A Short Story in Segments by Sierra Hemingway
I wonder if he even remembers me. I doubt it. It’s not like he ever acknowledged my
existence anyway. But it does not matter. Not when I remember his eyes, how they warm up the
room when he smiles. Or how he is so sweet and kind, even though he has never talked to…
“Hey Kie! Hey! Wait up!”
“Oh, hey Sam. What’s up?” …and why do you need to bother me every Thursday?
“I was wondering if you were doing anything tonight. I… I wanted to know if...”
“Sam, I’m sorry but I can’t tonight, I have to study.” I know it’s not fair shutting Sam down, so often. He does not deserve it. I just really don’t have time to hang out with him, especially this weekend. I have a chemistry test next Monday, biology on Thursday, and I have to read 3 more chapters of The Lord of the Flies. Ugh, stupid boys on an island.
“Okay. Would you want to study together?” How can I tell him that if I brought him home, my parents would go crazy? They would think Sam is more than a friend, and go on and on about how amazing he is and how we would make a great couple. They would be so glad that I finally moved on from…
“Ahhh! Oof! Sorry!”
“Oh, shut up, and get off me! You idiot! You blind, no-good idiot!” Ouch! Ow, ow, ow, my ankle, and ribs! Who is this idiot that just ran into me!?! I can’t see who, but their elbow is stabbing my ribs, and I think I twisted my ankle when I fell. Ugh! Why don’t people look where they’re going?
“I am so sorry, Kiera.” Turning away from her so she wouldn’t worry, he whispered to Sam, “Go get a teacher, there’s some blood on her head and her ankle is swelling!”
Who… who was that? I recognize the voice, but couldn’t pinpoint who this monster was on me. But maybe… I mean would they help me? Sam, where did Sam go?
Turning back to Kiera, with worry in his voice: “Kiera, are you ok? Kiera, can you hear me? Please, just show me you can hear me.”
“Yes, I can hear you, but who…?” Oh crap! It was him! It was James freaking Black! Okay
Kiera, you’re okay, just breathe, and get up as fast as possible and hide. You can do this, just get
up.
“Kiera, it’s James. Can you get up?” he said, reaching his hand out to help her up, but she
just stared blankly at the ceiling.
“James? Okay, I can’t get up. It… it hurts.” Shut up Kiera! You sound like a pathetic, weak,
BABY! He does not care that you can not get up, that you are hurt! It is not his problem.
“Here, I got you! Let me just… Where is Sam with a teacher?” James said, as he scooped
up Kiera from the floor. “Is it okay if I just take you to the nurse? What all hurts? It’s okay, I got you, just breathe.”
“My head, ankle, and… and…”
“Kiera! Kiera, no, no, no, no! Wake up!”
Shoot! She must wake up! I never told her how I felt! What if... what if, I will never be able to?