Reconciliation: A Short Story

Reconciliation Interrupted by the faint sounds of birds chirping and grass swaying in the gentle breeze, the calming silence became a distant memory. As the birds flapped their wings, moving at the edge of the tiny meadow, from one tree to the next, they cast their shadows over the body of a small brown skinned, black haired girl. She lay on her back in the hilltop grass, facing directly up towards the almost blinding light of the afternoon sun. Her dark skin, holding a lively warm glow, reflected the rays of sunlight off of her quickly flickering eyelids. Suddenly, they were open, revealing her dark brown almond shaped eyes and her ever so slightly off white sclera. She took in a deep and refreshing breath before using her thin arms to push …show more content…
In a state of urgency, she looked the watch on her left wrist, the one that had been vibrating as a morning alarm, to check the time. 7:00am, the watch read. “Oh crap, I need to get out of bed!” she yelled at herself. “What the heck!” her sister, Julia, exclaimed, “ Pema, why are you still up there? I thought you were in the bathroom.” “Thanks mom and Julia,” Pema replied, looking at each person respectively. She then picked up her phone unplugging it from the charger she had so carefully mazed though the frame of her bed to reach right next to her head. Then she throwing the soft, down, blanket off of her and swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, she realized that her phone had been buzzing, vibrating and lighting up for a while now, to let her know of the notifications awaiting her. Looking at her phone, Pema saw that there had been three hundred and twenty six notifications of likes on the instagram photo she had posted of her and her suitcase, at midnight, followed by a paragraph explaining her excitement about leaving to visit Tibet. Kicking her legs swiftly back and forth, she let out a …show more content…
As she strode to the bathroom, her phone continued to buzz letting her know of the continuous likes on her photo. When she got to the bathroom she opened the mirror that hung above the sink, to retrieve her toothbrush and continued on her morning routine, checking her phone every few seconds to make sure she hadn’t missed a call or a facetime or to make sure someone hadn’t texted her and so on. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, she headed over to the cabinet in the kitchen that held the cereal. Face glued to her screen and not looking a hundred percent aware of her surroundings, she opened the cabinet and pulled out a box of cereal, pouring it into a bowl and accidently missing the every other