A written warning, use this book wisley. The feather pen to your left will be used. What is written upon a page of this book shall give you your chance. What was done will be erased, what you do in place of it will be written. Everyone deserves a second chance. What you do with yours should be for the good. If you choose to do bad with this gift, your crime shall recieve proper punishment.
Beka loved her Saturdays; it was her day to relax, her chance to decompress and most of all, her day to sleep in. Monday thru Friday she was up before dawn and asleep no earlier than ten. So her Saturdays were a treasure to her, she didn’t have to be anywhere and could do absolutely nothing all day, if she wanted to. Beka did love her job and everything that came with it, but she loved her weekends more. On her Friday nights, whether she was out late on a date or up watching a movie, the one thing that never changed was the next day she could always sleep in.
On this Saturday morning of early December, the frigid air hit Beka like an ice block wall, as she opened the front door to grab her paper from off the porch. Frost clung to the bushes and blades of grass down past it; a small reminder that winter had only just begun. She quickly snatched up the rolled newspaper and ran back inside to the warmth of her seventy- five degree home, before Jack Frost nipped at her nose or whatever else he chose to.
Beka owned her home and loved owning one. It was her castle, her domain and her sanctuary. As she walked towards the kitchen, she grabbed the blanket from off of the couch and carried it with her over to the kitchen table, where her coffee mug waited. She sat down, wrapped the blanket over her legs and took a sip from her mug to send the chill inside of her out. She sat the mug down and pulled the rubber band from around the newspaper and unfolded it. Her eyes scanned the front, reading the local news and a small bold title near the bottom caught her attention. The familiar face in the picture sent a chill back into her.
Local woman found dead in apartment; suicide
Beka knew who the woman was, at least she knew the girl she used to be. It was Stephanie. Her best friend Stephanie from middle school, her best friend up until halfway through their freshman year of high school, when Beka thought she had become too cool for Stephanie. The memories flooded quickly in of her behavior towards the girl, how coldly she had blown her off and all the times she had participated in calling her names right along with the other jerks that made up for some of her classmates.
She laid the paper down and stood up, sending the blanket down to a heap upon the hardwood floor. She rushed to her bedroom and over to her closet for the cardboard box on the shelf above, that held her childhood tokens. She carried it over to her bed and sat it down; another memory flooded her mind just then. Something else she had done to the girl, something she had pushed so far back into her mind, hoping to forget it.
And she had for a while, yet here it was, as clear as day, torturing her once again. Beka lifted the lid and dug inside for her senior yearbook and pulled it out. She carried it back to the kitchen and sat down at the table again, the blanket remained where it lay. She flipped through the pages until she found her friend’s picture and stared at it.
Innocent eyes stared back at her, innocent and sad ones. Determination boldly came from them as well. Her friend had taken the humiliation very bravely she remembered. She had disappeared for a week afterward, which had torture Beka, but reappeared the following Monday looking unshaken. Her hair had been repaired into a nicely cut bob and she had remembered how her friend held her chin high, declaring herself unfaltering.
Beka had quivered in shame that day and had stayed far away from her friend thereafter. She never had the guts to say sorry and never crossed paths with her again. She had held her friend arm down that day, along with another and watched as Tiffany Meyers cut away at the girl’s beautiful long locks and did nothing to stop it. Beka could not even remember why she had agreed to do such an evil deed and never could believe she followed through on it. Even when her friend’s confused and pleading eyes stared up at her, Beka still held her arm firmly down.
Could that cruel deed had been the start to a troubled life for her friend thereafter? Her strong, indestructible wall a false front..? Beka knew the answer and shut the book. She looked down to the newspaper and read the headline again; that was when she spotted it. Lying underneath the newspaper was a small leather bound book. She slid the paper off and read the words, The Book of Second Chances.
