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Running From The Truth By Elise Shivamber

July 22, 2013 by Leon Shivamber 13 Comments

Running From The Truth by Elise Shivamber
Running From The Truth by Elise Shivamber

Running From The Truth is the title of a book, recently published by my teenage daughter, Elise Shivamber. She and her sister, have made us so proud over the years, they are the subject of the first piece I wrote on this new blog. You can find that piece here: Proud.

Running From The Truth started as an essay Elise wrote in the eight grade of her high school in Florida. Her sister and friends read the essay, loved it, and begged her to keep writing more. She kept writing and they kept reading and asking for more. She had a complete story before the end of the school year. Her sister cried when she read the complete work. Elise kept editing and refining, and finally published the book on July 1 this year, while on vacation in France.

Elise Shivamber Running From The Truth Author
Elise Shivamber Running From The Truth Author

This is how Elise describes the story: “Arianna is a High School student whose life may seem perfect to others. She is beautiful, has a sweet personality and is also smart – a triple threat. However, her loyalty to her best friend has kept Arianna from being in a relationship with the one person she deserves to have. From break ups, a new boyfriend to her party-animal mother, Arianna’s life is full of challenges.”

High school and Teen drama are not my genre, but I loved it, and I am proud of Elise!

Here is the Preface of Running From The Truth:

Runng From The Truth Front Cover
Runng From The Truth Front Cover

The sand squished between my newly manicured toes, as the waves called my name. I threw off my old wrinkled camp t-shirt, and it landed in the middle of the fuchsia floral towel. I took a huge breath of salty air in, and released it a few seconds later. Another wave crashed as I took off my new sunglasses and placed them gently in the bright yellow beach bag I had gotten as a birthday present.

“Arianna!”

I jog towards the water line.

“Arianna!” I hear again. I start to sprint faster towards the gentle waves calling my name.

“Arianna! Wake up! It’s your turn to read the poem you wrote! You will have plenty of time to sleep during spring break. However, spring break is in two weeks. Go to the front of the class now.” I open my eyes, squinting. I was hoping this was not really only fourth period. It was. Mrs. Gonzales glared at me through her new Tommy Hilfiger glasses. They just made her look even older, since they were placed carefully at the edge of her long, antique nose. “Arianna. Just looking at me won’t get you anywhere in this class. Get your lazy butt out of your chair right now, or you will be spending extra time in it. In class. After school tomorrow. In detention.”

I scramble to my feet and slump to the front of the bare classroom. I look down at my crumpled paper and look up to my only best friend in the class for help. Loraine looks at me with her huge blue eyes, and flashes me a thumbs up. Her compassionate and kind face calms me down, a little bit. Breathe in breathe out, I think to myself as I unfold my paper.

“Uh I call this ‘Betrayal’.” I mumble slowly, as I reread my words quickly. I was starting to think that reading this poem might not be such a great idea. People could possibly know whom this is about. Here I go anyways, I think to myself.

“I was so stupid
for ever loving you

I thought I could trust you
to not do what you did to others before.

Betrayed is exactly what I am.
you said you’d be there for me,
through the good and the bad.

Sure, the good times were great,
all the laughs and the joy

But when the bad times came,
you vanished and left me alone in the dark
to curl up in a ball and cry my sorrows away.

You played with my heart.
You played with my soul.
You played with my mind.
You played ME.

The worst part is you used me
To get over Her

She is the reason I cry myself to sleep at night.
She is the reason for me hating you.
She is the reason we can never be together again.

But I know better now than to fall for
Someone like you

Someone who thinks they can use me
as a rebound girl,
to get over the one he truly loves.
He truly cares about.
He truly wants.
NOT me.

You made me see that life isn’t just composed of optimism.
But it’s also composed of hatred and betrayal.

So let’s all take a bow
For the living, breathing definition of it…”

I look up towards the class, all of whom have their eyes bright and open wide, and I whisper the very last word into the hovering silence:

“You.”

I fold my paper, walk back to my desk and slouch down in my hard plastic seat. I look around and notice that everyone’s mouths are wide open. They all stare at me, and I start wondering if I said something weird or worse, wrong.

“Arianna. That was … wonderful! I didn’t know you had it in you!” Mrs. Gonzales states, as she writes down something on her handy-dandy clipboard.

“Um, thank you. I was just writing it. Well sort of.” I reply back, as I start to blush.

“How on Earth did you come up with that beautiful poem dear?” Mrs. Gonzales questions. Wait, did she just call me dear? Weird.

“Um. I don’t know. I was um watching uh Hannah Montana, I guess,” I totally lie. I would never tell them about what, or whom, the poem was really about. It was about the one and only thing that haunted me; the truth.

Only my really close friends would know the one person this poem was all about. The one who used to be the closest to me. The one who was the real reason for this poem. The one who gave me all of those heart-wrenching and painful feelings. The one who is the reason for every tear during a sad love-song, or every sigh when I walk down the hallway, alone. The one person behind every laugh I had for a while, and even all of my smiles for a long time. Maybe even every feeling I ever had, thinking just one person liking me was enough. Maybe. Just maybe.

HE, was definitely not Hannah Montana, I know that for sure. HE was my best friend. HE was my life, for a while. HE was the reason for my tears on my mascara-wearing eyelashes. HE was the topic of all my notes to friends for a long time. HE was the reason for my break-ups. HE was everything to me.

HE was Willy.

Get your own copy of “Running From The Truth”

You can find the book in different formats by clicking on the following links provided:

iTunes: Running From The Truth on iTunes

Nook: Running From The Truth on the Nook

Other versions, including Kindle can be found at Smashwords: Running From The Truth on Smashwords

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Comments

  1. Sebastian says

    October 20, 2013 at 7:26 pm

    That is badass. You must be amazingly proud. Congratulations!

    Reply
    • Leon Shivamber says

      October 22, 2013 at 11:42 am

      Thanks Sebastian, we are very proud of Elise, and her sister Sara.

      Reply
  2. nawal Ballaith says

    August 6, 2013 at 10:25 am

    Good job Elise & wish you all the best ^^

    Reply
    • Leon Shivamber says

      August 7, 2013 at 10:32 am

      Thank you Nawal!

      Reply
  3. Leon Shivamber says

    July 23, 2013 at 6:52 pm

    Thanks Mohammed.

    Reply
  4. Leon Shivamber says

    July 23, 2013 at 6:52 pm

    Shyam, I loved the dedication also! She worked hard on it, let her know what you think. I am biased!

    Reply
  5. Leon Shivamber says

    July 23, 2013 at 6:51 pm

    Vanessa, We are very proud of Elise (and her little sister). Hope you like the book. Cheers!

    Reply
  6. Mohammed Aurangzeb says

    July 23, 2013 at 2:02 am

    i m so happy for you

    Reply
    • Leon Shivamber says

      July 23, 2013 at 6:48 pm

      Thanks Mohammed.

      Reply
  7. Shyam Lal says

    July 23, 2013 at 4:53 am

    We have a copy! Love the dedication to you, Daddyo!!

    Reply
    • Leon Shivamber says

      July 23, 2013 at 6:47 pm

      Shyam, I loved the dedication also! She worked hard on it, let her know what you think. I am biased!

      Reply
  8. Vanessa Ramjeet Murphy says

    July 23, 2013 at 2:00 am

    You must be so proud Will have to get it .

    Reply
    • Leon Shivamber says

      July 23, 2013 at 6:49 pm

      Vanessa, We are very proud of Elise (and her little sister). Hope you like the book. Cheers!

      Reply

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