The Neighbor

I have not seen the blue light outside my window for many days now. I still wonder about it and all, but recently I have had many other thoughts going through my head. I meant our so called neighbor. I say "so called" because they live way far away from our house basically in the opposite direction of the apple orchard through a small dense forest that sort of surrounds my uncle's apple orchard.

It is really interesting in one particular part of the apple orchard because it will hit the forest and seem to inter twin with the trees of the forest. When I come to this part not only do I feel the normal connection to the apple orchard, but I feel another connection like the woods are trying to talk to me as well. This spot as become my favorite place to spend hours eating apples, reading and watching the wind go through the leaves. I even sometimes school myself here in all different subjects. I teach myself math, science, and what ever I can get my hands on in my uncle's library of books.

I never met my neighbor till now because I have never before explore much of the forest or even traveled that far plus my uncle never said anyone else lived this far out of the main town before. One day I just had a sudden feeling to go run out into the forest. I seemed to have ran three miles or so when I ran into a dog. The dog had collar and ran up to me. I knelled down to pet it and check its collar as I did this it attempted to give me kisses. I was very curious to know where this dog came from because we did not have one and at the time I did not know any one lived way out here. Soon I heard voice calling "Roger"  which I figured was the dog name since it was on the dogs collar and for other obvious reasons. Dog perked its head and a boy about my age appeared out of the forest the dog ran to him. He said he was out exploring when is dog ran off. He told me his name was Tay as he explained that he found it quite odd that his dog ran off, but seeing me explained the this happening since his dog loves people. We began to talk and became almost instant friends. Tay knew about Zev, but did not know anyone else lived with him. I explained to him that he was my uncle and how I became to be living there.

Now I have never seen his house nor as he been to my place just ever day we come to what I think is most likely the half way point between our two homes. Here we visit read books, play in the in the woods, explore and talk. Everyday though he as leave right around the same time I assume to go home for dinner or something like that, but I do not really know much about were he lives or his family. I mean I have gone on and on about my family, but never once has he talked about anything personal other then his dog. I have asked him, but I do not Tay blows off the question with a twist. He as a knack for listening and talking a long time about nothing particular just interesting subjects about the world and the forest. And with that a talent to turn any topic into something he would prefer to talk about. And Tay love talking about his dog and the forest.

I have not asked my uncle yet about the neighbor, but I plan on it.

Something that brothers me about where Tay lives is that there is only one road that goes out this far from town and it dead ends at our house. I mean something feels odd, but maybe it is just me. There could be another road I assume.

The One Blue Light in the Darkest of Places

In a small town one does not see many street lights nor does one need street lights, the moon and stars are usually so bright that you can see at night almost as good as you can see during the day, but last night was different clouds covered the sky making it pitch black. You could not even see your hand when it was right in front of you. I went to bed that night, but not for long, something odd made me just wake up and I am not that easily awakened. When I woke I noticed a bright blue light coming from outside my window, the town had no street lights and it was too bright for a car, so I thought what could this be? I laid there for awhile thinking what could this light be, when finally my curiosity for the light got the best of me and made me stand up bare skinned to check the light that was so odd to me.

A chill went down my bones when I saw the light. I felt then like I was under the control of it's blue beams that were piercing my eyes. It seemed to influence me as I stood there dead tired, by the window. It was probably five minutes before I decided to go back to bed.

I turned around to head to my bed, but instead I found myself going downstairs without putting any clothes on. I unwilling walked outside in freezing night, I mean freezing, it must have been at most 30 degrees out there. I slowly walked towards this light as I try so hard to turn my feet around, even though I wanted to turn around I had a stronger feeling at the same time that I wanted to walk towards the light. As I arrived closer to the blue light I noticed it was just floating there, which for some reason at the moment seemed normal to me, and did not stop me from continuing to walk forward under the influence of it high beams. I was close enough to touch it, so I reached my hand out and when I did this the blue light just faded out of sight, leaving nothing behind, but darkness.

The next thing I remember was being in bed. Now I thought that this whole thing was just a really realistic, controlling, odd, and strange dream. This gave me comfort form the fear I had of what happen to me, but my comfort of the thought that the experience of the blue light was just a really realistic dream, went away that morning during breakfast.

We were eating like normal when my uncle said that this annoying blue light kept him up most of the night. When I asked him if he checked it out, he said no that he was too tired. That was not what scared me though. What scared me and made me realise it was all real, was when my sister asked me "What was it Gus? I saw you go outside to check it out." Then she just walked away before I could say anything. My uncle did not seem to care, he went on eating and reading his newspaper. This terrified me, and made me sit there frozen for a long time thinking about the whole thing, wondering what all of it meant.

