Post by walktherainbows on Dec 22, 2011 4:57:30 GMT -5
I stared at the paper in my hands, trying to figure it out. As much as i wanted to figure this out, I could not help thinking about Greyson. We were friends now, I don't share moments like that and still not be friends. Nobody in my old town had ever seen me cry, even my best friends. A half filled glass of orange juice was on my right.
Greyson sat on my left, his eyebrows knitted together as he stared at the paper.. He looks cute...Stop it. I told myself.
I picked up my glass of orange juice.
The ice clinked as I tilted the glass to my mouth. The cold orange juice flowed down my throat, quenching my thirst. I put it back down and look at the paper again.
Maybe, it was hard because i was looking at it as a whole. I should break it down line by line.My brain told me. I thanked it silently.
I read it again one more time.
Forth letter of the alphabet
The note after middle C
Third letter of father
'D' I said out loud to Greyson. He raised an eyebrow. 'What?'
The first part of the riddle, the answer is D. 'What is that suppose to mean?' He asked me. I thought for a while. My dad always called me Dee like the D note.
'Also the third line, it says that the third letter of father, which is T?' He pointed out, politely. I had an answer for that one. 'Dad, the third letter is D.' I told him.
'I never called my dad father.' I told him.
He nodded. We looked at it for a while longer, i was reading the rest of it when suddenly Greyson stood up. I looked at him. 'Why don't we do the rest tomorrow?' He offered. I nodded, i was tired.
'Besides, my grandma made cookies today.' He told me, smiling. I grinned. 'Oatmeal?' I asked. 'Only type she would make.' He smiled, jogging down the stairs.
I run to catch up with him. I smelled the hot cookies as i walked to the kitchen. I stop and close my eyes, breathing in the smell. I imagined myself in the old bookshop, surrounded by books and me in that little cozy nook.
I opened my eyes to find Mrs Jones smiling at me, a warm oatmeal cookie in her hand. 'Thank you.' I said, carefully taking the cookie and shoving it into my mouth.
The oatmeal cookie was crunchy on the outside but hot and soft on the inside. I savored it. I saw Greyson, stuffing cookies into his mouth and preserving them into his cheeks like a squirrel. I laughed.
'Thank you so much, Mrs Jones.' I say again. She just smiled and packed a huge bag of cookies for me to bring home. I did not accept it at first but finally gave in.
I ran back to my house, happy and content with a warm bag of cookies in my hand. As i crossed the road, i forgot to look left or right, i just ran out onto the road.
Suddenly, there was a blinding flash of light, loud screeching tires, a loud scream that came from the sidewalk and then pain seared through my whole body making me swoon and collapse, before i blacked out.
Greyson sat on my left, his eyebrows knitted together as he stared at the paper.. He looks cute...Stop it. I told myself.
I picked up my glass of orange juice.
The ice clinked as I tilted the glass to my mouth. The cold orange juice flowed down my throat, quenching my thirst. I put it back down and look at the paper again.
Maybe, it was hard because i was looking at it as a whole. I should break it down line by line.My brain told me. I thanked it silently.
I read it again one more time.
Forth letter of the alphabet
The note after middle C
Third letter of father
'D' I said out loud to Greyson. He raised an eyebrow. 'What?'
The first part of the riddle, the answer is D. 'What is that suppose to mean?' He asked me. I thought for a while. My dad always called me Dee like the D note.
'Also the third line, it says that the third letter of father, which is T?' He pointed out, politely. I had an answer for that one. 'Dad, the third letter is D.' I told him.
'I never called my dad father.' I told him.
He nodded. We looked at it for a while longer, i was reading the rest of it when suddenly Greyson stood up. I looked at him. 'Why don't we do the rest tomorrow?' He offered. I nodded, i was tired.
'Besides, my grandma made cookies today.' He told me, smiling. I grinned. 'Oatmeal?' I asked. 'Only type she would make.' He smiled, jogging down the stairs.
I run to catch up with him. I smelled the hot cookies as i walked to the kitchen. I stop and close my eyes, breathing in the smell. I imagined myself in the old bookshop, surrounded by books and me in that little cozy nook.
I opened my eyes to find Mrs Jones smiling at me, a warm oatmeal cookie in her hand. 'Thank you.' I said, carefully taking the cookie and shoving it into my mouth.
The oatmeal cookie was crunchy on the outside but hot and soft on the inside. I savored it. I saw Greyson, stuffing cookies into his mouth and preserving them into his cheeks like a squirrel. I laughed.
'Thank you so much, Mrs Jones.' I say again. She just smiled and packed a huge bag of cookies for me to bring home. I did not accept it at first but finally gave in.
I ran back to my house, happy and content with a warm bag of cookies in my hand. As i crossed the road, i forgot to look left or right, i just ran out onto the road.
Suddenly, there was a blinding flash of light, loud screeching tires, a loud scream that came from the sidewalk and then pain seared through my whole body making me swoon and collapse, before i blacked out.