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TOE Short Story :: A Summer to Remember [Ghost Story] – Chap 5

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by Kirsten (age 13)

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Finally, the waiter came back with our food and drinks.

“Sorry for the long wait, Ma’am,” Jacob apologized to Mom.

“It’s fine,” Mom replied.

When my plate was passed to me, all I could do was stare at it.

Peppers and onions were gathered at the top, hiding the lettuce. “What is this?” I asked.

I looked up but the waiter had already left.

“It’s salad, honey,” Mom answered instead. “Just pick out the stuff you don’t like.”

I unfolded my napkin and spooned out the red peppers, then the onions onto it.

A layer of mushrooms appeared. I spooned those out as well until I finally had a proper bowl of croutons, lettuce, tomatoes, and caesar salad dressing.

I crumbled the napkin up, smashing the yucky peppers, onions, and mushrooms with it.

I started eating and sipped my water to wash it down.

“Did you see if Emma was able to go yet?” Mom asked Matthew.

“No. I am going to call her once we get home,” he replied, stuffing his face with taquitos.

After that, there wasn’t much talking.

Once I was done with my salad, I looked up. It seemed like everybody had been finished for a while now.

“Are we all finished?” Dad looked around.

We all nodded.

The waiter, Jacob, came by and took our plates.

“Your check will be here in a minute,” he said, scurrying away with the dishes.

I checked the watch on my wrist and it read, “7:45.”

Jacob came back with our check and we were off.

The weekend passed by quickly and so did Monday.

During 6th hour on Tuesday, We all said our goodbyes, assuring each other that we would see them next year.

I hugged my friends and had them all sign my yearbook.

I handed Gabe a pen, and he signed the last page of it.

Mackenzie! I am going to miss you over the summer.
Beware of the ghosts in Michigan!!
See you next year!!!!!

I laughed when I read it and gave him a hug.

“Bye!” I yelled when the bell rang.

Everybody was cheering and chanting in the hallways, babbling about their summer plans.

I hadn’t noticed how excited I’d been to go to Michigan. It turned out that Emma was allowed to go, but I wouldn’t let her annoy me.

I couldn’t wait to see Hannah.

She may be a lot younger then me, but it was fun to have her around.

I ran to the car pick-up area and spotted Mom’s Kia right away.

I hopped in, full of joy.

“Did you have a good last day of school?” Mom asked.

I nodded and showed Matthew my yearbook.

Matthew told us about his last day of school and finally we were back at the house.

I hopped out with my yearbook in my hands and walked toward the door.

Mom unlocked the door, and I went inside. I placed my backpack on the counter and turned to Mom.

“What time are we supposed to be at the airport tomorrow?”

“We have to pick Emma up and then be at the airport by 9:30 AM,” Mom replied, going into the kitchen.

Mom poured water into a kettle and set it on the stove. Soon, she added honey and poured it into a teacup.

“Did you start packing yet?” Mom asked.

“Oh no. I forgot.”

“You should do it now.”

I nodded and went upstairs.

I peeked in Matthew’s room. “You should get started packing,” I told Matthew, who was practicing his guitar.

I skipped to my room and pulled out one large suitcase and one medium one.

I’d need lots of clothes if I was going to be there for a whole three months.

I pulled open my dresser drawer and pulled out five pairs of jeans and set them in the suitcase.

I grabbed any piece of clothing that I saw and soon my large suitcase was full.

I used the other suitcase for my clarinet, my brush, toothbrush, and other small things.

After a while, both of the suitcases were full.

My closet was empty and so was most of my dresser.

On my wall was a picture of Me, Melanie, and Ariyah at my birthday party last year.

I took it down and fit it into one of my suitcases.

I laid down on my bed and thought about Michigan.

I could imagine the lake, so clear that you can see the moss on the bottom, like Mom said.

I could almost smell the green grass that would surround it.

I couldn’t wait to go wading in the river and feel the cool water on my ankles.

I imagined Hannah and I exploring in the forest, playing tag or hide-and-go-seek.

I wonder what Hannah looked like.

She was only one year old when I last saw her.

She was an adorable little baby with blonde hair and dark brown eyes.

Just one more day ’til I see her.. just one more day… And I was asleep.

November 2, 2009 1:23 am

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