The Promise

For many years my sister has been really close to me, always trying to know everything I am doing and always looking up to me for what to do next, it was annoying, but I liked the feeling of having someone look up to me. After our parents left and abandoned us, she changed, she no longer talk to me, in fact it was like she hated me for what happened. She blamed me for the whole thing and I did not blame her for blaming me, I failed her.

I made her promise once when she was ten and our parents were fighting, it was nothing big, just a normal fight, but it freaked my little sister out and I remember her running to my room, and crying on my bed. I laid down next to her to comfort her and tell her that everything was ok, there is where I promised her in these words, "I promise you. with all my heart that we will always be a family together, all of us, I promise you that mom and dad will not leave us alone, I promise." I broke that promise the day our parents left and that is why Lenora has all the right to blame me, she has the right to no longer believe in me and no longer trust me.

I don't even trust myself anymore, I don't know what to put my faith in. If I think about the only thing making me strong enough to handle all of this and the only thing keeping me from falling apart is the orchard, it is giving me the secruity from the outside world that I need, but for Lenora I can not say the same thing she is replacing her feeling of security that she use to get with me and our family with the comfort of random guys that temperaly fill the empty place in her heart.

It worries me to see her everyday deticating herself to a new guy and when he lets her down it doesn't seem to affect her, she just goes and finds another to play with. I've tried talking to her, but she wont listen to me, let alone talk to me. My uncle fights with all the time about how late she stays out, when she goes out, and where she goes out to. I am losing my sister and it is because of me and I do not know what to do.

The Apple Orchard

I found an interest that I never knew I could have, in the taste and look of apples, since I moved into my uncles house and saw his apple orchard, which he claims is the largest in the world. Apples spread for miles and miles in his orchard, you could get lost in its magnitude with just a thought.

My uncle told me that the apple orchard has been passed down from generation to generation, and that there is a sense of magic that every generation has felt and used in some point of their life, a magic that flows through each tree. He never could figure out himself what it was, but he knew it was there.

When he was a boy he said that the trees used to talk to him not in words, but in emotion and that the magic helped him get through a terrible point in his life, he would not say what this point was. After the magic of the orchard helped him it seemed to disappear altogether and he could never find the magic again, but he still believes it is there, so everyday my uncle goes out to the orchard to find the magic from the apples and trees that were lost to him so many years ago.

A few days later I was looking out the window and I felt the orchard talk to me, it was just like what my uncle explained, I could not understand what it was saying, all I could do was feel the words flow through me. I can not explain the feeling, but I can say that it was the magical feeling I have ever had. I spend hours in that apple orchard everyday now just to think about everything, so much comes to me while I am there. Now every time I come back, each day I come back, I gain something new and exciting from the orchard. Each bite of an apple energizes me to think, its almost like the whole orchard is alive and is trying to teach me something about life. A lesson that my uncle has already learned.

The Move

Recently I landed into a new town! The town of Bedsworth, this town is way out in the middle of nowhere, well okay, not in the middle of nowhere, but it sure feels like it is. A year ago I moved in to the interesting yet odd place of this small town. Everything is different here than in the big city where I am originally from.

See I am here because of a set of interesting events, my family was running low on cash because the economy has gone bad, many people believe it is due to the new president Hillary Clinton, who was just elected on 4th of July. Anyway the cash flow was not enough so one day my dad just left to Africa where all the jobs are, because of that new solar mirror power plant system down there.

The only thing my dad left my family and me was a note saying "Bye, I am not able to support my family so I left to accept work in Africa" other that he took everything he could carry of his. My mom was distraught from him leaving, she cried in her room for many days, then she suddenly left also, like she had no idea my sister and me were alive, she did not leave anything behind, not even a clue to where she was going. We did not know what to do so we did not do anything, I do not know why, it is like we chose to just ignore the whole thing.

This ignoring thing did not last long because our uncle, came to our house a few weeks later to take us in. He told this bogus story about our mom and dad that explained what happened to them, half the story I could not understand since he was talking so fast and since he would not stay on one topic. Uncle Zev is pretty cool, only that when he is lying you can totally tell because he can never stops talking. It is really funny to see him do this!

Apparently my mom called him and told him to pick us up, at least that what he said. If she did I 'm surprised, I'm surprised that he would even come at all. This surprises me because I have only seen my uncle once and my sister never seen him or even heard of him, I saw him when I was really young and he made a huge impact in my life, he was great. But then something happened, I was to young then to understand, but it was something bad, because my family has never spoken of him since and when I have said his name my dad would ground me. That how I landed in Bedsworth!