EMBRACE OF MISTS by Sowmya Latha (english books to improve english .TXT) 📖

Embrace of Mists

 

 

 

 

Embrace of Mists

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hey guys..this is my first book. No idea how i wrote it... i just wanted to share with u all my small work. there will be grammer mistakes and context too might sometimes be awkward. i just want to try it. help me with ur comments as my second book is on its way.. i will never stop writing however horrible it maybe....lol. i need u my friends to check out all my works in future... thanks to u all....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MICHAEL

Jan 9TH 1999, New York

Violets are her favorite. Holding a bouquet of violets, I stared at the tombstone which carried her name ‘Carolina Michael Thompson’. The black day of Jan 9th was carved below her name. It has been two years since she had left me. I placed the violets on her grave and started walking back.

Walking down the streets, I drenched in heavy rain. The rain poured with all its might to sting me with its coldness but the pain was in my heart. Tears traced down my cheeks and fell down the road to join the water, rushing towards the gutter.

I came to the churchyard but could not bring myself to step into the church. Her memories were as strong as the downpour. I could feel her cool fingers tracing my hands.

“Mike…”

I looked up to the voice, only to see Father Richard Matthew standing in front of me. I dint want to respond.

“Michael…what is it, that has brought you here?”He asked.

I dint respond still.

“Is it about Lina?” he pushed me further. I had to respond now.

“Yes, Father”

“Please don’t hurt yourself Mike. It’s over. God has her in His hands”. The concern in his was too much for me to bear. I wanted to get away from him as far as possible.

“Father, I got to go now. I will meet you some other time” I said.

“See you soon son. May God be with you…I miss Lina too”.

I really had to go.

CAROLINA

May 1996, Bern

“Mom, I got to go. I have packed your lunch in the fridge. Hope you enjoy the cold meat and veggies. Ring me in case of emergency. See you.” I called out to my mother.

“Yes darling. You be careful and don’t forget my weekly dear” She reminded me.

“Sure mom”. I stepped out and started walking towards the bus stop. The sky was bright and clear unusually, raising my spirits. Walking down the streets, I thought about my work today. I work as a nurse in a private hospital in Bern. I had moved here with my mom as soon as she was paralyzed. Our doctor Vivin had suggested that pure air will do her good.

“Lina! Are you day dreaming? Your bus has gone!!” Uncle Stefen called out to me.

“Omg! Sorry uncle Stefen, sure I was dreaming” I said, filled with anger on myself for spoiling my perfect day by day dreaming. I took a cab to my workplace. I was late by ten minutes.

EMILY

May 1996, Florida

“I don’t want to go the high school in New York. New York is too big populated city and I don’t want to increase it by one, dad. Listen to me once please” I cried.

“Don’t be silly dear.NYC high school will be waiting for a smart kid like you. Now pack your things to get started tomorrow”.

“But dad…..”

“Emily….”

“Right, dad. I have no choice to choose from. Fine. I will go to the school for smarts kids like me.” I grimaced.

“Stop pulling your face down child. Cheer up and get ready to school.” My dad went downstairs. I stared at my room. It looked dull. Everything was packed in the card boxes and big bags. Everything was ready to go, except me. I stood infront of the mirror and looked at the seventeen year old girl standing there.

“Miss Emily Anderson, a school for smart kids is waiting for you. Get ready to leave your home behind, to leave your mom and dad behind, and to leave your books behind. Leave your heart behind and take your body and brain to that horrid school.” The girl in the mirror mocked at me. Frustrated, I ran down the stairs and then to the bridge. I sat there and cried till I was searched by my mom.

Next day morning, I got up. I chose one of my skirts and a blue blouse to match it. I combed my hair and had a dilemma whether to leave it free or a ponytail. Finally, I ended up leaving my soft curls free bouncing over my shoulders.

I skipped down the stairs and ate my breakfast. As soon as I finished I heard the car being started to drag me to the airport.

“Bye Florida” I thought. I am going to miss everything. My mom and dad embraced me and showered me with kisses.

“We will miss you Emi” dad said, trying to hide his tears.

“I too will dad”.

The announcements were made for my check in. I took my bags and waved good bye to my parents and my hometown. I am going to the most populated town in United States.

The flight took off and my plight started. I looked over the window, one last time to devour the sight of my place. I held my head back and floated into deep sleep, where my dreams, dreams which belonged only to me, filled me. The ones, which I was free to think about.

 

May 1996, New York

A cab was waiting for me outside the airport, to dump me into my widowed aunt’s place where I stayed every summer. She stood ready to receive me with a handful of flowers. Her love made me embarrassed. I hugged her while the driver unloaded the luggages from the cab.

