The Blue Tree, Arnor Halldorsson [classic books for 12 year olds TXT] 📗

The sun rises from its long slumber. Along with the sun came the birds, chirping their favorite songs to the world, landing on the tree branch in front of an small house in the end of the street. Small water drops that had accumulated on the leaves from the night before ran down to the ground, only to begin their circle journey again. A new day was in the making.

A loud ring can be heard from the window. The birds scatter, only to regroup later and rejoice in their songs of exuberance.

"RIIINNNNGGGG"

"RIIINNNGGGGG"

A tired hand lands on the night desk, frantically searching for something.

"RIIINNNGGGG"

The hand bashes around, clearly frustrated.

"RIIINNNGGGG"

The hand finally finds what it searched for.

"RIIINN-"

The hand retreats into its cave of comfort.

A faint voice is heard: "Oliver! It's time to wake up!"

The voice gets louder "Oliver!"

The sound of a door is heard and the voice is now clearer than ever: "OLIVER! WAKE UP! TIME TO GO TO SCHOOL!"

Oliver puts his blanket over his head to shield himself from the words of his mother and to retreat into his own world. This short term victory was exposed when the blanket disappeared by the hands of his mother.

"Mom! I don't want to go to school!"

"Please Oliver, lets not argue about this. You promised me yesterday that if you got to watch TV for one more hour you wouldn't have any problems waking up."

"I changed my mind. I don't want to school anyways, it's stupid. All we do is stupid."

"Darling, you have to learn if you want to be successful in life."

"I don't care mom! I just want to sleep!"

"Don't you want to be a pilot when you grow up?"

"Yeah mom, but I don-"

"Then you need to go to school in order to become a pilot like your dad."

Oliver sat upright in his bed and rubbed his eyes and stared at his mom, surprised that she brought up his dad.

"Why does she keep quiet about him then all of the sudden mention him out of the blue?" Oliver thought to himself.

"I'll prepare breakfast while you take a shower. Be quick, the bus will leave in about 20 minutes."

Oliver walked to his closet apathetically and grabbed his clothes that he had picked out for his first day of high school. As he was walking out his room, he caught his reflection in the mirror and decided to stop and take a better look. He got reminded that he was not really a small boy anymore. His light brown hair was no longer short, he was no longer small; his shoulders got broader, his body gained weight and height, his voice no longer sounded like that of a child. Even his blue eyes were no longer the door to innocence, but rather a mirror to hide his true feelings.

Text: Arnor Halldorsson
Images: Arnor Halldorsson
Editing: Arnor Halldorsson
Publication Date: 08-26-2012

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