Post by walktherainbows on Mar 12, 2012 4:03:56 GMT -5
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As i watched the piano being hauled away, i tried to think about how i felt about this. Millions of thoughts fought into my mind as i pulled the soft brown coat tighter around me, blocking out the chilly winds. I watched the red golden leaves flutter down from the trees in an odd pattern, almost a dance, i observed.
I watched them land on my piano, and it looked beautiful against the gleaming wood. I got to take a mental picture of it right before the workers swept them off with no other care in the world. I instantly felt sad. I distracted myself by going through my thoughts again and finally, coming down to two. A before and after.
If it had been taken away before i had discovered the precious manuscript books, i would have never let them take it, but now after i have discovered, i guess i surrendered it to them. It would have caused less suspicion after all. Those manuscripts must mean something, why would my dad go through all that trouble to hide them?
Of course to me they are priceless, but another person, it would just look like an ancient manuscript book that is falling apart. What's the value in that? I looked up at the blue sky to drown my thoughts. I heard the engine being switched on and when i directed my gaze on the truck, it was already driving away, not knowing that they might have gotten what was priceless to her if they were early and if she hadn't searched the bench.
I felt some relief flood over me. I have my precious manuscript books that my father gave me. I have it. It is with me and no one else. I made a promise to look at them later. After they left, i had walked inside to the living room and had sat down on the carpet where my manuscript books still lay strewn on the floor just as i had left them. I hugged them to my chest, feeling the comfort it brought but I was not complete. I stared at the blank space where the piano used to be. No, my piano, I thought. I sighed heavily but told myself to get over it and move on. Besides, I had things to do.
I have to....aha! I have to tell Greyson what had happened, that was crucial he was probably very confused right now. I also had to figure out the bankrupt problem. I had forced my mother earlier to tell me how bad the bankruptcy was. I had asked mainly to find out if they were going to have to move.
We have too if she doesn't find money soon. School is starting soon too and i can't go, the supplies for me to go costs more than my mom can afford so only my sister is going.
One other reason was so that i could tell Greyson and see how he takes it. i hate that i have to move just after i discover my feelings for him. I hate that because this won't give me time to find out if he feels the same way. My mom had asked me not to tell him, but i can't find a reason not too. Maybe he can come up with something that might help me.
Some hope filled me but i was careful to control it. Don't get your hopes up. I chided myself but i was feeling much better than i was before. I turned my attention back to the manuscript books and arranged them into a neat pile before standing up and carrying them all the way to my room.
They were heavy but i managed until i reached my room. The door was slightly ajar but at that time, i was distracted by the heaviness of the books. My hands were full, shaking slightly under the heavy books so i used my foot to nudge open the door. What i saw inside, brought a big smile to my face. Greyson was inside.
His back was to me and he was busy examining my white wall that was blank. He had not heard me come in. I walked in slowly, careful not to make much sound.
I placed my stack of books onto my bed before casually placing one hand on his shoulder. He turned his head to look at me, smiling as he said 'I knew you were there.'
My face must have shown shock because a moment later he started laughing, his head thrown back and his mouth letting out a deep throaty laugh.
His laughter was contagious as i started laughing as well. He pulled me to him ,wrapping his warm jacket clad hands around me as we both laughed ourselves to death. His chin rested on my head, and i could feel his head shaking as he laughed, his hair brushing my cheek. When i though back about it later, i realized that I liked that feeling of Greyson hugging me.
As i watched the piano being hauled away, i tried to think about how i felt about this. Millions of thoughts fought into my mind as i pulled the soft brown coat tighter around me, blocking out the chilly winds. I watched the red golden leaves flutter down from the trees in an odd pattern, almost a dance, i observed.
I watched them land on my piano, and it looked beautiful against the gleaming wood. I got to take a mental picture of it right before the workers swept them off with no other care in the world. I instantly felt sad. I distracted myself by going through my thoughts again and finally, coming down to two. A before and after.
If it had been taken away before i had discovered the precious manuscript books, i would have never let them take it, but now after i have discovered, i guess i surrendered it to them. It would have caused less suspicion after all. Those manuscripts must mean something, why would my dad go through all that trouble to hide them?
Of course to me they are priceless, but another person, it would just look like an ancient manuscript book that is falling apart. What's the value in that? I looked up at the blue sky to drown my thoughts. I heard the engine being switched on and when i directed my gaze on the truck, it was already driving away, not knowing that they might have gotten what was priceless to her if they were early and if she hadn't searched the bench.
I felt some relief flood over me. I have my precious manuscript books that my father gave me. I have it. It is with me and no one else. I made a promise to look at them later. After they left, i had walked inside to the living room and had sat down on the carpet where my manuscript books still lay strewn on the floor just as i had left them. I hugged them to my chest, feeling the comfort it brought but I was not complete. I stared at the blank space where the piano used to be. No, my piano, I thought. I sighed heavily but told myself to get over it and move on. Besides, I had things to do.
I have to....aha! I have to tell Greyson what had happened, that was crucial he was probably very confused right now. I also had to figure out the bankrupt problem. I had forced my mother earlier to tell me how bad the bankruptcy was. I had asked mainly to find out if they were going to have to move.
We have too if she doesn't find money soon. School is starting soon too and i can't go, the supplies for me to go costs more than my mom can afford so only my sister is going.
One other reason was so that i could tell Greyson and see how he takes it. i hate that i have to move just after i discover my feelings for him. I hate that because this won't give me time to find out if he feels the same way. My mom had asked me not to tell him, but i can't find a reason not too. Maybe he can come up with something that might help me.
Some hope filled me but i was careful to control it. Don't get your hopes up. I chided myself but i was feeling much better than i was before. I turned my attention back to the manuscript books and arranged them into a neat pile before standing up and carrying them all the way to my room.
They were heavy but i managed until i reached my room. The door was slightly ajar but at that time, i was distracted by the heaviness of the books. My hands were full, shaking slightly under the heavy books so i used my foot to nudge open the door. What i saw inside, brought a big smile to my face. Greyson was inside.
His back was to me and he was busy examining my white wall that was blank. He had not heard me come in. I walked in slowly, careful not to make much sound.
I placed my stack of books onto my bed before casually placing one hand on his shoulder. He turned his head to look at me, smiling as he said 'I knew you were there.'
My face must have shown shock because a moment later he started laughing, his head thrown back and his mouth letting out a deep throaty laugh.
His laughter was contagious as i started laughing as well. He pulled me to him ,wrapping his warm jacket clad hands around me as we both laughed ourselves to death. His chin rested on my head, and i could feel his head shaking as he laughed, his hair brushing my cheek. When i though back about it later, i realized that I liked that feeling of Greyson hugging me.