The Older We Get

Chapter 1

Let's see how this book goes. XD Uh, I have some cast members chosen out. Same old same old. There's Joshua ok? XD And, there will be random and slow updates, not like my first two fanfictions, but heck, this book might suck anyway. Either way I'm just dropping by and catching up here and there. Thanks if you're reading this, and if you're not....well you won't see this message. XD Ta.

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               Some days are clear, and free, just like spring air that fills up your lungs, expanding them to make you believe you could do anything, until we confine ourselves into little rooms, and stop believing that we're capable of anything.

               Just a day like today; that's how it started.

               Me, riding my bike, up and down hills, blonde hair glossing up in the wind, no thought to my future, expect for the few times my mom brought up college, but my honey golden eyes were always staring elsewhere for life.

               Saturday, that Saturday, I strolled under the tree blossoms, chewing my bubble gum and humming a song I didn't know the words to, I felt my feet promote the need to dance or hop and skip, so without thinking, I left my bike on the side of the grassy road, tossing it and letting it fall like a forgotten comrade, in my clean neighborhood, alerting a few dogs to my actions, that they scolded me with their rough voices all the way towards my house, where I had no cares in the world.

               15 years old, innocent as a bug, or at least I behaved unlike a lot of other girls my age, content, and even more so, happy, that I was living in Vernon Oaks, the eventful town where my grandfather set roots, making our 3 story house, one of the first built in this area that had some pricy style to its brick lay and welcoming detail.

               Our perfectly green, lush, trimmed grass, the rows where you could see where the lawn mower had gone over, neat flowers saluting upwards in a direct line near our tree the branched out close to my bedroom window, and everything pretty as a picture that could be worthy of a paint by number set learning kit.

               I would've gone inside, had some lunch that my mom made, like every other day, smell the orange juice before I drank it, and texted some of my friends with my new phone that didn't have a crack in the screen, to join me for track, my life bumbling along in a happy stride, with infinite possibilities right up my sleeve.

               I would've done all those things.

               That was my life. Being happy. Being good. Sticking to what I cared about that way I was never in over my head. Its how I was always brought up, so yeah, I was in joy.

               But my mom, standing in her casual apparel, apron on with checkered oven mitts shoved in her blue jean pocket whilst crossing her arms, nodding and talking to a lady with long blonde hair, a tan, and glowing with warmth and sincerity smile, that had a figure, half her height beside her, hidden from me.

               They were people I'd never seen before.

               Didn't know if I would see again.

               Didn't know if I should care about anything but being polite in the now, and smiling when my mother saw me, gesturing her short nail cut fingers to hurry over, the person behind the lady I didn't know, peeking out his face a bit, and all I saw was a cute nose, freckles, defined freckles, a dorky little haircut, and big blue eyes that almost seemed edited to glow.