~Troy's POV~
I sat in the attic, sorting out my old stuff. When suddenly my eyes fell on an envoloup. I squinted and lifted it up from the old bag full of bottle caps, yeah, I used to collect them back in middle school and the first year of highschool.
I tried to figure what that envoloup had, but was as clueless as an african in france.
Opening it the first thing which fell out was a photograph. A cute little dark haired boy with a broken leg was standing smiling as a girl about the same age, helped the boy stand. They looked about twelve or thirteen. I looked at it and smiled. The boy in the picture was me. And the girl well, it was Nikita.
My, first- I dont know. First crush?
Well, you can say crush, because back then, I hadnt really recognised the true me.
The second photo was together with all of our families, at my 15th birthday.
And then there were a few peices of papers, I unfolded the chits to see some conversations written.
There seemed to be a quite neat handwriting, written in purple and then my handwriting. I remembered now that these were from back in 9th grade.
I sighed; the events of that year flashing by my eyes so very quickly. Regret was the only emotion I felt.
"TROY!!" My mom screamed.
I ignored her and continued what I was doing.
"TROY!" She called out again and I huffed.
"I'm in the attic!" I told her but she kept calling my name.
"COMING!" I told her, annoyed of why she was calling me, and went downstairs, putting everything back in the bag.
I climbed down the stairs, skipping a step or two.
"What is it?" I asked, and then I saw she wasn't there.
"There's a parcel for you at the door." She told me, from the kitchen.
"Could you not have taken it for me?" I rolled my eyes and went to the door to sign off that sheet and took the box.
"It was for you, dear, why would I?"
I just ignored her and went to my room examining the box.
Once entering the room I closed the door behind me and opened it. There was a lot of that white thermocol stuff on the box, you know, the one they put in so that the goods don't get damaged?
It was a hat. Why would someone send me a hat?
Oh wait, now to think of it, I remember I had ordered a SnapBack from eBay last week, but this is not what I ordered. It was a cream coloured sun hat with a purple feather attached to its ribbon.
It was kinda cute actually.
Wait what?
I just shrugged and opened my laptop. I was just watching an episode of gossip girl I missed last night since we were hosting my father's 50th birthday and I had to come back home.
The episode soon ended and I put on some music. My flight was leaving tomorrow morning, I didnt really need to pack, since most of my stuff was still in my suitcase.
I opened my mail ID to check my e-mail. A few spams or advertisments.. nothing important.
I was about to close the window when a green flashing button caught my eye.
'Rose Ellen is availible'
I opened her chat box and when I was about to type a hello, I stopped; thinking, now is the correct time to tell her.
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