Lords Hands
By: Molly
By: Molly
Chapter 1 Kacey’s View
I took a deep breath, “This won’t be too bad,” I thought to myself. I put on a pair of shorts and a tank top. I also grabbed my overcoat because I was still in Trout Lake City, Washington, in the middle of February. I sealed the last box and walked outside. I handed the box to Mama and she threw it in the old U-HAUL truck. I shuffled over to Aunt Lorene’s old, rusty pick-up truck. I hopped up in the back, my long legs swinging over side like little kids dancing all around.
“Kace, honey, are you all right?” Mama asked me.
“Yeah Mama,” I said with a stutter. “I was just thing about what Papa would do if we had to move with him,” I answered. Before I knew it, I was in Dallas, Texas.
I walked into biology on my first day of school at Abe Lincoln Junior High. I handed my “new” slip to my teacher, Mr. Pylynn. I sat in the back row next to a boy named Jimmy. The teacher took attendance, he called, “A.C. Pylynn?” all the names that were called answered. Lastly, he called “Kacey Turpot?” I looked up and raised my hand. “Will please come to the front of the room and introduce yourself?” he asked tilting his head like a confused puppy.
“Um… yes sir,” I answered in a quiet, scared, whispery voice. I got up out of my chair and walked to the front of the room. “Well, I’m Kacey Turpot and I’m from Trout Lake City, Washington,” I hesitated for a moment. “Back home, I loved to swim and play fastpitch softball. We have chickens named Baby, Licky, Beyonce, Carmel and Houdini. I have a Shetland sheepdog named Bee who was lucky enough to come all the way here. And that’s about it!” I finished. I ran to my seat and slouched down. I seemed so nerdy, different. All the kids here know each other. What if somebody found out my secret? Then I’d never be the same again.
Class was terrible! I watched my feet as I walked to Connect Time. I could feel all of the eyes pelting me with stares. I walked even faster. I was officially the school’s newest play toy. I felt a thump as I tumbled too the floor. Almost everybody looked away to talk to their friends about what had just happened.
“Sorry,” said a voice. I looked up with a grimace on my face. I’d seen her before with Jimmy. “I’m… a… Alyssa McGarrny. And you are?” I got questioned.
“Oh… um… I’m Kacey Turpot. This might sound a little first grade, but do you want to be my best friend?” I stammered.
“Sure. I don’t have any friends here either,” I saw a welcoming smile come across that beautiful, airbrushed looking face. But in her eyes, I could see a look of distress. It seemed as something about me was wrong.
“Do you want to come over after school?” I wondered if we could only be school friends. Not the kind that go over to each others’ houses.
“Yeah, sure. That’d be great. Just wondering, you know for my mom, where do you live?” she was breathing heavily from the fall.
“Oh! 3746 St. Peters Blvd.” I said trying to remember.
“Mom, I’m home with a friend!” I yelled as we walked into my mansion of a house. “Her name is Alyssa!”
“Oh, wonderful Kace! Your Gram is home a bit early from the club, so we’re unpacking a bit more,” she yelled back too me. I walked down the long, steep hallway and paused for a moment,
“Do you want something to eat before we start unloading our backpacks?” I asked while picking up me iPhone 3G.
“Sure, sounds better then being tackled by four varsity football players everyday."
“Um… what’s your cell phone number, Lyssa? It’s okay if I call you Lyssa right?”
“Oh, yah, sure. My number is 612-377-4362. What plan are you? I’m Verizon.”
“Same! What phone do you have?”
“Dunno the name. It’s old and lame,” she exclaimed. We trotted downstairs to our basement kitchen. I watched as she looked in amazement at our house.
“K-Way! Where are my shoes?” asked my older sister Anaya walking into the room looking like the bride of Frankenstein. “I have a date with Stavros,” she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Alyssa. “Who’s your new friend Ange?”
“Oh, this is Alyssa. Alyssa, this is Anaya, my 3rd oldest sister.” I said.
I felt a pain in my throat. A searing pain quickly drifted to an ache. I fell to the ground, my heart pumping. A whimper, no a yelp escaped from my mouth. “Kasey? Kace oh Hun are you okay?” a yell asked me.
When I awoke, I was in a hospital. “Shall we tell her?” mama asked the doctor.
“Tell me what?”
“You have colon cancer,” the doctor told me.
“I know that. So… what else.”
“You have years to live.” The doctor said. A scream leapt from my lips. What would I tell Lyssa? She’d probably figure out I’m hiding something.
“Why can’t I die now? It will make everything better,” I sobbed.
“No it won’t,” Mama scolded.
Chapter 2
Lyssa’s View 5 years Later
I knocked on the cool, crisp, metal door. It swung open; Mrs. Turpot was holding sobbing Kacey in her arms. “What’s going on?” I asked taking Kacey’s and holding it tight.
“Will you come to the hospital with us, Lyssa? I’ll explain what’s wrong in the car,” answered Mrs. Turpot. I ran to the with Kacey; we hopped to the backseat. I glanced over at the beautiful Kacey.
