After dinner, Jake and Becky left and that’s when I remembered Emily.
Don’t bullsh*t me! You think that you can just come here and mess everything up again. They might think you’re nice and all but I know who you truly are! Stay away from me and my mates, understood?
You seriously don’t remember?
What the hell was that about? Before going to bed I decided going to Kate’s room,
“Kate, do you remember a girl back home called Emily?” I asked her, she was sitting on her bed on her iPad. I went and sat on the edge of the bed, trying to remember friends and people from my classes but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Kate started typing; I leaned over and saw she was on Facebook, looking through her contact list.
“What’s her surname?” Ummm…How the hell am I supposed to know? I texted Jake,
Random question but wats Emily’s last name?
Its Campbell n thnx for havin us ova J
Thnx n np
“Her surname’s Campbell,” I told my sister, who is she the surname was definitely ringing a bell now but I can’t place my finger on it. “I can’t find her try your Facebook and I’ll try twitter,” she suggested. This was really weird it was like I’m trying to stalk a girl I don’t even know, I was currently going through my contact list but I couldn’t find her or anyone with the same surname.
“I found her!” my sister exclaimed proudly, I grabbed the iPad. “Here it’s not Emily Campbell but it’s Emily Harris. She was mentioned in a tweet, and by the looks of it her parents died. Click on her profile, if she’s got some pictures than we could make a resemblance or it might be her.” I clicked on her profile but it said that they deactivated. SHIT! I logged out of Katelyn’s twitter account and logged onto mine. I looked for Jake Middleton; I followed him and then went through some of his latest tweets, looking for Emily.
“Found her, yepp this is her but there’s nothing about her past or anything. But do you recognise her, she seems familiar but I still can’t pin point it.” I said, I showed the picture to Kate to see whether she knew or remembered her.
“I remember her, I can’t believe you forgot Em, she was Aaron’s younger sister.” She explained, but she can’t be.
“You’re joking; it can’t be Aaron’s sister. If she is then where’s Aaron?”
“Aaron was a year older than you and about the time their parents died, he finished secondary he’s in college now and over here.” She explained, that’s right, we could’ve gone to the funeral but we moved away. We asked our parents if we could stay for the funeral or even go back for the day but Aaron and Emily shut everyone out. I typed in Aaron Campbell but none of them were of his account so I tried his old name and found a match.
“It says here that he attends Fort Lewis College but it’s a 6 hour drive away from here. Apparently I did something back then that makes Emily hate me so much, but I remember they were the ones who cut off with us, not only us but everyone once they left,”
“Do you remember you used to work at that garage back home? We stayed there for a long time and you were really interested in cars, like you could fix one of ours when it broke down and it didn’t cost as much as it normally would. Brendon was the one that got you the job in the first place and taught you everything,” she reminded me, I remember those days like they were just happening last week. Brendon was a friend who I met at the garage when my dad’s car broke down; I used to research on cars way before that so I knew the parts pretty well. When he was fixing them up I’d ask what he was doing, what was wrong and all kind of questions. He answered all of them even some with shock that I’d care a lot more about a car’s engine then on fashion and he also told me to come over the weekends if I wanted to know more. So from then on I used to go every weekend learning a lot about cars and how to fix them. Until I was 15 I knew how to fix all kind of problems and rebuild a broken one adding a few extra pieces but Harry, the garage owner, would lend or buy them for us.
