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Warning: Somewhat mature read. Ages 10+.
Genre: Drama, romance, action (may be sad)
Chapter One
I looked out the window as I realized he would never be coming back. My own
father—who had practically been my savour ever since I was a small child. Well, he's at least somewhat like a father...sadly, he's not related to me. He found me when I was just 4 years old. My mother and my real father had abandoned me when I was little to go off and have thier little romance party. Okay, sounds stupid, but I'm serious. I was an accident, and they bassacily hated me. I was left tied up alone and cold in the deep dark forest. My father (who's not related and found me) happened to be hunting at that time in the same forest I was left in. I couldn't yell for help, so I had no way of telling anyone I was there. I was paralyzed. No, literally paralyzed. Like, I couldn't move at all. I guess it's because I landed wrong when my mother and father threw me in the forest. I had my eyes tightly squeezed shut, while tears tried to escape. It was torture, yet I couldn't feel anything. I just heard his footsteps. Suddenly, he was there, standing over me like an angel from heaven. The sunlight shone on his back and highlighted his his funny looking crooked beard. I wanted to smile, just being able to at least see someone. Then I thought; Am I going to heaven? Is this what angels look like? I was almost relieved when I realized I may have died without my knowing it. But no. Reality snapped back into place when he lifted me up and carried me away. I must have been there for at least 2 days, because I was dying of thirst. He knew that I was paralyzed. And I knew that somehow he could help me. But know I'm here, gazing out the window. With nobody left. With years and years and years of doctors and nurses looking at me and trying to make me not paralyzed anymore, I grew many years in age. I was 10 when the miracle happened. The doctors found a way to save me. They put me through therapy. Soon, well, not that soon, my mouth started moving again and I could mumble words and stuff. I almost forgot how to talk because I didn't talk in so long...and now I'm still in a wheel chair, but I can talk like never before. My dad always called me a "chatter mouth" because I would never stop talking from the first time I could. How did he leave, you ask? War. In America, all the men have to help out in the army at some point in thier lives. But he had to actually fight. No bringing food or supplies, but fighting. As we were eating dinner at least a year ago, he broke the news. "Sage?" he said.
"Yes, dad?" I replied.
"I have something really important to tell you..."
"Okay..."
"I-I...I have to fight in the army..."
I was stunned. I didn't know what to say. "Um...oh my god..."
I could feel the tears coming as they prickled my eyes.
"I trust you to wait maybe a year or so until I come back...you are 14 now."
he shivered. I couldnt bare it. I needed this to all be a dream. I mean, yeah, I'm 14 but really? You expect me to stay home alone, do chores, go to school, and do all that stuff alone? I was just silent. Dad stared me in the eyes.
"You'll be okay." He took some hair out of my eyes. "I'll come back."
"W-when are you leaving?" I spat.
"Two days from now..." He looked like he was going to cry also.
"Oh, dad...what are we going to do?" I let the tears roll. "I mean, what am I going to do? Can't you just go in hiding or something?"
"It's not that simple."
I cried some more. It couldn't be true. I had nobody...everyone at school didn't think I was good or anything...I mean, who would like a girl in a wheel chair who doesn't even have a full family?
"I should pack up." Dad told me. "Then we'll talk more about it. You know, the US has a strong army...don't you worry." And he left it at that.
Chapter Two
I stared out the window for what seemed like forever. This was the day, October 27, that he was supposed to be home. I'm 15 now. He. Used my birthday. He was 5 days late. I sat there, as a tear rolled down my cheek. he's still not home. Was he dead? I couldn't bear to think about it...I felt like a baby, crying like this. But, damn, wouldn't you be crying like this too if you're dad had been pronounced dead?! Or at least I thought he was dead...
Suddenly, I got a knock at the door of our little home, which used to be a shed. I wheeled my wheel chair over to the window where I could see who was there. It was a guy in a grey suit. I almost decided against opening the door, until I squinted and read his name tag. "Funerals Inc" I said aloud. Would his be the man telling me my father had died? Finally, I decided to open the door. The cold October air rustled my short chestnut coloured hair. I'd always looked like a boy. I mean, who could tell I had 15 year old girl curves if I was in a wheel chair all of my life? Adding to that, I don't mean short as in, like, bob-cut short, but I mean...like boy short. But with bangs. Even though boys have bangs. Ugh, what am I talking about?
Anyways, the man looked as if he was about 50 years old. A little grey reached the roots of his brown hair. "Um...hello," I stuttered. I was always very akward when it comes to social interactions. He looked at me for a moment, as if he was thinking of what to say.
