lost love - elizabeth fritz (classic books for 7th graders .TXT) 📗

Luke nodded, “Right.”
“We’re good. Thanks.” Mom smiled.
“Great.” He smiled and got up, rubbing his hands together.
Dad walked closer to me and handed me the two long sticks, “Can you get up a little?”
I nodded, “Sure,” I said and sat up on the bed, my heavy leg wobbling, “Whoa...”
“Here put your arms into here and hold on to the handles.” He directed.
I did what I was told, and got up on one leg.
“Ah that’s it.” Mom smiled at me and they started walking out, “We’ll be right back we need to pay for them. Some one forgot their wallet…”
Dad gave mom a look and shrugged at me, picking up his wallet from the table.
Luke laughed as they disappeared, out of sight. “I like your parents, their funny. Unlike mine…” He smiled.
“Well, yeah. I guess. You’re parents must be nice as well.” I told him, smiling back.
“Uh huh.” He nodded, “Hey, can you walk with those?”
I laughed, “Of course I can!” And I showed him how I could walk with the crutches. But too bad I didn’t know how to handle them. Yes I tripped but Luke…
I took a step with them and they suddenly started wobbling against the floor and my good foot slipped and I was falling backwards.
“Whoa, easy now.” Luke said smiling at me from his arms, holding me so that I don’t hit the floor. I blushed a scarlet red and got myself up.
Luke was grinning, helping me up, “I’m guessing you take it back that you know how to use them.
“Um yeah.” I said still blushing.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Later on that day I got home, I sat on my bed and continued reading some books I had to read for school, with a box of tissues by my side and the white rose that Luke had given me in a thin and long, clear crystal vase.
I put the book down for a moment and stood up, holding onto my crutches. I walked a few steps to my full mirror which was stuck on one of my walls, surrounded by many pictures and posters. I looked in it and saw a girl. A not-too-tall-or-short-or-thin-or-fat girl. With dark, shocking copper curls dangling from her head. A pale face with bright pink lips, a fairly long nose, which was red at the tip and deep blue eyes which turned a rather green colour occasionally. It was obviously me, because what else do you see when you look in a mirror while standing right in front of it? But this girl, for some reason, I thought looked miserable. I stared at myself for a moment and walked back to my bed, to continue reading my book.
I was just reading when there were a few knocks on my door. I straightened up in my bad and left the open book, face down, drop on my lap. I turned my head to the door and called, “Come in.”
The door slowly opened and my dads head popped out from the slightly open door.
“Hon, there’s someone here to see you.” He said.
“Who?” I asked trying to look behind him.
He backed away, and let someone enter my room. It was a tall blonde girl with cheery, hazel eyes and a bright and soft smile.
I smiled up at her, welcoming, “Hey, Kelly. Come, sit.” I say to her.
Kelly comes and sits beside me on my bed, “Hi Shannon! I just came by to see how you were doing! I heard you broke your leg…” She said glancing over to my leg which was now covered in a white plaster and signed by many.
“Yes, I did.” I said giving her a weary smile.
She fished out something from her handbag and out came a pen. “Can I…?”
“Oh sure! Knock yourself out.” I smirked at myself for remembering to say ‘out’ and not ‘down’.
She looked at it for a moment until she found an empty space. She carefully opened the cap of her felt tip pen, which made a plopping sound. She wrote in some blue scribbles and finished with an, “Ah!”
I smiled and looked over at it. She wrote just near my ankle. It said, ‘Get well soon, and get back to cheering! XOXO Kelly!’ She had written it in neat girly letters, with the dot of the letter ‘i’ circled and the letters looped in some way. Yeah, what people would call girly.
“Wow, thanks Kell,” I smiled at her, gratefully.
She giggled, “Uh huh!”
Then…
Knock once.
Knock twice.
Followed by another.
“Come in.” I call, as I turn my head towards the door, and so does Kelly.
The door opens slowly, and a tall grinning figure appears in the doorway. This figure has muddy brown hair, with a slight fringe running down its forehead. Shiny blue eyes, and if seen closely there will be hints of an emerald green circling the blue. Kind of like my own, but more dazzling. A soft face with a light summer tan, and a beautiful heart-melting smile. This figure closed the door, and turned to us.
“Luke!” Kelly grinned at him, walking over and giving him a hug.
Luke… Luke Dawson. No, Lucas Dawson. And he’s in my room. With Kelly Tanner and Shannon Mezzanotte (med-za-not-tay meaning midnight in Italian. Cool? I know).
He wrapped his arm around Kelly, “Hey what are you doing here?” He asked her. “Oh and Hey Shannon, I just came by to see how you were doing.”
“I came for the same thing. But you never come to see how I am doing. Luke?!”
“That,” he looked at her smartly, “Is because you are not my neighbour. You live far away from here.”
She sighed and nodded in agreement.
“Hiya Luke,” I smiled, “I’m alright.” I hear myself mutter, “Just fine.”

