I stood at the edge of the shore, the waves hitting my feet. I stared out into the foggy morning. It had been twenty-four hours since she had left. Gone. Forever. And it was all my fault.
One, two, three, breathe. They aren’t staring at you. One, two, three, breathe. It’s okay. One, two, three, BREATHE. They aren’t doing anything wrong. My heart punches and battles as I walk through the bleak hallways of my high school.
I’m lost in this wonderland. We don’t know what is next, so we are left to wonder, and be forced into a lost position. All we can do about it, is feel wonder and be lost because it all makes sense at the end. Just wait, and you will see.
Feet rasp reluctantly on the pavement, the soles of shoes long-ago neglected slowly wearing down at the dragging steps; melancholy often takes a toll on ones footwear.
As I run to the shelter I feel myself lifting off the ground the wind is getting stronger, and stronger "Im not going to make it" I wisper. Just then as I fully lift of the ground the twister sucks me up...
Max turns to leave, lifting his face up towards the endless sky, which somehow seems to be a reflection of his own dull, grey eyes, and letting the raindrops beat down on it.
As I walk out of our cave, I see the blue sky. I’ve never been out of the cave before. I was not allowed to, Dad said it was way too dangerous but I still decided that tonight I would sneak out.