"May I come in?" he asked, waving his hand in my house. I mean, the house was basically mine now, wasn't it?
"Uh, sure."
I creaked the door open a little more, and then closed it tightly when he came inside. It was freezing for Autmn, so I wheeled myself over to the fire and tilted the wood a little.
"I believe you are...Miss. Raines?"
"Yeah...Sage Raines. Thats my full name...," I croaked.
"My name is Simon Rench. May I have a seat?" He gestured to my couch that was across from where I was sitting in my wheelchair.
I nodded. "So...Sage. Your father fought in the army."
"Uh, yeah, I think I already knew that," I said, all smart like. That's just my way. In the worst of times, I don't usually stay quiet. I find it helps to explain your emotions. That sounds too girly girl like.
"And what I'm getting at is...," he paused. I watched him steadily as he put his hands in his lap. "Is that...your father died...in the war." His voice cracked.
I almost knew this was coming, and I've been without him for more than a year now. What difference would it make? But I couldn't let myself think that. Not now.
I just stayed silent for once.
He looked as if he might cry too.
And we talked some more.
Chapter Three
After about half an hour of discussing things with Mr. Rench about dad, I asked him about his name tag.
"So...are you like, a funeral director or something?" I asked.
He paused.
"Hm...you could say that..."
Was he lying about the whole 'funeral director' thing? I had this sort of feeling in the pit of my stomach. But maybe that was just because I didn't have lunch.
"I can tell you're lying, Mr. Rench. Who are you really?" I blurted out, a little too aggressively.
He looked startled.
"Oh dear...you have a lot to learn."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I narrowed my eyes at him.
"I suppose you're ready...," he said, stroking his mustache, which looked like a caterpillar. I honestly don't know if I trust this guy. I mean, who doesn't think a mustache with no beard is a little suspicious? He continued. "Your father isnt what you think he is. Or wasn't. He was...he was actually not that nice of a man..."
"And you're saying this why?!" I spat.
"You asked me to?" he tried. "Anyways, let me go on, will you?"
I crossed my hands over my chest, signalling that I was like, fine.
"You're dad, as I said before wasn't exactly what you would call a gentleman. You've heard of the Nazis, havent you?" I was getting a little uncomfortable at what he was getting at. I nodded. "Well, long story short, your dad worked for Hitler." he looked uncomfortable, too.
"Um," I spoke softly.
"Believe me when I tell you this, Sage. Although you and your father always discussed how bad Hitler was, inside, he always was a little fond per say, of him. What I mean by that is your father and Hitler were great friends. That's when Hitler asked your dad to work with him. And guess what he said?"
Should I believe this guy?! I was honestly rethinking letting him through the door.
"H-he said...yes," Mr. Rench said.
"How do you know my father?" I snapped.
"We used to be friends, too, until I found out--"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. Until you found out that he liked Hitler, right? Like I'm supposed to believe this." I was furious. "Just leave, okay?!" Tears came.
He nodded silently, and went out the door.
What was I supposed to make of this? My father was dead, this crazy old guy came to my house, and now Hitler may have liked my father?!
Heh, life sucks.
Chapter 4
I lie in bed, wide awake. What was I gonna do? Maybe I was just thinking about this too hard. Maybe I will forget about everything that Mr. Rench said tomorrow when I wake up. And with that, I drifted into the land of dreams.
I woke up the next morning feeling groggy, my pillow wet with tears that I must have cried at night. Everything was just so hard now. I know I shouldn't say this; but what if Mr. Rench was right? What if my father really did know Hitler? Heh, that would change a lot of things. Honestly, the way Mr. Rench spoke, it didn't seem like he was lying. Why would he lie to me anyway? I was way overthinking this. I just had this little tiny feeling in my heart that Mr. Rench may have been right. I needed more answers. But then I realized what day it was.
Monday. And you know what Monday means? School. I've been really quiet at school ever since dad left. My dad made sure to inform the principal and stuff, but only they knew. I would never tell my class mates. Who knew what they'd think? Anyway, I got my books and made a lunch in a little paper bag, and headed off. Since I'm in a wheel chair, I still walk to school like everyone else. Sometimes I see people staring at me, wondering what kind of disability I have. I'm just paralyzed from the waist down, so I still look pretty normal. Just like a normal teenager sitting down. In a wheelchair. But I've moved past being self conscious about what people think of my wheelchair. While I was wheeling myself down the rocky road, (mm, sounds like ice cream) I suddenly felt a jerk. My wheelchair skipped over a rock and tilted backwards, I let a little scream out, and my heart leaped back into my throat.
