Okay guys, I'm dipping my metaphorical pen into the fictional ink, so to speak. I will be posting pieces of a short story weekly. Please read, comment, share ideas, and share with others through social media. This is my attempt to grow an audience as well as work on skill and creativity. Thanks for all your support and encouragement in regards to my writing over the years.
Penny
_________________________________________________________________________________
CLARA
_________________________________________________________________________________
CLARA
Peering through dew glazed windows of the school gym; my
mind couldn’t help but wander. Did he notice me? It's so dark and loud there in
the evening, there’s no way he saw me. I did drop a whole tray of drinks about five
feet from his table so he might have… no, no he didn’t. Tugging at the tops of
red and white striped tube socks I snap back into reality as the sound of a
fire alarm assaults my ears. Another fire drill, what is the deal? Like herds
of cattle every student at Heritage High pushed through the school doors to wait
for further instruction. Any other time I welcomed these unplanned breaks from the
monotonous rhythm of a school day. Not today. The air was cold and brittle.
Each breath drawn assaulted my lungs like sharp needles. It was unseasonably
cold for September in Virginia.
The bright sun caused me to squint. I watched
my peers nestle into their usual groups. Quickly I scan the huddles of students
to locate Anna. She has to be out here I thought. Just as my mind was about to stray back to the fool I had made of myself the night before, I saw him and Anna. Across the courtyard I
watched as he handed her something. A white sealed envelope. Something was
scribbled across the crisp white paper in thick black ink. A name…Clara Frost.
My name.
