My Other Half

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Second chances doesn't always mean a happy ending, sometimes it's a chance to end things right."

«APRIL'S POV»
CHAPTER EIGHT

Date: Friday, March 28th.

To be or not to be.
To go or not to go.

I wrote those two sentences on the complimentary notepad that the hotel staff had placed on the small wooden desk in front of my temporary bed.

Sighing, I bit the tip of my eraser and glared at the words. For some idiotic reason, I had thought that maybe if I wrote my problems on a piece of paper, it'd help me solve the problem. The only thing it's doing though, is making my situation more real.

I had spent all night tossing and turning on the bed, contemplating my dilemma so much, I actually fell off the bed at one point, leaving me with a minor headache at the time; just another problem to add to the long list that I call my life.

Yesterday, my twin sister had asked me to go to her birthday party. Her eighteenth birthday party, to be exact. On the day of my eighteenth birthday as well as hers.

Huffing in frustration, I ripped the paper from the notepad and crumpled it up until it was barely a ball the size of my palm and then threw the paper in the trash.

I got up from the uncomfortable chair and stretched my arms and legs, glancing at the clock as I stood back up from touching my toes. It's ten thirty-two in the morning and I'd been awake since about eight.

Since I had already taken a warm shower when I woke up along with brushing my teeth and throwing my hair into a messy bun, all I had to do was pick out an outfit which shouldn't be too hard considering I have five of them. I already went downstairs to the clothes washing room last night to clean the clothing I'd already used.

I had more of a comfy and cozy style rather than other people who don't mind wearing two sizes smaller if it makes them look hot. After stripping out of my pajamas, I threw on an outfit which consisted of tights and a black sweater along with my only sneakers.

When I finished, I rushed to my safe and grabbed thirty dollars for the day, slipping it in my wallet.

I grabbed my rucksack and didn't have to lock the door since it locked automatically, so I just strode to the elevator and was about to press the button when I realized I had forgotten my skateboard.

Crap.

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Half an hour later I was seated in a booth in Panera with a bagel in front of me. If I looked up from my food, I could see three different sized buildings merged together.

I picked up my food, my eyes wandered to the building mushed in the middle of the other two. People of all ages were scrambling into the store and it wasn't even twelve yet. From my seat, I saw something in the lot that made my shoulders stiffen.

Two young girls with matching blonde curls were walking two happy parents by their sides. The girls were twins. I could tell. The family looked joyous. The happy strangers were something that I don't think I'll ever be.

They were complete.

Sure, Waverlie had filled a small gap in the large hole in my heart but there is only so much one person could do. When I'd gotten back from the Sampson's every person in foster care could tell I'd changed. But when Waverlie entered my life with an irresistibly adorable personality, I just couldn't not take her in under my wing.