Trust

It's not finished yet but I'd like to hare peoples thoughts...


“Sorry what?” Our math teacher must have called on me but I wasn’t paying any attention . I was too busy staring at Mike, trying to get him to look at me to pass a note. I searched Mr. Poe’s head to pick out the answer while he said “Bridget, please listen. Look at the board.” He motioned toward the Smart Board.
Found it. “Oh it’s 12,” I said knowingly. Reading minds really is handy at school.
He said “Good,” and continued teaching. I have this strange ability to read minds, I have no idea where it comes from or why it started when I moved here, to Oregon. I have to really want to read someone’s mind for it to work. It’s not like talking at all it’s more like listening to audio book tape. You can turn it of whenever you’d like. It’s awfully strange and I’m afraid that if people knew I’d be a freak, an outcast so I haven’t told anyone about my gift, not even my new best friend Erica.
I went back to flirting with Mike, I was planning on asking him to the spring fling that was next week through that note. Finally I got his attention. I threw my little triangular piece of paper at him when Mr. Poe wasn’t looking. Unfortunately, thanks to my awesome throwing skills, Jessica caught it instead, she’s the most popular girl at school and Mike’s sort of girlfriend. Of course she opens it and gives me a dirty look then writes something and throws it back. She wrote What the hell? He’s mine and always will be. Back off! She didn’t intimidate me though, she’s not worth a fuss. I just grabbed another piece of paper and wrote it again and this time it landed perfectly on his desk. He looked at it and shook his head and wrote some thing. I caught it and read I’d rather go with you but Jess asked first I’m sooooo sorry! I crumpled it up and threw it in my back pack feeling self pity. I had to look at the bright side of this, at least he rather be with me right?
School finally ended and as I was walking to my car Jessica stopped me. She glared at me and said “What do you think your doing?”
I simply replied “Getting in my car.” as I walked around her and slid in the driver’s seat. I started my Bug and pretended not to here Jessica’s threats as I pulled out.
During the drive home I thought about Mike and Jessica. Mike with his totally cute shaggy surfer style blonde hair, deep green eyes, and tall, muscular body. Then there’s Jessica. She has hard, cold brown eyes, long straitened light brown hair, and she’s very curvy, too curvy for her own good. She’s Miss Popular at school and my worst enemy.
I pulled up in our drive way and got a sick feeling in my stomach, the door was open and there was an eerie silence closing in on me. I slowly climbed the few stairs to our porch. I pushed the door open with an awful creak. The house was deserted, it should be both Mom and Dad were at work and Ben, my10 year old brother gets out later but there was an empty feeling to the house. I could tell someone had been here. I was sure, I had a gut feeling about this. I guess you could say I’m extremely intuitive. I ran up the stairs to my room half expecting someone to be steeling my laptop and Ipod. Instead I found a single black feather on my brown trimmed blue pillow. It completely freaked me out. I backed out of my room and ran down the stairs frantic because I had that gut feeling that something was terribly wrong. I called Ben’s school making sure he was still there, the receptionist said that school had let out early that day and Ben had gone home on the bus. I hung up on her and ran up stairs to the room across the hall from mine, his room. I burst trough the door to find a note flying around his bed in the wind, I looked up to see his window opened. I caught the note to find simple handwriting that said I’ve got Ben. P.S. I know your secret. Well that made no sense. Who took him and where is he now? Did he mean my mind reading secret? What the hell am I going to do. My only lead is the black feather in my room. It could have been anyone… or any thing for that matter. Then the reality hit me, someone was in my house and my brother is gone! What am I going to tell my parents? Is Ben okay? Will I ever see him again? Just then I heard the doorbell ring echoing in the strangely empty house. I could just imagine my clueless mother on our front door step with her cloth purse, red hair and simple stud earrings. She was probably holding a ton of groceries and is wanting my help to open the door. I slowly walked down the stairs dreading the melt down that was surely about to happen. I opened the door and let her in.
“Sit down Mom I need to tell you something,” I said trying not to let my voice crack.
“What happened,” she asks as she sits on our sofa and sets down her bags.
I took a deep breath and said “Ben is gone,” I had no idea how else to break it to her, maybe that was to abrupt. A play of emotions crossed her face, first utter shock to disbelieving then reconsidering and back to disbelief. I search her mind to find the corresponding thoughts to go with her emotions.
Once she’s capable of speaking again she says “ This isn’t a very funny joke Bridget where’s your brother?” She was using her tough mom you-are in-so-much trouble voice.
“Look Mom I didn’t do any thing I got home and called Ben’s school they said school was out early and he came home on the bus and he’s not here. “I said trying to get her to believe, “Oh and I found this note on his bed.” I erased the part about my secret before I gave it to her.
She glanced at it and thought What the hell…Then she mumbled “This is impossible Benny can’t be gone. He can’t be…”
“Mommy what are we going to do?” I whispered feeling like a lost child.
She got up and called 9-1-1, brilliant mom, brilliant I thought feeling more like my self I got up and told her “They won’t find him.”
She looked at me completely exasperated “What do you think we should do? Sit around? Pray for a miracle? No!” She was starting to yell. “Sorry I didn’t mean to scream at you.”
“No it’s okay mom I’ll find him, I swear.” I knew that the only way we’d get him back would be for me to do it my self, no help from the police.
I must have convinced her because she hung up and had a look on her face that said she completely trusted me to get her son back. I hoped I was worthy of her impossible trust.
Mom and I went up stairs to bed thinking awfully sad thoughts. I washed up in my small bathroom that was right next to my room, got my pajamas on and climbed in bed. My soft blue and brown polka-dotted comforter all the way up to my chin. I was afraid. I had no idea what was to come. I didn’t know if I could get Ben back or gulp if he was alive. I drifted off to sleep thinking of the lone black feather that had been on my pillow.

