A short story by Mandy. Emily. I walked home alone from school every day. My house wasn’t that far away and I needed the time to relax after the day. I was quite the loner. My dad worked late, so I was alone most of the time anyway. I didn’t have very many friends and my days were all pretty much the same since my mom “left” as my dad says. My dad wasn’t the same either; he spent more time signing papers at work-that was all he did, I swear-and seemed to be avoiding me completely. I’ve read about this kind of stuff happening, so I never mentioned it to him. Then Emily came. She changed everything. She just kind of… showed up. She came to school one day and sat in a seat like she’s been there her whole life, which she hadn’t. Nobody seemed to think that she didn’t belong. It was like everyone was pulling a prank on me. A few strange things about Emily: She didn’t have a last name. She always wore these light dresses, even though it was always cold outside. And the weirdest thing was that after about a week of her being at my snobby private school, she talked to me. All she talked about was this season. She called it “summer.” She wistfully described the warmth and flowers and grass and over all beauty. It sounded wonderful. After a few weeks of us being pretty good friends, my dad came home and sat on the couch with me. It was quite odd. “Jonathan, have you been making friends?” “Uh… Yeah, dad.” “Good, good. Is there a particularly strange one?” “Um… I guess so. There’s this one girl called Emily. She’s a bit strange,” A look of weird recognition and relief crossed his face. “That’s fantastic! I need you to trust her, okay?” “… Uh… All right, dad. I need some sleep.” “Right, right, go ahead, son.” I awkwardly stood up and walked upstairs to my way-too-big room. I jumped into my bed but had some trouble sleeping. I read to get my mind off of how strange it was that my dad knew Emily. I was asleep within an hour. In homeroom, Emily told me to meet her outside after school. I did. When I got there she was sitting all alone against the cold brick of the school building. She stood up. “I need you to come with me,” was the first thing she said. I need you to trust her. “Alright.” I followed her. She walked me to the edge of the school grounds and told me to kneel on the snow. I need you to trust her. “Alright.” I did as she said. “Put your palms on the snow and close your eyes.” I need you to trust her. “Alright.” I obeyed. She touched my temple lightly. She shocked me. My first thought was that she had been in the carpeted library, but then the shocks made their way from my fingertips and up my arms. Frostbite? No. I need you to trust her. I forced myself to not flinch at the pain that lingered in my shoulders and kept my eyes closed. “Relax, you’re making history.” What? Suddenly the pain stopped completely. “It worked! Yes! Johnny! Open you eyes! Look how beautiful!” I opened my eyes. The very first thing I saw was green. Everywhere. Then, there were flowers and a blue sky. I stood and backed up, frightened. “What did you make me do?” “You brought summer to Earth! You’re the only one who could’ve done it! And you did!” She threw herself at me in a hug that knocked me back even more. “I never thought I would see it! It was so beautiful!” “Wait, what?” “Oh! You don’t know anything, do you?” She laughed and let me go. “You’re dad’s the head master!” “My dad’s only puts his name on things…” “That’s a cover! You’re dad and I live very far away. Well, your dad lived very far away. Now your mother does. She came from here. She always hated snow; belonged with us.” “Get to the poi- what about my mom?” “She lives with me! She can come back with me ever year!” “Wait… Hold on, Ems, I-“ She started… fading. “Oh, my… it seems that they are calling me back to the school… I’ll see you next year, All right?” “Wait! I don’t…” “Ask your dad!” She called as she disappeared completely. I was standing alone in a green field. I walked home alone, looking at the new, warm, beautiful scenery. My dad is so going to kill me. I took a deep breath, walked into my house and… was hugged again. “You did amazingly, son, I’m so proud of you!” “Uh… What did I do…?” “You brought summer!” “Yeah, but why? How? What haven’t you told me?” “Have a seat. I have some explaining to do.” I sat. “I don’t… sign things. I’m the headmaster of a… school for a certain type of people. Who don’t live in this dimension. There is other ways to put it, but that one probably makes the most sense. It’s like earth, but it’s always like this outside.” He pointed to the window. “Always. “In my school, we learn how to manipulate the elements and seasons. It’s very difficult, but Emily always excelled at it. Emily can change the season of a whole land mass at one time.” “Than why did she need me? And why did you guys want to change the “season” of Earth?” “Recently another dimension had appeared. It was always winter-that’s what we call the cold season-and it upset the balance of the dimensions. We couldn’t change its season, because it was way too new, but we still needed more summer, so we went with Earth. We decided to change only a few months to restore the balance.” “But why did you need me?” “It’s ancient knowledge that you need the child of a changer-me-and a regular human-your mother-to change anything about a whole dimension. No one knows why, it just is. I’m just glad your mother choose Emily to do the job and not Melanie or Jane. I’m so glad I picked her to hold up my job while I’m here. Why don’t you go lie down for a while?” “So how do you change it back to winter?” “Emily agreed to come back every September and change it back.” “Does she still need me?” “Yeah, you will help, right? Without this everything will crash. The balance is one of the most necessary things in the entire universe. It dies without balance.” “Yeah, I guess I’ll help… So my dad runs a school for magical people in another dimension and my mother runs it while he’s not there?” “That’s one way to put it, I guess…” I grinned, “That is so awesome!” So every September and May Emily comes back and we change the season. She shows up randomly sometimes too, like when she has off of school. She brings Mom occasionally, but not all the time. I’m grateful for her, anyway. I’m still not very social and she’s one of my only friends. It’s like a novel, or a dream.
Posted on: Tue, 04 Mar 2014 14:23:59 +0000
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