Daisy
I rolled over in bed and squinted at the tiny, red numbers on my nightstand '5:23'. Another sleepless night. As long as I can remember the dreams were there. Every night a new and horrifying iteration of the last. I swung my feet over the side of the bed and slid on my piggy house shoes. I gave myself a once over in the mirror the eye bags as apparent as they always were, nothing a little concealer couldn't fix. I shuffle to the bathroom and turn on the shower, i scrolled through my phone while I waited for the water to heat up, all my 'friends' share their whole lives on their social media. I mean don't these people want some privacy? I step in the water and sigh as the hot water erases the remaining memories of my dream.
After stepping out of the shower I glance again at the clock '6:00', I still had another hour and half before I had to be out the door. My closet is a mess I think to myself as I grab my skinny jeans, black long sleeve and matching belt, all put together with a gorgeous pair of combat boots I got at the thrift store for 10 bucks. I grab my school bag and head down the stairs. My mom was sitting at the table staring at her computer, like she always was. My mom was always swamped with work. She used to stay at home until my dad died, he owned his own law firm and after he passed my mother took over the empire he had built.
"Morning mom," Without glancing up she replied "Morning sweetie, Do you need a ride to school today," I was 17 a senior in Highschool and still didn't have my driver's license. Ever since my dad i couldn't imagine driving a car.
It was December of last year, 4 days before Christmas, my dad was coming home from a late night at the office he lost control of the car driving over a bridge, his seatbelt was half cut when they found him, apparently he was stuck and trying to get out, but he just didn't get it off in time. Even though it's been 9 months i still remember that day like it was yesterday. I still hear the sound of my mothers screams when the officers came to the door.
"Daisy, Everything okay?" My mother's concerned voice snapped me out of my memories.
"Yes, I'm fine,"
I have these overpowering visions. It's like I'm not even there anymore just completely overtaken by the memory. I can recall every moment, the smells, the sounds. It's like I'm living the memory all over again. I even have the most vivid dreams. For the good ones it's amazing, like actually feeling like I'm jumping on a cloud made of cotton candy, but the bad ones, they. are. BAD.
"So how about that ride to school," Mom asked looking at me over her glasses the way she always did after one of my "visions".
"I think I'll walk today,"
"Alright but be careful and don't talk to strangers"
My mom was your typical mother. Always worried about what her daughter was doing and making sure her daughter turned out to be a way better version of herself, but after dad died, she's been too busy with not thinking about him and running the business so now when I sneak out it goes unnoticed and the stench of weed on me doesn't make her gag.
I started smoking a little bit before dad died, when my mom caught me with it she was furious to say the least, but life wasn't all peaches and rainbows before dad died like my mom thinks, things were still hard, me and my mother couldn't get along and dad would always have to put the fire out, since he is no longer here, me and mom don't go around making fires anymore, she lets me do whatever I want to do and in turn I don't bother her when she's working, so I guess I don't bother her at all.
After eating my breakfast and playing Candy Smash, I headed out the door and started walking. I've lived in the same house my whole life so therefore I have also gone in the same school my whole life. I'm "popular" and I use that term very loosely, I just know everyone because we've been together since kindergarten, but I guess having friends is nice. I only really care about one friend though, Alison. Me and Alison met on the playground in kindergarten I punched a boy in the stomach for pushing her in the sandbox and we've been inseparable ever since.
About halfway from the school, I noticed a bird on the ground. Oh no, a dead birdie I thought to myself but as I walked closer, I noticed it wasn't dead. In fact, it looked to be in good health. It was just sitting there watching.
"Okay little birdie what do you want to do next," My father looked at me anticipating my response ready for the next task after he let me stay home and play hooky. "Let's watch the little mermaid" "But we watched that movie yesterday" he said, "I know it's my favorite" I said eagerly "Well then we will watch it my dear"
The bird watched me fall into my memories, "I miss you dad," The bird glanced at me a second more and then flew away.
Once at school I noticed everyone talking in whispers to each other, which let's be honest wasn't an uncommon thing for highschoolers. I wondered what the topic of discussion was going to be today another classmate subjected to teen pregnancy, or who slept with who over the weekend. But as soon as i spotted Allie waving her arms at me like a crazy person i noticed the topic. A new face I'd never seen before.
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Drawn to You
عاطفيةDaisy Winter was someone everyone knew. She was always the one cracking jokes and making people laugh. Walker Stephens was almost the opposite the quiet new boy from the city. But they might be more alike than they think.
