TITLE: Don't Cry for Me, Genevieve
GENRE: YA contemporary
Whoa. It was beautiful, breathtaking, and every adjective in between. I sat atop the mountain, the sun at my back and the world at my feet. For once, I didn’t feel like the forgotten foster girl. The wind rushed around my face and I laughed in the thrill of it all. I was free!
It took me a few moments to realize that I wasn't alone. A man, one who wore a white robe and a weathered smile, put his hand on my shoulder as if to ensure me that I needn’t be afraid.
“Genevieve,” he breathed, almost as if we’d known each other all our lives.
I only smiled in return. “It wasn’t easy, was it?” he asked, a twinkle in his eye.
I inclined my head toward him. “What do you mean?”
He gestured to the creation that surrounded us. “Making it to the top, of course!”
“You know, I don’t actually remember the climb.” Everything before this moment was strangely blurry.
“That’s because once you’ve made it, and once you’ve seen this,” he paused to open his arms to all that lay below us, “you realize the struggle was worth it.” I nodded my head in silent agreement, and was taken back as he suddenly began to walk away. “Don’t you forget that, Genevieve Joans,” he called over his shoulder.
I stood up to follow him, yelling into the wind, “How do you know my name?”
“Did you have a question, Ms. Joans?” I bolted upright, the man vanishing before my eyes.