From the Mauser Collection

In July and August 2006, fourteen talented teenagers came together to study the craft of essay writing at a "nerd camp" in upstate New York. This is our blog. Bow.

Saturday, August 05, 2006

Final Farewell.

CTY story I wrote last night.

Final Farewell
Tears prickle my eyes as I wave to my friend one last time. After delaying for several hours the time has finally come. My voice is caught in my throat as I embrace my friend for what would be the last time in quite a while. We finally pull apart and slowly begin to walk away. This time I don't run after her or call out as she turns. My eyebrows draw together as I try my hardest not to cry and when I manage to get out the word goodbye she already a few feet away and my voice is high and strained. Little puddles of liquid form at the corners of my eye and on my bottom eyelid as I fight for some control over my emotions.
She waves her final farewell and we both head out separate ways, though I keep looking back. 'Maine,' I think to myself, 'That's too long, we won't see each other that much.' But thinking of how unlikely it was that we would see each other again is not helping. I take off my glasses so I can wipe away any tears that might have escaped. Everyone is leaving and as I repeat that final farewell more and more times I tears become harder to stop.
Finally, I am the one leaving. I walk away with a heavy heart, watery eyes, my head resting on my mom's shoulder and my arm draped over her shoulder. By the time we reach the car, small rivers are coursing freely down my face. I buckle myself in, curl up into a little ball and plant my head on the window. I stare longingly at the Siena College Campus as we slowly pull away. I say goodbye, with my hands up against the window, to the little piece of heaven that I am being torn away from.

I love you all!!!!

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