"Gotcha!" I heard a voice call from behind me. I took a look back to see who it was that tilted my wheel chair back, and I saw my friend, Pheobe. To be honest, I'm not one for pranks and stuff like that. I crossed my arms and smirked.
"Heh, you didn't even scare me," I murmured.
"Oh sure I didn't," she said sarcasticly. "Did you see the look on your face? You looked like you just found out that Hitler killed your father!" I suddenly felt a pain in my chest of torture; the words Hitler and Dad didn't mix well together today. Usually I laugh, but today I couldn't. "Yo, is there something wrong, Sage?"
I stared at my useless feet. Pheobe bent down to look at me, her brown silky hair cascading down her shoulders. I snapped out of my trance of loneliness.
"Uh, yeah! Everything's awesome. I was just wondering--uh---where I put my uh...my homework! Yes, my homework." I was a huge stutterer when it comes to Akward situations. Pheobe stared at me with a weird expression.
"Okay."
The we continued walked to school, with her pushing me in my wheelchair.
Chapter 5
When we finally arrived at school, I wheeled myself to math class. Pheobe wasn't in any of my classes this semester, so I was mostly lonely. Except for that one guy that I think might be interested in me. (Just to set the record straight, he's the one following me around. I don't even like him!) I wheeled up to the side of a desk and sat there. I couldn't sit in the normal part of my desk, because the chair was attached to it, and I could exactly get out of my wheel chair unless someone helped me. Trust me, no one would. I saw other students filing into the classroom, with Thier books in both hands. Damnit! I just remembered that I left my books at home. I was in big trouble. I just sat there nervously awaiting my teacher, Mr. Gahi to ask me where my books were. Luckily he was too busy writing a math equation on the board. Suddenly The boy that followed me around everywhere, named Russel came in the door and plopped down right beside me. How annoying could a guy get?
"Hey, Sage! How's your day so far?" He asked me. I was tempted to say weird, but I read this is what I said.
"Good...," I stammered. Why was I so nervous around him?
"That's good," he smiled. His faded blue gray eyes darted around the room a little nervously. I tilted my head at him. I wanted to say, you okay, bruh? But instead I just sat there.
"Good morning my young students!" Mr. Gahi exclaimed. He was always very loud, and often used sharp and sudden hand movements that made me jerk and wince. He had a small simple goatee, and always wore a polo shirt with dress pants and straps. He looked like he was at least 50. "Let's get to some juicy math!" he almost yelled. Everyone groaned. After many algebraic equations, he finally decided to take up homework. "Everyone get out your homework, and I'm coming around to check if it's done." He walked around the room enthusiastically checking homework. As he practically skipped over to my page, I looked down at my desk with nothing on it. He talked quietly now. "Ah, Sage Raines," he started. He always uses first and last names. "Where's your books? And your homework?" I continued looking down.
"At home, sir."
He sighed. "That's the second time this week. Why haven't you brought them?"
I nervously put my hands in my lap.
"Um... I don't know, I just forgot." I almost wanted to cry, thinking about why my homework wasn't done, truely. It was because of my dead father. I just haven't been up to focusing on school. I could feel tears pricking at the back of my eyes.
"Sage, do you need to talk to me?" he asked. I got all red, considering that all eyes were on me now and everyone was silent.
"N-no, Sir...," I stuttered. "See me after class," He said simply, then walked away to continue checking homework. Everyone started chatting again. Russel looked at me, all concerned like.
"Are you really okay, Sage? You can tell me anything." What the heck? What was he, my dad?! I wanted to yell at him. My face a got red with anger this time.
"Russel, why do you think you can just comfort me whenever you want?! I'm not a baby. I don't care if you love me or whatever, but just don't say anything!" I yelled. I then covered my mouth, in astonishment. That didn't mean to come out.
"B-but--" he started, but I just turned around. "Sage, I know what happened to your father!" He grabbed my shoulder to stop me from trying to escape the classroom within the first 15 minutes of class. I felt the warmth of his small hand. Russel had always been small. Short, skinny, non-mature (in looks and everything), but he had always acted like a dad. I just didn't really want to admit it. But if you really think about it, is having a person in your class that's younger than you being your 'dad' okay? See? That's what I thought. It's not. At least not for him. But then again; what he said: 'I know what happened to your dad' the words replayed in my head over and over. How could he know? I finally let him turn me around with his hand on my shoulder. I stared him in the eyes. His grey eyes stared back, worried. "I know what happened," he said more calmly.
