Last day of school...
Angela’s last day of school has finally arrived. All of her teachers are so impressed with how well she’s doing after the proceeding year. Her attitude in her classes has improved along with her grades. She’s going to be a sophomore next year after all.
Angela sighs and watches the clock, impatient to get gone. It’s been four months, she thinks, Surely the bar will let me back now…It has to! And it isn’t just because of Melou-she’d promised Steph she’d come back, she wanted to see her friends and the family she had there. She especially missed her grandfather.
Last week, in a burst of frustration, Angela had opened every door in her house multiple times, nothing happening to indicate that a door to the bar will ever open for her again. She’d even put on the ring that had enabled her to speak while in Wales and tried them all again. Nothing had worked, and there were no hints at all.
It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy being home, of course. It was a great comfort every day to be here, to be with her mother and father and brother. She felt good, she slept well, and she got to play with Johnny.
Things were happening for her. She’d taken a job at the surf shop down at the beach, a small shop that did custom boardwork. She’d work there three days a week. She’d also been accepted (by the high recommendation of a teacher and the skin of her teeth) to a summer English program at the local community college. She wouldn’t be bored, that was sure. It was going to be a long summer, she just hoped it would be a good one.
Angela blinks herself out of her daze for a moment, her hand going absently to her throat, tracing the patterns of the chain around it, hoping beyond hope that someday a door would open and she’d be back at the bar.
Angela sighs and watches the clock, impatient to get gone. It’s been four months, she thinks, Surely the bar will let me back now…It has to! And it isn’t just because of Melou-she’d promised Steph she’d come back, she wanted to see her friends and the family she had there. She especially missed her grandfather.
Last week, in a burst of frustration, Angela had opened every door in her house multiple times, nothing happening to indicate that a door to the bar will ever open for her again. She’d even put on the ring that had enabled her to speak while in Wales and tried them all again. Nothing had worked, and there were no hints at all.
It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy being home, of course. It was a great comfort every day to be here, to be with her mother and father and brother. She felt good, she slept well, and she got to play with Johnny.
Things were happening for her. She’d taken a job at the surf shop down at the beach, a small shop that did custom boardwork. She’d work there three days a week. She’d also been accepted (by the high recommendation of a teacher and the skin of her teeth) to a summer English program at the local community college. She wouldn’t be bored, that was sure. It was going to be a long summer, she just hoped it would be a good one.
Angela blinks herself out of her daze for a moment, her hand going absently to her throat, tracing the patterns of the chain around it, hoping beyond hope that someday a door would open and she’d be back at the bar.