There's a story I had started and I will be posting bits of it at a time on here and I was wondering if... well if you had any comments or suggestions to post them on here so I can read them. You can be the one who steers Abigail into all kinds of little adventures.
"As a child, I had a wild imagination. When playing in the playground, I thought I was Zelda. I used to run around and pick things up which I called my "items" and placed them carefully in my bag. Then, there had been days where I played Mission Impossible/Spies and as I carefully spidered my way around the walls, I would hum a ridiculous tune quite loudly. All of which I would do alone. I was never much for friends. I would sit alone quietly and read, and when I was bored enough, I would play solo games -" Abigail said, looking out the window, then looking back "But times change, and then you wake up this totally different person. Sometimes I wonder how I came to be," Bailey made a face and she looked up and laughed. "Not like that." It had been a quiet fall afternoon, the leaves flowing rudely in the wind. She had been trying to amuse herself and her friend Bailey Summers while her teacher was busy making photocopies for the next assignment. She turned slowly towards the window once more and looked disappointed. "Winter is coming."
Bailey looked pleased. "Can't wait."
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The alarm rang and Abigail Robinson woke up and stretched out. She yawned a couple times and then sighed. Today was moving day. The day she would leave everything behind and move on. She had many thoughts about this day and somehow every one of them didn’t matter but one. Bailey.
It had been two years now since her sudden death. She rose from her bed and walked towards her desk where a note was pinned above it, on her pastel blue side wall. It was a picture of her best friend on Picture Day, two months before the tragedy. A newspaper clipping above it, reading: “Teenage girl struck in unexpected car crash.”
“Bailey. I don’t know what to say anymore. I’m lifeless. Pathetic, really. There are so many things I still wanted to say to you. Miss Patterson in History had her baby. She’s doing well. I think she’s coming back in a couple weeks or so. My brother continues to fight with my mom. Something tells me that’s never going to change. Found my dad yet? I suppose you guys would run into each other sometime or another. I wouldn’t know how that works – maybe you wouldn’t. I’m still sorry about that time. I wish I could have helped you. Maybe then I could have been the one sandwiched between those two cars and then you and those drivers could have been the ones who survived; you could have been the one to replace me. I’m miserable without my best friend. You should see the way the kids now look at me, I look – oh never mind. I suppose I should be getting ready for a brand new Saturday.”
She got dressed trying to look somewhat normal and walked down the stairs and into the kitchen and made herself some cereal. Walking into the living room with her bowl, she tried to cheer herself up by reminding herself that she had all morning to watch old cartoons peacefully. She knew that what she probably needed more was many distractions instead.
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