Chapter 6
"Wha--how!?" I asked, startled. I wasn't going to be all silent this time.
He stayed quiet.
"Meet me at lunch," he finally said. His voice was different then usual, though. It was a bit hoarse and harsh. He didn't seem like a harmless little boy. I nodded sharply. I got a little nervous feeling in my stomach. What could he have to say that was so private?
I couldn't ask him anymore, now that Mr. Gahi started teaching again. After another half hour of class, the bell rang. As I was about to leave, I remembered that Mr. Gahi wanted to see me. I nervously sat there, waiting for him at his desk. He was flipping through a notebook. "Uh, you wanted to see me?" I itched behind my ear and my auburn hair fluffed up a bit.
"Ah, Yes, Miss. Raines," he cleared his throughly dryly. "I've noticed you haven't been doing your usual--uh--good work...you're usually an A student, but your grades have been dropping steadily. I was wondering if you knew why? Is it about your dad?"
I bit my lip and nodded slowly.
Mr. Gahi gave me a worried look. "Sage, if you're ever in need of help with homework or anything, I'm always here." He patted me on the shoulder. I looked up at him.
"My dad isn't coming back," I whined. Well that just came out. Slowly students started coming in the class, but I still remained there. Mr. Gahi hugged me, and gave me words of assurance. It didn't really help, to be honest. It wasn't the same as my dad hugging me. He gave me one last squeeze on my hand. "Hang in there."
I hated gushy moments, but this seemed right. I wheeled myself to my next class. The bell rang once again, telling us that lunch was here. And that meant Russel time. I hated being alone with anyone, especially him. Lately he seemed more familiar though--I didn't know what it was. Where would he wanna meet me? I just sat at the entrance to the cafeteria. My eyes darted around, inspecting everyone around me. They all looked so full--so happy. They must have all had a dad. Finally, Russel approached me. "Hi," he said. I just looked at him. I wasn't in for friendly convo. "May I?" He pointed at my wheelchair, asking if he could roll me.
"Sure."
As he wheeled me past everyone, I noticed everyone staring at us. They were whispering and pointing. Then I head someone call, "Hey Russel, you got a girlfriend?" They all laughed, and his face got red. Why would they do this to him? I thought people, like, liked him? He just ignored them. He took me to the courtyard, where only a few people sit. When he finally wheeled me to a table, I blurted it out. "How do you know my father died?" I asked. He just sat there.
"It's...I know because...," he stuttered. Spit it out, I thought. "You know that guy that visited you and told you yesterday? Simon Rench?"
"Where you spying on me?" I snapped.
"No! No, I swear! It's just that Mr. Rench is my--my father." Whoa. I didn't know that Russel's last name was Rench. So Russel must know something, considering that Mr. Rench knew my father somehow.
"So...?" I started.
"So my father told me that your father died. I'm so sorry for your loss," he said. His voice cracked. I nodded.
"But I don't get why you have to know that...," I said. "And why did you bring me all this way just to say that?"
"You know how my father said that Hitler knew your father? And they were...friends?" he ignored my question.
"Sure, but I don't believe it."
"Well, my dad was right. Your father worked for hitler. He killed Jews happily."
i was thinking; a little too far, Russel Rench. A little too far.
"Exuse me? I'm supposed to believe this?!" He nodded. Well, I wasn't going to argue against that. I wanted to punch him.
"I'm not kidding, Sage! I remember...I witnessed it myself."
"Fine then, tell me how exactly you 'witnessed this'"
Stay tuned for Chapter 7
~Melancholy, with kindness to those who passed away In the war.
Sage Raines
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Who: Main protagonist in story
Looks: Auburn short hair with bangs; wild, brown eyes
Bad Drawing
Pheobe Haurson
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Who: Sage's somewhat friend
looks: Long silky brown hair, bow at back of hair, blue eyes with bangs
(No drawing)
Russel (unknown last name)
Gender: Male
Age:14 & 3/4 (almost 15)
Who: a boy who tags along with Sage, and might like her.
looks: very young, like a 12 year old boy; not yet mature. Greyish blue eyes and blondish brown hair.
(No drawing)
Simon Rench
Gender: Male
Age: unknown. Looks about 50.
Who: a man that came to the door to tell that sages father has died. Unknown other than that.
Looks: has a mustache, looks about 50, brown hair, grey in the roots. Blue grey eyes.
(No drawing)
Wilson Raines
Gender: Male
Age: 45
Who: was sages father, who rescued her.
looks: black hair and brown skin (complete opposite of sage)
(no drawing)
Thats all for now! I will be adding more characters and maybe even more pictures later when more arise!