“Emi!! So nice to see you… you look too good. My dear… how am I going to safeguard this charming girl?” Aunt Elizabeth said. I could not say anything but smiled at her. She was sweet, but I had my own sorrows to ponder with. She took me inside the house.

“This is your room, my child. Please make yourself comfortable dear. I’ll prepare your dinner.” and saying that she left me alone in that great big room. My room hereafter. My room was highly polished without a speck of dust. The walls were painted in lavender, decorated with hangings. The sun flowed into the room through the large window. A soft cozy bed was in the middle of the room covered with lace. I was too tired to wash up and climbed onto the bed. In few minutes I drifted into sleep.

The next morning dawned bright and I got ready for my first day in school. I brushed my teeth, bathed and washed my hair. I wore my jean and semi sleeved white shirt. I hurried through my breakfast and looked out of the window to see an old silver Mercedes outside.

“That’s your car; outside dear.” my aunt said “You have your license, don’t you?” She enquired. I was shocked and thrilled to see the car that was mine.

“Yes aunt. I have. But…a Mercedes… for me??” I asked unable to believe.

She laughed. “Yes dear. It’s for you. Your uncle was using it, when he was there. I serviced it yesterday for you to take to school.”

“Oh aunt. Thank you. Thank you so much. I love it. So kind of you to let me have it”.

“That’s ok dear. Just be careful. Now hurry along and don’t be late to school on your first day.” She kissed me good bye.

I kept my bag inside the car and ignited the engine. My sorrows doubled as I neared the school. I was joining the school in the midterm and I was nervous of facing my new schoolmates. My aunt had tried her best to cheer me up but now I could not hide my nervousness. I parked the car in the last empty space I found. I was on time. Luckily I was not too early to run into other students who might be my new classmates.

I went to the administrator’s office and I was given the pass and a map to find my way through the school. “Hope you have a good day dear” the attendant wished me. Was she warning me of the day that was going be dreadful ahead? Shut up Emi. I said to myself and went to my first class. Calculus.

“Hello miss. So you are the newcomer. We are happy to have you amidst us. Please take your seat.” the professor said to me. I searched for an empty seat in the class. The class was crowded. I felt my hands shaking. Beads of sweat popped over my forehead. I found a seat at the last and I walked towards it. The boy sitting on the desk moved to the other end and made place for me. I dint lift my eyes to see him. I kept my bag on the desk and took my seat. I could feel dozens of curious eyes scrutinizing me.

“Emily Anderson”. I heard my name being called. I stood up. Every head turned towards me.

“Please can you introduce yourself to us?” the professor asked.

There it comes. The dreadful moment I was waiting for. I am going to make a fool of myself in front of the class. I could not find my voice. I finally cleared my throat and opened my mouth.

“I, Emily Anderson come from Florida. My father, Smith Anderson is a neurologist. I hope I’ll get used to this school. Thank you”. That was all my speech. A blunt, useless speech. Sure, everyone was disappointed with the very limited information I gave them. I felt sick. I wanted to run away to my room down in Florida.

“Thank you Emily and I will be handling Calculus for you and my name is Robert Thatcher. Well class, today we are going to see about integration” professor Robert continued his class.

I was sitting dumb, my mind away from the class. I turned to my side and slightly lifted my eyes towards the boy sitting next to me. I forgot to breathe. He was perfect. He was smart dressed in brands and he looked like a male model. His hair was wet with gel that shone in the sunlight. He wore a large bracelet that made his hands look manly. There were bruises on his hands that were black. I wondered what those were.

Suddenly the hands moved and were placed under the desk. I saw him looking at me. I blushed, embarrassed. I looked into his eyes which were blue as the ocean. I realized that he was looking at me disgusted. A sharp pain of rejection struck my heart. I had completely forgot that it was an alien place for me. The seconds in which I was engrossed in his beauty vanished and pain took over me. I felt tears stinging my eyes so I turned towards the professor and convinced myself to listen to the class. After three hours it was time for lunch. I blinked where to go.

“Hi, I am Joshua. You can call me Joe. And you are Emily right?” A male voice spoke near me.

“Yeah.. hi Joe. You can call me Emi.” I smiled at him. He stared at me for a second and then shook hands with me. He then cleared his throat. “Come with me. I’ll take you to the cafeteria”. I went along with him memorizing the routes in the school. He waved his hands to many as we walked and introduced me to them. It was uncomfortable but everyone tried to be friendly. We came to an already crowded table in one corner of the cafeteria. Joe introduced me to his friends Annie, John, Bianca, Harry and Eric. Everyone was friendly to