Post by tessly joelle redl on May 20, 2009 17:28:34 GMT -5
Try not to think of your life as a hole
Inside of you is and always will be a soul
Tessly stretched out on her bed and stared out the window into the yard. The dark shadows started to stretch across her small view from the sun's rising rays. Her view out the window was slightly obscured by her upside down-ness. She liked to look at things upside down. It gave her a new perspective on the things in life and it let her think of things in different ways. She often fantasized about what it would be like to live in a house where the ceiling was the floor and the floor was the ceiling. Where there was a little ledge that you had to step over to get through the doorways and all the doors were upside down. You could say that Tessly had a bit of an imagination and you'd be 100% correct. She loved to imagine things in a different way and that helped her a lot when she was writing her poetry.
She rolled over onto her stomach, hearing a cricking noise. She sat up, investigating what she had rolled over on. She yawned, and picked the paper up. Once she finished reading through it, she looked at the time and was amazed that it was three hours later then when she last checked the clock. Tessly haddn't realized it, but she must have drifted off into a light sleep. While sleeping "lightly", anything could wake her up. A passing car, a chirp of a bird that was to close to her dorm, her roommates calling her, the phone ringing. The list went on. But, when she was in a "deep" sleep, nothing had a chance against her ears. Smoke alarms, her alarm clock screaming at her to finally wake up, a gun shot, music being played as loud as possible. They all had no chance against her stubborn ears. If she wanted to keep sleeping, her brain would block out all those noises and she would keep on sleeping. Of course, that could cause a problem if there actually was a real problem.
Tessly stretched again, hearing her spine and elbows crack. She could basically crack any joint in her body. She looked down at her cloths and saw that she was still in what she had put on after she got home from school on Friday. Witch a quick check on her phone to conform the date, she had been in the same things for 2 days. This might disgust some people, but she just found it the most comfortable thing in the world. Tessly loved to stay in the same cloths for days. It wasn't about if she wore the same thing twice within a week of each other to her. No, it was more about how comfortable she was. Sweatpants, a tee shirt and a sweater. Those were the things she wore the most often while she was at home. While at school.. well, that was a different story.
Tessly yawned, and wondered why she was thinking about what cloths she was wearing. When she woke up, her mind was usually very slow on the movement of every day life and she didn't normally retain any information until about an hour after she woke up (that's one of the reasons why she did so poorly in her first period class), and therefore usually forgot alot of things. She glanced at the clock and it dawned on her that it was Sunday and she was told by her mom to go to church every Sunday before 10 o'clock. It was now 9:30. She coughed in disbelief and quickly changed into the outfit that she would be wearing that day. Her redish/cream plaid dress over her dark jeans, three heart necklace, brown flats and her moon and star ring. This was one of her favorite outfits to wear if she was supposed to "dress up" for what ever she was doing/going to do.
Just as she smoothed out the small wrinkles in her dress, Tessly walked over to her bedroom door and tripped over the edge of her carpet. She stumbled, nearly falling flat on her face, but managed to catch her balance in mid fall. This always happened to Tessly. When ever she walked any amount of distance, there was a near 80% chance that she could fall over a) her feet b) a carpet c) someone else's foot or d) the air itself. Yes, she often tripped over nothing. It was just the way she walked sometimes, leaning forward alot if she was running to catch up to someone. She would just... fall over nothing. This usually caused people to stare at her and think "Umm... WTF is she on?". She always smiled at them, secretly laughing it away with her friends.
It was only ten minutes after she had looked at the clock in her room that she was locking the door to her house and set out to walk to her beautiful new church called St. Mary's. As Tessly walked on the sidewalk, she thought about West Milford and all the things she missed. The lacking of sidewalks, its extreme huge-ness, having to travel by car at least 20 minutes to get to any of her friends' houses, the unpredictable weather. She thought about St. Joe's (her old church) and it's history. The stained glass windows depicting major points in Jesus' life had been given to them well over a hundred years ago. The organ on the balcony-type-thing was considered a landmark because it survived 3 fires when the rest of the Church did not. The statues of Mary and Joshep that looked everyone over. The alter with the many layers that always had flowers on it. She took a shuddering breath in, and let it out. She knew she couldn't cry about missing some place she hadn't liked for 13 years of her life; she had done that to often. After all, she had only found out the utter truth about the phrase "You don't know what you've got until it's gone". Having just started liking West Milford, it was so cruel for it just to be pulled out from under her and have her land in a new, unknown, place.
Tessly's feet carried her to the beautiful building. She walked up to the door and pushed it open. The wood creaked in its rusting hinges and walked in. She walked up to a pue in the middle of the large room and sat down near the edge. She took a deep breath, and started muttering a prayer she had learned. Once she had finished, she looked up to the alter and sighed. "Dear God." she murmured. "I'm trying to find reason to why my dad is now with You. I'm always thinking about it, and I can't find the reason. He was getting better, he was doing so good. I thought... maybe You would heal him for good. Maybe he's happier up in Heaven, waiting for me and mom to join him. Or maybe You were just as supprised as we were when the cancer just attacked his heart." She took another shuddering breath, trying to control her emotions. "I can't find the reason. I just want to know the reason so much. It'll help me move on and maybe it'll help mom, too. She dosn't show it, but I know she's hurting even more then I am. If you could help me just get through another week... Maybe I'll find the answer in time." OR maybe I wont she added in her head. "Amen" she whispered and touched her forhead, the middle of her chest, and her left and right sholder: making the sign of the cross.
Tessly looked up for the first time since entering, and looked around. The church was empty, the colored light flooding through the colored glass and hitting the pues and the floor. There was just one other person. Tessly didn't know who they were, so she looked back towards the windows. They were... beautiful. They resembled the ones that she had known so very well and that gave her a sense of comfort. Finding the small things about this new town that reminded her of the old one is what kept her going. Wither it was the glass windows or the forests surrounding her house. They all made her feel a bit more comfortable and she liked that. Her mother could see the difference, too. When they first moved to Ithian Ridge, Leola could tell her daughter felt lost in this new world. But, recently, she could sence the 15 year old was starting to feel as at home as possible for her.
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