Genre: Drama, romance, action (may be sad)
Chapter One
I looked out the window as I realized he would never be coming back. My own
father—who had practically been my savour ever since I was a small child. Well, he's at least somewhat like a father...sadly, he's not related to me. He found me when I was just 4 years old. My mother and my real father had abandoned me when I was little to go off and have thier little romance party. Okay, sounds stupid, but I'm serious. I was an accident, and they bassacily hated me. I was left tied up alone and cold in the deep dark forest. My father (who's not related and found me) happened to be hunting at that time in the same forest I was left in. I couldn't yell for help, so I had no way of telling anyone I was there. I was paralyzed. No, literally paralyzed. Like, I couldn't move at all. I guess it's because I landed wrong when my mother and father threw me in the forest. I had my eyes tightly squeezed shut, while tears tried to escape. It was torture, yet I couldn't feel anything. I just heard his footsteps. Suddenly, he was there, standing over me like an angel from heaven. The sunlight shone on his back and highlighted his his funny looking crooked beard. I wanted to smile, just being able to at least see someone. Then I thought; Am I going to heaven? Is this what angels look like? I was almost relieved when I realized I may have died without my knowing it. But no. Reality snapped back into place when he lifted me up and carried me away. I must have been there for at least 2 days, because I was dying of thirst. He knew that I was paralyzed. And I knew that somehow he could help me. But know I'm here, gazing out the window. With nobody left. With years and years and years of doctors and nurses looking at me and trying to make me not paralyzed anymore, I grew many years in age. I was 10 when the miracle happened. The doctors found a way to save me. They put me through therapy. Soon, well, not that soon, my mouth started moving again and I could mumble words and stuff. I almost forgot how to talk because I didn't talk in so long...and now I'm still in a wheel chair, but I can talk like never before. My dad always called me a "chatter mouth" because I would never stop talking from the first time I could. How did he leave, you ask? War. In America, all the men have to help out in the army at some point in thier lives. But he had to actually fight. No bringing food or supplies, but fighting. As we were eating dinner at least a year ago, he broke the news. "Sage?" he said.
"Yes, dad?" I replied.
"I have something really important to tell you..."
"Okay..."
"I-I...I have to fight in the army..."
I was stunned. I didn't know what to say. "Um...oh my god..."
I could feel the tears coming as they prickled my eyes.
"I trust you to wait maybe a year or so until I come back...you are 14 now."
he shivered. I couldnt bare it. I needed this to all be a dream. I mean, yeah, I'm 14 but really? You expect me to stay home alone, do chores, go to school, and do all that stuff alone? I was just silent. Dad stared me in the eyes.
"You'll be okay." He took some hair out of my eyes. "I'll come back."
"W-when are you leaving?" I spat.
"Two days from now..." He looked like he was going to cry also.
"Oh, dad...what are we going to do?" I let the tears roll. "I mean, what am I going to do? Can't you just go in hiding or something?"
"It's not that simple."
I cried some more. It couldn't be true. I had nobody...everyone at school didn't think I was good or anything...I mean, who would like a girl in a wheel chair who doesn't even have a full family?
"I should pack up." Dad told me. "Then we'll talk more about it. You know, the US has a strong army...don't you worry." And he left it at that.
Chapter Two
I stared out the window for what seemed like forever. This was the day, October 27, that he was supposed to be home. I'm 15 now. He. Used my birthday. He was 5 days late. I sat there, as a tear rolled down my cheek. he's still not home. Was he dead? I couldn't bear to think about it...I felt like a baby, crying like this. But, damn, wouldn't you be crying like this too if you're dad had been pronounced dead?! Or at least I thought he was dead...
Suddenly, I got a knock at the door of our little home, which used to be a shed. I wheeled my wheel chair over to the window where I could see who was there. It was a guy in a grey suit. I almost decided against opening the door, until I squinted and read his name tag. "Funerals Inc" I said aloud. Would his be the man telling me my father had died? Finally, I decided to open the door. The cold October air rustled my short chestnut coloured hair. I'd always looked like a boy. I mean, who could tell I had 15 year old girl curves if I was in a wheel chair all of my life? Adding to that, I don't mean short as in, like, bob-cut short, but I mean...like boy short. But with bangs. Even though boys have bangs. Ugh, what am I talking about?
Anyways, the man looked as if he was about 50 years old. A little grey reached the roots of his brown hair. "Um...hello," I stuttered. I was always very akward when it comes to social interactions. He looked at me for a moment, as if he was thinking of what to say.
