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2008 NaNoWriMo

2008 NaNoWriMo

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Published by Hannah Johnson
Aurora Lockhart is a mysterious young woman who has a special connection to God, and to Satan, but what is it?

2008 NaNoWriMo, which is why it doesn't make sense. Very unlikely to be re-written. Feedback appreciated, but not sought after.
Aurora Lockhart is a mysterious young woman who has a special connection to God, and to Satan, but what is it?

2008 NaNoWriMo, which is why it doesn't make sense. Very unlikely to be re-written. Feedback appreciated, but not sought after.

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Published by: Hannah Johnson on Aug 05, 2009
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Part One: Aurora LockhartStarting is always the hardest part. At least…that’s what I’ve alwaysthought. Then again…I don’t always think clearly. I’m too confusing. Let mestart again. Like I said, starting is always the hardest part…but starting againis usually quite easy.When I returned to my quiet little hometown on the coast nearlyeverything had changed. The people welcomed me back, sure…But it didn’tfeel quite right. Maybe I’d been away for too long, or maybe I’d just gone toall the wrong places, but it didn’t feel like home. I didn’t expect things to beexactly as I had left them, or for everything to be fine and dandy as thoughnothing bad had ever happened…But I didn’t expect this. Guess I wasn’tquite ready to come back after all.I walked into class my first day of senior year and breathed a heavysigh of relief when I saw that nothing at school had changed. I slumped backin my seat and squeezed my eyes shut tight, recollecting my thoughts of theprevious year.I’d managed to escape my small coastal prison for a much moreenclosed asylum in the mountains. I lived as a recluse- my only company thesquirrels and the Doc. Before I’d left for home I was pretty confident inmyself; I thought that I could just go back and let bygones be bygones. Deepdown inside I knew that nothing could ever be so simplistic again. Still Iprayed, like the naïve little girl that I really am, that when I got back home hewould be waiting for me just like the good old days and I could just run intohis arms and be safe again. I missed feeling safe. The bell rang. I opened my eyes and snapped back to reality. Calculus;at least I’d be distracted. Avidly taking notes, I actually tuned in and paidattention to what my teacher was telling us. It was mostly a review of mathanalysis- everything I learned (or was supposed to, at least) last year. I foundit quite repetitive and mundane, but like I said- it was something to focus onand would distract me. The rest of the morning passed similarly- after Calculus thenGovernment and English. Lunch was what I was really dreading; that waswhen I would see him again. I crossed the lunch room, paper bag in hand,scanning the faces of the various other students…Searching… Then I sawhim. I gulped- he was just as I’d remembered. Dark green eyes vibrant withlife and energy flickered to and from the faces of the others who sat aroundhim. His dark brown tousled hair still sat perfectly upon the top of his head. Acoy smile settled perfectly upon his face- dark skin causing him to stand outamongst the crowd of pale teens. Dark, dark, dark…Everything about himwas dark. His appearance, his personality, his outlook on life…Well now I’m just being judgmental. Taking a deep breath, I approached his table with a
 
smile. He looked up to acknowledge me, and showed no signs of beingsurprised at my presence.“Hey.” He murmured, reaching up and gently brushing my arm with thebacks of his knuckles. “Long time no see.” He beckoned me closer, and Iawkwardly took the seat next to him. He shifted his weight so that he waspositioned closer to me, as opposed to the girl on the other side of him.As I looked around the table, at his group of friends, I tried desperatelyto recognize the faces that I saw. I failed. I was disappointed; and I hadthought that things wouldn’t have changed here at school. Sensing myconfusion, he gently took my hand and smiled, gesturing to the five people infront of him. “Sorry to be so rude; I nearly forgot.” He began with the boynext to me. “This is Sam, Alexandria, Benji, Daniel, and Patty.” He settled hisother hand- the one not holding my own- on Patty’s knee. I tried not to glareresentfully at her, but I was only slightly successful. “Everyone, this is Rory.”I smiled as genially as possible at them. “Nice to meet you all.” I feltlike an outsider in my own environment. They all responded in a similar way. They didn’t seem to care about memuch, although Patty did shoot me interesting looks once she saw the wayour hands were intertwined. Lunch ended and I quickly gathered my thingsand stalked off to Physics. I walked quickly, trying to avoid both him and thelunch crowd. However, my hopes dropped when I walked into my classroomand saw him sitting in the back corner. Reluctantly, I walked over andcasually sat down next to him, sighing audibly as I did so.“Is there a problem?” He asked, not bothering to look over at me. Hewas too busy writing something down in a blue spiral notebook.“No.” I said quietly. I spoke too softly for anyone else to hear me, but Iknew that he got the message; I also knew that he was aware of my lie. Hedidn’t address the matter, much to my dismay. I’d been gone far too long- Iwas craving some sort of attention. The teacher walked into the room and began the class. I trieddesperately to pay attention as I had done earlier that morning, but hispresence next to me was distracting.“Aurora Lockhart?” I raised my hand.“Dane Warren?” He raised his. The sound of his very name sent shiversdown my spine. I was almost positive that my name had the same- if not atleast a similar- effect on him as well. I refused to look at him for the rest of the period from there on. The bell rang, releasing me, and I headed quickly for Film Studies,where I was able to put my head down and rest. So much had changed. So
 
much. By the time the day was over (after Film Studies, and later Dance) Iwas more than eager to head home, maybe do some homework, and thentake a long, reflective walk on the beach. I had been away from the open seafor too long. It beckoned to me as a mother beckons to her child. Alas, onceagain, my bubble was burst as I was approached by the person I was tryingto escape from. Nevertheless, I smiled politely as Dane grinned andappeared at my side. I was trapped.“Yes?” I asked, hoping my tone of voice would indicate how little Iwished to converse with him. If it did, he ignored my silent request.“How was it?” He skipped the niceties and went straight to the point.He was always very straightforward- glad to see that part of him hadn’tchanged.“I don’t want to talk about it.” I said simply. I hoped I didn’t sound rudeor angry. I shrugged nonchalantly just in case. “Just drop it.”A slight frown crossed his features for only a fraction of a second- longenough for me to notice, but not long enough to steer our chit chat in anyother direction. “As you wish.” He murmured, walking away. His tone was oneof disappointment, and though it pained me to cause him any sort of discomfort, I was glad that he was gone now- it had been hard for me toconcentrate on anything while he was around. The walk from the school to my small home on the beach was also verydistracting for me. It would’ve been nice to have been able to walk home inpeace and quiet, or at least with something relatively legitimate to thinkabout. Instead, I dealt with “welcome back” and “good to see you’re back intown” from every single person that I passed on my way. That’s the problemwith living in a small town like I do- everybody knows everybody else
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their business. There’s no privacy, unlike in the mountains where you’relucky if you even get to meet your neighbors within the first week. By thetime I got home, I had seen nearly everyone in my town… The door swung open easily; I hadn’t bothered locking it when I’d left inthe morning. I stepped inside and the absence of shoes in the front hallindicated that nobody was home. I dropped my bag on the kitchen table andgrabbed an apple on my way back out the door. I bit into it and began mywalk down the beach, taking as many deep breaths as possible to take in thesalty sea air. I’d left my shoes back at the house- the sand felt good as itsquished familiarly between my toes. The wind whipped gently through myhair and felt cool, soothing, against my skin.“You came back.” A voice stopped me dead in my tracks and removedall traces of blissful nostalgia from my mind. “I wish I could say that I’msurprised.”

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