“So what’s wrong?” I asked her.
“This will probably make you very disappointed, Alyssa. So I’ll get this over with,” she hesitated. “Well, Kacey has colon cancer,” I was shocked. That made me think, one of these days Kacey and I will be in different worlds.
Chapter 3
1 year can be long
The doctors say that Kacey has survived longer than any other teenage patient. Every night I cry thinking what if she passes away overnight? Then how will I ever have another friend? I woke up with a migraine. All my questions might come true. So I got up and drove to the hospital.
When I got there Mrs. Turpot was balling her eyes out. “Wuh, wuh… what’s wrong?” I stammered. From the look of it, Kacey was gone.
“She’s gone forever,” she sobbed. That’s about all I could pick-up because she was crying so hard.
“Now and forever, Cassandra Marie Leah Johanna Michael Turpot is in the Lord Jesus’s hands,” said the priest at Kacey’s funeral. Everybody cried. My Speech:
“Kacey was not only a friend to me, she was a sister. From the day I met her in 7th grade, to now the soul of Cassandra Marie Leah Johanna Michael Turpot, lives with me Alyssa Anna Jolie Katherine Baker McGarrny, for eternity.” I cried throughout my speech. While I was speaking, I was getting nasty looks from Kacey’s family. What did I say to make them mad at me?
“Alyssa Anna Jolie Katherine Baker McGarrny come with me please darling,” motioned Mrs. Turpot. “Think Cassandra will live with you huh? Well that’s not how it goes. I’ll snap your neck if you have another break like that. Who cares if go to jail? I don’t! My family will pay you to just get out of our lives.”
“She was my best friend. She lived with me for 3 months when you didn’t want her. She told me that you hated her. Why should she live with you?” I screamed. She threw me down to the ground. She pulled a whip out of her purse. WHIP! “Ouch! What was that for? You’re mean and… and you’re all messed up. Now I know why she hated you and now I do too. You jerk!” I yelled it and ran.
“Don’t you run away from me you demon. I’ll keep you from leaving,” she pressed a button and all the doors closed and locked. I don’t know how she did it but she did. I was crawling to get to the dog door. All of a sudden the Turpot’s metal cutting board came right to my fingers. “STOP!” she yelled. I turned over and saw a bowling pin and she was throwing it… at me. POW BOOM BOW!
Chapter 4
Waking Up
I woke up and asked “Where am I?” “You just woke up from a coma.”
I took a deep breath, “This won’t be too bad,” I thought to myself. I put on a pair of shorts and a tank top. I also grabbed my overcoat because I was still in Trout Lake City, Washington, in the middle of February. I sealed the last box and walked outside. I handed the box to Mama and she threw it in the old U-HAUL truck. I shuffled over to Aunt Lorene’s old, rusty pick-up truck. I hopped up in the back, my long legs swinging over side like little kids dancing all around.
“Kace, honey, are you all right?” Mama asked me.
“Yeah Mama,” I said with a stutter. “I was just thing about what Papa would do if we had to move with him,” I answered. Before I knew it, I was in Dallas, Texas.
I walked into biology on my first day of school at Abe Lincoln Junior High. I handed my “new” slip to my teacher, Mr. Pylynn. I sat in the back row next to a boy named Jimmy. The teacher took attendance, he called, “A.C. Pylynn?” all the names that were called answered. Lastly, he called “Kacey Turpot?” I looked up and raised my hand. “Will please come to the front of the room and introduce yourself?” he asked tilting his head like a confused puppy.
“Um… yes sir,” I answered in a quiet, scared, whispery voice. I got up out of my chair and walked to the front of the room. “Well, I’m Kacey Turpot and I’m from Trout Lake City, Washington,” I hesitated for a moment. “Back home, I loved to swim and play fastpitch softball. We have chickens named Baby, Licky, Beyonce, Carmel and Houdini. I have a Shetland sheepdog named Bee who was lucky enough to come all the way here. And that’s about it!” I finished. I ran to my seat and slouched down. I seemed so nerdy, different. All the kids here know each other. What if somebody found out my secret? Then I’d never be the same again.
Class was terrible! I watched my feet as I walked to Connect Time. I could feel all of the eyes pelting me with stares. I walked even faster. I was officially the school’s newest play toy. I felt a thump as I tumbled too the floor. Almost everybody looked away to talk to their friends about what had just happened.
“Sorry,” said a voice. I looked up with a grimace on my face. I’d seen her before with Jimmy. “I’m… a… Alyssa McGarrny. And you are?” I got questioned.
“Oh… um… I’m Kacey Turpot. This might sound a little first grade, but do you want to be my best friend?” I stammered.
“Sure. I don’t have any friends here either,” I saw a welcoming smile come across that beautiful, airbrushed looking face. But in her eyes, I could see a look of distress. It seemed as something about me was wrong.
“Do you want to come over after school?” I wondered if we could only be school friends. Not the kind that go over to each others’ houses.
