Please use Chrome or Firefox for better user experience!
Letter's to the Star Whisperer
No tags yet.
Writer TheLunaWoodElf
  • G: General Audiences
  • PG: Parental Guidance Suggested
  • PG-13: Parents Strongly Cautioned
  • R: Restricted
487 Reads

Facebook · Twitter

FAQ · Feedback · Privacy · Terms

Penana © 2018

Get it on Google Play

Download on the App Store

Follow Author
Letter's to the Star Whisperer
A - A - A
Feb 15, 2018
3 Mins Read
No Plagiarism!f7L4SUeW6hvVjwrlVdKUposted on PENANA

“What?”copyright protection37PENANAUIhVPKAyss

            “Um, hey dad,” Ethan said in a tiny voice.copyright protection37PENANAfIz1NsV1o2

            “My God, Ethan, where are you? Your mother is worried sick, you know that?” Ethan took the phone away from his ear, and then returned it after a moment. His father was still going on about something. “We had a birthday dinner planned for you.”copyright protection37PENANAiUXCroXmCI

            “I know dad.”copyright protection37PENANAhxrzsgj3OM

            “You got drunk at a club?”copyright protection37PENANAv3v55ix0kW

            “I had a party at my friend’s club-”copyright protection37PENANA3DR1fiqdF2

            “We worked hard on our birthday dinner for you. No call, no thanks . . .You’re a real disappointment, you know that?” his father said, stabbing him with the knife and twisting it.copyright protection37PENANAWWznw2DP5s

            Ethan gave a sigh. “I know,” he said, not even flitching at the pain the knife put into him. He’s been stab so many times, it was numbing now. He looked across the table and saw Aspen.copyright protection37PENANACBw7GBpeBK

He was looking at her, staring at the tip of her short hair. He really liked how the blue brought out her eyes. She was watching the outside world, two hands on her coffee cup. She could have easily been one of those girls in Paris.copyright protection37PENANAaFn2GDl6Q0

            “I better see you in work tomorrow, on time. We need to have a long talk.”copyright protection37PENANA9MXIatLNjR

             Ethan waited for a second. Before he could speak his mind, his father hung up the phone. He didn’t know who he could call now. His father didn’t care if he was hurt. His father could care less if he was in the alley way passed out. He gave the phone back to Aspen.copyright protection37PENANAgVsM39ntnZ

            “So what’s your plan?” she asked. He didn’t want to tell. Why should he? He didn’t even know her.copyright protection37PENANAdyEAAkdVr4

            “I’ll get a taxi back to my place later.”copyright protection37PENANAWARUj1o4OH

            She looked confused. “Isn’t your dad . . . or Tom is it? Aren’t they going to pick you up?”copyright protection37PENANAV5DoRGxe9V

            Ethan shrugged, shaking his head. “No.” He looked out the window. “I guess I have a free day today.”copyright protection37PENANAentSX3dbZE

            “Hey, looky there,” she said with perk behind it.  He did manage to give a small smile. “What are you going to do today?”copyright protection37PENANAfVf6Qy7eDW

            He thought about it. “I am not sure.” He put his hands on top of his head and led back. Aspen sipped on her coffee. “What do you do for fun?”copyright protection37PENANAWz1AYThv7q

            “Well, today I have to do some things, but I do a lot for fun,” she smiled. “I could show you Pearl Street if you want later.”copyright protection37PENANAqlOUeLXsWX

            “That’s fine,” Ethan declined. “You don’t have to.”copyright protection37PENANA7cSmiJVqXy

            “You sure?”copyright protection37PENANAnU8pu6iLBp

            He barely knew what that place was suppose to be. “What’s all in Pearl Street?”copyright protection37PENANAc2L0X0LVsI

            Aspen gave a laugh. “Well, it’s just an outside mall, but they have performances on the street. There are people who juggle with fire, and tons of singers. They have really good hot dogs too, I mean they are really good. It’s by the court house. Oh, there is a pizza shop too, and it’s pretty cheap. You sure you don’t want to come along? I can show you.”copyright protection37PENANASzULVduREr

            “No, I don’t have my wallet.”copyright protection37PENANAp1lxqQDIBf

            “I’ll buy you lunch if you want.” Ethan gave her a look. He put his hands down, and laid them on the table. He led closer to her. Aspen looked around then back to him. “What?”copyright protection37PENANA8NiUNfVzbn

            “I have never had someone offer to buy me lunch. It’s just . . . weird. No offence, but you’re just weird.”copyright protection37PENANAi3XdOTqjK5

            She didn’t seem offended, like most people would when someone told them ‘no offence’. “Well, I got a lot to do too. You’ll have to come along with me. And I can drive you back to Denver.”copyright protection37PENANAL967HxXlgy

            Ethan gave another long pause, and led closer. “Why?”copyright protection37PENANABpmTka9fJl

            “Well, you don’t have a wallet, and I can give you a ride. How will you pay for a taxi?”copyright protection37PENANAD1oAfdtFxd

            He was very confused. “I  . . . well . . . why would you do that for me?” Aspen shrugged. He could have laughed at her. She was very unreal. She was nothing that he had seen before. He threw his hands up. “What the hell, I’ll tag along.”copyright protection37PENANALinSp4qmqG

Comments ( 0 )

No comments yet. Be the first!