In March, while strolling through the library, Gabe saw a poster announcing a writing contest and right away, he decided to enter. The contest was sponsored by a local college and was open to writers of all ages from Texas and Oklahoma.
He worked hard on a fictional prose story and finally had a finished product just a few days before the deadline.
A few weeks later, a voice message was left on my phone saying Gabe had won something! They keep the exact places secret until the day of the awards ceremony, so we were left in suspence!
The whole family dressed up an went to the ceremony at the Gainesville campus of NCTC to cheer on Gabe. We couldn't wait to see if he won an honorable mention, 3rd, 2nd or 1st place in his age division.
Before awards were presented there was an interpretive dance and a speech from an award winning author. She brought every one of the 1,000 plus rejection letters she received before actually becoming published and encouraged the writers there to keep reaching for that goal.
Finally, awards were handed out. Gabe received 3rd place in the Middle School competition!!
He was awarded some prize money, a nice certificate and his story will be published next Spring!!
We are SO proud of him!! Way to go, Gabe! Keep reaching for those dreams!
And with his permission to post it, here is his winning story!! (Grab a tissue - it is a tear jerker.)
Notes
Grammar
was the most boring subject at Greensville Middle School. Nobody paid attention
to the 6th grade teacher, Mr. Mel. He would start on a lesson and
then drone on and on about things such as how he loved pronouns when he was in
middle school, then he would move on to describing his annoying neighbor.
Matthew Brown was no exception.
He
hated the subject and, though he loved his teacher, he despised listening to
him go on and on. Matthew felt around in his desk for his phone when, instead,
he found a piece of paper taped carefully to the underside of his desk. Curiously,
he removed and read it. It said, “Knock, Knock,” so he took out a pen and wrote
“Who’s there?” He taped the message back under the desk and then left for
recess.
The
next day, Matthew returned to his desk and was happy to find that the paper
with the start of the knock, knock joke was still there. Underneath it was
written a new message, “Rachel.” So, he scribbled with a pen, “Rachel who?”
The
next day, Rachel wrote, “You’ll find out if you go to the bench closest to the
slide.” After grammar class, Matthew went to the bench and there was a girl
with chestnut colored hair and deep, brown eyes.
“Are
you Rachel?” He asked.
“Yes,
I am. Pleased to meet you,” she replied. “Would you like to sit down?”
“Sure,”
Matthew answered with a smile. They talked all recess about things such as
annoying little siblings, pets, and their thoughts about the newest Star Wars
movie. Before they knew it, recess was over, and the bell signaling that it was
time for a new class period was ringing.
“I’ve
got to go to my history class,” Rachel said. “Bye!”
“Goodbye,”
Matthew said. So, every day they scribbled jokes on a piece of paper and left
them in the secret spot on the desk for the other to find. This continued all
the way up to 8th grade. One of his
favorite jokes was, “Knock, Knock? Who’s there? A broken pencil. A broken
pencil who? Never mind. It’s pointless!”
Then one day, Matthew went to his desk, and Rachel
had written, “Hi Matthew! I got a phone this week. My number is 314-773-9078.
Text me.” So instead of writing on the paper, they would text each other every
day after school. Year after year, they grew closer and closer.
When
they were Juniors in high school, Matthew asked Rachel on their first date. He
picked Rachel up at her house. He was excited, but nervous at this new phase of
their relationship. They went to Rachel’s favorite restaurant. Afterward, they
went to the mall to go shopping together. At the end of the evening Matthew
dropped Rachel off at her house with a kiss on the cheek.
It was dark and foggy when school let out on the last day
of Matthew and Rachel’s senior year. As he had done hundreds of times before, Matthew
walked home, went to his room and texted Rachel.
Rachel’s
mom had asked her to stop by the supermarket on the way home for a few things
she needed for dinner. Rachel was driving when she heard the clear chime of her
phone, signaling that she had received a text. There was a green light up
ahead.
“I’ll make it,” she thought to herself. She pulled out
her phone to read the text.
**********
Matthew was reading a book when he heard the knock on the
door. He was expecting Rachel, but instead, Rachel’s dad stood there on the
welcome mat.
“Matthew, I am so glad to see you,” he said. Matthew
noticed his face was red and he didn’t look glad at all.
“What is it? Where’s Rachel,” he asked.
“That is why I’m here. She was in a terrible car
accident. The police said she was looking at her phone when the light in front
of her turned red. She…” He paused and wiped a tear from his eye. “Matthew, I’m
sorry to tell you, she…” He choked on the words. “She didn’t make it.” Matthew
turned pale. “Take me to the hospital to see her one last time,” he said. So,
they drove to the hospital together in silence. When they got to Rachel’s room
she was laying motionless on the bed with a bulging lump on her head. Matthew
found the nurse and asked her what happened. She explained that while Rachel
was driving she hit the car in front of her. Her car flipped. By the time they
got to her, she was already gone, clutching a phone tightly in her hand. Matthew
felt tears streak across his face. He immediately saw the phone on the bedside
table. It indicated that there was one new message:
My Dear Rachel,
School is out, and summer is in. Next year is college,
and we are moving out of our homes to live in the dorms. I will enjoy going to
Greensville Community College with you. Please come to my house because I have
a special gift for you.
Love Always,
Your
Matthew
Matthew felt in his pocket and pulled out a dainty
diamond ring. He cried softly and put it the ring finger of her left hand. A
sudden realization came to him. It was his text that had killed his true love.
Years
later, Matthew got a call. It was his old middle school basketball coach. He
wanted him to coach for the Greensville Lions. So, he went back to his old
school. As memories of his first love flooded over him, he walked into his old
grammar classroom and found his old desk right where it used to sit. He sat
down in the desk and felt the underside. To his surprise, the old paper was
still there, carefully taped in place. He removed it and read the familiar
lines.
“Knock, Knock,”
“Who’s there?”
