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    dots Submission Name: the beauty of december silencedots

    Author: andnow
    ASL Info:    19.f.wa
    Elite Ratio:    3.57 - 136/135/42
    Words: 275
    Class/Type: Story/Friendship
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       Experimenting with Narrative for school

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    dotsthe beauty of december silencedots

    12:45 AM: I divert my gaze from the face of my watch to the diamond littered sky overhead. The impending doom that will surely befall on me as I stroll home to my motherís frantic worry that ďI just couldnít sleep because I didnít know you were safeĒ hasnít yet crossed my mind. As the heat of the carís hood warms my backside and the crisp, cold, December air surrounds me, the only thing I feel is freedom. Within an arms reach, my best friend Keegan lies beside me, sharing the blanket of peace. His presence heightens the free feeling.
    There exists a silence. A silence that pierces through this clear night. A silence that relieves the waste of unnecessary conversation. A silence that, like a hawk, watches us. A silence that comforts, and we welcome it. Inhaling the beauty, I listen to our silence.
    12:46 AM: The faint ringing of a cell phone awakens us from our trance and rushes reality back into my consciousness. The glow from the screen illuminates the car and I hurry to answer it. My mother screams into her receiver, loud enough to wake the houses nearby. ďSARA COME HOME RIGHT NOW,Ē while the alibis stumble out of my mouth. She doesnít need to know that we randomly decided to stargaze on the lake in the early hours of the morning. Rapidly trying to end this discussion, I finish with a muttered ďmom-Iím-sorry-and-Iíll-be-home-soon.Ē
    12:48 AM: Knowing this to be an all to familiar occurrence, Keegan catches my eye, and we canít help but giggle. We fulfilled our desire for freedom for the night, and therefore, accomplishing our goal.

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      That was a good night.

    The lake was cold, the sky was cold, the ground was cold, my jacket's zipper was cold, my hands and feet and cheeks and ears were cold.

    I remember we lay close on the warm hood of the car, propped up at an angle to view the stars with ease.

    It was slightly uncomfortable.

    I missed someone, I want to say Kristina, but as weird as it sounds, I'm not sure.

    I remember my attention being constantly brought to the tree directly ahead of us, and the power lines overhead, that were inconveniencing my view with their position... I remember I watched for airplanes.

    I felt bad for you when your mom called.

    I recall that lying inside the car listening to Death Cab was more peaceful somehow... There wasn't so much to look at, and it was more... comfortable.

    But the stars were wonderful just the same.

    And harder to get a good look at anytime but a December night out here in Bonney Lake.

    I'm glad we always have the coolest hangout spots.

    | Posted on 2006-02-22 00:00:00 | by Sheakhan | [ Reply to This ]

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