Journey into My Imagination
He climbed into the taxi, and it began to pull away, but then it stopped. He opened the door and for an instant I wondered if he had second thoughts. But he just added, “Hey Cinder?” “Yeah?” “Do me a favor and find out the truth about daddy
There wasn’t anything she couldn’t accomplish if she set her mind to it. It seemed to me though if you tried to capture her spirit or hold her too close, she would fly off into the night on a pair of gossamer wings. You couldn’t cage her or pigeonhole her. She would not stand to fall to the whim of mediocrity.
The strangest thing happened to me when I walked up the school steps that Monday morning. Some of the groups of girls stopped talking and stared at me, then the stares turned into smiles and the smiles turned into, “Hi Lucy. How are you? Sorry to hear about your loss.”
But I couldn’t sit down. My legs wouldn’t carry me from where I was standing. I knew before he said it. I knew before the words were out of his mouth.
The first day of school dawned with a bright orange sun. I looked at it mournfully. What right did that darn sun have to be cheerful on a day like this?
I watched the emotions flicker across his face, first fear, and then sadness, followed by confusion, selfishness, and anger. It was bizarre - like you were watching one of those books that had pictures on the corner and if you flipped it fast enough it would move.
find that the time has come for me to leave you. I can’t stay here any longer. I am not myself anymore; in fact, I have forgotten how to be me. You will all get along better without me, I'm sure.
Shannon McCauley - Author 