暑假记录4 习作C2

Chapter two

     “So, you’re telling me vampires exist?” Jeff was dead serious, smiley face all gone. And he said this, loud.

     “Shh, be quiet! Do you want everybody to hear you?” I glanced around nervously.

     “It’s not like anyone is going to believe you.” He said, a smirk on his face.

     I had to admit, I was a little disappointed that he didn’t believe me. Well, what did I expect? In these days, who believes in vampire? “Yeah well, you shouldn’t either. I’m just telling my story, the card didn’t say you have to believe.”

     His expression softened a little bit. “This story is really hard to believe, you know?”

     “I know. And it is something that has been bothering me. I didn’t expect you believe, but, you are the first person I have ever told this story to.” I said.

     “Really? You never even tell your dearest butler?” He arched an eyebrow.

     “Nah. I didn’t want him to worry.” Then, seeing his smile, I added. “I told you because I had been keeping too much thoughts in my brain, it’s about to burst.” I made a face.

     “So I’m your trash can.” He grinned and picked a card. “My turn.”

     I read over his shoulder:

     Truth: Say something about the person next to you.

     Dare: Talk with the accent of your choice for the next hour.

     “Is there an hour until we get off the plane?” I asked

     “Yeah.” He said. “We have an hour and ten minutes until we land.”

     I couldn’t help it, he looked so miserable, I cracked up again. “Which one do you choose?”

     “Truth.” He sighed.

     “Sighing is not good for children.” I grinned. “Now, spill.”

     He studied me, his ocean blue eyes bored into me.

     “You are very----active, open, boyish, cool, cute, a little jumpy, a little silly and if the story you told me is true, then you’re brave too. You are like my sister, she died last week…” He closed his eyes.

     “Thanks for the comments, and I’m sorry about your sister.” After I ran his words through my head, something didn’t feel right. “Wait, you said your sister died last week?”

     Then I realized that was something harsh for me to say. “You don’t have to tell me, you don’t----”

     He cut me off, “It’s ok. Yeah, she died last week. What do you want to know?”

     “Um, what was her name?” I knew the answer before he told me.

     “Katy, her name is, was Katy, but everybody called her Kat.” He said, I saw the pain in his eyes. “The day after Halloween, we found her body in front of the graveyard.”

     I couldn’t help it. I burst into tears, I didn’t attend to Kat’s funeral, there’s too much pain. Every time I thought of Kat, there was a voice inside of me saying, you killed her, she died because of you.

     Jeff seemed surprise, “You don’t have to shed tears over my little sister.” He forced a smile, but I can see a lot of pain in his eyes.

     “No. Your sister died because of me, it’s my fault.” I sobbed.

     He stared incredulously at me, “What on earth are you talking about?”

     “Kat, she’s my best friend. We played ‘trick or treat’ on Halloween. We got in to a fight, she ran off. So, her death is my fault. I’m so so so sorry. ” I said, voice trembling.

     To my surprise, Jeff only patted me and said, “The past is the past. Yes, Kat’s death gave us a lot of pain, but we have to move on, right?” He smiled at me. Then, he added, “You see? Life is full of miracle, one had just happened.”

     “huh? I didn’t see any miracle.” I looked around. When I turned back, I caught him looking at my cross necklace. Something very different from his usual self was showing in his eyes. Dangerous? Cold? Pure evil? Then he glanced at me, saw me looking at him, and quickly glanced away.

     What was that all about?

     “No? The miracle happened before your eyes! I just had an amazing speech, and how often does that happens? Never.” He said with a sarcastic tone in his voice.

     That did it, I finally gave him a little smile.

     “After she died, I think I’ve changed, I’ve learned how to hide my emotions, all this time, I thought her death was my fault. Now, I meet someone that thinks the same.” He said as he handed me one of the soda cans.

     We opened our cans. I raised mine, “To us, to Kat!”

     “To us, to Kat!” His smiley face finally returned.

     “No offense, but how did she die?” I knew that answer too, and this answer was the one I feared the most. “Was it her neck…?”

     “Yes. So maybe your story is true after all.” He said, a little wary.

     “Yeah, I guess.” I quickly change the subject. I cocked my head at the cards, “You still wanna play?

     He checked his watch, “Nah, We’re landing.”

     Just as he said that, the sweet voice ran through our plane again, “Ladies and gentlemen, we’ll soon be landing at John F Kennedy Airport……”

     “So, is this goodbye?” I asked, hoping we would meet again.

     “Maybe, maybe not. Whether we meet again depends on fate.” He said, but his eyes were giving me that chilling look again.

     One by one, we walked off the plane. The morning light was shinning brightly, I breathed the fresh air and sighed happily, turning to Jeff. He was gazing at the blue sky, smiling to himself. I gave Jeff a quick hug, a very friendly one. And then we parted.