Her Eyes

Well I have been doing some writings for my writing class in school. And there are some writings that I have really enjoyed writing, and some that I have put alot of work into. So far, I have two, and I thought I would share them with you. This story, based off a real story from a classmate, will be presented in two parts. One today, and one tomorrow. Enjoy!

Her Eyes

She sat patiently on the bus and watched the many trees and houses pass by as her bus descended down the road. This was like any other day during her after school routine. After arriving at her house, she would do as usual and first drop her school belongings and then take a moment to fulfill her third grade imagination. The thought of her school work would be gone, until her mother ordered her to complete it.

The bus slowly stopped right next to her walkway. With joy, she jumps out, and rushes towards the house. Her TV was calling out to her, and she was not going to deny it. After shutting the door behind her, she dropped her bag in the place where she always did. She heard murmurs in the kitchen, and walked in with curiosity.

When she entered, she noticed that something was wrong. Her mother appeared in a frantic state, grabbing keys and in search for her purse. Her other siblings were also in a state of frazzled panic, trapped in their own world of shock and worry. She was not aware of what the situation was, but she was sure of one thing- someone was missing. It immediately caught her attention and brought it up in the chaos. “Where’s Daddy?”

Weeks passed, and every day she learned a little bit of her father’s condition. She learned on the first day that he fell from a construction site in Highlands. The next she learned that he fell several stories high, and landed in a half dirt, half cemented area. The leg that landed in the dirt remained unharmed. But the leg that landed in the cemented area did not fare well. She then learned that his leg was broken in at least eight different places.

The news then progressed where they feared that he would lose his leg. That frightened her more than anything. The possibility made her fear that nothing would be the same. Her fears that her father may not be able to give her rides on the back, or go running with her consumed her every free thought. The precious, simple moments that many daughters take for granted with their dads would be the thing that she feared of loosing.

Not being able to see him for weeks was already a horrible strain on her.
While she appeared strong in front of family, her emotions overcame her at school. Her mind became less focused on school, and more on the very slow, ticking clock on the wall. She stared at it so intently that she could even recognize the cake of dust that had been collected over the years. Her assistant teacher noticed her swift change in behavior, and asked her to come see her whenever she needed to.

Even though she didn’t want to open the gates that managed to control her uncontrollable anxiety and restlessness, she did feel that it would be nice to talk to someone about everything. Before any positive news arrived, she finally broke down and worked up the courage to speak with her. The teacher noticed her walking towards her and instantly gave her instant attention. She grabbed her hands and gave a soft, warm squeeze. “What is it, dear?”

The realization that she could finally be a child, a child that had every right to express her emotions and concern for her father made her feel comfortable and safe. She could feel the tears slowly emerging from her eyes. They felt warm against her face, lightly tickling her skin as they rode down her cheeks. Words were not needed to show how she was feeling.

To be continued...

-Tyler