Fiction: Group 4
My head shot up, meeting his gentle gaze. I never told anyone, not a word, how did he
find out? I wondered as I looked deep into his eyes. They were brown and sweet like chocolate, sparkling
under the start of sunset. I could have stared forever.
“Don’t tell me you weren’t aware of someone staring at you every time you walk into
your house after swimming practice.” I shot him a coy grin. It was him all along.
We ended up chatting for a while, about swimming, our families and loads of other stuff.
It was so comfortable. The sun went down finally when I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was my brother,
Kyle. A pang of a mixture of fear, fury and curiosity hit me. I was with the boy of my dreams, but that
didn’t mean I was all calm and peaceful.
“Um…Mum and Dad wanted me to ask you if we could talk…You know, about things
that happened earlier…?” He scratched his head, avoiding direct eye contact. He looked at Finn, obviously
not wanting to continue this conversation in front of a stranger. He hadn’t behaved in such obedience and
manner ever since he started drugs. I was suspicious, but a tiny part of me was beginning to think that things
just might heal, that we could fix this after all.
“Okay.” I got on my feet and was about to follow Kyle home. Suddenly, Finn reached
and wrapped his hand around mine, stopping me dead in my tracks.
“Can we go to and leave swimming practice together from now on?” He studied my
features as he asked carefully.
With a wide grin, I replied, “Sure.” I was anticipating life for the very first time.
