chasew2213
12/21/08, 10:38 PM
I recentally started writing my first large story here is the first couple pages tell me what you think.
The street lights pass by one by one there soft glow luminating the vacant interstate, guiding giving me direction through the curtain of night. The roads are empty of course, no one would be out at this time, despite the seldom passing cop car or the speeding factory worker headed home from the night shift. But even they seem to have vanished off the road tonight. The radio is off, which is an unusual occurrence seeing as it is usually the source of my teenage rebellion. Though tonight is different, tonight I let the hum of the engine and the low whistle of the speeding tires against the pavement be my cadence. My mind slipping into a peaceful state of meditation.
Beside me I suddenly hear a quick rustle of fabric and a quiet sigh, snapping me out of my current state of mind. I glance over at the body curled up in the passenger seat next to me. Her head resting against the window, long brown hair covering her face and falling gently on her shoulders. A light blue t-shirt is stretched across her torso tapering down to her thin waist at which the hem of a soft brown blanket fell, covering her bare legs whose only protection from the cool night air was a small pair of cut-off jean shorts. She was sound asleep and beautiful.
I look back at the road again just in time to see the passing road sign, green with large bold letters telling me I was crossing the state line into Georgia.
“This is it.” A voice spoke next to me, in a smooth calming tone. “She’s right” I thought, as her words seeped into my mind. This is it, up until now we always had the option of turning around and heading back. We could turn around and be back in Gainesville by dawn and no one would ever have known we we’re gone. This is it.
I look again at the girl next to me, she was in the same position as before but her head was tilted up her eyes staring blankly out thee window. I continue to drive struggling not to think of what I was doing and what I was leaving behind. The family I wouldn’t see for years and the friends I may never see again. As my heart filled with grief I decided to speak for the first time in hours. I spoke quietly in barley more than a whisper, yet my voice seemed to echo around the car breaking the extreme silence.
“Hey Alex…”
The girl in the seat next to me continued to stare out the window at the edges of the dark forest lining the highway. The street lights had vanished twenty mile back, leaving the car to coast blindly down the dark road.
“Alex…” This time I continued to talk, disregarding the fact that she hadn’t agnoleged me. I knew she was listening.
“How much time do you think we have?”
“Until what?” There was no question in her voice she knew the answer but couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud.
“Until they realize that we’re gone.” There was a long pause then she spoke…
“I don’t know, four or five hours and then another five or six until we are reported missing.”
Missingthe word tore at my insides. Missing, the word sounded so degrading. Missing to whom, the parents the parents that were never there, the friends that didn’t care. Missing… For the first time ever I know exactly where I am and where I’m going, how dare they ruin that by telling the world I’m missing. The thought of seeing Alex and I’s face plastered on the side of a milk carton made me shutter. What an insult! Some way to be remembered. MISSING!
The street lights pass by one by one there soft glow luminating the vacant interstate, guiding giving me direction through the curtain of night. The roads are empty of course, no one would be out at this time, despite the seldom passing cop car or the speeding factory worker headed home from the night shift. But even they seem to have vanished off the road tonight. The radio is off, which is an unusual occurrence seeing as it is usually the source of my teenage rebellion. Though tonight is different, tonight I let the hum of the engine and the low whistle of the speeding tires against the pavement be my cadence. My mind slipping into a peaceful state of meditation.
Beside me I suddenly hear a quick rustle of fabric and a quiet sigh, snapping me out of my current state of mind. I glance over at the body curled up in the passenger seat next to me. Her head resting against the window, long brown hair covering her face and falling gently on her shoulders. A light blue t-shirt is stretched across her torso tapering down to her thin waist at which the hem of a soft brown blanket fell, covering her bare legs whose only protection from the cool night air was a small pair of cut-off jean shorts. She was sound asleep and beautiful.
I look back at the road again just in time to see the passing road sign, green with large bold letters telling me I was crossing the state line into Georgia.
“This is it.” A voice spoke next to me, in a smooth calming tone. “She’s right” I thought, as her words seeped into my mind. This is it, up until now we always had the option of turning around and heading back. We could turn around and be back in Gainesville by dawn and no one would ever have known we we’re gone. This is it.
I look again at the girl next to me, she was in the same position as before but her head was tilted up her eyes staring blankly out thee window. I continue to drive struggling not to think of what I was doing and what I was leaving behind. The family I wouldn’t see for years and the friends I may never see again. As my heart filled with grief I decided to speak for the first time in hours. I spoke quietly in barley more than a whisper, yet my voice seemed to echo around the car breaking the extreme silence.
“Hey Alex…”
The girl in the seat next to me continued to stare out the window at the edges of the dark forest lining the highway. The street lights had vanished twenty mile back, leaving the car to coast blindly down the dark road.
“Alex…” This time I continued to talk, disregarding the fact that she hadn’t agnoleged me. I knew she was listening.
“How much time do you think we have?”
“Until what?” There was no question in her voice she knew the answer but couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud.
“Until they realize that we’re gone.” There was a long pause then she spoke…
“I don’t know, four or five hours and then another five or six until we are reported missing.”
Missingthe word tore at my insides. Missing, the word sounded so degrading. Missing to whom, the parents the parents that were never there, the friends that didn’t care. Missing… For the first time ever I know exactly where I am and where I’m going, how dare they ruin that by telling the world I’m missing. The thought of seeing Alex and I’s face plastered on the side of a milk carton made me shutter. What an insult! Some way to be remembered. MISSING!