Saturday, November 16, 2013

Novel for Creative Writing Class

            So this is what I'm working on in my creative writing class right now. My novel is about a girl (Said, age 16) whose mother died a few years back and whose dad turned to alcohol. She meets a boy (Daren, age 17) who just found out that his leukemia has come out of remission. This scene is when Daren takes Sadie to watch the sunrise at a campground in walking distance from where they met.

            Daren felt like he could fall asleep right there on that picnic table. He tried to hide his exhaustion from Sadie, but he could see in her eyes that she noticed. He didn't want her to worry about him. He didn't want anyone to worry about him, but she seemed to have plenty on her own plate to take care of.
            Something about Sadie made Daren want to, need to, take care of her and make sure she was going to be all right. It might have been that she reminded him of Abby. It might have been her soft blue eyes and honey blonde hair. She had an innocent, but determined look about her.
            Daren looked at her as she stared out across the valley. Her brow was furrowed and her eyes seemed to be looking past the valley into another world. Into another life. Her hands were in tense fists, but it didn't look like she noticed.
            “What are you thinking about?” Daren asked, an intense need to know about this girl pulled the question from his lips.
            “Nothing,” she said, her cheeks flushed red as she turned her gaze to her hands in her lap.
            “No really?” Daren pushed further. “What are you thinking?”
            After a few seconds of silence, Sadie’s blue eyes met Daren’s.
            “I’m thinking…” She said, “That I don’t know… I don’t know how why I’m here. I don’t know my life anymore. I just have so many questions that I can’t answer. I...” She paused and looked hesitant, “Daren?”
            “Yeah?”
            “Do you believe in Heaven? Do you believe in angels?”
            Daren didn't expect her question. He thought about his answer for a while, all the time he could feel her blue eyes on him.
            “I believe in heaven.” He said. “And I do believe in angels, but I don’t know how they work. All I know is that I believe in God, and I think He wants us to be happy, even when life isn’t perfect. I think He gives us the lives we have, because He knows we’re strong enough to live them.”
            “I don’t think He knows me then,” Sadie said, looking away. “I haven’t been happy or strong since… never mind.”
            Daren wanted to say something else, but he didn’t know what to tell her. He didn’t have answers to the questions she needed answered. He needed to say something though. He couldn’t leave her wondering like she was.
            “Sadie,” he said, “God never said we had to do it on our own.”
            She looked back at him, worry lines between her eyes softening.
            “Thanks,” she said with a smile.
            As if her smile had been the cue, the sun broke over the valley. Orange and pink hues lit the town and farmland that stretched out in front of them. Little flashes of rainbows shown from the pivot sprinklers as they watered the fields. The rooftops were gold, matching the fall colors in the leaves.
            Sadie and Daren watched as the sun made its way higher and higher into the sky, neither of them saying a word. The sun chased away the chill of the October night. Daren closed his eyes and focused on the sun warming his face. He opened one eye and looked at Sadie. Her eyes were closed and her brow was no longer creased with worry. The corners of her mouth pulled up into a slight smile. Daren smiled and turned back to the sun again. The world around them was quite as the day was waking up. Everything was silent.
            Then Daren’s stomach growled.
            Sadie and Daren laughed. Sadie’s laugh was beautiful. Her eyes lit up with humor.
            “Well,” Daren said after he stopped laughing, “I’m starving. Let’s go eat.”
            Sadie’s brow creased again as worry returned to her face.
            “Where?” She said.
            Daren glanced at his watch. 6:32.
            “Oh I know a place,” he said. “it should be open now.”
            Daren stood and reached his hand down to help Sadie up. She looked hesitant, so Daren smile. She reached her hand out and took his. He pulled her up and grabbed her backpack from the ground near her feet.
            “Oh you don’t have to carry that for me,” she said, trying to take the bag back from him.”
            “Don’t worry about it,” He said. He could tell from the look on her face that she would worry about it. “Really Sadie, don’t worry about it.”

            She didn’t looked convinced, but she didn’t try to take it back.

© Samantha Farr 2013