Friday, December 15, 2006

Sleep Deprivation

I want to be sleeping right now. But, as some of you may have already guessed, I'm actually not asleep. Let's see what The Drewcifer can drag out of his writer's block?

"Christine! I need your help!" Iris ran through the forest, branches moving of their own accord out of her way. She kept yelling for Christine, doing it very loudly.

"Christine! Where are you? You said you'd be here for me when I needed you!" Iris was on the verge of tears. Then again, Iris was often on the verge of tears. She stopped running and stood, panting. Just when she was about to give up, a blonde girl about her height stepped out from behind a tree.

"Iris what seems to be the trouble? How can I help you?" The girl's voice was such that she didn't so much ask as she nearly sang her inquiries. There was a lilting quality to her voice, something that could brighten even the gloomiest day when heard. As she heard that voice, Iris reflected that maybe things weren't quite so bad after all.

"Christine--" she began, but was cut off by the other girl.

"Chris. Please, Iris, call me Chris. We've been over this."

"Right sorry," said Iris apologetically. "Anyway," she said, looking emphatically at Chris. "I need you to help me out. There's a boy."

Chris laughed her melodious laugh. "Boy trouble, sis? You have come to the right girl for this one."

Iris frowned a little as she pressed on. "Yes well, just because you're better at it doesn't mean you have to rub it in my face." She nodded, as if agreeing with herself. "I don't think he even likes me, but. . .I love him, Chris. And I want him to love me."

Chris smiled at Iris, once again warming the other girl's heart. "Don't you worry about a thing, sis. Just relax and let me take care of it. Close your eyes now."

Iris closed her eyes and Chris reached out a hand, resting it on Iris's forehead. "Just let Chris take care of it for you, Iris," she whispered. "Let me take your burden for a while."

Iris opened her eyes, and sat up in her bed. She walked over to the mirror and smiled. "Looking good Christine," she said, in a lilting, melodious voice. She ran a brush through the blonde hair that had been jet black when she had laid down. Chris smiled at her reflection and muttered "That's right sis. I'll get this all taken care of."

2 comments:

Jenny said...

I like the adjective "lilting."

I do not like cliffhangers.

I'm intrigued by this story. Do go on, please :)

Jessica said...

I like A LOT. :D