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Topic: Write something in the YOUNG ADULT or TEEN genre (06/07/07)
TITLE: Only The Beginning
By Rita Garcia
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“Having a problem?”
She turned and looked into the most incredible brown eyes.
“I…I can’t get this locker open.”
“Let me try, I’m David. You’re the new minister’s daughter, right?”
“That’s me, I’m Lindsay.”
“These locks are always sticking. Where’s your first class?”
“According to my schedule it’s…room…201.”
“Miss Rose – she’s a cool teacher.”
<i>Canyon Lake might not be so bad after all. </i>
Much to her surprise, she gravitated to the pace of small town life; the afternoons were still warm enough for a swim. The feel of the sun with the soft breeze off the water was hypnotic.
“Hey, sleeping beauty, mind some company?” David said, dropping down onto the warm sand.
She felt the shyness cover her like a shroud. <i>This is silly, why is this any different than talking to him at school?</i>
“I wonder how you’d feel about going to the homecoming dance.”
“Well…yeah, that’s…what I had in mind.”
“I’m sorry, I…I’d like that,”
Lindsay floated home, feeling like she was walking on one of the fluffy clouds in the September sky.
“How was school?”
You’ll never believe it Mom. David asked me to homecoming.” Lindsay twirled around the room.
“You’d think he ask you to marry him.”
“It could happen.”
“Hmmm, let’s stick with homecoming.”
Following a flurry of preparations the big moment seemed to sneak in when she wasn’t looking. <i>Why all the butterflies in my stomach?</i>Her hand brushed across the silky blue of her dress, touching the delicate flowers stitched into the fabric. She glanced in the mirror as she heard the chime of the bell.
Gliding down the stairs her skirt moved ever so gently. Her father looked up. She saw his eyes water, and placed a kiss on his cheek.
“I’ll get it,” said her mom, wiping her hands on her apron. “Come in David.”
“Hello Mrs. Phillips, Pastor Jim.” seeing Lindsay he did a double take. “Wow, you look sensational.”
“We won’t be late.” She took David’s arm and waltzed out the door.
Decorations were even hung outside the gymnasium. The band was in full swing as they entered the room. David guided her toward the dance floor.
“Okay, the big moment, homecoming King and Queen, everybody ready?” Mr. Kirk, the school principal, looked down at the cards. “Homecoming King, David Stevens.” The shouts and applause was ear shattering. “David take the hand of your Queen, Marcy Dalton.”
Lindsay felt the tears burning. She’d never expected to be chosen, it just had never occurred to her that David would. She watched as David and Marcy twirled around the floor. She knew from the gossip-chain that Marcy liked David, a lot. She slipped from the room.
The next few days she avoided David and refused his phone calls. Mostly, she sulked in her room. <i> I wish we would have never moved here, I hate it. </i>
“I don’t want to talk to anyone.”
“It’s Marcy, you can’t keep avoiding people.”
“Hi,” Lindsay mumbled.
“I know I’m the last person you want to talk to. Please, listen. I did go the Homecoming Dance without an escort. I knew we were the two most likely to be crowned. I hoped it would make David would realize we belong together. It didn’t happen, David was upset, he threw down his crown and left. If I had someone that crazy about me I sure wouldn’t be giving him the silent treatment, he doesn’t deserve it Lindsay.”
“I’m confused, I feel like I don’t belong here. I can’t believe your calling, being a friend, after what I did. I guess I messed up.” Lindsay wiped at her tears.
“You had me pegged right. It back fired. I can’t standby and watch you and David be miserable.”
Lindsay called David, they agreed to talk.
Hand-in-hand, they walked around the lake. David placed his jacket around her shoulders. Without warning the sky turned an ominous black and opened up with a down pour of rain,
“I think I better get you home, we are both soaked,” he said.
“I think we have something you can change into, and I’ll make us some hot coco.” She pulled her long wet strands to one side and smiled.
“If your offer includes marshmallows, it’s a deal.”
And this was only the beginning.
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