I WAS THAT GIRL

Chapter four

Chapter four.

The week passed by in a blur. Everyday Blake would come over and we would go for a long run, that leaves me both breathless and tired. However, I never complained. I love the morning run because it gave me something to look forwards to everyday, and that was something I never really got the chance to do before at home.

Hope.

Once this routine was started I started noticing that I developed some energy ball that just keeps fellowing every time we went for a morning,'jog' as Blake calls it, even though it felt more like a long walk, than jog.

With school nearly around the corner, everything around the house has been so hectic, that I never really got the chance to spend anytime with my grandmother. I've been here nearly two weeks and I haven't made any other friends aside from Blake. However, that didn't really bother me at all, because I didn't really care how many friends I had, as long as this school doesn't turn out to be anything like my other school, where everyone made a punching bag out of me, including my sister.

I haven't talked to Carly in nearly two weeks and as much as it pained me to say it, I missed my older sister. Carly was the only family that I knew aside from Mrs. Lavistkey, who doesn't count, because unlike my sister, she actually treated me like a family, even though we weren't really related. Mrs. Lavistkey never looked at me like I was broke, or wounded.

"Lina, Blake is here, what are you doing?" my grandmothers voice echoed up stair to the room I was currently occupying. The minute I heard Blake's name, I hurried getting dressed for our usual morning 'jog.' I rushed down the stair, and just as I was about to speak my hello, Blake came rushing towards me, and picked me of the ground in a bone crushing hug. Grandma picked that moment to walk out of the kitchen in her yellow apron that looked like it has been washed one to many times.

"Sweet heart, make sure to come back before twelve o clock because he still have to go shopping for school supplies," grandma voiced as she stood at the entrance of the kitchen, smiling kindly at Blake.

" sure grandma," I nodded once I was done returning Blake's bone crushing hug.

Once Blake released me, I walked away to put my running shoes on. As I advanced towards the door with Blake on my right, I realized just how energized I felt for the first time this morning. Standing out on our lawn, I turned to Blake and extended my hand out to him. Blake right away to the hint and handed his i pod over to me. Ever since our first jog, I have made it an habit and manged to take Molly as an hostage, until the end of our jog. Blake never complained, and at times I took advantage and felt bad after words.

"So are you ready for school," Blake began, as the silence settled in making me a little uncomfortable. I was a little glad that he broke the silence because it felt like it was eating me alive. However, school was not the subject I wanted to talk about this early in the morning. I hated my old school because Carly and her friends have found a way to make my life hell there, and every time I thought about schools, no matter which school, I couldn't bring my self to be that happy, if anything I was scared out of my mined. I could feel my breathing pick up and my palms sweating. To anyone, this might look like I was having this symptoms because we've been jogging for a little while, but I know better than to really tell the the real reason.

"So, do you have any siblings," I asked trying to change the subject. Since I've met Blake, I have never really asked personal questions, and he never asked me one too. I loved that he respected my privacy. I had a feeling that Blake knew there was something up with me, but he never said anything about it. I was grateful that he respected my choice to change the subject because he went a head and answered my questions.