Forgotten

Chapter 1-

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If this sounds like another story it's a coincidence , I worked really hard on it! I'll try to post a chapter every week.

I chapter 4 is really good! And I accidentally put 2 chapters together so please give it a chance :-)

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Chapter 1- The beginning

I have to get up; Jenn is probably done getting ready for are jog... I open my eyes, look at my clock 5:01am.OK I still have time to be lazy. I look around my room.

It's so strange waking up to my room and all.

I loved my room in Oregon, I decorated it the way I liked it, it felt so cozy and 'home like'. I can never get used to this one. It has no paint just a few pictures on the wall.

We also moved here a year ago, I guess I don't want to do it since its just not home to me..Just a house with a room.

I loved Oregon, I had friends, places to go people to see.(I wasn't even that shy)

Then somthing happend where dad got transferred here to Chicago, and we all had to come with him here. Now I feel stuck here just waiting for nothing. Also my parents have been fighting a lot more since we moved.

I hardly have any friends or talk at school, mostly because I'm shy and dont want to get too attached.

Thank God, I have Jenn as a friend, always so cheery when I needed her to be, and says whats on her mind to make me smile.

Sometimes I think it's strange how she is the only child; she acts like she's not sometimes. It's hard to explain. She couldn't have gotten that from her dad, or maybe so, because he is rarely around, always driving around.

Just because he's a truck driver doesn't give him the excuse to be gone longer than necessary.

I've been laying here for a while, I should check the time.

I can't help it, it's my bed (that I like). I get up looking at the mirror; wow I really hate how my hair is in the morning. My hair is brown and it's frizzy with a wave. My eyes are light brown, I don't know anyone with eyes like mine, their eyes are either dark or light. It just has to be so odd, just like my height I'm not short but I'm not tall. My permit says im 5"6, but if I sit up really straight I'm 5"7.

I brush my hair,put it in a ponytail. Grab some jeans I found on the ground and my regular black running shirt. I look at my clock 5:20am. Gah! What am I still doing here?

I Grab an energy bar I found on the counter; put it in my pocket. Now I just have to find those darn shoes!

Mom and dad never complain that I go out so early in the morning. As long as I'm with Jenn.

They like her, I fully don't understand why, maybe it's because she's my only best friend I have, that I fully trust. Or there just too busy fighting to care/think about it.

I mean they probably think I can handle my own actions or something like that because I'm the 'only child'. And sometimes I am glad they're not up all in what I'm doing, not like I'm hiding something. I just don't want them to worry about me.

'Where are my shoes?'

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I met Jenn while I was jogging actually.

(one year earlier)

We had only moved IN less than 5 days ago and Mom and dad are having a fight about money, or something to that aspect so I went outside so I could explore the Neighborhood. Then I think I hear them yelling again, I stopped and listened closely thinking that I couldn't have heard them, I'm out of the house. I look around hoping it's not my parents telling me to come home..