𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝. ❥ SodaPop Curtis

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01 | Roses are red, Violets are blue, And I have a bad feeling about you

Two years. Seven hundred and thirty days since I last saw my home town; Tulsa. Or even stepped a foot onto Oklahoma soil. Why? When I was fourteen my parents sent me to a boarding school, they wanted me to "expand" my knowledge at a prestigious school of girls.

Liars. It's not the real reason for sending me away, but my family likes to say the lie over and over again. Maybe, by the one hundredth time, it would actually come true?

"I'm not going to get lost, Thomas." I pushed the plate that was filled with food away and out of reach. I was too nervous to eat. My appetite had completely disappeared as soon as I heard my mother yelling at me to get ready for school.

My older brother blinked twice before glancing down at the plate that looked like it hadn't been touched. Like it was supposed to prove a point.

"What?"

Thomas held out a hand, pointing at the evidence before my eyes, "You barely even touched your eggs." He said.

"I'm not hungry." I pushed my chair back and stood from the kitchen table. My eyes caught the sight of my over-thinker of a brother. He was worried. Why was he so worried? It's just school.

I tilted my head to the side as a sigh escaped my lips, "Thomas, I'm going to be okay. You worry too much. Tulsa is my home and it never stopped being my home." The only thing I can do in this situation is reassure him as much as possible that there is no chance of me dying on my first day back to school. Things like that only happen to the people on the newspaper.

"A lots changed since you left, you know that right?" I nodded my head and he continued, "The greasers are gettin more bolder and violent. It's one hell of a problem."

He took a dragged it along his face, "It doesn't help that you are smart and have the looks."

I couldn't help but laugh. The way he spoke was so serious, yet his words did not exactly match the atmosphere.

Thomas dropped his hand and slowly began to glare daggers at me. Which, to his distaste. Was like gasoline adding to the fire of laughter.

"I-I'm sorry," I said between hearty laughs. At last, I collected myself and spoke, "You were saying?" I waved a hand at Thomas as held his usual look of  'irritation.'

"Never mind." He mumbled and then walked out of the dinning room. I looked at the spot he once stood in, thinking to myself. Did I go too far? Is he really that upset?

Thomas does not like to admit it, but he can be a sensitive person at times. Especially, when he is trying to get a point  across. It seems like things never change. Even after two years my brother is still the same boy those two years ago. Only now, he is much taller and lost most of his baby weight, making him have a new look full of charm.

"Clementine?" The sound of my mother's voices pulled me out of my thoughts. I twisted my neck to the left and saw my mother standing with an arm folded in front of chest, while the other played with the set of pearls that wrapped around her freckled neck.

"What are you still doing here? And where is your brother?" She let go of her pearls and I smiled sheepishly.

"I think Thomas is mad at me." My shoulders shrugged as I leaned back on my heel and unintentionally copied my mother's stance in the process.