Short+Story

Short Story (rough draft #1) Greece is a fantasy. A fantasy of a world. Or a fantasy in my dreams. Everyday, the sky is shown a crystal blue, while the clouds are flufed up absorbing the sun. When I was little, I would always think Greece was made up of hills. Hils, hills, everlasting hills. Where ever you are tan, white, or brown-castled houses cluttered everywhere. Here in Athens, the houses are like ruins. My house for example is very old. It always looks shabby, cracked, and about to fal apart. You can also see the crevices through the walls. But that's how Athens is. That's what I like most about this place. I absoulety love the atmosphere. Oh, I love starring out my window to look out through the town. The sellers selling their produce, children running and playing with joy, and lovers strolling on the cobble stone paths in the park. "Rhea Theodore, come downstaris for lunch!" Olga, the house maid exclaimed. "Coming, coming." I called. As I quickly dashed downstairs I spot my mother hands on her hips and her uni-brow like eyebrows are in the shape of a v. Her ruffled blue skirt flows below her feet and sways back and forth on the flithy ground. "Where have you been?You have been starring out your window again haven't you?" my mother questions me. "Sorry mother; it is a habit I have, come we shall eat I am starving." While I set the table, my older sister Cythia walks in with her daughter. "Pardon me if I am late, but I had to feed Lena." Cythia said. As Cythia placed Lena in her small bed, I cast a quick glance at my baby sister. I can now see why everyone says I look like her. like her, I to have long chestnut hair, hyacienth blue eyes, oval face, and a pendent of goddess Athena that my Grandmother gave both to Lena and me. On the other hand, Cythia, thinks that her daughter looks like our father, Alexandar. I know very little about my father. He was a general in the army, and NEVER came back home. My mother thinks he is dead. I still have some hope. But when I look at Lena I can see that everything will be fine for her. She won't need to face the hardship of losing he father like I did. I suddenly shook away what I was thinking and sat down for lunch. Next, when I started to put the plates away, I heard a knock. "Rhea Eric is here." Cythia said. I dropped the plates and ran to the door. Then I stood stationary waiting for him to come in. Even though, he can be absured at times, Eric is kind at heart. His hair as soft as velvet, and eyes the color Aquamarine, my boyfriend is a guy any girl could dream of. As soon as he walks in we both hug and kiss. "My love". Eric breathed on my lanky neack. "Let's go out." I insisted. Suddenly, the mail carier came and gave a letter to Cythia. After reading, Cythia's smile spread across her mouth like jelly on toast. "Troy's coming home this week!" she bellowed. Troy, Cythia's husbad, is truly muscular. He is very hear-warming and affable. Troy's job often makes him travel a lot so ne is never really home. "Mother I am leaving." I said. "Ok dear, be home by six. " my mother replied. A**s Eric takes my hand, we leave to go to our favorite place. Swans Creek is a beautiful place. The river sparkles at sunset. And whe it is really sunny, it is as if the trees hunch over to give us shade. Or sway back and fourth for some breeze. As we sit on the ever green grass, holding hand in hand and watch the sun set my head goes on his broad shoulder. "You know your father; he's still alive. " I looke at him and then awoken from from the serene music of nature. "Take me home." impaceintly I said waiting for him near the path. As we both walk toward my house, my boyfriend tells me something I have never heard before from anyone. "My father and yours were great friends in the army.. " Eric stopped. "Continue." I mumbled. "However, your father and mine went their seperate ways and never really reunited again, now that my father is gone at least I want your father to see you before he goes to." Eric boldly said. "Eric, that is so sweet of you but I don't know where my dad is at the time, where I am I supposed ot find him?" I replied "Dont worry Rhea; you will find him in time, God is always there with you." I looked at him and ran home. Troy has come home after a few days. Cythia and him are on vacation. I now take care of Lena. I am never hungry, leaving me to look like a stick without bones. My mother fears for me. In additon I pray to God Soter; the male personification of safety and delivery from