Chasing A Starlight

CHAPTER THREE - (sample)

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ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʀᴀʀᴇʟʏ ɢᴏ ɪɴ. My father's old office. It's filled with old empty cardboard boxes that I was too lazy to recycle, his desk and a few things were still lying around in that room — even before then, the room was never truly empty. Not when it was filled with bad memories I had of my father. Corbyn Walsh was a workaholic, he worked and drinked — I never learned which he loved to do more. My father died from a seizure alone at night — in his sleep and I can only hope it was painless. And I can only pray he's somewhere better. Hoping he found some sort of peace, at least his version of peace.

He was all I had, and this room that I barely stepped in is all I have left of him. Half of his stuff was donated, and the things I couldn't give away are somewhere — hidden in the cramped room.

I kicked a box the second I stepped into the room and made room for myself to walk in. I kept saying I'd organize the room or fix it a little, but it got postponed everytime. It's always something, too tired after work, a school assignment due long ago — I didn't like to admit it, but the bigger reason was always because I didn't like facing the reminders of my father. But it looked like I had to today.

Hayley wanted a box, and she refused to let me back in the car without one, she's almost as stubborn as I am, which meant she was really not going to let me back in that car if I came back empty handed. The first box I kicked was ripped.

I turned on the light and Blue was already in the room, wagging his tail as he walked further into the room. I didn't pay him any attention as I walked towards the stacked boxes. The first one was full of books, no doubt written by my father. I lifted the heavy box, placed it on the floor and pushed it near the desk.

"Blue, out of the way." I wavered my hand, trying to get him to move, but he just sat there, staring right at me. I rolled my eyes as I moved on to the second box, it was filled with papers. The box was light so I threw the papers on the desk, making a mental reminder to properly store them away later. Even if that's probably never.

I untapped the box, flattened it, and folded it under my arms as I grabbed my phone from my back pocket to check the time on my way out.

I pushed my foot against the door, "c'mon Blue, we're done here."

With that, he wagged his tail and pushed himself out of the room. I closed the door and made my way downstairs, praying to God that Hayley didn't leave without me. We were already late for classes, and she sent me back inside the house for a stupid box.

The second I walked out of the house with the box in my hand Hayley pulled down the car window with a smile on her face, "You got it!"

"I got it." I whispered under my breath, I threw the box in the back seat the second I sat in the car, "now let's go, we're late."

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"I want a page on the recent accident." Professor Daniel said.

I turned to face Hayley, "what accident?"
She wasn't frustrated that I was asking because I never keep up with the news. That's why I was freezing my ass off today, I didn't know the weather would change so drastically overnight and by the time I stepped outside in my skirt going back to change would only have me late for class.

Apparently a storm is on its way to Minnesota. We won't get the most of it, just a little. More angry wind to ruin our summer. That's what Hayley said. She's a journalist at heart because unlike me, she does watch the news, read articles, and she does know things like which celebrities ate a pizza for breakfast.