Post by shiina on Jun 20, 2011 15:03:29 GMT -5
**This is a story I started working on last year. I'm not sure if I should continue it, so please give me some feedback and critisicm!
It was one of those days that many would mark as the cliché 'day like any other.' It was morning, around seven or so. A thin snow flurry fell lightly outside my living room window, and I sat, watching the TV and waiting for the day’s weather report in order to know what to expect weather-wise for the day before leaving the house for school.
I wasn't a child at the time, on my way to kindergarten. My name is Oliver Moreno, and I was a senior at Dutch Harbor High in Dutch Harbor, Alaska. I was relatively tall, and pale, with hair of a dark auburn shade, and hazel eyes. I had a girlfriend; Tracy. She was, in my opinion, a beautiful creature. She was slightly curvy, with pink cheeks and porcelain skin. Her eyes were a captivating shade of emerald, and her hair a golden dark blond. She was mine, and we planned to marry after graduation, as soon as we could scrape up the money.
We were also waiting out war. The year was 2044, and America was at war with Russia over who should control the state of Alaska. Russia, before I was born, had captured many territories in Asia, and a few in Europe. America, in turn, had teamed up with other strong countries, including; France, Spain, Germany, Great Britain, many countries in Africa, and South America, and many other smaller countries in Europe. Just years before their decision to go after Alaska, Russia had conquered Canada, triggering uproar in the countries of America and their allies. Having learned their lesson in earlier wars, America had no intentions of calling in a draft, and in turn, I had no intentions of joining the Military.
At that time.
When the weather finally came on, a fat, tanned man stood in front of a map on my television. Shapes and symbols and colors scattered a map of the area of Alaska in which I lived, and I quickly focused my eyes on the lightning symbol over my town.
"An enormous storm system is heading straight for the Dutch Harbor area today, and is expected to hit at around eleven o'clock this morning." The weatherman said in a heavy Russian accent. Nothing strange, despite the war. Due to the amount of Russian immigrants--who were always checked before being allowed into the country to avoid spies--that had come to America to escape Russian tyranny, America's Russian population had spiked to the highest it had been in history. "All residents are advised to remain indoors for the duration of the storms."
I grabbed my rain coat and slipped it on over my thick wool coat before turning off the television, scooping up my school things, and walking out of my house into the wind-whipped flurry of snow. I squinted against the sting, and trudged on through the snow towards school, always glad that it was only around the corner.
On my way, I speculated about the fact that the weatherman had only spoken of Dutch Harbor. Even between the time I watched the weather and turned off the TV, which amounted to a few minutes or so, he had only focused on the "amazing storms headed in the direction of Dutch Harbor." I also realized that he was a new weatherman, and not the short Irish man that was normal of that channel. As I walked I also realized that I forgot to say goodbye to my mom before leaving, as I normally did each morning. I knew she would be disappointed, but I was already at the school as I realized my mistake, and it was too cold to have to walk back just for that.
The decision not to go back was one I regretted my whole life.
Tracy met me in the cafeteria, as she had since we began dating back in our sophomore year. She ran up to me as if it had been years since we last saw each other, as she usually did. And, as always, I was met with a rough hug from gentle arms, her trademark hug that I loved so much.
"Good morning, baby," she whispered gently as she released her hug, "did you sleep well last night?"
"As well as always. Could be better," I laughed, "what about you, Bunny?"
Her face dropped to a pitiful look, "I slept terribly. I had a nightmare that it was raining fire. I hate my nightmares."
"Come here baby," I opened my arms and she ducked into my hug, "It's not going to rain fire, that isn't even possible."
She let out a dry laugh, "I know it isn't, I didn't say I thought it was. It was just scary." She just looked into my eyes quietly for a second, with a thin smile on her full, pink lips, then she added, "and there’s the fact that it kept me up. I'm tired."
I smiled down at her adoringly, and put my hand under her chin, gently lifting it to the perfect angle to give her a soft kiss. She lifted onto her tip-toes to be at a better height and she made it clear that she wanted to hold the kiss a while by lacing her fingers through mine with one hand and pulling me closer with the other.
We finally pulled away, and I smiled. “Better?”
She nodded and gave me another quick peck on the lips, “I’m so lucky to have you,” she held up her left hand and looked at the diamond engagement ring I had proposed with, “I still can’t believe it… My stomach flutters whenever I think about it!” She gripped my hand with both of hers, “You’re mine…”
“All yours,” I whispered, pulling her hands up and kissing them.
That was when the bell rang, and she looked up at me with sad eyes, “We have to go to class…”
“It’s okay, baby, we’ll see each other after school.” I hugged her again, “I love you.” I suddenly felt something wet on my arm, and I looked down at her. “Trace? What’s wrong, why are you crying?” I asked, gently wiping the tears from her cheek.
“I just… have this feeling. Like something bad is going to happen… It’s making my chest hurt. I’m sorry baby, I have no reason to cry. I’m just being silly.” She wiped her eyes, and spoke before I could say anything, “Go on to class, baby, I’ll see you later. I’m sorry for that.”
Before I could argue, she kissed me softly on the lips and hurried down the hall to class.
