Georgia. - j&j

{Intro}

It was so bright. I couldn't see anything but the beaming sun shining in my eyes. I made a roof on my forehead with my hand so i could see my father laughing at me. "Sun too bright for ya?" he said chuckling. "Only a little." I responded still struggling with the bright, bright sun. He laughed even more. My favorite thing about him was his laugh, so pure and when he talked it calmed me down, it was so soothing.

I was sitting there, in the passenger seat of my father's new car, laughing with him. We were so happy. Nothing could change it. The last thing i remember hearing was my father's chuckling fading away as things got quicker and more tense because then everything went black.

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I woke up to the sound of my mother screaming at me. Apparently she had been doing this for 10 minutes. I groaned, slowly getting up from my bed but then falling on the floor. I just lay there. Too tired and depressed to get up.

Its been a year now since my father died. He was my best friend, when i found out, i didn't get out of bed for a week. It was horrible. One moment seeing him happy and laughing, the next seeing him laying in a hospital bed after his life had been taken away from him and my mom and me.

I'm 18 now though. I think i can handle anything else life has to throw at me. I'm about to start my Senior year in highschool and i still don't have a single best friend. Only aquaintances. I always prefer to be left alone.

I got up off the floor after my mother yelled at me to get dinner out and ready to make for my brother. He was coming home today. He had been in Austrailia for college. He's been there since he finished highschool. Its been 3 years. I miss him. We get along very well. When i was about 7, he was 10 and we used to play those fantasy games where i was the princess and he was the knight. But it was the brother-sister version, no kissing involved. Bleh.

He used to watch out for me all the time. In fifth grade, i got bullied so he told me to be strong and say something to them instead of standing there like a punching bag. So i did.

I told them to stop being poopyheads and leave me alone. The next day, they started kicking me too and got in trouble. They deserved it. I never did anything to them.

It was now 12pm. My brother would be here at about 5pm. I couldn't wait to see him. "Isabella! Make sure you get out the turkey sausage! You know how your brother likes those better than th-"

"Yes mom i know!" I love my mom but she has been working a lot lately and coming home late at night. She works as a detective for the LAPD. One time she came home at 2am. I don't think she knows i know that though. I'm worried cause when she comes home, she comes extremely stressed. Her eyes have bags underneath, her hands stained with dry erase marker. Her legs too sore to function properly. Sometimes i have to lead her to her room.

After getting out the sausage and the ingridients for tonights tacos, i sat down on the couch in the living room and started watching The Office on Netflix. My absolute favorite show. I was sitting there enjoying this part of my life when i feel my phone buzz. I take it out of my pocket and look at it.

Thoughts stream into my head. My heart starts pounding. I don't know what to do. I just sit there in shock. I slowly unlock my phone. The text says "i know this is really out of the blue but i was wondering if you wanted to meet me somewhere today, we need to talk."

I can't believe this. It was my old best friend. Shawn.