harm. EVERDAY!!! I don't know why. It's Monday; the worst day of the week. I go to my Granmothers place. "Yes Yes dear your father is still alive." she tells me. After uncovering the whole story I conclude and decide to go find my father. From what I heard, my father was trying to run away from enimies. He tried to come back home but it was to risky. So, he spent the rest of his time living in his "other" home. Right then and there, I knew I had to find my father. With Grandma's belssing I go home and pack a few things. My valediction to my mother and Lena was not a good one. I left a note conveying to where I am going. At first writing a letter seemed better. I was just to lazy. Mother said father was dead. But I KNEW he was alive. Next day, Dear Notebook, I have nothing better to do so I am writing in this small pad of paper I found laying in my bag. I am on the edge of giving up. I searched practically everywhere. My father is now where to be seen. I hope to get some luck today. God bless me. As I walk a little farther I see a small cottage up ahead. I can tell it is near the out skirts of Athens. I knock on the door thinking to ask for just a glass of water. I then see a man appear. He doesn't look to young but not that old. He has some of my features. "My name is Rhea I am coming from a long tedious journey; can I get a glass of water." "Go away kid, I have nothing to give you. " I looked at him and instantly took a stance. "Well excuse me, I am just a 15 year old girl who is traveling everywhere to find her father, and comes to your door and kindly asks for some water; what you want me to die out here!" As the man turned away it seemed like his back talked to my face. "Look kid, I hate kids, and for your info I don't even have enough food to feed my self so go away." Then, when I looked in to his hazel devlish eyes I said something that I never told anyone before. "You know what." 'WHAT!!" he shouted. I was about to explode. "You have no life, your meanest person I have ever met, and to top it all off no wonder you have not social life you live in the place of no where!!" I argued. "God kid you have some anger issues, but thanks for the compliment." "Well when I die I hope you come to my funeral." I said. He growled and slammed the door almost hitting my face. "Man, poeple today..." I muttered. As I turn and walk away I stop in my tracks and looked back at the the puny house. I felt like and idoit right then. I might as well go back and say I am sorry. I go back to the house and knock on the door. "Oh god, kid I thought you were dead I had a black suit ready and all for the burial." As I looked at his disheveld apperance I mumbled. "Ha ha very funny." "Look sir, I am very sorry for what I have said to you, my name is Rhea Theodore;do you know anyone by the name of Alxandar by any chance?" Suddenly the man stopped and gazed into my eyes. "Rhea?... it's me your fahter." the man said. I looked at the man for a long while. If this man was really my father I think was going to faint. I decided to put him to the test. "If you are really my fahter here's a secretive question my father only knew;where is my birthmark?" "That's easy, on your ass." he chuckled. I quickly smiled yet embrassed and jumped for joy. After, we huged each other and then I came into his house and tell him why I am here. "Dad why did you leave us, now that you are alive things at home will be so much better. " My father takes me into his long arms. He smiles and nods. The next day comes by when I have to go back home. "Father come with me, mother and the rest of the family will be very happy . " "Rhea darling, I will come at the right time." I come home tired and happy to. Mother a worry wort that she is, yells at me for leaving abruptly. I tell her that father is still alive and he will come home soon. Mother immeidately starts cleaning/decorating the house. ** A few days have past. I have just finished buying food from the market. When coming home, the lights are all out. Out of nowhere everyone shouts SUPRISE!! I toatlly forgot it was my birthday! Then wearing a blue plaid shirt and jeans, my dad warmly smiled. I ran to him and hugged him. My whole family rejoiced. "Without Eric I think I woudln't t be able to make it." my father eyed Eric. I quickly walk up to him and kiss him on the lips. "Thank you."

In the end, everyone starts heading out of my house. When I bid everyone good bye my father looks me in the eyes. "You know what kid, I am happy you didn't die." "Me to dad, me to."