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I carefully lift the lid off of the little, blue box, slowly revealing what's inside. Tucked into a tiny, white, silk cushion is an amazing, silver heart locket. It has a 'B' engraved on the front and tiny diamantes line the edge of the heart. I let a few tears fall as I hold the necklace in my hand, taking time to appreciate what Laura and Megan and done for me.
I put the locket back in it's box and placed it on the bedside table very gently. I looked at the time; ten-forty. Plenty of time to get ready. I wipe my tears away and continue to unpack my suitcase. It's a really nice day, so I decide to go with a cute, summer top and some mini shorts. The top is that summer colour, sort of similiar to that of a mango and the shorts are plain white. The colours really compliment my dark, brown eyes... Even if I say so myself! I wear some simple white flip-flops and a pearl bracelet. For my make-up, I put on a tiny bit of mascara and some clear lip gloss, not wanting to be one of those girls who cakes it on every day. I grab a small, white wallet (which already has my money in it) and place my phone in one of the pockets of my shorts.
I spend half an hour straightening my long, wavy, brown hair and arranging it using bobby pins until I am completely satisfied. By this time, it's eleven-thirty. I run downstairs where my Mom is sitting alone, eating pancakes. "You're up early," she says, sarcastically.
"Yeah, sorry, Mom. Did you make pancakes?" I ask, feeling slightly guilty that I didn't wake up early enough to have some.
"Yes, I did. But, you weren't up to enjoy them. Shame, that is," she says, laughing. "Are you heading out somewhere?"
"Yeah, I'm going to the mall with that boy, Drew."
"Oh, Melissa's son?"
"Yeah, that's the one. He's picking me up in about twenty minutes."
"Oh, okay. Do you know what time you'll be home?"
"I don't know, Mom. I'll call you when I'm on my way, so you can stop the party," I laugh. She laughs along with me. I've always been the more mature one out of me and my mother, and so, we often make jokes about it.
Suddenly, I hear a car beeping outside. "Bye, Mom!" I call as I run out the door. Drew is leaning against the side of a shiny, black Range Rover, wearing a white shirt and black jeans. "Sweet car," I say as I make my way over to him. He chuckles and says, "Thanks! Hop in!"
Throughout the whole fifteen-minute drive to the basketball court, we talk about heaps of stuff; family, friends, school, pets, hobbies, favourite things. We could have carried on talking for hours longer if the trip had lasted that long. As nervous as I felt, a part of me wished it had lasted forever.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I lied. I posted this chapter earlier than I said I would. So, what are your thoughts on Drew? Pretty perfect, huh?
