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Post by norelle amanda rivers on Feb 16, 2009 19:56:51 GMT -5
 • • • • •should i give up, or should i just keepCHASING PAVEMENTS even if it leads nowhere?• • • • •The rain that pounded against the hood of the black Comet that Norelle had been driving for a little over a year. The windshield wipers went off every moment or so, even though the car stood parked in front of a rod iron gate that lead into the cemetary. Today, the weather seemed to match Norelle's mood, somber. Even though it happened twelve years earlier, the event still impacted her life today. Not many people would hold onto a memory quite as long as Norelle had. They would just forget it after the first or second year and go on with their lives, which was what she really needed to do, but it was almost impossible for her to forget. Everyone at her school knew that Norelle had lost her mother at a young age, but only a handful of people knew that she blamed herself. Every night before she went to bed, she would apologize for something that really wasn't her fault, but in Norelle's mind, it was. Her mother had died on her way to pick up Norelle from dance class all of those years ago. All did took was one red light. Just one damn red light to completely and totally turned her life upside down.
Usually, it was a day that she would spend with her father, reminicing and talking about how great a person her mother was, but not this year. Her father was out on a sailing trip which left Norelle all alone to face this day. The rain started to subside a little bit and the sun peaked out from behind a black cloud creating streams of light that made everything seem a little bit brighter. Norelle turned off her car and shoved her keys into her jean pocket. She got out the car and the rain still fell, but it was only a slight mist. Placing her hands in her jacket pockets and walked through the black, forebodding gates that seemed to guard the dead. She felt her black, Converse sneakers sink into the wet grass as she made her way to the place that she visited whenever she needed someone to listen to her problems. It was a place that she may have felt safe, but at the same time, she had come to fear it the most. Passing many beautifully crafted headstones, Norelle knew exactly where her mother was buried. The grass seemed to made a squishing sound as she took her slow steps, heading towards a large oak tree.
Taking a deep breath, Norelle stood in front of rectangle shaped headstone, made of a lavender colored marble stone. Kneeling down, Norelle rubbed her hands acrossed the name ANN RIVERS which was etched in modern script writing. A tear rolled down Norelle's face when she looked at the picture of her mother in an oval shaped frame that was mounted on the headstone. Oh how she missed her mother. She would probably give just about anything to see her again. She hoped that her mother would be proud of her, but she just didn't know anymore. She let her knees sink into the wet grass and looked up as the stream of light seemed to fade away as another dark cloud rolled into sight. She looked back down at the picture and smiled slightly. "I miss ya, Mom," she said, a little under her breath. Her smile then turned to a frown as she continued to look at the headstone. She wished that her father was there with her, like he always was. She wished that anyone was there, someone who would understand what it meant to loose someone and never want to forget. Or just anyone. Today was the one day she couldn't handle being alone.
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Post by Kristin Blake on Feb 16, 2009 21:10:57 GMT -5
Kristin was sitting in a tree in the cemetery. She didn't know why, she did remember how or when she had reached the cemetery. She just knew that she was in a tree and soaked with rain. She had forgotten her umbrella back at her aunt's house earlier that morning when she left for her morning jog. She was a little cold but she didn't want to go home. Her cousin was there and she didn't feel like dealing with her at the moment. Kristin looked around the cemetery. Nobody. She was only there because it was one of the good places to go and talk with loved ones that have passed away. The only thing was, her parents had been buried back in Los Angeles where she lived.
She finally jumped down from the tree and slipped. She landed in mud on her bottom. She huffed and groaned. "God that hurt" she hissed under her breath. She slowly got up and looked at herself. The back of her new jeans were covered in mud. "Great." she mumbled, looking up as she heard someone enter the cemetery. She recognized the young girl. Well, the girl wasn't young, she was a year older the Kristin. Her name was Norelle Rivers. Kristin had met her the summer before, in the cemetery just like now, though it wasn't raining and Kristin wasn't covered in mud.
Kristin smiled but stayed away for a few minutes. She know why Norelle was there and didn't want to interrupt. She stalked around some headstones and then stopped. She looked back at Norelle, who was now kneeling in the mud at her own mother's grave. She slowly made her way over to her... friend? "Looks like we meet again." she said, softly, hoping she hadn't startled her. She smiled, but not so much, since it was basically a sad place that they were currently in.
