Amazing Kids! Magazine

Clear Skies

By Lola Ashinger, age 13, Cincinnati, OH

 

“What’s going on?” I said fearfully.

In the frigid December morning, brittle-cold snowflakes reached my weary eyes. The snow glistened as the sun’s rays catch its glare. It seemed to be the perfect scene for small children laughing, playing, and even dancing with confidence that nothing could hurt them. But, this was no time for laughter.

A gray crayon colored the pastel sky. The once fluffy clouds were now nothing but smoke from a chimney. The ground lay damp with small sparkles of light. A gust of the wind danced through the sky.

I looked up with a gaze of a disappointed puppy. My mother looked down at me, holding back her tears.

“I just talked to Mrs. Anderson. The girls would like to come down.”

I felt the frightful crack in her voice dripping down my face.

“All three of them?” I said, as my breath came out with a puff of snow.

“No, just two.”

A few nights ago my mother heard some news in the early morning. I found out mid-afternoon, as she slid down the wall sobbing. Something overcame me. It grabbed me with distress – not letting go for even a second.  My best friends’ dad had just died.

A million thoughts ran through my head. What had just happened? Why me? Why them? Why my best friends? The only question that reigned true was WHY? Then, numbness reached me. Was I paralyzed? Of course not. It was something else. Something I had no control over. Fear. My heart was about to jump out of my chest.

The screeching sound of grinding tires on the pitted road reached my ears. I looked up at the bleak, saturated, unforgiving sky. The red brick shining through the worn-down wood of the once-joyful houses passed through my eyes. The once-happy thought of children, laughing and dancing, in the bitter, bone-chilling, shivery snow vanished.

The sudden jolt of car brakes awakened me from my dream-like state. We were here. I got out of the car, looked around, and eventually spotted the three despairing people. The people that I’ve grown so close to, now looking so helpless, heartbroken, and shattered all at once. I got out of the car with a scornful face as my heart dropped. I quickly darted over the broken road, the sky whistling in my ears. I embraced them into my arms, one at a time, feeling the grief of each of their thoughts.

“Do you want to come down now?” I asked, holding back my sorrowful tears.

“Sure.” Rebecca said, with a voice quiet as a mouse.

“I’ll see you guys in a little bit. Text me when you are ready,” said Mrs. Anderson.

“Okay,” Hope replied.

The ghastly silence was unbearable. Well, almost. We got out of the car, trying not to sob.

When we got inside, I asked what they wanted to do. All they said was something to occupy them. That’s when I suggested Wii. They did not care what it was, as long as it was a distraction from the agony that they were experiencing.

“Do you want anything to eat? We have spaghetti,” I tried to say with a light-hearted tone.

“Well, if it’s spaghetti,” Hope said, trying to be a little cheerful.

As I sat next to my best friend, she burst into tears, crying. This was my first time I ever experienced this. I just didn’t know what to say. All I could do was try and comfort her and let her cry on me. I talked to them for about two more hours, every once in a while secretly sneaking into the kitchen for my mother’s guidance.

After they left I still felt numb. I felt as if this was all a dream. But, unfortunately, it wasn’t. I looked out the transparent window. The sky has now opened up to a ray of bright baby blue. I stared off into it, pondering what it could mean.

Later on, I came to a conclusion that it meant hope. A new beginning. No more fear controlling me. It was more of a slight breeze rather than a strong hurricane. I realized I had just been awakened for the first time in three days.

I realized my importance to people I know. Even at that very moment I hugged them, I knew I was important to my friends. I just didn’t realize it at the time.

Whenever I see blue skies, it reminds me of the feeling I had – the feeling of importance. Whenever I see them, I still think of that day. Hope distracts herself with school and dance, never having any time to think. But Rebecca, I see often. I cherish the moments I share with her, because I know she cherishes friendship the same way I do. Just feeling like we have importance and that all we need is someone to lean on. Well, that’s all I could want.