I'm Gonna Miss You

Chapter 2: The Good Neighbour

The next morning I was awakened by the sun, yet again. Grumpy and annoyed, I sat up in bed, wondering why I never closed the curtains at night. I tilted my head to the window and gazed at the direction of the light. Usually my room was filled from floor to ceiling with this nuisance, but today it seemed a bit strange.

"What the..." I mumbled to myself as I stared at a rectangular object blocking some of the light.

I focused my eyes on the source of the blockage and then I realized that it was the piece of paper Kyan had forced me to put up the day before. I hung my head and rubbed my eyes as I still sat in bed, half-asleep. I sat still for a moment, trying to switch my mood to the happier side. Thinking about last night, definitely left a grin on my face.

I smiled remembering the events only a few hours ago, instantly flinching at the pain from both corners of my mouth. I must have been smiling too much the other day. Kyan had stayed over way past 9 pm, and she ended up going home only because her parents had called and yelled at her over the phone.

I chuckled, knowing the only reason she didn't want to leave early was because Nelson had come home. He came in my room, not knowing that she was around, and I invited him to eat the rest of the pizza with us. Kyan being the sly girl she was, found her way beside my brother and they actually bonded. The image flashed in my mind once more, of them laughing and talking side by side. I could feel my stomach begin to churn. I shuddered, avoiding my insides from spilling out of my mouth.

I bit my lip, which grew to be an unconscious habit of mine, and stood from my bed. My feet landed on the soft carpet as I stood there soundless aside from the cracking of my neck.

"Are you kidding me?" My words came out as thin as air.

I bent over, my hand extended in front of me, reaching for the pillow that fell from my bed. I wiped it off, even though it wasn't dirty, and threw it back onto my bed. I stared at the cotton filled sack, telepathically throwing threats its way, hoping it wouldn't fall off the bed anymore, but I knew it still would the following morning.

I looked up at the window and slowly held out my hand towards the paper that hung on the pane. I gently wrapped my fingers on the edge and yanked the tape down and away from its surface.

"You've got to be kidding me..." I mumbled as my eyes caught sight of something beyond my window.

'Hi, my name's D. Nice to meet you.'

Oh god, she actually replied. I stood there, staring at the words written on the plain white paper with a blue marker. The handwriting was so graceful and delicate, I could stand here for days admiring it. Given the harsh way I wrote my letter, I must have come off as a barbarian.

I looked over to my desk and saw the marker I had used for the previous note. I stared at the paper that I still clutched in my hand and set it on my desk. Turning it over, I took my marker and began writing on the back of the sheet.

'I'm Lilah. I go to Academy of St.Thomas, incoming 3rd year. Where do you go to school?'

I stuck another line of tape to the note and replaced it on the glass. I stood there for a moment, wondering if 'D' would reply right away. I soon realized that, that was impossible. She was either sleeping or not around. It's not like replying to a neighbour's strange note was her top priority, anyways. I took a deep breath, then turned and headed for the door.

Walking down the steps, I rubbed my eyes with my hands. I know, closing my eyes while walking down the stairs, wasn't the smartest, but shush. I'm sleepy. I yawned one more time, stepping through the dinning room archway. Unlike the other day, there was no breakfast awaiting me. I pouted at the empty counter, somehow hoping that food would magically appear out of nowhere. I pursed my lips as I turned to face the fridge.