She opened its cover and read the note inside. A written warning… it had said. Was this serious? She thought, but knew she would pick up that pen and would take that chance still. She would make up for a mistake that should have never happened. Beka held tight to the pen and wrote her pleading declaration.
I had held her down and let it happen… she wrote and then found herself staring into her locker mirror. She turned around and found the hall to her school surrounding her. Everything was just as it was thirteen years ago. She knew it was December; Christmas color streamers lined the hallway with tacky homemade wreaths hung along it every so often. She remembered that Mrs. Hathaway had made with her fake floral and glue gun.
The textbooks stacked inside her locker told her it was freshman year, the day however she had no idea. She scanned the hallway for Stephanie, searching for the girl’s face amongst the other students that crowded it. A few minutes later, Beka spotted her coming around the corner at the end her way. At the sight of her, Beka knew what day it was; it was that following Monday morning. Her hair had already been cut; the damage had already been done.
Why send me back for a second chance, but on a day to late? The question screamed in her mind. Stephanie held her head high and walked past her without a glance in her direction. Tears formed in Beka’s eyes and her stomach churned with guilt. She wanted to fix her wrong, but what could she do now? She could say she was sorry, but would that be enough? Beka didn’t think another second chance would come around and she had no idea how much long she had left to get this one. She turned back to her locker and caught her image in the tiny mirror, giving her the needed answer. She reached up and touched her long hair.
An eye for an eye…She thought and slammed her locker shut. She turned and raced over to the nearest classroom; Mrs. Hathaway’s and found the teacher thankfully absent inside. Beka raced over to her desk and opened the top drawer. Inside laid the pair of scissors where she knew she would find them and she took them out. She carried them safely in her hand back to the hallway and searched for her friend. She found Stephanie at her at her locker and with heart pounding in her chest, tears rolling down her cheeks, Beka walked over to her.
“Stephanie…” was all she could muster and her friend turned around to face her.
Beka reached up and grabbed a chuck of her locks and cut it off with the scissors.
“Beka, no… wait…” Stephanie protested, but Beka ignored her friend and grabbed another lock and cut it and then another, until every long strand of her hair lay on the floor at her feet. Tears streamed down both girls’ faces, no words were spoken, but both knew what the other was saying. The hallway faded around Beka until only Stephanie remained clear to her.
“I’m sorry…” quickly shot past her lips as the girl disappeared and her bathroom mirror replaced her. A sob broke out of her as she blinked the tears from her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror. Trembling, she turned and walked into her bedroom and looked at her alarm clock. It was a little after nine, she had just gotten up. Beka quickly ran to the kitchen and found the table empty. She raced to her front door and opened it, the chilling air oblivious to her as she started down on the front porch and found the newspaper she had just read, folded neatly with the rubber band tightly holding it; waiting for her.
She grabbed it and went back inside, closing the front door behind her. She ripped the rubber band off of it, snapping her fingers, but ignored the sting. She opened it to the front page and looked down for the heading declaring her friend’s suicide. It was not there. The doorbell rang, startling her and she jumped. She turned around and walked over to it. The bell came again and she quickly wiped her eyes and composed herself. When she opened it; standing on the other side was Stephanie.
“You are never going to believe what happened to me last night!” The woman proclaimed and walked inside. Beka shut the door and turned to her in disbelief.
“What’s wrong?” Her friend asked, noticing her demeanor right away.
Beka shook her head and smiled. “Nothing,” she told her. “Let’s go sit down in the kitchen and you can tell me all about last night…”
I hope you enjoyed this little story of a second chance. Weekly I will add another addition to the Book of Second Chances. Everybody deserves a second chance. What would you do with yours? Have a story you would like to submit? Go to www (dot) adduling (dot) com and click the “email me” button and I’ll post it the following week! Just wanna read…follow my blog and check back weekly. I will write a new story every Wednesday… Note: these are fictional stories…but real ones are welcomed! Want to challenge me, post in comments below a topic idea and let’s see where it takes me!
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