Hold on to Him
Chapter Three
Joey and I kicked the snow as we walked down the street. “This is stupid,” he moaned.
“What’s stupid?”
“Making us go to school right after a snowstorm.”
I rolled my eyes, adjusting my backpack on my shoulder. I tried my hardest to keep my balance while walking down the icy road as cars slid past us. Without warning, my feet glided out from under me, and flew above my head, and before I could blink, I was on my back, having slipped on the ice. My backpack cushioned my fall.
From behind me, I heard someone laughing hysterically, so I whirled my head around to find Justin standing in his driveway, a bag of trash in his hands, laughing at me.
Slightly embarrassed, I stood up and dusted the snow off of my pants, and glanced up to find him walking over to me. “What are you doing out this early?” he asked me.
“School,” I mumbled, another piece of my pride ripped from me.
“Oh, oh that’s right,” he laughed, somewhat mocking me. “You’re in high school.”
I rolled my eyes and turned to walk away from him, despite the fact that I loved looking at his perfection. His tousled auburn ringlets and golden speckled eyes went hand in hand so perfectly it was sublime.
“Hey,” he hummed, grabbing my arm quickly, and I was thankful to have an excuse to look back into his eyes.
“What?” I hissed, at this point, hoping I was playing hard-to-get.
He smiled faintly, and released my wrist. “You look pretty with makeup on.”
I gasped and stepped back a little, taken aback by his compliment. “Well, thanks.”
He shook his head. “No problem.”
I waved to signal goodbye, but as I rounded the corner to the bus stop, I realized no one was there, and panicked because I realized I’d missed it.
“Sh.t,” I murmured, turning quickly and skipping back to Justin’s driveway. He was by the garage, ready to go in, and I didn’t have time to chase him. “Justin!” I called, running down the driveway after him.
“Woah!” he called as I collided with him after slipping once again on some ice. Even though the two conversations I’d had with this boy were very brief, I still loved the feeling of his arms around me more than anyone else’s. “Don’t slip again.”
I brought my face up to his, and then realized how inappropriate it was for my body to be pressed against his, so I backed away. “Sorry.”
He grinned at me. “What?”
“Can I get a ride to school?”
He laughed shortly. “What will I get out of this?”
I shrugged. “The satisfaction of knowing you helped a girl arrive to her Spanish class on time.”
He shook his head and snarled his lip. “Nah, not good enough.”
I sighed, rolled my head, and shrugged a hip with my arms crossed across my chest. “Well then what can I do for you?”
“Here’s a deal,” he offered, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Let me take you out on a date, and I’ll give you a ride.”
How do you look into the eyes of a terrified child and still have the guts to pull the trigger? That's 20 children dead. 20 futures, 20 beautiful people. 20 possible world-changes, 20 families without a child. 40 parents who have lost the most special thing in their life, who will never get to tuck their children into bed again. They'll never see them laugh, see them grow up, see them graduate. Never see them raise families of their own. Never teach them how to drive. Never watch them fall in love or get to walk them down the aisle. Never even get to say "I love you" or even get to say goodbye.
I wonder how you write an obituary for someone who has not yet lived. Someone who has not had the time to accomplish anything, and then 19 more. I wonder how the police officers can look at and identify the bodies. The little lifeless innocent children that just 2 days ago were so filled with potential. How do you do that? How do you look at them?
Rest in peace to the 20 beautiful angels who never got to see today. I don't believe in a God, but I'll pray for your families. I don't know what I'm praying to, but I'll pray for you. The streets of Connecticut will be riddled with an army of angels today.
*I don't notify, please don't ask.*
*Pray for Newtown.*