I tried.. to convince my dad I didn't need therapy, despite my massive physical and emotional dysfunction and depression. I tried.. to just knock my head off the wall, hoping to knock this bad dream that has now become my unfortunate.. Reality.. I tried everything I could.. but it just wasn't going away, and my father couldn't take it anymore. I saw it in his eyes, the desperation of trying to piece back together what was left of his broken daughter. I tried to change.. but there was too much to let go of that I still can't.. I wanted to say I needed more time but I thought about my father, all he had to put up with.. I hate change.. I HATE MOVING AWAY.. away from everything that's meant everything to me in the past..
Tragic.. isn't it? That was me.. 2 months ago..
It was when my father put down his reading glasses one early morning and looked me in the eye with what seemed to be the most helpless voice my father ever used, "Amy, come back hon. please? i'm all alone out here" I stared blankly at my withered copy of Eat Pray Love and cried in silence for what seemed to be the very first time since it happened.
Moving away.. from my hometown East Horizons that was my home and my heart was one tough decision I had to make, not just for myself, but also to keep my father's sanity. I guess that made more sense; for my father. I had to move away, to move forward. I had to move away to be able to let go, loosen the strings that bind me. I had to move away to be able to heal myself; piece myself back together and get back on track. I had to move away.. from the one thing I held on to for so long..
I had to move away, so I can finally say -- Goodbye
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fast forward -- 6 months later..
"LUCE!!! c'mon man!! get up! we're gonna be late! and I am done putting up with all the tardy slips I get because of your lazy ass!" I screamed.. as I always do.. Luce is my darling roommate who never seems to care about well, pretty much anything school-related; free spirit Luce. I on the other hand, had to be the responsible, caring and loving roommate to catch her every time her spirit soars up too high above the ceiling.
I met Luce 6 months ago, the first time I ever went out of what is now my new home Westfields. We talked a bit, mostly it was about the canvas and and my messy apron and hair and what it was all about. Luce and I are both major in arts and theater; me minor in music while Luce took up a minor in painting. I guess you could say we clicked right then and there, what with our similar interests.
"Amy..................................."
There goes Amber Luce .. "oh, c'mon! We're gonna be late sleepyhead"..
"Oh please.. I know you.. want .. see.. Jace........hmmph hehe"..
"ARE YOU DRUNK?!" I'm going without you now..
I grabbed my bag and ran..
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I jogged my way from our dorm to school... "let's see.. music sheets.. whooo.. scripts.. okayyyy.."
"move!"
"wha-"
*loud crash*
the last thing i could remember was that I was speeding my way up to the school gate scrumming over my things when a familiar voice shouted at me --- and then I fell.. and then blank..
"my head"
"dont worry, you still got it hahaha"
"oh sh*t it hurts.. hahaha are you okay?" what?? is wrong with me asking him that?!
he smirked laughed "I'm OKAY.. ARE YOU?!.. looks like I hit you pretty hard huh?"
Jace Crawford.. out of all the luck in the world, why did it have to happen now???? when I'm running late and have to get going?! I would've wanted to linger on this rare moment.. you know.. kind of like the way movies work?? slow motions and background music? NO.. hahaha.. what was I thinking anyway.. REALITY hits you hard like a bike.. your reaction? unplanned, your words? unchoreographed , and your scene? unrehearsed.. it will never be as smooth as the movies..
"Yeah, hahaha.. " he helped me up like the friendly guy he was and gave me my things
"So what's it about?" - Jace
"What's what about? what??" I looked at him.. confusion across my face
"Your play.. uhm.. the script?" - Jace
"d'you read it?" how long was i out??????
"a bit i guess while i was gathering them" he smirked. " its well-written.. :)"
I'm not the gentle pretty girl who blushes sweetly whenever she's complimented.. I'd say I'm more of like a tomato when I get complimented.. hahaha..
"hahhahahahahaha" i laughed a bit hysterically.. dumb and weird........
"thanks but i have to go.. really"
"wait but.." - Jace
"no really.. its fine.. :) have a good day!"
and I ran............................. so hard.. my heart was racing.......... I ran so much I wished I stayed..
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JACE POV.
"wait but.." I said..
"no really.. its fine.. :) have a good day!" - Amy
before I could even explain , she bolted out of my sight just as suddenly as she'd appeared on my path..
"you have a bruise on your forehead...." I whispered to myself.. man... that girl's made of steel..
I took my bike and walk away.. as much as i'd wanted to stay a while..
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AMY POV..
"moments come and go.. and its hard to catch up to them because when they're really good moments.. they usually happen way too fast than you want them to.. I hate change..
but if I didn't accept it, I wouldn't be where I am today.. If I didn't challenge myself to move.. I would've been stuck in that same old neighborhood where morning sun didn't matter.. My life would've been over if I remained.." I read it aloud on my script writing class...... and smiled.. and my classmates applauded..
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ChickLit18 year old Amy is out of her mind. She's a typical new mysterious weird girl in the old neighborhood of East Horizons. Folks wonder how and when she'll turn out... until well.. you'll find out..