I Need To Take The Risk (North :D)
Aug 4, 2012 19:14:49 GMT -5
Post by I'm Known As Eliza on Aug 4, 2012 19:14:49 GMT -5
BRIGETT OPOLES
I can feel the juice of the blueberries as it runs down my fingertips. Sometimes it stains, but I don’t mind. It leaves pleasant thoughts about my life at this moment. The blueberries are firm and ripe, and they smell of memories. I pop one into my mouth, smiling as my teeth break through the skin, and juice explodes in my mouth, leaving the wonderful taste. My hair falls in front of my face, and I savor the taste as I realize how my hair has gotten lighter, thanks to the sun. Chewing the delicious fruit, I stand up and brush my hands off on my shorts, leaving purplish stains to add to the green grass marks. I pick up my bag and head towards my house, not the least bit worried about anything.
I am surrounded by the Meadow, the only green place in my grey district, and I can see my house just over the grassy hill. There my mom is probably in her chair, grading work from the kids in her class. Later I will help her by organizing a plan for the next day’s lessons, and then I will fix dinner. Then I will go back to the Meadow, in our little spot, and I will wait. I will wait until I feel his arms on my shoulders, and I will turn around to see his eyes staring into mine. I will see him sit down next to me, and with a smile I will tell him that I had no troubles today, and he’ll tell me about his. The perfect scene that will grace me today.
But I will always worry that he won’t show. That he’ll be gone, that I won’t feel his arms around my waist tonight, that he’ll be with some other girl in the middle of the district. But that’s the risk you have to take with someone you love. You risk your heart, and your walls come crumbling down for that one person. But I let my walls shatter so that I can love Lance. And I have to trust that he loves me. It’s a dangerous game that one plays for love. But people take the risk. I am one of those people.
I walk towards my house, the thoughts fleeing as I see my mother through the screen door. As I predicted, she is in her wheelchair, in the kitchen, grading papers. I step inside, and her eyes jump up towards me, and a smile hits her face. I smile back. "Hi Mom, how are the kids' papers looking today?" I ask, placing the blueberries on the table in the room adjacent, which was the living room. She smiles even more, and I can't help but wonder how she grew to love the kids in her classes.
"They're great. Almost all A's, which is good, because some of them need it. But they're all really bright kids. So what's are our lessons going to be tomorrow? I was thinking about talking about the transportation system..." she begins, beginning to talk about the way our coal gets transported to the Capitol and other districts. But coal makes me think about mines, and the mines make me think about Lance, and Lance gets my heart racing. So I yry to pay attention, and she lectures me like she does to her kids at school, but my mind is elsewhere. So I give a little "Sounds great, Mom," and she smiles, obviously seeing my mind is elsewhere. She dismisses me, and I leave gladly, grabbing the bag of blueberries and almost running to the Meadow, wondering how long it would take for Lance to get there.