“Yeah, sure. That’d be great. Just wondering, you know for my mom, where do you live?” she was breathing heavily from the fall.
“Oh! 3746 St. Peters Blvd.” I said trying to remember.
“Mom, I’m home with a friend!” I yelled as we walked into my mansion of a house. “Her name is Alyssa!”
“Oh, wonderful Kace! Your Gram is home a bit early from the club, so we’re unpacking a bit more,” she yelled back too me. I walked down the long, steep hallway and paused for a moment,
“Do you want something to eat before we start unloading our backpacks?” I asked while picking up me iPhone 3G.
“Sure, sounds better then being tackled by four varsity football players everyday."
“Um… what’s your cell phone number, Lyssa? It’s okay if I call you Lyssa right?”
“Oh, yah, sure. My number is 612-377-4362. What plan are you? I’m Verizon.”
“Same! What phone do you have?”
“Dunno the name. It’s old and lame,” she exclaimed. We trotted downstairs to our basement kitchen. I watched as she looked in amazement at our house.
“K-Way! Where are my shoes?” asked my older sister Anaya walking into the room looking like the bride of Frankenstein. “I have a date with Stavros,” she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Alyssa. “Who’s your new friend Ange?”
“Oh, this is Alyssa. Alyssa, this is Anaya, my 3rd oldest sister.” I said.
I felt a pain in my throat. A searing pain quickly drifted to an ache. I fell to the ground, my heart pumping. A whimper, no a yelp escaped from my mouth. “Kasey? Kace oh Hun are you okay?” a yell asked me.
When I awoke, I was in a hospital. “Shall we tell her?” mama asked the doctor.
“Tell me what?”
“You have colon cancer,” the doctor told me.
“I know that. So… what else.”
“You have years to live.” The doctor said. A scream leapt from my lips. What would I tell Lyssa? She’d probably figure out I’m hiding something.
“Why can’t I die now? It will make everything better,” I sobbed.
“No it won’t,” Mama scolded.
Chapter 2
Lyssa’s View 5 years Later
I knocked on the cool, crisp, metal door. It swung open; Mrs. Turpot was holding sobbing Kacey in her arms. “What’s going on?” I asked taking Kacey’s and holding it tight.
“Will you come to the hospital with us, Lyssa? I’ll explain what’s wrong in the car,” answered Mrs. Turpot. I ran to the with Kacey; we hopped to the backseat. I glanced over at the beautiful Kacey.
“So what’s wrong?” I asked her.
“This will probably make you very disappointed, Alyssa. So I’ll get this over with,” she hesitated. “Well, Kacey has colon cancer,” I was shocked. That made me think, one of these days Kacey and I will be in different worlds.
Chapter 3
1 year can be long
The doctors say that Kacey has survived longer than any other teenage patient. Every night I cry thinking what if she passes away overnight? Then how will I ever have another friend? I woke up with a migraine. All my questions might come true. So I got up and drove to the hospital.
When I got there Mrs. Turpot was balling her eyes out. “Wuh, wuh… what’s wrong?” I stammered. From the look of it, Kacey was gone.
“She’s gone forever,” she sobbed. That’s about all I could pick-up because she was crying so hard.
“Now and forever, Cassandra Marie Leah Johanna Michael Turpot is in the Lord Jesus’s hands,” said the priest at Kacey’s funeral. Everybody cried. My Speech:
“Kacey was not only a friend to me, she was a sister. From the day I met her in 7th grade, to now the soul of Cassandra Marie Leah Johanna Michael Turpot, lives with me Alyssa Anna Jolie Katherine Baker McGarrny, for eternity.” I cried throughout my speech. While I was speaking, I was getting nasty looks from Kacey’s family. What did I say to make them mad at me?
“Alyssa Anna Jolie Katherine Baker McGarrny come with me please darling,” motioned Mrs. Turpot. “Think Cassandra will live with you huh? Well that’s not how it goes. I’ll snap your neck if you have another break like that. Who cares if go to jail? I don’t! My family will pay you to just get out of our lives.”
“She was my best friend. She lived with me for 3 months when you didn’t want her. She told me that you hated her. Why should she live with you?” I screamed. She threw me down to the ground. She pulled a whip out of her purse. WHIP! “Ouch! What was that for? You’re mean and… and you’re all messed up. Now I know why she hated you and now I do too. You jerk!” I yelled it and ran.
“Don’t you run away from me you demon. I’ll keep you from leaving,” she pressed a button and all the doors closed and locked. I don’t know how she did it but she did. I was crawling to get to the dog door. All of a sudden the Turpot’s metal cutting board came right to my fingers. “STOP!” she yelled. I turned over and saw a bowling pin and she was throwing it… at me. POW BOOM BOW!
Chapter 4
Waking Up
I woke up and asked “Where am I?” “You just woke up from a coma.”
I liked how you discribed the carters. if you had a 2nd book what would it be about. maby you should not jmp around in time it mad it a little confusing.
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