Bright Lights
Bright
lights sped by as Janie chatted with her parents, then all of a sudden the
unthinkable happened.
Screak …Crash…Crunch…Bright
lights…Screaming then silence. That’s all Janie wished she remembered about the
accident that left her orphaned. She screamed in terror as images long buried
reappeared. The blood and glass, the twisted metal, the tarp covered mounds.
Then the memories shifted and she saw her ex-boyfriend Aiden hugging her at the
funeral, telling her how sorry he was. The scene shifted again, she was at her
grandmother’s house staring blankly at her new room.
Janie woke up shaking and drenched with sweat,
she looked around the familiar room that had been hers for the last five years.
Now, instead of a beautiful Malibu beach house, she lived in a large rustic
farm house in Lancaster Pennsylvania with her Amish grandmother.
Janie hurriedly got out of bed and
started dressing in her forest green dress, black apron, and snow white cap.
Now a beautiful girl of 19 Janie had fully adopted the Amish way of life, even
getting a boyfriend in the process. Suddenly
Janie’s grandmother Rebekah Zook rushed into the room, causing Janie to jump
and nearly fall over. “Janie” her grandmother said “I heard from you Aunt
Martha that today is the day, Ruben has finished the house and he is coming
tonight!” Janie turned to her grandmother with shining eyes “today” she gasped.
“Yes” her grandmother said “Ruben is ready, and you must get ready as well.”
Janie spent the rest of the day doing
various chores around the farm such as milking, cooking, and cleaning. Finally
evening came, and Janie sat in her bedroom waiting for the bright lights that
would signify a marriage proposal. As it
neared midnight, Janie let herself think about her old life, she wished her
parents could see her now. She was no
longer a rebellious, spoiled teenager she was a kind, caring, hardworking
adult.
Suddenly the bright lights she had
been waiting for flooded her room. Janie
opened the door and rushed down the stairs and into the arms of her future
standing in the beam of the bright lights…
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