"That Night"

 Heh. Yeah. I was hanging out with Hanna today (not her real name) and I was watching Hoot, starring Logan Lerman (the cutest celeb boy, in my opinion: You do not want me to go on about how cute he is. TRUST ME. I'm worser (that's so not a word...Hey, brackets in brackets!) than Taylor Lautner fans, but he's pretty cute, too), so she thought it would be a great idea to check out my blog and write a post.
 "I wanna hack your account!"
 "Dude, I'm already signed in."
 "Oh...Can I post something?"
 "...Okay."
 So I let her "hack" my account. She'd seen Hoot already, so I figured, what the hell. Keep her busy...Heh. Anyways, don't expect to many Hacks, since I don't hang with my buddies often, but there might be an occasional one.

 But I don't think it's fair she got to post a story in my blog before I did, since I am the Fourteen-Year-Old Writer here, so I'll write you guys a short original I'm going to write just off the top of my head called, "That Night".

    The sun was warm and bright that day. I couldn't see the ocean, but I could hear it lap against the sand, retreating back to the large body, eroding away it's boundaries, it's limits. Maybe, one day, I could erode away my own boundaries and limits. Maybe, one day, I could be as free as the sky.
 "Luke!" It was Clara. I could tell by the sound of her voice. The sweet, lovely voice. The voice only I could hear.
 Clara walked up beside me and stared out over the ocean, probably unable to see it as well. "What are you doing here?" I asked, scratching my elbow.
 "I..." she began, then she drew quiet. A fragile silence hung between us, almost ready to break any second. Would it be I or her to shatter the tranquility of no words.
 Birds flew over us, squawking and calling, flying in the direction of the wind. Black and white feathers floated before my eyes, between her and I. "What is it?" I asked, reaching out and grasping the odd blue feather from the flock before me.
 "I just wanted...you to..." She paused. "I want you to come home."
 I blinked. The sun was gone now, faded fast behind the ocean. Stars glimmered high above us, decorating the silky black sky above. Watching over us like a mother to a child. "I can't," I said. "Not today."
 "I see," Clara whispered, glancing down. "I'm sorry I came."
 She turned and began away, up the hill and off the beach. "Wait!" I gasped, spinning, but she was gone.
 I stood for a moment. Would she no longer speak after my vanishing? Would she no longer see what I didn't? I held the blue feather out before me and opened my palm, the blue feather catching the wind and flying off into the black sky.
 "I..." but I found no voice to speak the words I wished. With a wry smile, I turned back to the ocean
. The tide was high, that night. It was perfect for what I planned. The air was silent, that night. There were no birds, nothing to hear but the lapping The moon was full, that night. It reflected off the ripples of the ocean, a beautiful blue.
 I was lonely, that life.
 But that night.
 I love you, I had whispered in bubbles. Would the reach the surface or drown as I?
 I died, that night.
 Because you, Clara, needed to find your voice again.
 So why didn't you speak after that night?

 Yeah, I am actually a very depressing author. So if you were expecting something wonderfully happy, I'm sorry I disappointed you. This is going on deviantART.
 Just a taste of my writing ability and writing style. I'm sorry if I made you sad.
 Don't worry. I make myself depressed, too.

 AtomicKokoro