Saturday, September 8, 2012

Summers in Adye (part 1) rough draft

Corbin was so tired, he could barely think clearly. He just wanted to turn back and go home, but he knew Sarah was persistent.
 “Sarah, I don’t think we should be out here right now, its past eleven o’clock, and I have to work tomorrow morning.”
 ‘Ok so if we take a right here then…’
 “SARAH ELIZABETH DAY WILL YOU STOP!”
 Sarah had been so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she forgotten all about Corbin. He looked quite upset, she could tell from his practically demonic stare.
“Corbin please, I promise this is the last time.”
Corbin knew very well this would not be the last night Sarah climbed through his bedroom window and dragged him on some outrageous adventure. However, summer would be over in four weeks, which meant that school would begin. School never went well for Sarah. She was taunted and teased because of how different she was. It had been that way since she had moved there eight years ago in late July, after her mother’s death. Corbin’s elder brother, David, left that same summer for England to pursue his golfing career. David was more than just a brother to Corbin, he was his best friend, and no one else could understand Corbin except David. So that Summer Corbin, at the age of ten, fell into a depression that worried his parents. He would lock himself in his room, hardly spoke, and refused to interact with the outside world. In a desperate attempt to save their son, Mr. and Mrs. Summers coerced Corbin to volunteer at the library in town. Mr. Day had recently been hired as the librarian of the local, but neglected, library. Corbin at first didn’t want to work at the library, but no one ever ventured there, so it was almost like being alone in his room. However, Mr. Day’s daughter Sarah came to the library everyday and almost always checked out a book.  One day, he saw her reaching for a book she couldn’t reach. He would have helped her, but there was a step stool not too far from her and he was sure she would see it there. However, when looked at her next she had, not very neatly, stacked six or seven books on top of each other and was standing on top of them, with one foot in the air, and reaching with all her might for the book. It was obvious to Corbin that the books weren’t going to hold her for much longer. He ran from behind the counter and dashed down the isle of books, where she had just lost balanced. He got there just in time to, not so gracefully, catch her.  He would never forget the first of many smiles she gave him, nor her excuse as to why she didn’t use the step stool. According to her, the step stool had been rude to her earlier. He could tell that she was different from everybody, besides the fact that she talked to inanimate objects. She dressed unlike any of the girls in town. While the other girls were in dresses and skirts and worrying about which lip gloss to wear, she wore blue jeans, over sized sweatshirts, and sported books like the other girls wore purses. Despite Sarah’s uniqueness, Corbin found himself best friends with her in what seemed to be a matter of days. Once they started school, people rejected and teased her and told her she was ugly. Although Sarah never said anything about it, Corbin knew it bothered her. He was always able to read her like she read all those books in the library.
 So as the wind blew forcefully between them, Corbin couldn’t help but feel bad for her, but he also knew he was going to regret his next few words,
“Fine, but you are taking the blame if we get caught”.
Sarah practically screamed, “I promise! Cross my heart, hope to live, stick a needle in your eye”
“Sarah that’s not how it goes, it’s ‘hope to die, stick a needle in my eye’” Corbin retorted, as they started walking to their destination. As Corbin thought about it, she never told him where they were headed.
“I know, but why on earth would I want to stick a needle in my eye? I would much rather stick it in yours, and I thought you wanted us to come out alive after this adventure?”, Sarah said smiling and giggling. This statement, although said jokingly, scared Corbin.
“Sarah where is tonight’s adventure?”
 She thought about it as she took a sharp right turn at the end of the street, throwing Corbin off.  He had to jog quickly to catch back to her.
“Well to be honest I haven’t a clue. I happened upon this interesting book the other day and in it this man talks about this amazing place!” she explains as she held up a dreadfully old, small, leather bound book.
Corbin’s head began to ache because he knew this was going to be like the last time she “hadn’t a clue, but happened upon this book,” which ended with them in another city and covered in poison ivy. The anguish was written all over his face.  

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