Story

I wrote this out of boredom. No idea where it's going. Title contest!

I was bored. Summer never gave me many options, as I was a nerdy klutz, not at all good at making friends. On the off chance that anyone would come up to me in my new town and say "Hi, my name is ____", They would chatter about the school and how they would show me around. When I could fit it in I would say "Hi, I'm Alice Rosante" When that was the only reply, they would walk away and gossip about me. It didn't matter. Dad always said "Whatever opinion other people have of you doesn't matter, Alice. It's your opinion that matters." But he's gone, and I have nothing to do about it. After Dad died, Mom and I moved around for ages. Now we live in Eagle River, Wisconsin. I sighed. I was sitting on my new back porch by the lake, trying to draw it. It was odd, but I could only draw eyes. Wierd. Only one eye, never two. I was a strange fish to everyone but my father. We were two peas in a pod, two eyes on a face, two voices in a conversation. That was always the way it had been.




Chapter Two

I laid on my sky colored bed, in my sky colored room, looking out my window at the sky colored sky. I loved the sky, every single thing about it. It was something you couldn't draw, not with every piece of paper, not with every crayon, colored pencil, paint, or marker. No matter what. Then it reminded me: Dad had given me a note before he died, and I didn't get what it meant.



Alice,

I know that we always star-watch, or sky watch in the day time,
so I want you to do me this one favor. Watch every day and night with your telescope, and you will know. 'Why?' is the question you always ask, and soon you will get it all. I promise.

Love,

Daddy-O



I guessed that he was not going to tell me through this note, so he was going to find another way. I was positive about that. I pulled my telescope out of its box, and looked out. The sun had begun to set as I read my note over and over, and it was almost night. Mom was at work and wouldn't be coming home anytime soon, so she left money for pizza. The telescope could wait. I skidded across the newly waxed floor and ran to the tiny shelf on which we kept phone books. I dialed the number for Clark's Pizza. Soon I was munching on tasty anchovy pizza, another weird thing.

Soon Mom came home and joined me. "How was work?" I asked. "Pretty good. The antique sales at the store are really awesome! Which reminds me, I got you a present" she said. She looks nothing like me, except for her eyes. Bright green, like a lizard. Mine is a messy dark blond and super curly, while her's is black as a forest at night. Mom is beautiful, and I really wish I looked like her. I never will.





Chapter Three

Mom took me over to a box that was about the size of a small book, but a fat one. For a minute I thought it was a book. Then I saw it was wrapped in sky paper. I ripped off the paper a smiled. It was like a music box, but you couldn't open it.

It was honey colored wood, and in a little window there was a drawing of the sun sinking below clouds. Beneith that was a line from the song Tomorrow from the musical Annie,

Tomorrow, tomorrow,

I love you, tomorrow,

You're always a day away!

"Oh Mom, I love it!" I cried as I hugged her. "I knew you would," She said, laughing, "Remember when your father took you to the show?" I nodded and ran upstairs to put it in my room, right by my telescope. As I looked at the sky, it all seemed clear.

Dad knew, as I had a stubborn belief in procrastination, that I would not look out until nighttime. He wanted me to break that habit and look during the day. I promised myself to look very first thing when I woke up. Or at least after breakfast. 'No. Before breakfast. No matter what. DON'T FORGET!', I thought to myself. I wrote about it on my billboard with highlighter so I would see first thing in the morning.