Past. Present. Future? [Wattys 2015 ]

Chapter 6-It Started With Guilt

I decided to have another point  of view... Cause hey,  VARIETY IS THE SPICE OF LIFE. But not in the case of oreos cause personally I don't like those chocolate filled icing stuff.  BUT YEA VARIETY, LIFE, SPICE...IT'S KINDA SHORT BUT IT GIVES THE STORY A LITTLE SOMETHING- SOMETHING
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STORM DANIELS P. O. V

23 January 2015

The rays of the son played peek-a-boo through the blinds in the room.  The light hit the flower mural on the wall.

A picture perfect photo of tranquility.

The air was filled with peacefulness.

The song Thunderstorm  AC/DC suddenly electrified the air. 

Well great my first of school . Which meant I had to get up way earlier than normal just to go out for my run.

3:27.

My left hand blindly searched for the phone to put it off . Silence  and peacefulness had come back when I managed to switch off my  phones alarm clock.

I sat up straight in the bed staring at the sunlit room.  On the walls were pastel colours of pink, green and purple.

It was the perfect room,  for a little girl and not for me a 16 year old macho guy. Though it was perfect for her,  my baby sis.

My adorable and lovely green eyed dark haired baby sis.  Gosh I felt so close to her here in her room.

Maybe just maybe I'll keep it like this and not repaint it.

I went kneeled to my suitcase suitcase, ( yeah  I'll probably have to unpack my clothes today or something ) I took out an orange and dark blue hoodie ,  sweatpants and black running shoes.

When I opened the door, a  nostalgic scent wafted through the air.  Standing there in the passage memories of my childhood and sister came rushing by.

The smell lead me to the kitchen.  And there she was, my Mom, standing  in front of the counter top. She was still in her pajamas and white robe. A bun on the top of her head.  She stared at the window as if watching daisies bloom but the curtains were closed.

Nothing quite eye catching about the baby blue and yellow flower curtains.  Though good embroidery  but that it.

It started to scare me.

I walked to her placing my hand on her shoulder "Mom?" . She didn't flinch. Silence was my answer.

She the turned her head and I could see a dried  trail of tears.  "I forgot ,  I forgot her,  I forgot today." she said and it all puzzled me. 

I asked what she was talking about.  "23 January "  tears started flowing on the once dry trail.

I embraced her.

It all then made sense.  It's her 12th birthday.  My little baby sis,  Mary-Anna  would've been 12 today.

Yeah would've  been, if six years to the day she didn't lose the war against cancer.

She let go when the  oven bell went off.  She took out the tray of berry muffins.

She offered me one asking if I was going out for a run "Thanks Mom,  I wanted to go but nah,  I'll email out back for a while. " I said taking a bite of the freshly baked muffin.

I went out back and just laid on on the grass and let the seconds pass. 

They were her favorite,  she loved blueberry muffins but she also loved  strawberries and raspberries.  My mom and her decide to add all the berries and the we had Mary-Annes favorite Berry Muffin.

I then got a single distinct impression that someone was watching me.  I looked up and saw this someone.  A girl with  beautiful green eyes and dark hair.  She was starting at me through the window.

The word beauty never had such a perfect description.

Elle est aussi beutiful que le lever du soleil.

I knew  I was going to use the French sentence one day to describe a girl.

I stood up from the grass,  not breaking the stare. 

"Bro get over here "  I heard my brother calling me. "I'm coming Trev " I answered.  I really didn't want to lose this staring competition but I had to gracefully bow out.

I nodded my head to the side and went inside.

Trev was there  eating the muffins like he was in an eating competition, and really had to win. 

He just got back from working the night shift and was very hungry. I greeted him asking him about work.  He greeted me asking if I had a nice flight and that was it. 

I got the feeling he still  resented me for picking Dad and not Mom.

I felt guilty and I just have to make it up to him. If only I hadn't chosen Dad things would've been so different.

I left the kitchen making my way to the bathroom to shower and get ready for school.

I was dressed in my school clothes and had my book bag in hand. 

"I'm off Mom" I announced, popping my head in the kitchen.

"Son wait " she said coming up to me .

" Just be safe okay,  I can't lose you too"

"I promise Mom I won't leave  ever again,  " I reassured her " But Mom really now it's just school I'll be safe " I joked with her .

 

I rode on my motorbike to school.

Whilst riding, images of her flashed in my mind.  Her emerald green eyes. Just staring.  I wonder who she is.  My neighbour, the girl  green eyed girl .

I managed to remember my way to the school after my Mom showed me around town when u arrived here yesterday.

I parked the bike in the schools parking lot and made my way to the building with the sign 'office'.

I got my schedule ,  English first period.  I walked up and down trying to figure out where I had to be.

Nobody offered help and being a typical guy I ain't asking for any directions.

The bell rang and I was left alone in the empty hallways just me and these rows and rows of lockers.

You should've asked dumbnut,  and there it goes,  my overly  aggressive inside voice.

The lady at the office seemed helpful so I decided to go back and ask her.

On my way a saw someone.  She was holding a photo. A tear came rolling down her cheek.

A lone tear.

She was Martin Mayfields girlfriend. I didn't know she came to this school.

I suddenly had this uncomfortable feeling.
GUILT.