She’s a Dreamer – Creative Writing

I glanced all over my shoulder and mat a presence lurking, looming behind me. I sniffed and for that angiotensin-converting enzyme moment my worries flew away. Candy floss. It smelt of a sweet, soft, sugary treat that my siss and I only received on special occasions. I h spindled a swear discussion and turned a more or less to find a collection of tough boys behind me, they were speaking in low, deep, gruff voices. I listened in, making sure as shooting I wasnt cosmos too obvious. They were chatting ab off the new roller coaster present(predicate) at the theme park. The terrifying ride was called The Evaporator it lasted only seconds however it went up, tear, summit down and all around.I glanced up nonicing the bloody red character hovering above a crowd of impartial children and teenagers with a few adults among them. Should I risk going on a roller coaster for the jump prison term in my life, with come on my mother by my side or should the public around me, mostl y consisting of my high school peers, witness me going on the babyish rides with my sisters? I shook my steer at the thoughts trekking with my mind and through the corner of my right eye axiom my lesser sister, Lucy almost interpretation my mind and shaking her head and grievous me No, No. only when something was telling me the oppo seate Yes, Yes. I nodded my head with come in any hesitation and I adage the upset on her face.She stomped her feet in protest and I dropped her clutching hand from mine. She glanced at me, her older sister not doing as the little nonpareil says, and teardrops dribbled down her cheeks falling of the end of her chin. I had to make this accomplishment, for me. If I had got to the age of 50 and comfort not boarded a roller coaster carriage then I would be so disappointed and angry with myself. My older sister smiled, a smile aimed in my direction and wiped little Lucys eye with a rough, parkland paper towel she had in her rucksack.I smiled back simply it presently disappeared. I stepped under the sign and took a deep confidential information as I joined the queue. As we were herded in advance wish cattle I thought approximately my life and what point in life I was at. I glanced over my shoulder again and it impinge onmed my life was passing by. I was the rollercoaster. I was going up, down and all around. I saw the acquit of my sister, Lucy, then the birth of my boylikeest sibling, Emily, the divorce of my parents and finally, most recently my father outset his sentence in prison. I blinked my delicate, beautiful blue eyes and I came out of my daydream.A bloke directly behind me croaked What are you staring(a) at? I turned back around, ignoring the mans remark. As we were travelling toward the track, I clenched my fist and squeezed my eyes chuck out, for reasons unk right awayn. I took a deep lead and was spinning, spinning, spinning in circles. I heard crashes, which startled me enough for me to do it out of my trance. The crashes had happened both in my spell and in reality. The tough boys I was eavesdropping on earlier were denting the sign advertising the rollercoaster. My focus was drawn to the word evaporator, the word that had remained undented.It was to do with the word evaporate, I knew that, only if I was puzzled at the unusualness of the name. There was unspoilt a extensive group of s change surface in front of me, and then it was my turn I pondered, as I shuffled forward, nearly suffocating the male in front. They were all being loaded on, trey per aisle, as I noticed unmatched girl, roughly 3 years unfledgeder than me, gesture for me to come and sit on a liberal seat on her aisle. I shook my head, delaying my turn on The Evaporator. yet as I did so, I instantly changed my mind, valueing it was better to give rise it over and done with. merely my reaction was too late. A phallus of provide was already ushering for any twos. I had staggered my turn for just a f ew more minutes. The carriage noisily started, sped up and disappeared round the corner. I heard screams of happiness and then they were gone. It was finally my turn as a carriage juttered to a halt and a mixed crowd departed, smiled and laughed to apiece other as they were shown to the photo pick up point. I was piled on with e rattlingbody else but when we all had boarded thither were calm down two empty set in my aisle. Any twos, any twos was starting to get annoying.A large man and his girlfriend I assume squeezed former(prenominal) the threes, fours, fives and sixes. They were assisting very smug and ecstatic active skipping part of the queue. The large man who I christened the elephant instantly plumped himself down next to me, nudging me as he struggled to fit. Are you insane girl, are you, girl, girl, are you, are you? It took a lot of effort but I managed to pull a fake smile and blocked out the distant memory of pappa shouting Girls at my sisters and I. The eleph ant gave a colossal grin and I wasnt too glad at the smell of his breath hitting my face every time the braid blowed.We jerked slowly forward and I grabbed the harness in panic, he noticed my anxiety and squeezed my forking in a flirty way. I screamed inside at the thought of this perchance 30-year old man squeezing a 13-year-olds leg. His girlfriend was even there. He apologised though I knew he didnt mean it. After we had sped up and were experiencing the ups, downs, height downs and all arounds I turned to my right to port at him hoping the wind wasnt in my direction or his mouth was near me. But he had miraculously disappeared. I blinked thinking my mind was playing tricks on me. But no. He must turn overThoughts rushed through my head and the only logical one was hed FALLEN out. But thinking profound enough about it even that wasnt logical. How would he have fallen out? And wouldnt I have heard something? Was he dead? Or was I dead? Spooky thoughts were pickings over my mind. I turned to my right, historical the empty seat and the elephants girlfriend looked at me. She didnt protrude the emptiness of our aisle to start with but then the empty seat caught her eye. I result never forget the look on that ladys face. It was horrific. Horror and fear must have been rushing through her at 1000 miles per hour at least.The things in the background were completely blanked out as I matt-up one hundred different emotions for this lady. Id never felt that way, not even when my father had left me. I tried focusing on a different thought, a blissful thought, so I turned round trying to see the three behind us. I strained my love and was in agony when I finally saw the one, not three bodies in the aisle behind. I blinked. My eyes needed a silicon chip up they were sightedness weird, freaky, abnormal things. But however many propagation I blinked there was still the sight of a young innocent girl crying. Tears pouring, rushing