-Chapter Two-
I woke up to the sound of my iPod dock playing my favorite song. As I get up, I notice my pillows wet.. I look closely, and I can see my tear stains. I must have cried myself to sleep. I make my way to my bathroom to inspect the damage.
I look in the mirror and my face is all puffy.
I sigh and take a shower hoping it will have gone down by the time its over...
By the time I have finished showering, blow drying, and straightening my long dark brown hair I wrap a towel around my waist and walk over to my walk in closet. I quickly grab our school uniform and slip it on.
White collared shirt. Check!
Dark blue plaid skirt with belt. Check!
Navy blue blazer/sweater. Check!
Navy blue length socks. Check!
And heels. Check!
I stood in front of my full length mirror and make sure everything is in place. I sigh sadly and add the finishing touch of my signature red lips before walking back into my room. I inspect the time... 7 am. Hm... That gives me ten minutes to walk to Starbucks. About forty minutes to socialize and somehow break the news to my friends. Then we all walk to school for my very LAST day..
Just thinking about it makes me want to cry. I slip on my black trench coat and stand tall pushing back my shoulders. I let out a slow breath..
"Everything is going to be okay..."
I tell myself even though I dont believe it. But for now this gets the job done. I grab my leather satchel and stride out of my room...
I know my parents are already gone for work so I dont have to worry about sneaking past them. I walk past the kitchen then to the elevator that is part of our condo. I press the button then await the long ride down...
When I'm down at the street I turn and head down a couple blocks to the nearest Starbucks. OUR Starbucks. We (Me and my friends) have been going there since the start of middle school and look at us now.. Sophmores. And already.. we run the school. I had to say it took a LOT of effort on my part but hey.. It was worth it! I had gained four fabulous best friends that were going to be with me till the end... Or so I thought until last night.
Then as I walked inside the Starbucks reality smacked me across the face... again!
What were they going to do without me? (Since of course I was the leader)
Would they just forget about me?
What about our weekly shopping sprees to all the designer stores!?
The thought of everything I worked hard for crumbling away made me sick to my stomach.
I looked up and saw them at our corner table by the big glass window. We picked it so we could watch the hot guy walk past everyday and to make fun of everyone else. I pulled out my chair and jumped up onto the high seat.
Brooklynn, Kylie, Spencer, and Olivia immedately perked up and greeted me. I forced a smile and they handed me my signature order. Then the moment came...
"So Bells, Whats going on? Any new juicy gossip?"
Asked Kylie leaning forward with a grin growing across her face.
With this they all leaned forward with anticipation.
"Well.. Not exactly.."
I said uneasily rubbing my arm.
"Whats wrong..?"
Brooklynn said knowing something was up.
I looked down and took a deep breath.
"My parents told me last night that we were moving out of state... To some God forbbiden town in Florida called Cape Coral! Today is my last day.. and I dont know what to do!"
And as the words flowed out of me I started to cry.
And before you knew it I was surrounded in a hug bear hug.. and I wasnt the only one crying.
Everyone was...
I had no idea how much they were going to miss me.
And they had no idea how much I was going to miss them...
I woke up to the sound of my iPod dock playing my favorite song. As I get up, I notice my pillows wet.. I look closely, and I can see my tear stains. I must have cried myself to sleep. I make my way to my bathroom to inspect the damage.
I look in the mirror and my face is all puffy.
I sigh and take a shower hoping it will have gone down by the time its over...
By the time I have finished showering, blow drying, and straightening my long dark brown hair I wrap a towel around my waist and walk over to my walk in closet. I quickly grab our school uniform and slip it on.
White collared shirt. Check!
Dark blue plaid skirt with belt. Check!
Navy blue blazer/sweater. Check!
Navy blue length socks. Check!
And heels. Check!
I stood in front of my full length mirror and make sure everything is in place. I sigh sadly and add the finishing touch of my signature red lips before walking back into my room. I inspect the time... 7 am. Hm... That gives me ten minutes to walk to Starbucks. About forty minutes to socialize and somehow break the news to my friends. Then we all walk to school for my very LAST day..
Just thinking about it makes me want to cry. I slip on my black trench coat and stand tall pushing back my shoulders. I let out a slow breath..
"Everything is going to be okay..."
I tell myself even though I dont believe it. But for now this gets the job done. I grab my leather satchel and stride out of my room...
I know my parents are already gone for work so I dont have to worry about sneaking past them. I walk past the kitchen then to the elevator that is part of our condo. I press the button then await the long ride down...
When I'm down at the street I turn and head down a couple blocks to the nearest Starbucks. OUR Starbucks. We (Me and my friends) have been going there since the start of middle school and look at us now.. Sophmores. And already.. we run the school. I had to say it took a LOT of effort on my part but hey.. It was worth it! I had gained four fabulous best friends that were going to be with me till the end... Or so I thought until last night.
Then as I walked inside the Starbucks reality smacked me across the face... again!
What were they going to do without me? (Since of course I was the leader)
Would they just forget about me?
What about our weekly shopping sprees to all the designer stores!?
The thought of everything I worked hard for crumbling away made me sick to my stomach.
I looked up and saw them at our corner table by the big glass window. We picked it so we could watch the hot guy walk past everyday and to make fun of everyone else. I pulled out my chair and jumped up onto the high seat.
Brooklynn, Kylie, Spencer, and Olivia immedately perked up and greeted me. I forced a smile and they handed me my signature order. Then the moment came...
"So Bells, Whats going on? Any new juicy gossip?"
Asked Kylie leaning forward with a grin growing across her face.
With this they all leaned forward with anticipation.
"Well.. Not exactly.."
I said uneasily rubbing my arm.
"Whats wrong..?"
Brooklynn said knowing something was up.
I looked down and took a deep breath.
"My parents told me last night that we were moving out of state... To some God forbbiden town in Florida called Cape Coral! Today is my last day.. and I dont know what to do!"
And as the words flowed out of me I started to cry.
And before you knew it I was surrounded in a hug bear hug.. and I wasnt the only one crying.
Everyone was...
I had no idea how much they were going to miss me.
And they had no idea how much I was going to miss them...
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the seconds of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But you should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do you do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three more seconds, gone, like that,
Did you use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these seconds in hell.
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the seconds of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But you should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do you do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three more seconds, gone, like that,
Did you use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these seconds in hell.
I sit in the dark. Thinking about Jack. A single tear comes out of my eye, then another. I start to laugh quietly, trying not to wake up my sister. Then, the horrible memory from my awful dream came back to me. I went to the door and paused. I sighed and told myself that nothing is out there but the hallway, the dining room, living room and the kitchen. I took out my phone from my jacket and looked at the time. It's 5:59. I rolled my eyes and opened and closed the door quietly and sat on the soft couch. I started to drift into thoughts about Degrassi, and what it would be like if I went there. Then, a black figure moved across the kitchen. Spooked, I quickly walked to my aunts' laptop and looked up some funny videos on youtube.com to keep m off track from the figure. Hours passed, and I am still freaked. Ten minutes later, I calm down and look up some more funny stuff. Ugh! I must be haluccinating from lack of sleep. I rubbed my eyes and went back to my bedroom and passed out.