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Post by norelle amanda rivers on Feb 17, 2009 17:45:02 GMT -5
Still keeping a caring eye on her mother's beautifully crafted headstone, Norelle couldn't help but want to just to burst into tears. Her stomach ached of the painful guilt that plagued her on most of her sleepless nights. She wished that she could just hug her mother one more time. Just tell her how sorry she was for taking that stupid dance class and making her late to pick Norelle up from the class. It was all her fault, as much as her father tried to convince her it wasn't, she knew deep down in her heart that it was. She never really felt the guilt as bad on any other day than today. Today was the anniversery. Twelve long, hard years. Norelle had grown up so much since then. She'd become someone who wasn't really the most popular girl, but she was someone who she was proud to be, which is all she needed. She just wished that her mother could see who she had become.
Right as another tear rolled down Norelle's pale cheek, she heard someone behind her. She quickly wiped away the tear and turned around to see that it was a girl who she had met the year before, the same place they were at now. It was the summertime, sunny and warm, and it was about a week or two before the anniversery of her mother's death. Norelle had been there to pay her mother a random visit and the two just seemed to run into eachother. She didn't know her very well, but she seemed like a nice enough girl. And now, she went to Hope High, were Norelle was a cheerleader. An unlikely cheerleader at that. She remembered one person had actually asked her why she was a cheerleader because she "was the most uncheery person" he'd ever met. That didn't really bother Norelle, though, mainly because it was true. Unlike the other girls, after games, she loved to just put the top down on her Comet and speed through the back roads, blaring out either Dashboard Confessional or NOFX, whichever fit her mood.
Sending a weak smile up at the girl, who's name she thought was Kristin, but she wasn't one hundred percent sure, and nodded her head. "Sure does," she said lighly. She did notice that Kristin was covered in mud and tilted her head slightly to one side. "Can I ask why you're covered in mud?" she asked, hoping not to be too bold. After she straightened her head, she rubbed her nose a little bit, trying to hid the fact that she was tearing up only a few moments before. |
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Post by Kristin Blake on Feb 17, 2009 20:02:02 GMT -5
Kristin knew the girl was crying, but she didn't say anything. She just stood there when they girl asked why she was covered in mud. She looked down at herself again and laughed. "I jumped out of a tree and slipped in mud." she replied, "I wish I could visit my parents at their graves." she stated. She didn't know if Norelle knew that her parents were now dead, though it was a small town so something had to have leaked out, especially from her cousin.
"So, I assume today is the actual anniversary of your mother's..." she stopped herself. She didn't want to say death. She just looked at Norelle, waiting to see what she would do. Maybe she would want to hang out later, after she was done... visiting her mother's grave. Kirstin believed she would probably want to be alone for the day but she wasn't sure.
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Post by norelle amanda rivers on Feb 18, 2009 16:21:20 GMT -5
A small laugh escaped Norelle's lips when she heard Kristin's story about slipping in the mud. It probably did suck, though. The knees in Norelle's pants were the only thing wet on her and it was gross enough, so it must have been miserable for Kris to be seemingly covered in the brown, mushy substance. Norelle really had never been one to enjoy being outside for long periods of time, so when she got dirty, she had to clean it up as soon as possible. Call her OCD, but she really hated the feeling of being dirty or having any type of dirt on her. It just made her feel overall uncomfortable. Norelle's face fell into a sympathetic frown. She knew about the death of Kristin's parents, but she never really realized that she could never visit them. "I'm sorry to hear that you can't," she said with a small grin. She thought it was hard having her mother right there, but it must be even harder for having both parents somewhere out of reach.
Norelle's father had never really been around, mainly because his job took him away for months at a time. She remembered when she was younger how it pained her to come home to an empty house, but now, it really didn't bother her in the slightest bit. She was used to being alone when her father was away, so it just didn't phase her anymore. She then thought about how herself and Kristin were alike in a way, never having their parents around, but at least, when Norelle's father came home, they spent time together and it hurt Norelle to know that Kristin would never have that again with her parents both passed away.
Taking in a deep breath, Norelle let out a long sigh as she thought about how to say what she wanted to. "Yeah," she simply stated. "Twelve years." She looked quickly back at her mother's headstone and then up to the dark cloud filled sky. "It seems like it happened just yesterday, you know?" She then shook her and then hung it low. A light smile crept on her face. "Well, maybe you don't know, but you get what I'm saying," she corrected as she looked up at Kristin with the permanent pain that painted itself in her eyes.
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