Spring

Spring//Chapter One

Some days it's just quiet in our house. Never is there fully silence, there is either Summer's pen scratching on paper or Autumn listening to music. Sometimes there's more than just a bit of noise, sometimes it's like a hurricane that comes rushing at you. My sisters may be older, but I doubt they're louder and angrier than me right now.

"No, Mom, and you can't make me!" I shrieked and pushed back the chair I was sitting on. "I can't go to some freaking homework club! "

I could tell I was going to cry any second.

"Spring, calm yourself! I'm just doing what's good for you. You have to underst-" She was cut off by my shriek.

"Good for me?" I cried. "Good for me?  You know what'll be good for me? To get away out of this stupid family, because I hate you all." With that I sprinted upstairs and busted into my room. I closed to door behind me and felt the tears coming.

I leaned against the door and let myself slide down. I buried my head in my knees and sighed. Why did she want me to go to a homework club for people who had trouble doing their homework? I was fine!

A few second later I heard a rap on the door.

"Spring, it's me." I slowly opened my door and let my older sister in. She was frowning, and she looked very strict. Autumn could be the most fun and humourous sister in the world and the next she would be a frightening teacher.

"Spring. Listen to Mom. She's really upset over you saying that, and so are we. You should apologise." She beckoned me to sit beside her. "Come on, lil sis, you didn't mean that?"

Yes, I did. I was going to say but I kept myself from it.

"No." I whispered before tucking myself into her chest. I felt so small and vulnerable. It wasn't such a big deal, but then people would make fun of me, like in my old school.

"I don't want to go through that all again," I sobbed, letting my older sister run her hand through my hair.

"That's all behind you, Spring. You're a different person now." She rocked me, shushing me while I bawled my head off.

It's all because of one person, the girl that bullied me from when I was eight to when I was fifteen. Her name was Hazel Trevers, an ugly name for an ugly creature. Then everyone knew about my 'problem' and my best friend told me that the teacher told the whole class about my dyslexia when I wasn't in the class.

I hated Transton elementary and the first half of middle school.

After we moved to Creekston, everything was better. The people who did know about my dyslexia were kind about it and didn't bother me much about it, even helped me in fact.

I prefer it way more than my old school. I have friends here, my girlfriends Maya and Aubrey and my gay boy best friend Luke.

They're the best friends I would ever wish for. Kind, funny, silly. Not like Kasey from Transton, who after all did leave me when everyone found out.

Now my friends love me; appreciate me. They don't pity me or make fun. They treat me like; well, like I'm like them.

Well, of course, I am your average sixteen year old. Blonde hair, blue eyes, kind of average size. Not too fat, but not slim either. I liked my body, but it was what was in my head confused me.

When I looked at a page it took a while for me to realize what I was doing. The words danced around the page and didn't make sense.

But now Mom wanted me to attend a homework club with an SNA called Clare. She was a short, elfish like woman with long brown hair she did in a ponytail everyday. She helped me between classes with reading and writing.

What made me so happy was that nobody noticed and even talked to me about it. They didn't mind and that filled me with such happiness.

"Hey, Spring, wakey wakey." I snapped out of my daydream and looked up at Autumn. She was smiling gently, her face literally dripping with symphaty. Ugh. I hated it when people felt sorry for me.

I suddenly shot up. I don't know what went through me. I didn't care.

I ran out of the room and went where only one person would understand me.

Dad.

I went into the spare room we used for guests and opened the closet. There were boxes stacked up in rows in it, each labeled with what was in it.

I took out the box labeled Dad. I prised it open and took away the layer of foam. Underneath were dad's clothes and a few albums of photos. I took out the first one and flipped the page open.

It was Dad and baby Winter, who was sleeping soundly and holding Dad's coat in her little hand. Dad looked so happy, with clean brown hair and a some slight hairs on his chin. His blue eyes were twinkling and his smile was so radiant. Mom said I had eyes exactly like his, but I had Mom's hair. Winter was the only one who looked just like Dad. Long, chocolate curls and big blue eyes.

I sniffed as I ran my finger over the surface. He's not real anymore. Not now. Not ever.

I then hugged a grey and blue striped jumper to my chest and felt the tears.

"Daddy, I'm so sorry." I sobbed quietly, wiping my wet hair from my face."So sorry." I took out a framed picture of the whole family around Dad's coffin. It was traditional brown with flowers around it. Mom was hugging Autumn, Winter was holding Summer who looked hysterical and I was caught wiping my eye. I thought of Dad now, under the ground, buried, gone.

At the bottom of the box I found a little mosaic heart.

It spelt out, To my lovely daughters and wife, forever in my heart.

At the back it was smoother and words were carved into it.

Girls, I'm sorry I couldn't be a good father to you. Don't miss me too much. I love you all. Georgia, you were the perfect wife and I love you so much.

II burst out crying at that. I threw the things back in the boxes and ran back to my room. Autumn had left so I threw myself on my cool covers and screamed. Dad wouldn't want me to go to a stupid homework club.

I hope he didn't. I didn't want to disappoint him.

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