|
About the
Author |
Author’s |
||
|
12
Years Makes a Difference FREE
Romantic Fiction Online provided
by PneumaSender |
|||
|
The
Confrontation Chapter 4 "Christa,
can I talk to you a minute?" Patrick found himself asking. Christa let
go of Eric's hand, telling him she would follow soon. Then, waiting until he
had gone, she turned to Patrick and stared at him, furious. “If my parents
are asking for me, then why are you trying to keep me here?” Patrick
knew Christa. He knew this rudeness wasn't like the girl who had grown for
years under his watchful eye. She had been his close buddy and a special
friend, but now she looked like a stranger--an angry stranger. "Why
are you mad at me?" he asked quietly, and it was his only answer to her
question. Christa's gaze told him, but he insisted she articulate it. His
silence was louder than an audible "Why?" She stared, completely
unwilling to pay attention to his pain, and then finally began speaking from
her bitterness and anger. "All
night, I've been with the other youth. You saw me. I fit in, for the first
time. Tonight, for the first time, I was one of them.” She huffed and her
bangs came floating airily off of her forehead, only to land softly tousled
again. “When
Eric began paying attention, people began to notice that I exist, and all
during the party, the girls asked all about Eric and me, but there was
nothing to tell. You know that. He's been following me around for weeks and
I've ignored him. But he was my ticket to popularity, and I realized that if
I wanted to keep the girls' attention, then I needed to have some new
experience to talk about.” Patrick
became frustrated by how shallow she sounded right now, and he wanted to
shake her. Still, he listened. She was Christa. She would eventually make
sense. He had to believe that. Then,
she lowered her eyes and continued. “Do you know what that feels like to be
always on the outside? I’ve never been normal. I’m not a part of any group. My
relationship with Eric is the reason everyone's giving me a chance. He's cool
and cute, and he likes me. He wants to kiss me. So, why would I be mad at you
for embarrassing me in a big way, and maybe ruining my chances with
him?" Patrick
stood for a moment, quiet and praying silently for some way to express what
he wanted to say to her. It was hard to think. He was consumed by such a
feeling of destiny that it drowned out everything else. There was no other
way to express it. Patrick just suddenly knew that something big had
happened inside him tonight. Yet,
teenagers were so sure that their calamities were a big deal and that today’s
problems would last forever. Patrick needed a way to help her understand that
time would melt away all of these seemingly huge barriers. He thought back to
how he might have responded to that, however, and realized that he'd have to
phrase it carefully. “Christa,
you are 14 years old today. You are beautiful and smart, but high school,
with its artificial environment, keeps you from rising to the top just now.
Still, I know that your natural talents will bring you to the forefront in a
short number of years. If you will only give yourself time to grow, the
popularity will come in its own time." Realizing
by her expression that his words had meant nothing to her, he paused and
prayed again for wisdom. She stared at him angrily, emotions playing across
her features like waves. Suddenly, she laughed and said, "And how would
you know? You don't even have a girlfriend. For all I know, you've never even
kissed a girl." |
|||
|
12 Years Makes a Difference Email Me Remove the spaces when typing this email address. |
|||
http://www.oocities.org/pneumasender/12years_files/12years_ch04.html