From: dbriggs Newsgroups: alt.ql.creative Subject: QL: "Farm Boy" - Part Four Date: Sun, 26 Jan 1997 20:59:33 -0800 Organization: IDT Message-Id: <32EC3635.21CB@mail.idt.net> Nntp-Posting-Host: ppp-6.ts-1.yon.idt.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Chapter Four Kelly walked up the stairs leading to the family's bedrooms watching her boyfriend wal through the door. She turned into his cluttered room and sat down on his bed. Her mind wondered through a beautiful garden of thoughts, but the garden was overgrown with weeds. She was going though a tough time - a time she sooner or later had to tell her boyfriend about. All day, she had been searching for the right time and words to tell him but all day it seemed like the wrong place and the wrong time. She did not want them to be forced with the responsiblities that they sooner or later had to face. She wanted them to live simply as two teenagers in lover are supposed to - not take on the problems of the adult world. Sam walked through the door carrying his bookbag and her binder. He placed both items down on the ground near the bed with a loud thump starling Kelly. She saw a white piece of paper come out of her binder and bent over to pick it up. She read the words on it as her mind - for the first time that day - fully made her forget about her problems - at least temporarily. She felt a small smile come over her lips. Sam sat down at the foot of the bed next to her. He tried to get a better look at what his girlfriend wa holding. "What are you reading?" "It's just a letter my friend sent me." She tilted the letter towards him as she rested her head on her boyfriend's shoulder. "He's the guy I told you about at rehersal." "Can I see it?" Sam asked curious about what was written, especially curious about the mysterious writer of the letter. She quickly read the letter thinking about Sam's request. She did not want to reveal what was written. It was her letter containing her secrets and her news. "No, but I'll read it to you," she told her boyfriend. "Really?" "Yes," she answered before she started to read the letter. "Well, he starts by saying the usual. You know 'How are you? I'm fine. I'm having a great time, as great as I cna being stuck on the base.'" *The only way this guy could have a good time is if he's fooling around a lot. Little does ne know - I can translate his letters. as my ma would say, 'Kelly sometimes you have a really dirty mind.' At least I'm not doing dirty acts like y brother ad him are - way too much freedom I think.* She looked up at her boyfriend. *Something isn't dirty if you really love a person. Is it?* "You know it kind of says all of tha general stuff about life." She folder the letter placing it down on her lap. "Tell me more." "Are you sure?" He nodded. "Ok. I don't know why. It's just a letter, and you don't even the guy." "It's a part of your life, and I want to know all about everything." "Oh. Ok. I don't really mind anyway," she said opening the letter again. "You know that my birthday was last month." "Happy birthday." "Thanks again," she said holding onto the thin gold necklace he gave her for a present. She always wore teh necklace as a symbol of his love for her. "Well, he wished me a happy birthday and a good year. Actually he says, 'Time to part and live young, kid, before you get to be old lke me.'" She smiled at the homor of his statement. She reread the line of the letter again to herself, and let out a maused giggle. 'No way is my friend that old. To tell you th truth, he's definitely living it up more than anybody in the universe." Sam was more curious about Kelly's friend. How old is he?" "Well, the way I figure it, he's oly about your brother's age. So, he's only twenty-two." "Twenty-two!?" *Either Kelly is not talking about Al, or she has a very weird sense of telling time. Most probably it is not Al at all, but somebody else entirely. Kelly's just a normal teenager, just like everyone else at school.* "No," she finally said slowly. "He's twenty-three now. Our birthdays are about a month apart, even though he's five years older. He's a Genini." *Is Gemini in April or June?* Sam thought. *I'm a Leo, since my birthday is in August. I think Al's birthday is in June.* "Do you want to know something cool? I think that your signs should be reversed. You're a Leo, and Leos are supposed to be wild and outgoing. He's a Gemini, and Geminis are supposed to be really smart and be interested in many different things. You're both completely different then your signs, so maybe you should switch," she said. "Did you ever notice that somethings in life are really weird?" "You're weird." "I'm not weird," she said. "It's the rest of the world that is." Her eyes skimmed over the letter, until they rested on a passage near the bottom of the page. The passage looked like it had been squeezed in at the last moment, as if originally he did not want to mention any of th information it contained. He told her that she was the only one that he told about it, and by the looks of the letter it appeared that he didn't even want to tell her. She slowly read the passage quietly. "Sam, do you believe in deja vu?" she finally asked. "Why?" "Well, he said that it might have happened to him," she said motioning to the letter. "I was just wondering if you believed in it." "I read somthing about that in one of the books that I got from one of the town's doctors, either Dr. Burger of Dr. Miller. It says that deja vu is caused when there is a hiccup in the brain, and the right and left side of the brain experience the exact same thing but a microsecond apart, so it seems that the person is living the same experience twice although it only happened once." She smiled at him. "YOu know you look so cute when you act smart, Sammy. But why can't you just quit that mambo jumbo sometimes? If it wasn't for that brain stuff, do you believe that a person could relive the same experience twice. Maybe a person could relive a certain night," she said looking at the letter. She looked up at Sam. "Or maybe a period of time even longer than that, such as a day or even a few days." *I'm doing that right now! I'm reliving my youth. I guess that one could call the situation that I'm in right now a kind of deja vu.* "Anything is possible." "I though you would say that." She read teh passage again. One line in the paragraph greatly stuck out among all of the rest. It read, "One word stuck in my mind - Destinty." It was the same word that her boyfriend remembered and told her right after he won the basketball game against Bentleyville last Thanksgiving. She remembered that her boyfriend did not remember anything that happened during the few days before the game, unlike her friend who claimed to experience the exact same night twice. Even though these experiences were different, she had feeling that both events were interconnected by the single word Destiny. Both young men did not tell her about any mental concrete connections to the word, probably because there were none. They only knew the abstract word that somthing they were certain of was to come. "Sam," Mrs. Beckett called to them from the bottom of the stairs. "Kelly, I think the oven is calling you. The timer just went off." "I'll be right down," she called back. She placed the letter on the bed, and raced down the stairs. Sam leaned over on the bed and picked up the letter. He wanted to know more about what was writen there. His eyes immediately wnt down to the bottom of the page. He could not believe what he was seeing. He rubbed his eyes with his hand, and looked at the letter again. It was still there. He was shocked at what was written, even though a small part of him had been certain of it all along. Still, he felt a sense of great disbelief at the world around him. He felt that he was transported into another realm of reality - a world where anything is possible. He guessed that it was logical, but he could not understand what was happening. What in the letter is shocking Sam? Read Chapter Five to find out. Monica