Story Start #2

One day I will find you. You have been lost but you will be found. Maybe if I find you I will find myself too. Sometimes I sit at home and wonder why you've gone. Where you are now. Why you had to step foot on the Mayberry. Why you didn't take me with you. I'd rather be lost at sea with you than sitting here all alone. Why did you have to go? What pulls you towards ships? Why do you feel the need to live at sea your who life? Why did you have to get lost? Some of the things I wish I'd asked you before you left. Now I am going mad with loss. I am mad at you, at me, at the world. Maybe if you hadn't settled down, then got back up and sailed away. Maybe I wouldn't be here feeling numb. Thinking about you. But I have to stop. Stop asking why. Stop saying maybe. It isn't maybe anymore. I can't change my past. But I can change my future. I know what you would say if I told you this but I am looking for you. I will search every sea and ocean to find you. And maybe if I find you, I'll find myself too.

Paper Towels

     We sat on the little rug plastered with the ABC’s. Ms. Susan stood up and glared at us.

     “I have something we need to talk about,” she announced. “Someone has put a wet paper towel on the mirror in the bathroom.” We all looked at each other, searching for guilty faces. There was a long silence. I hadn’t done it but her tone made me feel guilty about it all the same. She kept talking on and on about consequences and when people do bad things they should tell the teacher but I wasn’t listening. In fact, most of us were probably not listening. We were all five year olds and what came out of Ms. Susan’s mouth was law, but after a while of blabbing, our attention spans expired. “…so does anyone want to confess?” she finished. We all stayed perfectly silent. But then I started thinking about the situation. We were all going to stay here until someone confessed. None of us were going to confess. The whole class might get punished. So I came up with a perfect idea. (One that sounded like a good idea at the time) I got up in front of the class and took one for the team.

     “I did it,” were my exact words. Ms. Susan looked at me with extreme distaste. She started laying down the punishments. But I knew I had to do this. When she finished, I started to cry, but I knew the damage was done. Paper towels would haunt me until Elementary school.

     Ms. Susan never stopped hounding me after that day. And neither did the one who had actually done the deed.

     The following days after the incident whizzed by. About three weeks later, another paper towel appeared on the door of the bathroom. Ms. Susan found it before me. In the middle of or nap, she woke me up. I looked up at her and a chill went down my spine. I sat up, and she looked me up and down.

     “Rachel,” she said, “ I am very disappointed in you”

     “But I didn’t do-“

     “ Yes you did. I saw it. And I have decided to give you three more chances. The third time I am calling your parents” My hair stood up on the back of my neck. I racked my brain for clues as to what she was talking about. “I don’t want to have to do that. No more paper towels okay?” She asked. Oh no, I thought. Not this again.

     “ O-okay” I stammered. She gave me a tight smile and walked away.

     I felt betrayed. How could the culprit take advantage of me like that? I did something nice for them so they should be nice to me. That’s how I thought when I was five. That was just how my life went. That was how it should be. I buried my face in the mat and felt water pour out of my eyes. I kept it to myself, though. Only silent tears hit the mat.

     The next paper towel hung on the wall. I looked at wondering what kind of sick trick this was. I walked out of the bathroom and looked around the room. My wandering eyes gazed out into the place, first looking at Ms. Susan’s cluttered desk then the tiny chars set around the wooden tables. I looked at the corner of the room with the book shelve stocked with stuff from fairy princesses to flossing how-to’s. I glanced at the ABC rug where I had made my stand and at the toys that littered it. All my friends were playing with toy cars on the ground in-between the tables maneuvering the cars through the chair legs and under the tables shouting “VROOM VROOM” as loud as their squeaky little voices could go. No. Ms. Susan wasn’t there.

     “Rachel!” shouted my best friend Thomas, “Come play cars with us!”

