Hello Internet!
Yes, I have written a story! It is based around one of my all time favourite song, sung by my all time favourite singer! It will come in chapters every few days to keep checking to be kept in the loop! Hope you like it :D
© Chapter 1:
Dear Grace,
Do you remember
when…
*Sigh* “No, I can’t write that” I looked out of the
window opposite me, leaning back in my chair hoping that some inspiration would
come to me as fast as the rain was coming down outside. It was one of those
typical, dreary days that England has to offer, and to be honest it wasn’t doing
me any good.
“Josh are you still
working on that letter? You’ve been at it for hours. Come and take a break,
I’ll grab you a beer”
“I need to get this finished Matt, it’s been almost 9
years since we last talked…I just need to know she’s okay”
At that moment Matt gave me a suspicious look, “So you
wanna know if she’s okay do you?” I gave him a glare, so he went and sprawled
out on the sofa, getting the hint that I wasn’t in the jokey mood I’m usually
in.
Grace and I had been friends ever since we were kids,
both our mothers called us inseparable but we preferred to think of ourselves
as partners in crime…of the cookie jar that is. We used to meet up all the
time, rain or shine. As long as we were together nothing else mattered. We
often snuck down to the beach and met next to the old shack right by the shore
in the evenings or early in the mornings, to scavenge for crab and lobster
shells for fun. Grace always came prepared with her wicker flower basket she
got for her 6th birthday, whereas the only thing I brought was my rain coat.
Once we’d had enough of rummaging our hands through the sand and shingle, we
would bury ourselves in the seaweed that covered the far part of the beach. We’d
gather bucket loads (or basket loads) of it and pile it up into a huge mound
and pretend it was a raging sea monster of the high seas! Grace would then
pretend to be the damsel in distress and I, her knight in shining armour.
But these antics were often short lived as we had to
race back to our homes before any one realised we were gone, leaving the salty
mound of sea weed to be destroyed by the incoming wind and waves.
But when Grace was 10 her parent’s died in a car
accident in Wales…she was devastated, we barely talked after this happened. I
used to go down to beach, just in front of the old shack, by myself in the
evenings watching the waves as they broke against the rocks, hoping that she
would come down and meet me there once again. It must have done this for around
3 weeks when I finally noticed her slowly walking down towards me. Without her
basket. She sat me down and began to cry, her hair was plastered to her face
from the salty spray. She explained that because she had no one here anymore,
she had to go and live with her Grandmother in America. Everything seemed to slow
down when she told me this, I just couldn’t believe it. The thought of never
being able to see her again seemed to rip me apart. After an hour of sitting in
silence, we both parted and went our own ways back to our homes, not worried of
the thought of our carers giving us hell when we got back.
The next day a letter came for me, my mother gave it to
me with a sympathetic grin, “Grace dropped this round earlier while you were
sleeping…I didn’t want to wake you.” I took it and ran up to my bedroom,
unsuccessfully attempting to keep in the flood of tears that had been bursting
to get out since my mother gave me the envelope. It was red and pristine, not a
crease or an ink slodge in sight, and on the front was just my name. Josh.
Josh,
I’m really going to
miss you, there won’t be a day that goes by when I’ll stop thinking about you.
I had to drop this letter round this morning because by the time you’re reading
this I’ll probably already be on the plane, I really did want to give it to you
in person but your mum said that you were sleeping, and I didn’t think it was
fair to wake you just for a letter…
Anyhow, this is my
Grandmother’s address. If you want to, we can keep in touch by letters, gran
says it’s too expensive to ring every day so this is the only alternative. I’m
really sorry, maybe when we’re older we can meet up again?
Goodbye,
Love Grace x
By the time I’d read the letter the tears I had been
fighting back were streaming down my face.
I can’t really remember the rest of that day, all it
seems to me now is a blur. But I do remember me and Grace exchanging letters,
this happened for a year or so before us both forgot about each other as we ventured
off to college. A chance to finally start our lives as our own. But
unfortunately for me I had some…concentration issues. All I could think about
was Grace.
Because of this, my grades hit rock bottom and I
dropped out college. That’s why I’m here now I guess. 23 years old, no job, no
girlfriend and living with a roommate that cares more about his beer than the
rent…