down her face.I knew that there was someone at least one more person on that aisle. It was a man, maybe her dad, I thought as the ride progressed. I shut my eyes and wished that that ride would end immediately. The roller coaster drew to an end and I had done it, without my mother by my side. This was a wonderful accomplishment and how my sister would be proud. Little Lucy would be so joyful and pleased her favourite sister was back. Mel, oh how Mel would be so proud for many reasons. She would be cernuous and amazed. Emily, Emily would see no difference in the world, just that everyone was bright.When a toddlers family is happy they are happy. Is that right? I think I read it in a book once. As the carriage was getting long-playing and slower a couple of questions came to my attention. Id never missed dad, why hadnt I? Mel and little Lucy had, but why not me? I suppose there was an solve to one of the questions. Melanie, being the oldest at 15 would have the clearest and most happy memories of dad. S hed never thought bad thoughts or if she had then shed never shown them. She was effective at covering her emotions and at the right time and the right turn up she was good at showing her emotions.But little Lucy she had only been 4 at the time, but I suppose at four you do remember. Those four years of little Lucys life had probably been the worst. Full of shun memories of dad, times without a good father figure and long distances amidst them. Its not good that what Lucy remembers is mostly bad or little about dad she will immediately hate dad or not recognise him if she ever sees him again. That would be awful. I am pleased I have at least some positive memories. I stepped out the carriage and grabbed my bag not noticing how freakily quiet the area was.I ran to the burger cadence where Mel had told me theyd be. I looked around squinting and s arsening the area. The vision of them not being there will be forever with me. No one was about. I walked up to the kiosk planning to ask a member of staff if theyd seen my sisters. But there was no member of staff. I was scared where was everyone, there was no one about and I was upset why would my sisters moderate me with no explanation? I looked and looked for maybe three hours not seeing one person anywhere. I hadnt been brave enough to go and look outside the park so Id completely and purposely not walked past the render.As I was walking I felt a sharp, ear piercing holler coming from not a person but from inside me. Id never felt a similar sensation in front. The screaming was of fear and there was a voice a high verbalize voice that was saying Theres something freaky, something real freaky going on here. As I tried to block out the piercing sound I had a terrifying, terrific, torturing thought that stunned me. Why would I think of such a thing? But that thought went away convey goodness And I thought happier and more realistic thoughts from that point on.Maybe, Id just been queuing for hours and th e park had shut, my sisters would be waiting just outside the gates for me. I wandered the short distance towards the park gates and was surprised to see the gates wide open. I shrugged to myself and nervously walked through the gates not taking into account the sign that said Saturdays Open 24 hours. The screaming of fear inside me had started yet again. As I turned my head, on the look out, my eyes swivelled trying to see through the darkness of that winter Saturday afternoon and the darkness and gloominess of the situation.I spotted an empty bench, which I persuaded myself to sit on. After I had sat down I had a emergent rush of tiredness and as it got the better of me my head hit the cold, hard, wet, embrown surface. I had one clear and one more vivid dream. ane I understood yet the other was very irregular. Firstly it was my dad he was in his favourite outfit holding hands with Lucy and Melanie. Emily was wearily bumping on his back as he walked towards me. Every one of th em had a finger or hand outstretched, stretched in my direction. Each and every one of them was saying my name, over and over.The girls were wearing pyjamas and they were all the age they were when dad went. I was walking towards them but they were getting further away. It wasnt right. It was upsetting, distressing and brought back memories. horrid memories. No one was smiling anymore. As I came out of that noble dream, another started almost immediately. I was on the same bench but I was sitting bolt upright and I was kind of like a robot. A mickle came and it was full. Some of the people on the mound I recognised from the theme park like the elephant from earlier and the young girls dad who was on the carriage behind me.Finally I saw my sisters, Emily, little Lucy and Mel. I suddenly opened my eyes, bringing the dream to an end. But it hadnt. The bus was still there, in front of my very eyes feeling beautiful and shiny and not bus-like at all. I could still see some of the pe ople I recognised from the theme park, the elephant from earlier was the young girls dad was Mel, little Lucy and Emily all smiling and gesturing for me to board the bus. I felt a sensation, almost an urge to get on that bus and I started moving quite quickly towards the bus.Just before I was ushered up the steps of the bus I caught a glimpse at where the bus was going and I was shocked to see it was going to Heaven Im now an angel in heaven along with my sisters. I still dont unfeignedly know what happened that day, I came to the conclusion that we must have just collapsed and the inviolate roller coaster journey was my imagination. Its just a guess though. My mother is still alive and shes starting another family, but I know she misses us. She goes to our grave every other day and puts fresh flowers each time. My father is still in prison. He has another two years to go.My mother visited him for the first time with the bad news that we have passed away, three sisters died in o ne day. I couldnt bear look at his reactions, I could have easily. Angels can float, can fly, can go anywhere they want and can see anyone they want, its an easy life for an angel. My dads reaction could have even been a happy one, who knows. Only mum. If I could have done two things differently before I died I would have said my goodbyes, even though Im here in heaven with my sisters its my other relatives and friends that I wish that I could have said goodbye too.I would have also died more peacefully and I a way that I knew what was happening. Like dying in your sleep. Like Nana did. Emily is 3 now, little Lucy whose not so little anymore, is 9 and finally Mel is 21. Im 16 and boy, times flied Im having a wonderful time with my sisters. Ive rightfully got to know them again. Emily and little Lucy always tell me their dreams. Thats the funny thing about heaven, you never forget, anything. Not even your dreams.