Only In My Dreams

Vanishing Acts and Appearences

[A/N: Okay, I haven't uploaded in a while, but I haven't really been . . . Inspired to write I guess. So, I've been reading around Wattpad and plotting my story. I have so much planned for future chapters, but I didn't want to include anything like that in this chapter. So, what I'm going to do is skip over the month a little bit. This chapter is dedicated to Lovely461 for being my best friend, a great writer, and always commenting on my stories. Love you girl! Onto the new chapter we shall go. Wait, one last thing.......

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Okay, I think that's it. (:

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This is purely fictional. Anything relating to any real-life situation is purely coincidential.

CHAPTER EIGHT

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  . . . One Month Later . . .

  "LAAAAACEY!!!! HURRY UP!!" my mother called.

  I stood in the middle of my room. Well, my old room. The sound of the beach waves were heard below, but never were the ticking of my old grandfather clock ever going to be heard again. The pictures that littered the walls were taken down, only to be replaced with a thin line of dust. I didn't have the strength to clean it off, but I can't stand to look at it. I felt the tears sting my eyes slightly as I can still imagine everything where it's supposed to be: my dresser, my bed, my bookshelf. All of it. My heart felt heavy in my chest as I looked at my closet. I remembered the night of the party so many weeks ago . . .

  No, I can't think about that.

  I sighed and walked sadly out of the once-homely room. It felt like it didn't belong to me anymore, but I guess it didn't anyways. Now it was whoever bought the house. Hell if I know. I just know that I'm moving thousands of miles away and probably will never see my room ever again. A small pang resounded in my chest as I passed the different rooms that were once furnished, but were now empty. I remember crying for a little while as I laid in my room for the last time last night. I spent most of the night staring at the walls that I would never see again. I ran my hand over the walls, holding back the tears threatening to escape. I shook my head as I pulled back my hand and held it to my chest with the other. A small sob escaped my lips as I stopped in the middle of the hall. I let my hands fall as I took a couple calming breaths and put on a fake smile for all of those waiting outside.

  "LAAAAAAAAACE!!!!!!! DON'T LEAVE!!!!" Skye blubbered, jumping on me as soon as I opened the door. I patted her back, trying not to start crying myself.

  "Way to put on the dramatic's, Booboo," Art said, laughing.

  "Yeah, I don't see why you didn't get into the Spring Play," Hannah stated, laughing along with Art.

  Skye shot up. She put her hands on her hips. I can see the playful glint in her eyes, but it vanished as soon as I saw it. I resisted the urge to grin, this was going to be something to watch.

  "What's you're problem, Hannah?" Skye snapped. "You know that I just didn't try hard enough and that I get stage fright. That was a low blow."

  Hannah stopped laugh and stood with her mouth gaping open, Art did also. I leaned back against the door frame, shaking my head. Everyone stood, looking on with dry amusement. I think only Skye and I know what's going to end up happening. I watched, trying not to ruin it and start cracking up.

  "B-b-but I didn't-"

  "Oh, you know what you did," Skye said icily. "You know that you're just going to be all over him when she's gone, don't you? She won't be standing in your way anymore Because she'll be thousands of miles away and won't have any hand on him."