Beneath the Willow Tree
Catching the signal from one of her friends, Angela brushed her skirt, took a deep breath and walked towards where he was sitting. Her feet dragged along the pavement, her mouth practicing the words she was going to say to him over and over again.
“Hey Will, How’re you doing? I was just wondering if you would like to……” the words trailed off midsentence as she watched him close his book, stuff it casually into his bag, and walk away from her. She watched him walk away, standing still on the sidewalk, her mouth agape, before she turned around and walked back to where her best friend was sitting next to the old tree.
“I can’t believe I was that close to asking him,” she murmured, sliding down the old willow tree trunk and collapsing into its shadow.
“Maybe you’ll get another chance tomorrow, it’s not like he’s moving away tonight anyways. No one ever leaves
“Thanks,” Angela states sarcastically.
“No problem. Hey, I’m gonna hit the music store after school, heard they got the new Kills album in. You wanna go? We can go rent movies afterwards, order pizza, and have a major calorie fest at my place. The rents are out of town so the house is pretty lonely, but they love you and I’m sure they wouldn’t mind you sleeping over.”
“Okay. I could really use a good slice of pizza right now.”
“Good. Pizza is like a gift from God that we can’t refuse. I’m Jesus, I would know.”
“Uh huh,” Angela nods, looking up at the tree. She had always loved the old willow tree in front of the mall. It’s drooping branches and old rippled trunk was like an old mans saggy skin. It showed wisdom in life. She pressed her forehead to the tree, trying to get some of the old trees wisdom to pass into her. It was a psychologist to her in her times of need. Slowly she slid up the trunk, waiting for Lily to realize she was ready to leave. However, Lily being Lily, it took several notifications. A slap on the shoulder, a whistle from her mouth, and a few calls of “Lily” later her friend had risen from the brown earth and was ready to leave. They began to walk away, and before turning at the corner, Angela looked back upon the tree which was dancing to the beat of the wind.
2 comments:
i really like how you gave the tree so much character, making it feel like a big brother to her. You also did a really good job making the story feel realistic.
I really love how much character you have to Angela. I could really picture her mood when you said her mouth was agape. My favorite literary device you used was your simile when you said, "Pizza is like a gift from God that we can't refuse."
You did a really great job making all of the literary devices flow with the story smoothly.
:)
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