Okie.... this is supposedly be a English assignment that we had to do.... The criteria is the following:
1. you had to concentrate on descriptions (I guess any kind of descriptions)
2. you had to apply an irony at the end of the story...
Personally I really liked it ^^
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Home
I was sitting in an airplane, excited and overwhelmed to be going back to where I came from. The plane was full of people—people from all over the world. Trisha, the girl sitting next to me, was also from China. Casually, we chatted from time to time. We spoke the same language; we also had the same background, thus we understood each other. She looked a little younger than I was and the two pigtails on her head brushed my face when she turned to glance out the window. It was amusing to watch her waving her arms when she would get excited about things she was talking about. She was so alike this friend whom I was so close with. The things Trisha talked about and the movements of her arms, even her pigtails truly reminded me of this friend: Cyndi. I found myself smiling even just imaging the great reunion Cyndi and I would have at the airport. Now I was really forward to landing. After another three hours talking to Trisha, the wheels of the plane had finally touched the ground.
Controlling my excitement, I exchanged phone numbers and email addresses with Trisha. Then, I eagerly picked up my luggage, and made my way to the exit of the airport, leaving my new friend behind.
There she was! Within the sea of people, I easily spotted Cyndi with her pigtails bouncing on her head. I yelled out her name, and on the second try, she turned around, I leaped on her to give her a hug. “It’s so nice to see you, again!” She said loudly so I could hear her better over the crowd. After reciting so many versions of reunion speeches in my head, suddenly I became speechless. Instead, I just kept on nodding and repeated two words as many times as I could remember—“I know…” I looked around, and was shocked at how many of my old friends came for my return. Suddenly, I felt like saying, “I’m finally home again!”
When we were finally in her car, and on our way, I kept on looking at Cyndi. I meant to ask her something the minute I saw all of my old friends, but didn’t know how. Finally, she smiled mysteriously, “He’ll be there. I promise.” I asked her where we were going. She made a zipping motion with her hand on her lips and smiled again. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion. Then turned to study the scenery we were passing by. The sidewalks were accompanied with grass on its sides now, whereas before they were dirt. The buildings seemed taller than before. The sunlight would reflect off the windows, creating a crystal web in midair. I smiled again.
“It feels so good to be back again, doesn’t it?” Cyndi asked while keeping her eyes on the road.
I nodded, “Yes. Yes, it does.”
While still studying the scenery, I began to recognize the street we were driving on. If we were to keep on going, then…
I looked at Cyndi again. But I didn’t need her answer anymore, because the familiar building came into my sight, where I first met Cyndi, others… and Tony. The Great South Elementary School.
I stepped out of the car with eyes wide open. Almost everyone who had been in my class was there. They stood in front of the school, where we would say goodbye everyday when it was time to go home. Thirty of them were in a semi-circle, but my eyes were glued on one person in the center.
I had never seen him dressed up so formal before. He was in a nice tuxedo and a tie. His black hair had grown to ear length but it was cut nicely and suited him. He was wearing an attractive grin on his face as I carefully approached him. He slowly pulled his hands out of his pockets as I continued to decrease the distance between us. Just then, I realized everybody had this smile on their faces: the same smile Cyndi gave me in the car. I stopped in front of him at a distance so close that I could hear his heartbeat. I could feel the blood flooding into the arteries under my face and my heart rate increasing. For a split second, I began to believe time was standing still.
He reached out his hand and gently lifted up my chin, “Welcome back, Lindsey.”
I could see his face getting closer; I could even feel him breathing. But I couldn’t do anything. At that moment, I saw him closing his eyes; I squeezed mine shut tight… and waited…
“Lindsey!”
Upon hearing my name, I jumped out of my seat. Still in the airplane, I heard Trisha calling me again. “After so long, it’s time for you to see your home now.” Trisha smiled at me and reached out her hand for me to shake. I, however, was still thinking about my dream.
Posted at 1/11/2006 10:48:18 pm by Dayhunter
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