Finding Eden Read Online Free Page A
Author: Camilla Beavers
late.”
“ For?”
“ I told my dad I'd
pick him up from the airport. If I don't leave now I'll be late.”
I walk quickly to my car.
I can't believe I forgot! I get in my car and make my way to the
airport. I try not to drive too fast, because getting pulled over
doesn't really save time.
The airport, thank god,
is not crowded. The good spots are nice and empty and the terminal is
close. I go into the airport, pick out a comfortable chair, and I
wait.
First, twenty minutes go
by, then forty, and then an hour. After a while I decide to call him.
I pull my cellphone out to call him and I'm about to hit send when I
see I have a voice mail.
“ Hello, Eden,”
I hear dad say in the voice mail, “I hope you get this before
you head to the airport, but I had an emergency meeting pop up, so I
won't be home for a few more days. I'll let you know when.” And
then that's it.
Great. I drove all the
way out to the airport for nothing. I sit there for a second
wondering how I could have missed his call. Was that one of my
inoperative moments?
“ Miss,”
someone says to me.
I look up. It's a
security guard.
“ Are you waiting
for someone?”
“ Oh,” I look
at my watch and tried not to look surprised at the time, “I was
here to pick up dad, but I just found out he won't be making it.”
I get my things and stand up.
“ Well, I'm sorry to
hear that,” the man says and walks away from me.
I walk out of the airport
and to my car. How had I managed to sit there for two hours after I
checked my voice mail? I shake my head and get into my car.
“ If this doesn't
let up soon I'm going to have to start setting an alarm clock during
the day.”
I get home and am
relieved to find that Marcia isn't there, At least now I don't have
to explain my lost hours to anyone. I get out of my car and go
inside.
The house is empty, but
it's a godsend at the moment. I clomp up the stairs to my bedroom,
change into my night clothes and fall asleep quickly in bed. And I
dream. It's not a good or bad dream. It's just a dream about a man,
and somehow I know I've seen him before.
The young man in my
dream, all I see is his face. His skin is tan from the sun and
stubble riddles his face. His golden brown hair is loose around his
face and his eyes are a pure gold color. The color is so intense that
I almost feel this dream man is seeing into my soul. I've never met
this man before, but I feel as though I know him. Not the
I-know-where-he-grew-up sort of knowing, but sort of a connection.
I see his face for the
entire night. His eyes burn into mine, scorching my soul with their
intensity. Then, even when I wake, I can still see his face, blotting
out everything else that I see, and in the morning, everything
feels... different.
I wake before the alarm
and get ready for school and I don't feel tired. I don't feel spacey;
I feel extremely refreshed. As I take my pill, I figure I must have
gotten over whatever it was that was ailing me.
I manage to make it to
school not too early. I took the slow, leisurely route and I'm even
able to enjoy the morning air.
Brock walks up to me and
smiles a warm smile, “feeling better I take it?”
“ Yup,” I nod,
“no more spacing out for me.”
The morning goes by
peacefully and quickly, and thankfully I am able to remember it all.
Sooner than I know, the lunch bell rings and I'm on my way to the
cafeteria with Brock and Evaughn.
“ Oh, did you hear
about the new student?” Evaughn makes small talk as we walk
through the hallway, “I heard he's from New Zealand or
something.”
“ Want to know what
I heard?” We hear students around us talking about the same
subject. The new kid.
“ What?”
“ I heard that he's
really hot.”
“ Is that all you
think about?”
“ Well, no, but it
is one of the primary things.”
“ You've such a
dirty mind.”
“ Yeah, well not as
bad as you.”
“ Whatever.”
I roll my eyes at the
people passing by. Brock catches my eye and makes gagging
“ For?”
“ I told my dad I'd
pick him up from the airport. If I don't leave now I'll be late.”
I walk quickly to my car.
I can't believe I forgot! I get in my car and make my way to the
airport. I try not to drive too fast, because getting pulled over
doesn't really save time.
The airport, thank god,
is not crowded. The good spots are nice and empty and the terminal is
close. I go into the airport, pick out a comfortable chair, and I
wait.
First, twenty minutes go
by, then forty, and then an hour. After a while I decide to call him.
I pull my cellphone out to call him and I'm about to hit send when I
see I have a voice mail.
“ Hello, Eden,”
I hear dad say in the voice mail, “I hope you get this before
you head to the airport, but I had an emergency meeting pop up, so I
won't be home for a few more days. I'll let you know when.” And
then that's it.
Great. I drove all the
way out to the airport for nothing. I sit there for a second
wondering how I could have missed his call. Was that one of my
inoperative moments?
“ Miss,”
someone says to me.
I look up. It's a
security guard.
“ Are you waiting
for someone?”
“ Oh,” I look
at my watch and tried not to look surprised at the time, “I was
here to pick up dad, but I just found out he won't be making it.”
I get my things and stand up.
“ Well, I'm sorry to
hear that,” the man says and walks away from me.
I walk out of the airport
and to my car. How had I managed to sit there for two hours after I
checked my voice mail? I shake my head and get into my car.
“ If this doesn't
let up soon I'm going to have to start setting an alarm clock during
the day.”
I get home and am
relieved to find that Marcia isn't there, At least now I don't have
to explain my lost hours to anyone. I get out of my car and go
inside.
The house is empty, but
it's a godsend at the moment. I clomp up the stairs to my bedroom,
change into my night clothes and fall asleep quickly in bed. And I
dream. It's not a good or bad dream. It's just a dream about a man,
and somehow I know I've seen him before.
The young man in my
dream, all I see is his face. His skin is tan from the sun and
stubble riddles his face. His golden brown hair is loose around his
face and his eyes are a pure gold color. The color is so intense that
I almost feel this dream man is seeing into my soul. I've never met
this man before, but I feel as though I know him. Not the
I-know-where-he-grew-up sort of knowing, but sort of a connection.
I see his face for the
entire night. His eyes burn into mine, scorching my soul with their
intensity. Then, even when I wake, I can still see his face, blotting
out everything else that I see, and in the morning, everything
feels... different.
I wake before the alarm
and get ready for school and I don't feel tired. I don't feel spacey;
I feel extremely refreshed. As I take my pill, I figure I must have
gotten over whatever it was that was ailing me.
I manage to make it to
school not too early. I took the slow, leisurely route and I'm even
able to enjoy the morning air.
Brock walks up to me and
smiles a warm smile, “feeling better I take it?”
“ Yup,” I nod,
“no more spacing out for me.”
The morning goes by
peacefully and quickly, and thankfully I am able to remember it all.
Sooner than I know, the lunch bell rings and I'm on my way to the
cafeteria with Brock and Evaughn.
“ Oh, did you hear
about the new student?” Evaughn makes small talk as we walk
through the hallway, “I heard he's from New Zealand or
something.”
“ Want to know what
I heard?” We hear students around us talking about the same
subject. The new kid.
“ What?”
“ I heard that he's
really hot.”
“ Is that all you
think about?”
“ Well, no, but it
is one of the primary things.”
“ You've such a
dirty mind.”
“ Yeah, well not as
bad as you.”
“ Whatever.”
I roll my eyes at the
people passing by. Brock catches my eye and makes gagging