Cry Me a Waterfall, E.A. McGrath [rm book recommendations .txt] 📗

guess come back
Take a step away from the truths you know
Stars will always shine and you will never be alone.
The birds will always sing and you will never be alone.
The stars will always shine and you will never be alone.

I cried as sung to myself the beautiful and sad melody that ran through my head until I fell into a deep slumber.
I awoke with a jolt and realized it was a sunny day out. I thought of my dog. How her golden fur seemed to become like a golden river in the sun. I looked at myself in the mirror across the room. I had huge black balls under my eyes. My hair was a mess, and my eyes were red. My face was as white as paper instead of its normal whitish-tan complexion. I never did look as tan as the other girls out here in California. If I tried to get a tan in the sun I got like a tomato instead. I sighed in pity for myself.
That morning I had eggs which reminded me of Green Eggs and Ham because my eggs looked green. I skipped breakfast. Lunch came, didn’t eat lunch either. Dinner came around and this food actually looked appetizing, thank God. I devowered it like it was the first meal I had in months.
Around a week later they released me from the hospital and I was able to go home. Lily was in a coma or dead. They didn’t know. It was kind of pathetic on how they think they can keep something from me that long, I literally had to attack a student nurse for the info. I grabbed her by the neck and kind of told her I knew where she lived and that if she didn’t tell me right then and there that I also own a gun. What, I was going bonkers in that place! She said it was coma and then she called for security. "Oops?" was my excuse for the security people.
Once back at my house I was greeted by a hole swarm of people outside and once I was through the door Sunny was there ready to jump. ''Hey baby!" I said while scratching Sunny's head. I then quickly scurried upstairs to my room. Once inside of it I plopped onto my bed. Doing so mussed up my hair which was already disgraceful. I hopped in my shower quickly, got changed and ran downstairs. I found around twenty bouquets of flowers on our island and around ten more in the family room. My dad offered me Macdonald's but I declined.
Twenty-four hours later I woke up to Call Me Maybe due to the fact that I never turned off my alarm clock. I waved my arm in the air searching for the Snooze button but ended up knocking my iHome onto the floor. Ten minutes later it stopped.
I did my usual morning routine.
Step 1- Look desperately in my closet for something not meant for a five year old.
Step 2- Once finding the clothing item put it on quickly and swiftly in case Lily barged in
Step 3- Bush teeth, wash face, put on heavenly zit cream, and comb my hair
Step 4-Wobble downstairs and eat a pop-tart.
Step 6- Check phone.

Once I did step six I remembered one step was missing. I skipped step five, which was walk Lily to the bus stop. I started to cry, again. It seemed like we have been apart for ten-years. I wondered how she was. What was heaven like? If she was still alive, what was she dreaming about? I checked the mailbox and found a strange letter.

165 West Ln. Avenue
Los Angeles C.A.
323

To: Ronnie Allong
From: Harvard University

I decided to not show the letter to Hennery, due to the fact that he would probably go ballistic. I quickly slid it under my shirt and rushed back inside not bothering with the other catalogs, bills and letters.
Once back inside Hennery trampled me with questions, most of which I had no comment on but then I heard one that caught my attention. "What were you dreaming about last night kiddo?" "Uh?" I said unsure of what Hennery meant. "Did you have a nightmare?" "Not that I remember." I lied. "Then why were you screaming?" he asked.


~To Be Continued


ABOUT THE AUTHOR


I started writing when I was nine
years old. My Uncle Ed DeLong is an author as well and because of him I now write. I try to do books on what could happen whether in the past, this era, or the next. Some of my books are not possible like The Woods. Most of my inspiration comes from what I see happen to people and sometimes I do base my characters after friendsacquaintances. I was twelve years of age when I wrote Cry Me a Waterfall and The Woods. I was working on both novels at the same time. I always look for challenging subjects to write on. I am still writing today and in hopes that the readers of my novels thoroughly enjoy them.
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Editing: Lauren Thompson
Publication Date: 04-19-2012

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