"May I come in?" he asked, waving his hand in my house. I mean, the house was basically mine now, wasn't it?
"Uh, sure."
I creaked the door open a little more, and then closed it tightly when he came inside. It was freezing for Autmn, so I wheeled myself over to the fire and tilted the wood a little.
"I believe you are...Miss. Raines?"
"Yeah...Sage Raines. Thats my full name...," I croaked.
"My name is Simon Rench. May I have a seat?" He gestured to my couch that was across from where I was sitting in my wheelchair.
I nodded. "So...Sage. Your father fought in the army."
"Uh, yeah, I think I already knew that," I said, all smart like. That's just my way. In the worst of times, I don't usually stay quiet. I find it helps to explain your emotions. That sounds too girly girl like.
"And what I'm getting at is...," he paused. I watched him steadily as he put his hands in his lap. "Is that...your father died...in the war." His voice cracked.
I almost knew this was coming, and I've been without him for more than a year now. What difference would it make? But I couldn't let myself think that. Not now.
I just stayed silent for once.
He looked as if he might cry too.
And we talked some more.
Chapter Three
After about half an hour of discussing things with Mr. Rench about dad, I asked him about his name tag.
"So...are you like, a funeral director or something?" I asked.
He paused.
"Hm...you could say that..."
Was he lying about the whole 'funeral director' thing? I had this sort of feeling in the pit of my stomach. But maybe that was just because I didn't have lunch.
"I can tell you're lying, Mr. Rench. Who are you really?" I blurted out, a little too aggressively.
He looked startled.
"Oh dear...you have a lot to learn."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I narrowed my eyes at him.
"I suppose you're ready...," he said, stroking his mustache, which looked like a caterpillar. I honestly don't know if I trust this guy. I mean, who doesn't think a mustache with no beard is a little suspicious? He continued. "Your father isnt what you think he is. Or wasn't. He was...he was actually not that nice of a man..."
"And you're saying this why?!" I spat.
"You asked me to?" he tried. "Anyways, let me go on, will you?"
I crossed my hands over my chest, signalling that I was like, fine.
"You're dad, as I said before wasn't exactly what you would call a gentleman. You've heard of the Nazis, havent you?" I was getting a little uncomfortable at what he was getting at. I nodded. "Well, long story short, your dad worked for Hitler." he looked uncomfortable, too.
"Um," I spoke softly.
"Believe me when I tell you this, Sage. Although you and your father always discussed how bad Hitler was, inside, he always was a little fond per say, of him. What I mean by that is your father and Hitler were great friends. That's when Hitler asked your dad to work with him. And guess what he said?"
Should I believe this guy?! I was honestly rethinking letting him through the door.
"H-he said...yes," Mr. Rench said.
"How do you know my father?" I snapped.
"We used to be friends, too, until I found out--"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. Until you found out that he liked Hitler, right? Like I'm supposed to believe this." I was furious. "Just leave, okay?!" Tears came.
He nodded silently, and went out the door.
What was I supposed to make of this? My father was dead, this crazy old guy came to my house, and now Hitler may have liked my father?!
Heh, life sucks.
Chapter 4
I lie in bed, wide awake. What was I gonna do? Maybe I was just thinking about this too hard. Maybe I will forget about everything that Mr. Rench said tomorrow when I wake up. And with that, I drifted into the land of dreams.
I woke up the next morning feeling groggy, my pillow wet with tears that I must have cried at night. Everything was just so hard now. I know I shouldn't say this; but what if Mr. Rench was right? What if my father really did know Hitler? Heh, that would change a lot of things. Honestly, the way Mr. Rench spoke, it didn't seem like he was lying. Why would he lie to me anyway? I was way overthinking this. I just had this little tiny feeling in my heart that Mr. Rench may have been right. I needed more answers. But then I realized what day it was.
Monday. And you know what Monday means? School. I've been really quiet at school ever since dad left. My dad made sure to inform the principal and stuff, but only they knew. I would never tell my class mates. Who knew what they'd think? Anyway, I got my books and made a lunch in a little paper bag, and headed off. Since I'm in a wheel chair, I still walk to school like everyone else. Sometimes I see people staring at me, wondering what kind of disability I have. I'm just paralyzed from the waist down, so I still look pretty normal. Just like a normal teenager sitting down. In a wheelchair. But I've moved past being self conscious about what people think of my wheelchair. While I was wheeling myself down the rocky road, (mm, sounds like ice cream) I suddenly felt a jerk. My wheelchair skipped over a rock and tilted backwards, I let a little scream out, and my heart leaped back into my throat.
