Waiting For A Miracle ( Short Story )

I never thought that I would be here . Everything I had , I lost . All in an blink of an eye . The tragedy that took my loved ones away .Leaving me all alone . All by myself .

The voice of my History teacher woke me up and brought me back to the present .

" Marie , what were you dreaming about ? Your boyfriend ? " shouted Mr.Farid .

I stood there silently without an answer as he look at me straight into my eyes . He was holding a long 'rotan' waiting for my answer for the previous history question . I could already feel myself sweating . I knew it was coming and it did . I shouted in pain . Both of my palms was reddish turning blue .

Everyone in the class was silently laughing at my stupidity . All of them except for my close friend , Sheila . She was giving me a signal . Telling me that everything was going to be fine . ]

No one in the class really understands me except for Sheila . She's just like me . An alien . No one really cares or loves us . To them , we are just some people who have lost their families . It stops till there .

If you were wondering if we ever had the wanting of a real family , of course we have . We want a real family. To feel some love and care but we knew it was impossible . You can never bring the dead to live . The dead will always stay dead .

I knew deep down in my hear , I wanted something . Something or someone who could fill the emptiness in my heart . My life . I want my family back . I want to live in the past . All I wanted was the impossible . I dream the impossible . Things that will always remain as dreams .

Back then , I was waiting . I am still waiting . I am waiting for a miracle .

..katz...alwayz&forevaz...