Tommy's Story...~*Got Bubbles?*~

Hey everyone!! I just wrote a paper for English on my brother. We had to start our story with the line "I saw him/her from across the room..." And well, I thought I'd share it all with you...cause I'm bored half outta my mind n cant sleep. hehehe I didn't want to post it in "Strictly Fiction" cause it's a true story. I just want to know what you all think of it. Any and all feedback is greatly appreciated!

~*Tommy's Story...*~

I saw him from across the room, through the plate glass window on the big, metal, security door and through another layer of plate class, where he sat with the phone to his ear. I waved at him with my right hand as my left wiped away a tear that had dripped off my bottom layer of my eyelashes and onto my cheek. My mom, sitting on the other side of the plate glass, smiled and wiped a tear off her cheek as well as she talked into the phone. I couldn’t hear what she was saying, thanks to the big, metal, security door, with the plate glass window that I was looking through.

“Will you sit down? The guard is going to get mad. Your not suppose to be over there.” My dad annoyingly said.

“I haven’t seen him in over two months dad! Geez, just chill.” I said as I walked away from the big door with the window on it and sat down in one of the waiting rooms plastic chairs that creaked like a stair on the front porch of a haunted house.

“There is nothing we can do, Sarah.”

“I know. But not being able to see my oldest brother, close up, without plate glass windows dividing us, without talking over the phone or seeing him in a court room, where I can’t even touch him, is killing me, dad!” I said as I looked down, avoiding the look he was sending my way for calling Tommy, my “oldest brother” instead of “Tommy”.

“I know. But he needs to be here.” My dad said sighing, as if he didn’t want to hear what I had to say.

“Yeah well, you know what I need? MY OLDEST BROTHER HOME! That’s what I need!” I said in a very angry tone as tears rolled down my cheeks and onto my shirt.

My mom soon broke into the conversation saying, “It’s your turn. I’ll sit with Sarah.” as she stood in the doorway of the big, metal, security door with the plate glass window on it.

As my mom and I sat silently in the waiting room, filled with squeaky haunted house chairs, I stood up and walked over to the big door with the window again. I saw my dad looking at my brother through the plate glass that divided him from Tommy and holding the phone to his ear, not talking, just sitting there. He had this mysterious look on his face. He didn’t look upset, or as if he was crying, but yet he was smiling and laughing! Something I hadn’t seen him do since Tommy left two long months ago.

As I sat back down, I began to daydream, like a student does in the middle of a boring History or Math class. My brain kept re-running the day Tommy left, over and over again. The police at the front door, Tommy laughing, my dad shaking hands with a familiar police officer, me clinching my arms around my dad as they drove away with Tommy. The pictures flashed one after another in my head. It was as if I was dreaming a nightmare all over again, except this time, it wasn’t a nightmare. It was reality, and I wasn’t ready to accept that.

“Sarah? Sarah, come on. We’re leaving. Sarah? Hello!” My mom said as her and my dad stood at the exit of the “Juvenile Detention Center-Visiting Center” doors.

“Oh yeah, sorry. I’m coming.” I said shaking the images of my brother out of my head and walking to another big, metal, security door. But this time, there was no window, like the one I had peered through to wave to my brother and see him sign “I Love You” to me, seconds before my dad yelled at me to sit down.

I will never forget that day…the day I saw him from across the room…



Thanx for reading everyone!!---Got Bubbles?

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