Chick, Chick, Chick

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

It had been several years since that night. The memory of Kasey still haunted me in my dreams. I couldn’t keep it out of my head if I wanted to. She haunted my every sleeping moment, and I missed her dearly, sure. It’s kind of hard to move on when I saw her die right in front of me.

I clutched the locket on the necklace she’d given me when we were around 12, maybe a week or two before the train killed her. It held a picture of us, arms around each others’ shoulders, grinning like maniacs towards the camera. I hadn’t taken the locket off unless it was absolutely necessary. It was the only thing I had to remind me of Kasey other than the haunting memory of that night.

I got up and made my bed, making sure the corner of the side I slept on was folded back so I could just slide in and cover myself up. My room was pretty clean minus the pile of clothes in the corner. Mom still had my hamper downstairs, so I had to keep them in a pile for now. It kind of bothered me. I was a bit OCD about having my room clean. I liked to have a place for my clothes and other personal items. Kasey used to make fun of my OCD because she was always messy about her room.

Making my way over to my dresser, I opened the second drawer and searched through my tops before finding a simple light blue baby doll top, a pair of bootcut jeans, and a pair of simple black heeled boots. I bent down so I could see while I brushed my blonde hair out of my face, parting it to the left so that it angled across my forehead. My blue-grey eyes looked just a little tired, so I put on a little blue eyeshadow and some mascara. I put on some lip gloss and smacked my lips. I thought I looked pretty good in my personal opinion but not in a conceited way.

I grabbed my backpack and binder off of the floor beside my bed and propped it on one shoulder, making my way into the hall and to the living room. I sat my bag and binder down at the end of the couch and clacked my way across the hardwood into the kitchen area; I grabbed a Poptart and tossed it into the toaster for a moment to warm it up while I made myself a glass of strawberry milk, my secret love.

Beep! My Poptart popped up, and I grabbed it, breaking it hot dog style. I enjoyed dipping it in my milk so the cinnamon (since I loved the brown sugar and cinnamon kind) would mix in with the milk to create a delicious concoction of flavor that I would drink once I was done.

I downed the warm Poptart and chugged down the milk so I wouldn’t be late to catch my bus. I put the plastic cup in the sink and tossed my trash into the bin. I sprinted into the living room in my boots and grabbed my bag and binder. Mom was already gone to work, so I didn’t bother yelling that I was leaving for school.

The bus stop was pretty empty today, but that was because some of the student body just walked instead of rode the bus on certain days. I supposed today was one of those days, so I didn’t think anything of it. I was making my way towards the bus stop when I saw a girl who looked oddly familiar to me for some insane reason. She had cropped black hair and light skin. I even saw a lip ring. Who gets their lip pierced? Seriously? That wasn’t really important as a thought though. She looked familiar, and it creeped me out. I hadn’t seen the girl around here before. I’d have known because I was decently popular in school. I knew a good enough chunk of the student body to be able to know if she went to my school or not. She didn’t.

This thought bothered me, but I boarded the bus with her. I tried not to stare; I didn’t want to seem like I was creepy because I most certainly wasn’t, but something about her threw me off. Just the way she felt to me seemed off. Something about her was definitely familiar. Her green eyes caught my gaze for a moment as I passed by her to take a seat, and even with other people on the bus, I felt completely freaked out. Who was this girl? Why did she seem so familiar when I hadn’t met her before a day in my life?