Creative Writing
Emily Switzer
U2 Mid Unit
February 23, 2009
Escapes – Sequel
As we stand on the ferry, still holding on to one another I look at Jennifer and say “No matter what happens today, tomorrow, or anytime in the future Ill be hear to get you through those hard times.” Jennifer for the first time since she has been here reacted to what I said with a smile. I could tell that from this moment on life wasn't going to be something that I want to run away from anymore. I am going to be here for Sherry and Jennifer. If either one of them need a place to stay and just get away from the heartaches of life, my home would always be open.
The ferry finally arrived back to San Fransisco from Alcatraz. The trip was unique, and definitely was not what I was expecting it to be. I more or less thought it would dull. I thought Jennifer would not speak to me the entire time and she would walk ten feet in front of me just to avoid any means of conversation with me, but instead she surprised me.
After getting off of the ferry and starting back towards my house I asked Jennifer why she didn't just say something to her mother about her father's death. She paused for a moment, looked over at me and replied “I wanted to hid the truth, the car accident sadly seamed a much easier way to die, and it was definitely easier to cope with his death when I thought it was because of the accident. Knowing that my father hung himself in prison isn't something easy to think about.” I didn't know quite what to say after hearing her response. So I gave her a hug and apologized for her mother. She said; “thanks, but my mother needs to say that herself.”
We walked for awhile until we came across the cable cars. Memories of Jennifer and I doing this when she was younger came flying into my mind. So we rode the cable for hours to ease the awkward tension that was surely growing every since I confessed about her father, four dollars both ways. As Jennifer hangs over...