"Gotcha!" I heard a voice call from behind me. I took a look back to see who it was that tilted my wheel chair back, and I saw my friend, Pheobe. To be honest, I'm not one for pranks and stuff like that. I crossed my arms and smirked.
"Heh, you didn't even scare me," I murmured.
"Oh sure I didn't," she said sarcasticly. "Did you see the look on your face? You looked like you just found out that Hitler killed your father!" I suddenly felt a pain in my chest of torture; the words Hitler and Dad didn't mix well together today. Usually I laugh, but today I couldn't. "Yo, is there something wrong, Sage?"
I stared at my useless feet. Pheobe bent down to look at me, her brown silky hair cascading down her shoulders. I snapped out of my trance of loneliness.
"Uh, yeah! Everything's awesome. I was just wondering--uh---where I put my uh...my homework! Yes, my homework." I was a huge stutterer when it comes to Akward situations. Pheobe stared at me with a weird expression.
"Okay."
The we continued walked to school, with her pushing me in my wheelchair.
Chapter 5
When we finally arrived at school, I wheeled myself to math class. Pheobe wasn't in any of my classes this semester, so I was mostly lonely. Except for that one guy that I think might be interested in me. (Just to set the record straight, he's the one following me around. I don't even like him!) I wheeled up to the side of a desk and sat there. I couldn't sit in the normal part of my desk, because the chair was attached to it, and I could exactly get out of my wheel chair unless someone helped me. Trust me, no one would. I saw other students filing into the classroom, with Thier books in both hands. Damnit! I just remembered that I left my books at home. I was in big trouble. I just sat there nervously awaiting my teacher, Mr. Gahi to ask me where my books were. Luckily he was too busy writing a math equation on the board. Suddenly The boy that followed me around everywhere, named Russel came in the door and plopped down right beside me. How annoying could a guy get?
"Hey, Sage! How's your day so far?" He asked me. I was tempted to say weird, but I read this is what I said.
"Good...," I stammered. Why was I so nervous around him?
"That's good," he smiled. His faded blue gray eyes darted around the room a little nervously. I tilted my head at him. I wanted to say, you okay, bruh? But instead I just sat there.
"Good morning my young students!" Mr. Gahi exclaimed. He was always very loud, and often used sharp and sudden hand movements that made me jerk and wince. He had a small simple goatee, and always wore a polo shirt with dress pants and straps. He looked like he was at least 50. "Let's get to some juicy math!" he almost yelled. Everyone groaned. After many algebraic equations, he finally decided to take up homework. "Everyone get out your homework, and I'm coming around to check if it's done." He walked around the room enthusiastically checking homework. As he practically skipped over to my page, I looked down at my desk with nothing on it. He talked quietly now. "Ah, Sage Raines," he started. He always uses first and last names. "Where's your books? And your homework?" I continued looking down.
"At home, sir."
He sighed. "That's the second time this week. Why haven't you brought them?"
I nervously put my hands in my lap.
"Um... I don't know, I just forgot." I almost wanted to cry, thinking about why my homework wasn't done, truely. It was because of my dead father. I just haven't been up to focusing on school. I could feel tears pricking at the back of my eyes.
"Sage, do you need to talk to me?" he asked. I got all red, considering that all eyes were on me now and everyone was silent.
"N-no, Sir...," I stuttered. "See me after class," He said simply, then walked away to continue checking homework. Everyone started chatting again. Russel looked at me, all concerned like.
"Are you really okay, Sage? You can tell me anything." What the heck? What was he, my dad?! I wanted to yell at him. My face a got red with anger this time.
"Russel, why do you think you can just comfort me whenever you want?! I'm not a baby. I don't care if you love me or whatever, but just don't say anything!" I yelled. I then covered my mouth, in astonishment. That didn't mean to come out.
"B-but--" he started, but I just turned around. "Sage, I know what happened to your father!" He grabbed my shoulder to stop me from trying to escape the classroom within the first 15 minutes of class. I felt the warmth of his small hand. Russel had always been small. Short, skinny, non-mature (in looks and everything), but he had always acted like a dad. I just didn't really want to admit it. But if you really think about it, is having a person in your class that's younger than you being your 'dad' okay? See? That's what I thought. It's not. At least not for him. But then again; what he said: 'I know what happened to your dad' the words replayed in my head over and over. How could he know? I finally let him turn me around with his hand on my shoulder. I stared him in the eyes. His grey eyes stared back, worried. "I know what happened," he said more calmly.
