KelseyandAyana

Dear Ms. Suber, were using the first story. :)

It is true, a life is destroyed to make way for another. It is the superior beings way of trying to fix the issue of overpopulation. I guess I understand this, but I wish he had just chosen someone else. Someone that isn’t me. It started out as a simple glance between a Southern caramel colored girl with spice red hair, freckles, and a gap and a curly-haired and olive skinned Italian boy with sweet eyes that softly slid into my soul becoming a part of his, Giovanni Santo. Then late into the night, he whispered to me “Camryn, I prayed for you before I even knew you. God answered and there you were, I feel you even when you’re not there, and with you I can actually recognize a heartbeat through my chest.” I kissed him. He laid me down and uprooted a flower from my field. I wanted this, and I was ready for that night, but I wasn’t ready for the pregnant belly that I had to wake up to every morning, saying to myself, “That one night turned into this.” I was seventeen and as confused as I was about life right now, I knew how my life was going to be. This upset me, because I knew I had made everything hard on myself. I knew my fun was over. I saw dawns where I would be exhausted from fixing baby formula, studying for a big test, and filling out applications for both college and a job. I wasn’t worried about Giovanni being a father, I was worried that I ruined his life. The unsure maps we both laid out for our lives involved each other, graduation and college. Obviously, we came across a big detour that said in big red letters “B-A-B-Y”. I guess that’s why it’s an unsure map. I saw our lives disintegrating, each day lay grainy and rode the wind, if I didn’t, well, if we didn’t, take the wheel and continue to drive on. Through this storm and bad traffic. I was determined to get there, to my destination with Giovanni, me and our baby all buckled in.

Susan grabbed her bag and ran out the door. She drove to the airport quietly, and a tear slid down her rosy cheek, taking makeup as it went. Susan grabbed her bags and quickly walked through the misty rain to the terminal. Susan was a fairly tall woman, about five-six or seven, and was very slender. Susan had just left her second husband, and was on her way back home to her mother’s house. She sat quietly as she waited to board. She thought about how she could have been so bad to deserve the punishment of two failed marriages. “Flight 201-Charleston, now boarding”, the flight attendant mumbled as the microphone garbled his words. She got on the plane and quickly found her seat. Lucky for her, it was window seat, so nobody would see the tears she was likely to shed. The flight was about 3 hours long, so she had plenty of time to think. She thought about how she could mess up twice, and if she would ever be able to love again. Susan thought back to her first love, and how she had really, really loved that boy. Susan, of course, had messed up that relationship as well, and she missed it greatly. When Susan got home, she would have to give that boy a call.