So we sat there for some time. It felt awkward. Really dang awkward, to be in my room with Luke and Kelly. Who are a couple, and poor Kelly doesn’t know that her precious Lucas doesn’t even love her.
So anyway nothing much happened. I could see Luke, himself, felt a little uncomfortable himself.
Later on Kelly had to go; she couldn’t be late for lunch on Sundays with her family. So she left.
“Seeya Shannon, Luke.” She smiled leaving us.
“Bye!” I called before she left.
“Yeah, later.” Luke said in his low voice.

He was sitting on a chair near my bed and he started our conversation.
“Anyway, how’s the books going?” he asked.
“Great,” I told him. “And yours?”
“Yeah I just started another one...”

And it went on.

(sorry i know its a boring one!) thunder

Sunday ended and still no sign of Michael wanting to get to me.
I woke up from the deep voice of my dad trying to wake me up for school.
“Shannon, rise and shine bud, its Monday, your favourite day of the week!” He said, grinning at me.
I groaned. He knew it was actually my least favourite day of the week. AND I have a broken leg! Can’t he let me stay in for just a day?
“Gerrup!” he said, his mouth full of something. He patted on my shoulder, and left the room, leaving the lights on.
I slowly got up and looked around for my crutches. I got hold of one and reached for the other, and took myself to the bathroom. Then I did the usual, and got back to my room.
‘Can’t wear jeans. Need to live on skirts.’ I though to myself. No way was my cast going to let me wear jeans! So I pulled out a school appropriate skirt and pulled it on with a little difficulty. Then I pulled on a shirt and I did my hair, and I got my bag. Then I got downstairs with the help of my brother.
“Pancakes today, or toast?” I heard my mom ask from the kitchen.
I looked over at her, “Cereal.”
I sat at the table and poured some cereal and milk into a bowl and began munching my way through it.
“Dad?” I looked over at him.
He put his coffee mug and newspaper down, “What?”
“You do know that you’re going to have to drop us to school today right?” I smirked.
“What? You’re driving your- Oh… Right.” He sighed.
I nodded, “Yep!”
“Lets get going then.” He said getting up.
Justin headed out the door, flinging his bag over his shoulder.
I got up slowly with my crutches and followed my dad, “Bye mommy.” I said while heading out.

I rode shotgun in my dad’s land rover, and he dropped us at school. My dad got out and helped me get out, handing me my crutches.
“Seeya dad.” Justin called, already halfway to the building.
“Bye, daddy,” I smiled at him and pecked his cheek.
“Take care Shanny.” He said and left.
I started walking to the building, and someone came up behind me.
“Shannon!” he called my name.
Oh I forgot to mention that I had quickly recovered from my illness. Yes, it’s a miracle. It was one-day influenza. Nice, right?
I turned around and saw a blonde haired, green eyed boy a bit older than me.
“Michael.” I smiled.
“Oh god, Shannon! I’m so so sorry I didn’t come to see you!” he said hugging me a bit, and kissed my head.
“Michael, it’s really okay.” I said shrugging off him
“No its not, it’s just that, we lost the game, because of me. So I was really worried. I was so sick and when you fell I couldn’t take my mind off you-" he went on.
“Shhh, its okay.” I interrupted.
He sighed, “Oh okay then. Just don’t hate me.”
“I can’t hate you!” I laughed “Come lets get in, we’ll be late.”
He smiled a little, “Alright.” He ruffled my hair and walked with me.
Awwww how sweet.
Anywho, we got to school and then everyone in sight crowded around me. Well the people who really didn’t know anything. And then came a bunch of:
‘Oh gosh! Shannon what have you done to your leg?’
‘Shannon! What happened?!’
‘Can I sign your cast?’

And yeah. Horrible! Then when I got past the crowd to my locker I met up with Emily.
“Hiya Em!” I say all cheerily.
“Shanny!” She jokes around.
I roll my eyes and smile a bit.

Later on we limp to class together and sit down in History.
Classes went okay, and then lunch time came.
Emily and I got to the cafeteria and I sat down with my packed lunch while Emily and Dan went to buy food.
I sat down alone with my book. I started reading The DaVinci Code again, and I was just on page 57.
“Hey.”
I looked up at his beautiful eyes in awe.
“Hey Luke,” I said smiling, “What’s up.”
He grinned, sitting next to me, his head cocked to the side, “Nothing, same stuff. How’s your leg?”
“Great…. I guess.” I chuckled softly.
He smiled his eyes sparkling, he looked like—
Luke leaned in towards me, my heart was pounding hard.
—He was about to kiss me!
But he didn’t… Why would he? He has his Kelly, although he doesn’t love her. He’s a player. Even though to me he’s the most decent guy ever.

Anyway instead he whispered to me:
“Your Michael got into trouble with the teacher, he won’t be here soon. He wanted me to tell you…”
My Michael?!

“Oh okay thanks.” I nodded towards him, “ A lot.”
“Yeah. He doesn’t like to know that he’s being a bad ass boy.” He laughed.
I thought that was funny too so I laughed along. What! I couldn’t help it!
“So anyway… anything strange going on lately?”
“Um no, why?” I was suspicious of