If I could have you

Chapter 1-My Mom's Friend

"Honey, I will be going over to the new neighbor's house now," my mother told me as she rushed to wrestle the freshly baked apple pie into a wrapping of tinfoil.

I stared at the apple pie hungrily, I had always loved her cooking. "You said it was an old friend of yours. Who?" My mum stared at me.

"We-ell, somebody's cranky. You'll find out soon enough."

"Please?" I asked, reaching for the apple pie, but my hand got smacked away.

My hand retreated instantly. Inside my head, I was thinking " OWW! MOM!" But the words did not seem to come out of my mouth.

"This is for our neighbours, Aline. And what fun would it be to tell you?" She kissed my forehead and turned to look at the clock on the wall.

"Why don't you get some rest? You're having school soon."

"Save me some apple pie!"

"Aline!!"

"Fine, fine." I said, giggling softly as I walked up the stairs. As I neared my room, something hit me, making me lose my balance. Oh god, no. Not again.

A wave of nostalgia and longing hit me. I remember the way that boy used to beg for the food that I used to make. Even if it was for my friends, be it cupcakes, muffins, scones, he would always find a way to steal them. No matter how many times I chided him or threatened to poison my baked goods, he'd always find a way.

So why couldn't he find a way back to me? I wondered.

Suddenly, his playful face was pictured in my mind, except some facial parts were blurred out. If only my memory had not failed me. My eyes started watering and my hand clamped over my mouth. I quickly slammed my bedroom door shut, trying to forget about it. I looked in the mirror. My eyes were red and puffy already, and my cheeks were coloured red. It was a wonder how the birds didn't mistake me for an apple. What with my vivid ginger hair and all.

Snow white with red hair. He used to say. As much as I found the name annoying, I couldn't seem to let go. I hope some boy will call 'snow white with red hair' on the streets and hug me like he used to do someday. I am waiting for that day since he left me. It is kind of like that teddy bear you've had for so long. It's all dirty, tattered, torn, smelly, but you can't seem to let go of it-literally and figuratively-no matter what you do.

Yo, don't pretend it's not true.

Well, you're not the only one.

I stroked my wet hair, fingers running through the wild strands of red hair. I quickly threw on my black tank top and slipped into a pair of tight jeans. Well, ready for school now, although I don't wanna go.

New friend, huh? My mom was right, looks like we'll just have to see.

Authors' note

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