The Hunting of Lewis (Part 4)

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The Hunting of Lewis (Part 4)

Braquel Schiermeyer, Contributor

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Today is my birthday, and I don’t even want to get out of bed. Every year, today has been the day since the year that my dad had died that makes me miss him the most. It reminds me of a tradition that I made with my dad. Every year, my dad would take me to a drive-in movie. We would hang out the entire day, and then at around five o’clock, we would drive two hours to watch a movie. I know that this might not sound like a very important thing to some people, but to me, it was the day I looked forward to the most every year.

Today is the four-month anniversary of the Richardson accident. That is the only reason I got out of bed today and went to school. I had to be there for Lewis. I know that he doesn’t want to talk to anyone right now, but that is the reason that I need to talk to him.

When I got to school, Lewis wasn’t there. He didn’t show up the whole day. It kind of made me mad. I didn’t even want to get out of bed today, I did it for him, and he didn’t even show up. The audacity.

I decided to go to his house after school. I know, major risk considering I have never even talked to him before, but what’s life without a couple of risks? When I pulled up to his house, something seemed off. I know that I had never been there before, but something was just off. It could have been the car in front of the neighbor’s house or the person watering their plants. I’m not quite sure just something felt off.

I got out of my car and began the walk to Lewis’s front door. I swear I might have looked down for maybe 2.5 seconds and then boom! All of a sudden Lewis ran straight into me. To my surprise, he was playing football, and he was wearing color for the first time in 4 months. He looked as surprised as I did. He helped me up and invited me inside.

When we got inside, there were about 5 minutes of awkward silence, until there was a knock at the front door. I asked him if he was expecting someone, and he said no.

(…to be continued)