Chapter 6
"Wha--how!?" I asked, startled. I wasn't going to be all silent this time.
He stayed quiet.
"Meet me at lunch," he finally said. His voice was different then usual, though. It was a bit hoarse and harsh. He didn't seem like a harmless little boy. I nodded sharply. I got a little nervous feeling in my stomach. What could he have to say that was so private?
I couldn't ask him anymore, now that Mr. Gahi started teaching again. After another half hour of class, the bell rang. As I was about to leave, I remembered that Mr. Gahi wanted to see me. I nervously sat there, waiting for him at his desk. He was flipping through a notebook. "Uh, you wanted to see me?" I itched behind my ear and my auburn hair fluffed up a bit.
"Ah, Yes, Miss. Raines," he cleared his throughly dryly. "I've noticed you haven't been doing your usual--uh--good work...you're usually an A student, but your grades have been dropping steadily. I was wondering if you knew why? Is it about your dad?"
I bit my lip and nodded slowly.
Mr. Gahi gave me a worried look. "Sage, if you're ever in need of help with homework or anything, I'm always here." He patted me on the shoulder. I looked up at him.
"My dad isn't coming back," I whined. Well that just came out. Slowly students started coming in the class, but I still remained there. Mr. Gahi hugged me, and gave me words of assurance. It didn't really help, to be honest. It wasn't the same as my dad hugging me. He gave me one last squeeze on my hand. "Hang in there."
I hated gushy moments, but this seemed right. I wheeled myself to my next class. The bell rang once again, telling us that lunch was here. And that meant Russel time. I hated being alone with anyone, especially him. Lately he seemed more familiar though--I didn't know what it was. Where would he wanna meet me? I just sat at the entrance to the cafeteria. My eyes darted around, inspecting everyone around me. They all looked so full--so happy. They must have all had a dad. Finally, Russel approached me. "Hi," he said. I just looked at him. I wasn't in for friendly convo. "May I?" He pointed at my wheelchair, asking if he could roll me.
"Sure."
As he wheeled me past everyone, I noticed everyone staring at us. They were whispering and pointing. Then I head someone call, "Hey Russel, you got a girlfriend?" They all laughed, and his face got red. Why would they do this to him? I thought people, like, liked him? He just ignored them. He took me to the courtyard, where only a few people sit. When he finally wheeled me to a table, I blurted it out. "How do you know my father died?" I asked. He just sat there.
"It's...I know because...," he stuttered. Spit it out, I thought. "You know that guy that visited you and told you yesterday? Simon Rench?"
"Where you spying on me?" I snapped.
"No! No, I swear! It's just that Mr. Rench is my--my father." Whoa. I didn't know that Russel's last name was Rench. So Russel must know something, considering that Mr. Rench knew my father somehow.
"So...?" I started.
"So my father told me that your father died. I'm so sorry for your loss," he said. His voice cracked. I nodded.
"But I don't get why you have to know that...," I said. "And why did you bring me all this way just to say that?"
"You know how my father said that Hitler knew your father? And they were...friends?" he ignored my question.
"Sure, but I don't believe it."
"Well, my dad was right. Your father worked for hitler. He killed Jews happily."
i was thinking; a little too far, Russel Rench. A little too far.
"Exuse me? I'm supposed to believe this?!" He nodded. Well, I wasn't going to argue against that. I wanted to punch him.
"I'm not kidding, Sage! I remember...I witnessed it myself."
"Fine then, tell me how exactly you 'witnessed this'"
Stay tuned for Chapter 7
~Melancholy, with kindness to those who passed away In the war.
Character Drawings / Characters
Sage Raines
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Who: Main protagonist in story
Looks: Auburn short hair with bangs; wild, brown eyes
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Pheobe Haurson
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Who: Sage's somewhat friend
looks: Long silky brown hair, bow at back of hair, blue eyes with bangs
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Russel (unknown last name)
Gender: Male
Age:14 & 3/4 (almost 15)
Who: a boy who tags along with Sage, and might like her.
looks: very young, like a 12 year old boy; not yet mature. Greyish blue eyes and blondish brown hair.
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Simon Rench
Gender: Male
Age: unknown. Looks about 50.
Who: a man that came to the door to tell that sages father has died. Unknown other than that.
Looks: has a mustache, looks about 50, brown hair, grey in the roots. Blue grey eyes.
(No drawing)
Wilson Raines
Gender: Male
Age: 45
Who: was sages father, who rescued her.
looks: black hair and brown skin (complete opposite of sage)
(no drawing)
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