Endless.

Prologue

Hi everyone!

I've decided to start writing again after quite a few years and hopefully I won't get writer's block in the middle of this one ;-;
I'll try post updates every week, but if I can't then...I'm-I'm sorry D:

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~ Prologue ~

Jaimie - Year 3

"Pass it to me! To me!" I yelled, waving my arms up and down in the air. The brown haired, green-blue eyed boy kicked the ball over to me and I jumped, catching it in both hands. Grasping the ball in my hand, I started running towards the three long poles which were the goals. I was never really a sporty person but when it came to the AFL, I was ecstatic. My dad had taught me how to play, he taught me all the positions and the different strategies that would help win the match. I kicked the ball up high just as the boy tackled me and the ball went flying past the tallest pole signalling a six pointer. "Yes!" I squealed in delight, completely forgetting I was laying under someone. "Oof! I'm...I'm sorry..." He got up and brushed his hands against his shorts before offering a hand to me. I took his hand and got up, "It's okay, it happens! That's the real way to play footy!" I giggled. The boy smiled, his eyes showing a hint of excitement, "I'm Mitchell" he told me, "Mitchell Davidson".
"Jaimie Wartol", I smiled back, "Do you live around here?"
He looked at me and nodded his head, "Yeah...yeah I do."
"Sorry, it's just that...I've never really seen you around. Did you just move?"
"I travel around a lot. Dad's work never really liked the idea of 'settling in', you know? I mean, we'll stay somewhere for a few months, a year or so if we're lucky..." His facial expression turned sad.
"Oh...I'm sorry. If you want I can show you around? How long are you staying here for?"
Mitchell picked the ball up and we started walking out of the park, "Permanently!" His face lit up, as did mine.
"Really?! That's great! I...I mean..."
He let out a soft laugh and shook his head, "It's okay...it is great! Hey, do you want me to walk you home?"
"Are you sure? Would your parents be okay with that? I mean, I live just over there..." I pointed at the two-storie, white painted house. It was more modern and larger than the other houses.
"Hey...wait...that house?! My house is right next door to it!" Mitchell laughed.
"We're neighbours!" I exclaimed as we started walking towards our homes.

Most of the journey was quiet as we were embracing the beautiful Australian spring weather around us. He had asked me a few questions about where I had learnt to play AFL, how long I've been living in Sydney, what my family was like. The basic questions. I had asked him the same in return. Once we reached the gates of my house, I could see my mum busy watering the garden. She spotted me outside of the fence and put the hose down, "Hi Jaimie!" She exclaimed, "How was the park? Did you have fun?" Her eyes wandered over to Mitchell, "Oh! Who's this?"
"Mum, this is Mitchell Davidson. He just moved here from Perth and he's also our neighbour." I grimanced at her excitement.

My mum was always quite a bubbly person, always so energetic and full of life - even after my dad had passed. The only time anyone ever saw her break was the day we lost a husband/father, but who could blame her? Her and dad's relationship was something that I loved. The way they always looked at each other, the way dad protected mum and how mum cared for him. One day, dad was diagnosed with stage four leukimia. It was too late for him to be cured, so we did everything we could to make his final months worth while. Road trips, picnics, more family bonding time. A few months later he passed away, and my mum broke down. Her personality changed back to her happy, usual self a few weeks later though I could feel a certain spark missing from her.

Mitchell offered out a hand to her, "Hi Mrs. Wartol!" he smiled.
"Oh it's so lovely to meet you! What a nice boy you are, but please, call me Ann. Are your parents home? I'd love to meet them too. It's always nice having new neighbours around."
He looked at his watch then back up at my mother, "It's only 2:30...dad doesn't come back until 8ish and my...I lost my mum when I was 5."
Mum and I looked at each other, both knowing that we had gone through the same thing. She embraced Mitchell in a hug, "Why don't you come inside, sweetheart? I have chocolate chip biscuits baking in the oven." Mum started leading him into the house whilst I walked beside him, "My baby girl and I have gone through the same thing with Jaimie's father. It's tough, but it will get better". 
He let out a small smile and softly whispered a 'thank you' to both my mother and I.

The kitchen smelt like freshly baked cookies as we stepped inside and I could practically feel the drool wanting to escape my mouth from the heavenly scent. Mum poured two glasses of strawberry and banana smoothies she had made earlier and set them down in front of us.
"Thank you so much for this!" Mitchell took a sip of his drink, "Mmmm! This is amazing!"
I laughed as I started drinking mine, "Mum is the best cook I know!"
"I'll agree with you on that one!" Mitchell nodded. We all laughed at that and started conversing with each other. 

Within the next few days, Mitchell and I became closer than ever. We hung out after school, on the weekends and even some days at schools. In classes, if we were set a group project, we'd always be each other's partners. We were inseperable.
"Best friends?" Mitchell asked me one day.
I blushed as I pulled him into a hug, "Best friends!"

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Sorry if this was really short! I mean, it's only a prologue and an insight on how they became best friends and whatnot. I'll start writing and post chapter one up soon, I promise!

Though this part of the story isn't much, it'd be great if you could comment & vote for me!
Thank you so much!

x,
Gracia