past.. well weeks? Or months. XD
Maybe or you’re wondering when the first chapter for “Touched” is coming? Ok… maybe not, well if you are…. I’m aiming for the first week of November.
I’ve gotten the first five chapters written, the first chapter completely ready for publishing, and the others under drafts.
If you hadn’t noticed, I changed the header’s picture.. to a picture I made in photoshop. XD
Well thanks for taking your time out of your day to read this,
Faithway12