Suddenly I was at a beach on the Oregon coast where it was a beautiful and sunny day. I walked toward the water wanting to feel it rush over my bare feet. I was wearing short shorts and a tank top so I didn’t have to worry about getting my clothes wet. Out of nowhere a huge menacingly dark cloud covered the sun and a bone rattling chill shook me. I looked down the coast line trying to find someone who could take me home but only found a lost boy not to far from me. I started running to him, it looked like shadows were closing in around him. I ran and ran but I couldn’t reach him in time, when I got there I found BEEP BEEP BEEP!!!!!! Stupid alarm clock. I shut it off and checked the time, it was 6:45 A.M. time to get ready for school. I tried to remember the dream I was having while I was in the shower. All I could remember was a beach, shadows, and a boy. I knew I found something that had completely shocked me but I couldn’t remember, no matter how hard I tried. I got out and dried my hair recalling yesterdays events. I put down the dryer and peeked in Ben’s room hoping that he’d be getting ready for school, but he wasn’t there. A single crystal tear ran down my cheek. I was hoping it had all been a terrible dream. I finished drying and straitening my hair, applied make up and ran down stairs for breakfast. Mom was silently crying and eating her breakfast. I wanted to comfort her but had no idea how so I just grabbed a bowl of cereal and sat beside her saying “It’ll be okay.” between bites.
I got on the bus and sat next to Erica, I didn’t dare tell her about Ben. I just let her babble about a shopping trip she went on last weekend, all the boys, shoes, shirts, etc. I was thinking, yet again, about the black feather. I knew it held a clue but I wasn’t sure what it meant yet.
We arrived at school and said thanks to our bus driver, it’s always good to be on his good side, and walked along a stone path that lead to our school, Marshfield High home of the pirates. We just walked in when the first bell rang. Erica and I hurried to our first class together and sat down while Mrs. Brigs our English teacher was taking role. When she’s done she starts reading Kite Runner. I love this book even though it gets a little graphic and is really sad. She finished up as the bell rang and we packed up our things to go to our next class.
We went through History, Math, Science, P.E., lunch, Health, Spanish, Art, and finally Home Room. Erica and I became friends so quickly because we just happened to have the exact same schedule. In HR Erica and I worked on, no not homework, but trying to figure out why would Mike ever like Jessica. She’s mean and hateful and an all around *edit your post and this will go away*! I’ve never gotten a chance to date Mike because of her. All I want is one date. No I take that back I just want to take him away permanently. She doesn’t deserve him, not one bit. Mike needs someone better than that.
I was walking out of the school when something caught my eye. I had a feeling of being watched. I thought I saw something darker than a shadow behind a bush. But when I looked again it was gone but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something awfully creepy was watching me. I got in my car and started the engine. I was just turning my head to back out when I realized someone was sitting right next to me. I jumped and hit my head on the ceiling.
“You scared the crap outta me!” I said breathlessly.
Mike says “Sorry,” sheepishly. “I just wanted to make the dance up to, I had to hide from Jess so I just got in your car.”
“No it’s okay, how are you planning to make it up?” I said.
“It’s a surprise.” He got out and opened the door for me then motioned for me to go to the passenger side.
Once I got in the car I asked “What kind of surprise.” trying not to sound too excited.
“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you.” he said.
“Just a hint?”
“You’ll like it don’t worry.” He started backing up then turned out of the school. I couldn’t tell where we were going until we were practically there. We were at my favorite fancy restaurant. I didn’t have to worry about paying because Mike’s dad owned the place, part of the reason it’s my favorite, and he always gives it to me for free. I try not to eat much, it just seems rude to eat and leave without paying. I walked in the door hearing the sweet violin music. The hostess sat us at my favorite table that looked out to the ocean. All I ordered was desert, caramel pie with whipped cream on top. I love caramel. Mike asked “You can have more than just desert you know, it’s no big deal.” He smiled at me. We’ve done this before but only when Jessica was in a fight with him and he wanted to tell someone how mad he was at her. This time it was more of a real date, even though he was technically cheating on her with me. She would be so mad if she found out how much Mike liked me, another perk of being able to read minds, he actually liked me but he dated her because that’s what was expected of him. I wish he’d just follow his heart already.
“I wish it could just be me and you but Jess…” he said
“ Is the one who everyone expects you to date.” I finished for him.
He reached across the table and held out his hand for me to take it. “See how you understand me? She doesn’t at all.” he whispered.
“The only thing I don’t understand is why you think that.” I whispered back. “I really like you but your still with her…” I trailed off.
“I know.” he said. “That’s ending once and for all at the dance this weekend.”
I was shocked. We’d had this conversation before but he always ends up saying that it was the right thing to do and drop it.
“Really?” I was too shocked to say anything else.
“I’ve set my priorities straight. You’re my top priority right now.”
Wow “I’m so glad.” I whispered to my self. He heard it.
“I’m glad your glad.” Then he thought What a stupid thing to say.

