The Waiting Room

     I sink into a chair and stare at the clock, waiting to hear the news of my grandma’s accident. The white walls and foul floors seem to be moving in a wobbly motion. Everyone their for her is crying except for me I feel I need to be strong for them, to show that everything will be alright. Even though deep down I have a awful feeling that makes the blood in my head pump so hard it might explode. All you can hear is the phones ringing and the odd pa announcement which didn’t help with this awkward silence. I didn’t mind nobody talking though I could just think; think of what I and my grandma will do when she gets out because she just has to be okay. I can smell my sister’s fries and chicken strips from across the room, I’m so hungry I could vomit but the last thing on my mind is food. I hear a squeaky pair of shoes coming down the hall; everyone looks at once at a doctor that can't even look into my eyes. He say, you may want to take a seat. Shacking, stuttering, sluking, I walk out; I can't spend one more minute in that hospital.

Gillian Kennedy
309 Spruce Ave
Penticton, B.C.
V0H 1K0

 April 2, 2014

Inspector Clouseau
Chief of Police
123 Rue Justice
Paris, France
1A2 R3T

Dear Inspector Clouseau:

I was in a very sticky situation as you already know but I choose to save the Mona Lisa. I'm sure Ada Artlover will be missed by many but she was already 92 years old. I have a great grandma that age and she can barley walk on her own and doesn’t have much time left. It would have been nice for her family to have said goodbye but really being that old she could have died any minute as it was. The experience of being in a burning building probably would have given her a heart attack or the smoke would be too hard on her lungs. She most likely would have passed away from that right after. At least she was in a beautiful place surrounded by what she loves.

            Ada Artlover is not my family, is not my responsibility and is not on my conscious. If she could be at that museum by herself she should be able to get out herself. Her wheel chair could probably go as fast as me trying to run with a painting.

            The Mona Lisa is priceless. We all know if they both had gone down with the fire that the head line of the news paper would be the Mona Lisa not Ada Artlover. I’m not saying its right but it’s true. How can you compare a life that’s almost over to a priceless painting that will literally be around until the end of time.  

              

 Sincerely,

Gillian Kennedy

Bluffing

                                                      

Bandages cover Liam’s face as he looks up at Gabriella from the hospital bed. He tells her that he only ran away from the bear so it would “come after [him] instead of [her].” Nodding he head she knows she has enough “bluffing left in her” to get herself throw the day. In Gail Helgason’s short story Bluffing Laim, Gabriella’s boyfriend gets attacked by a grizzle bear. The question is if he is a hero or a coward for running from the bear leaving Gabriella stranded face to face with a grizzle. Liam and Gabriella are not in love, all he ever talks about is how he wants to leave for “three months…[to] Yosemite” or even new Mexico without Gabriella. They would get in fights that ended in Gabriella “grabbing her pack back” and strutting “as fast as she [can]” away. When they were face to face with the grizzle bear “every cell in Gabriella’s body yearned to turn and flee” but her “inner force held her” there; Liam listening to his inner force turned and ran to save himself. In a situation like that nobody would have time or the metal strength to make a decision like he said he did to save her. Always “staying in the lead” Liam doesn’t even walk with Gabriella, coming across as extremely narcissistic.  Liam loves himself and the outdoors ten times more then he will ever love Gabriella and that is why he's a coward just trying to save himself.

Aging Cities

 

On the dusty streets surrounded by timeless buildings sat an ancient lady. Music filled the air along with the puffy grey smoke from her cigar. A slim straggly black cat lay next to her. Tourists walking by are intrigued by her saggy dark skin and old style white flowing dress. With the untouched buildings as her back drop she truly brought you back to the 40’s. A posed smile covered her face as children ask to have photos taken with her. Little did they know their spare change will be feeding her tonight. She grew up with nothing, to this day still has nothing but the clothes on her back and a cigar at hand. Nevertheless she is the happiest one there, nobody knows why but everyone can see it. The hot sun beats down on to the sweaty backs of grumpy tourists rushing by until they see her and stop to take a second looked. Her hair is the texture of dry hay, covered by a ratty old hat. Her white skirt is brown and grimy like the ground she sits on. When you first see her you’re a little frightened, until you realize her beauty matches this aging city.  

6:00am

     6:00am wake up call on a Saturday morning. Stepping onto the green, flawlessly cut soccer pitch, the early morning duo is still clinging to the grass. That is where you’ll find Gillian Kenney. Rain clouds are rolling in but that doesn’t even slow her down. The only thing in her mind is defending the net, team mates and that is how she likes it.
      Friends and family play a very significant roll in her life, sometimes you can’t tell from her shy and reserved personality but they all know it. At least 5 feet and 4 inches tall, she is a squished, exact copy of her grandma. Many would say Gillian's grandma is her idol for good reason too. She hopes one day to be able to have a lovely family and big house just as just like her.
     Always trying to exceed at school but never having time for homework because all she craves to do is run. If she didn’t get tired that’s what she would do her entire life. Music booming in her ear’s, along with the crisp outdoors allowing her to clear her mind from all the over flowing thought and gloomy energy.