     “I can’t,” I told him. “Do you know where Ms. Susan is?” Just then, Ms. Susan walked in the room; probably back from a bathroom break. (The teachers always had their own bathroom) She was wearing a long ugly leopard print skirt with a puffy white blouse and a deep magenta scarf wrapped tightly around her neck. Her perpetually frowning face was covered in lipstick and smeared over with a few thick layers of makeup.

     “Yes, Rachel?” she asked.

     “I found a paper towel on the wall in the bathroom,” I said. Her frown deepened.

     She walked straight into the bathroom. She looked around and spotted it. She reached over and ripped it off the wall, holding it up in front of my face “See?” I said, “I didn’t do it.”

     “Yes you did.” She stated. I tried to explain how the towel was there when I got there, but everything I told her went in one ear and out the other. “This is one. Two to go” She walked out of the room like she owned the world.

     The next two went quick. One landed on the door and the other was tucked in the corner of the bathroom. It’s funny now that I think back on it. What seemed like a serious issue then is not that big of a deal now. But there wasn’t a very fine line between serious and silly for Ms. Susan. It was always serious. She stayed true to her word and called my parents.

     When I got home, they asked me about it. They weren’t even that mad, but I just told them I didn’t do it and ran to my room. I cried and cried. Mom came into my room to try to comfort me. But once a little kid goes into that mode, there is no consoling them. The next day she had to drag me to day care. She put me in the room and I screamed. She told Ms. Susan that I was upset. What made me even more upset was that Susan asked why. As if she didn’t know.

     Eventually I resorted to check the bathroom for paper towels every time I went. My method worked until the day I found one on the ceiling. No matter what I did, it would not come down. Luckily Ms. Susan never noticed it. It stayed there until the day she left the day care for good. It continued to hang up there until I left. And to this day, I never saw that paper towel come down. But it always hung there, as a reminder of the mistake that I made. Of the mistake I will never make again.

    

Story Starts

Sometimes when I am idol, I think of a great beginning for a story. This Will be one of many , but it's a start.





     "I cannot see. I cannot hear. I cannot speak. All I am is a dreamer, trapped in a convention of thoughts, lost in a false reality,"He preached to his numerous audience. "This is what someone who is both deaf and blind feels." He went on and on and on about awareness and what to do when you meet a blind or deaf person. But that was one year before I knew the truth.To this day, I still go through those words in my head. I used to think he was right. Why question a scientist? But It wasn't until that day when I realized how wrong those words may be. Or how true. But what I can tell, is that when you are both blind and deaf, your senses are a billion times sharper.
     It was that day, when everything started to change. I got sick, and through the year I lost both my most important senses before my parents could get over all their financial problems and find a doctor that could cure me. but now thats over and I am blind and deaf, but  I can see and hear more than anyone. The day i woke up from the surgery, I could feel the cool hospital bed sheets and taste the dryness in my mouth. I slept the rest of the day or so I was told and the rest of the next morning. When I woke up, I was still blind and deaf and i tried to cry but no tears came. I touched the bandage they put over my eyes and slowly and carefully unwrapped it. I opened my eyes and saw nothing. I strained my ears but heard nothing. Bot just then I saw a flicker of light and heard some far off noises. I opened my eyes a little wider and strained a little more. In that moment on that day, sound and energy burst into my vision. I could hear the beating of a hundred hearts and see the entire spectrum. Never had i known the true beauties of the world but here, was everything. I saw every color, the insolation in the walls and the parking lot behind it. I saw the energy emitting from everything and the ultraviolet rays  and microwaves and radio waves bouncing around. The thermal heat coming  off of everything, more colors than the naked eye could see. I heard all that was going on everywhere, the sound overwhelming me and I let out a shriek. I jumped out of bed and walked to the door, seeing my mom behind It. This was all overwhelming I had to tell her about seeing through walls or radio waves. But then it hit me. This is why no one knows about the blind that can see. If they did, we'd all be a science experiment or called insane. This will be the biggest secret of my life, and I must do everything to keep it.