I watched until she was out of sight, my heart for some reason sinking in my chest, and started for my class, walking in a few moments late.
It was one of those days that many would mark as the cliché 'day like any other.' It was morning, around seven or so. A thin snow flurry fell lightly outside my living room window, and I sat, watching the TV and waiting for the day’s weather report in order to know what to expect weather-wise for the day before leaving the house for school.
I wasn't a child at the time, on my way to kindergarten. My name is Oliver Moreno, and I was a senior at Dutch Harbor High in Dutch Harbor, Alaska. I was relatively tall, and pale, with hair of a dark auburn shade, and hazel eyes. I had a girlfriend; Tracy. She was, in my opinion, a beautiful creature. She was slightly curvy, with pink cheeks and porcelain skin. Her eyes were a captivating shade of emerald, and her hair a golden dark blond. She was mine, and we planned to marry after graduation, as soon as we could scrape up the money.
We were also waiting out war. The year was 2044, and America was at war with Russia over who should control the state of Alaska. Russia, before I was born, had captured many territories in Asia, and a few in Europe. America, in turn, had teamed up with other strong countries, including; France, Spain, Germany, Great Britain, many countries in Africa, and South America, and many other smaller countries in Europe. Just years before their decision to go after Alaska, Russia had conquered Canada, triggering uproar in the countries of America and their allies. Having learned their lesson in earlier wars, America had no intentions of calling in a draft, and in turn, I had no intentions of joining the Military.
At that time.
When the weather finally came on, a fat, tanned man stood in front of a map on my television. Shapes and symbols and colors scattered a map of the area of Alaska in which I lived, and I quickly focused my eyes on the lightning symbol over my town.
"An enormous storm system is heading straight for the Dutch Harbor area today, and is expected to hit at around eleven o'clock this morning." The weatherman said in a heavy Russian accent. Nothing strange, despite the war. Due to the amount of Russian immigrants--who were always checked before being allowed into the country to avoid spies--that had come to America to escape Russian tyranny, America's Russian population had spiked to the highest it had been in history. "All residents are advised to remain indoors for the duration of the storms."
I grabbed my rain coat and slipped it on over my thick wool coat before turning off the television, scooping up my school things, and walking out of my house into the wind-whipped flurry of snow. I squinted against the sting, and trudged on through the snow towards school, always glad that it was only around the corner.
On my way, I speculated about the fact that the weatherman had only spoken of Dutch Harbor. Even between the time I watched the weather and turned off the TV, which amounted to a few minutes or so, he had only focused on the "amazing storms headed in the direction of Dutch Harbor." I also realized that he was a new weatherman, and not the short Irish man that was normal of that channel. As I walked I also realized that I forgot to say goodbye to my mom before leaving, as I normally did each morning. I knew she would be disappointed, but I was already at the school as I realized my mistake, and it was too cold to have to walk back just for that.
The decision not to go back was one I regretted my whole life.
Tracy met me in the cafeteria, as she had since we began dating back in our sophomore year. She ran up to me as if it had been years since we last saw each other, as she usually did. And, as always, I was met with a rough hug from gentle arms, her trademark hug that I loved so much.
"Good morning, baby," she whispered gently as she released her hug, "did you sleep well last night?"
"As well as always. Could be better," I laughed, "what about you, Bunny?"
Her face dropped to a pitiful look, "I slept terribly. I had a nightmare that it was raining fire. I hate my nightmares."
"Come here baby," I opened my arms and she ducked into my hug, "It's not going to rain fire, that isn't even possible."
She let out a dry laugh, "I know it isn't, I didn't say I thought it was. It was just scary." She just looked into my eyes quietly for a second, with a thin smile on her full, pink lips, then she added, "and there’s the fact that it kept me up. I'm tired."
I smiled down at her adoringly, and put my hand under her chin, gently lifting it to the perfect angle to give her a soft kiss. She lifted onto her tip-toes to be at a better height and she made it clear that she wanted to hold the kiss a while by lacing her fingers through mine with one hand and pulling me closer with the other.
We finally pulled away, and I smiled. “Better?”
She nodded and gave me another quick peck on the lips, “I’m so lucky to have you,” she held up her left hand and looked at the diamond engagement ring I had proposed with, “I still can’t believe it… My stomach flutters whenever I think about it!” She gripped my hand with both of hers, “You’re mine…”
“All yours,” I whispered, pulling her hands up and kissing them.
That was when the bell rang, and she looked up at me with sad eyes, “We have to go to class…”
“It’s okay, baby, we’ll see each other after school.” I hugged her again, “I love you.” I suddenly felt something wet on my arm, and I looked down at her. “Trace? What’s wrong, why are you crying?” I asked, gently wiping the tears from her cheek.
“I just… have this feeling. Like something bad is going to happen… It’s making my chest hurt. I’m sorry baby, I have no reason to cry. I’m just being silly.” She wiped her eyes, and spoke before I could say anything, “Go on to class, baby, I’ll see you later. I’m sorry for that.”
Before I could argue, she kissed me softly on the lips and hurried down the hall to class.
I watched until she was out of sight, my heart for some reason sinking in my chest, and started for my class, walking in a few moments late.