I really hoped he would actually get rid of her. I knew I’d get hell from her for stealing him. That was exactly what I wanted. Well not her bitching at me but I would like to get back at her for everything she’d put me through though. As I drove to school that morning I tried not to stress about Ben and instead thought about my boy problems. I couldn’t wait for the dance.
Math was interesting as always but not because of what he was putting on the board but because of the mini drama that was going on. I was passing notes to Mike just talking about… well nothing actually I was just doing it to piss Jessica off and boy did it work. She looked like she was about to jump out of her seat and strangle me to death as she folded a note up, more like squishing it into an angry ball, and through it at me. I looked at it and laughed. She honestly thought I was working magic in his brain to make him not like her anymore. I replied that he never even liked her to begin with and that they were going out just because he thought it was what was expected of him. She got it, just about exploded and through our note at Mike. He looked at rolled his eyes wrote something and through at me. I read Are you trying to make her go crazy? and I just smiled like a moron and didn’t notice Mr. Poe asking for the note in my hand. He already had the other one and apparently already read that note to the class. Now he took my note and read it to the class.
“Let’s see what we have here… First someone with very angry handwriting” he paused and looked at her where she was blushing with anger and embarrassment. “You must be working magic on his brain or something to be able to convince him not to like me anymore. Hmmm seems we are talking of a boy” everyone giggled. “Pretty swirly script says “He never even liked you. and goes on to say why.” more giggles. “And last but not least the which they must have been our mystery boy says Are you trying to make her go crazy?” After the giggles died down he went back to his teacher voice and said “Jessica, Mike, and Bridget. You all have lunch detention today in my room.”
Lunch detention with Mike and Jessica was impossible. Mike and I sat next to each other which really made Jessica mad. Then we started passing notes about how I thought he should just put her out of her misery and tell her what’s up while Mike says he should wait and have her brake up with him so he doesn’t feel as guilty. Jessica kept throwing a wad of paper at Mike then one for me. Her writing was almost to messy to read. I could just make out a threat on my note and Mike told me that on his she was mad at him and wanted this to stop. I could have figured that out by the angry thoughts that were buzzing around her head like bees. I was enjoying this entirely to much. Jess was always the one on top always rubbing things in. Now I was in her position it felt great but then again I felt sort of bad for her way in the back of my mind I knew I should be nicer but the irrational part of me wanted to watch her suffer.
After detention was over the more rational part of me took over and apologized to Jessica. She glared at me but said “ You know I never apologize. Why in the world are you?” I had no idea how to respond to that without being mean again so I just walked away towards my next class.
Mike decided to brake up with her after school and told her about me. She was furious but I could see the glistening tears forming in her eyes. I felt awful. It was all my fault this was happening to her. Now I’m sure her popularity will be thrown out the window and her entire life style with it, that or she’ll find another boy and be meaner than ever. Either way it was completely my fault. On my way home my other life caught up to me, the bigger problem, Ben was still missing.
I started to cry all over again. I knew I was running out of time. I looked up at the sky and wished I knew what to do.



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