Opening my eyes, my body underwent the influence of a strong force pulling me right back to bed. There was something so comfortable and comforting about this bed. It was my bed. The bed I had cried on, laughed on, talked to Jake on, teased my best friends on and spent all my school years around. It had the smell of me, the smell of my house, the smell of old and good memories. It had the feel of familiarity and nirvana. So I simply could not lift my body. One eye blinked open half-way, and I looked at the time. 11:00. I haven't gotten such a good sleep since I can't remember when. The sun that was spreading in the room through my window's blinds were forcing my eyes to close once again and I figured I had nothing to hurry to. The events of the past week slithered and danced through my mind when I suddenly came to a scary realization. Scarier than the fact that I had forgotten to call Wes last night like I had promised.
Tomorrow's my sister's birthday. My little girl is becoming seventeen and I hadn't arranged a single thing for her big day tomorrow. So as much as the sun, and the bed and the smell of my high school roomed lured me back to fall asleep, I had to fight it and get my ass moving. Ever since Tyler was gone, waking up in that house every day had been living hell for me. It was a miracle I had survived the few next weeks after the... that. But now it was different, there was an air of optimism and finally I begun to believe that things were starting to look up for my family. And hell, it was about time. My fingers ran through the blinds and I pulled two pieces apart and stuck my eye in between. Sunshine. Blue sky, and the same old neighborhood. Happily, I threw on a T-shirt and shorts and went downstairs to greet my parents and sister good-morning. To my surprise as I jogged down the hallway and stairs, I had no response to my calls.
"GOOODMORNINGGG" I yelled questionably.
Silence.
I looked around and ran for the kitchen. There was breakfast; pancakes were stacked in a plate on the counter and the maple syrup was out. On a chair in the dining room there was an even larger stack of ironed clothes. Hopeless, I turned back and was ready to climb up in my bed and rest for a while longer until at least my sister came back and I figured out where everyone had disappeared to. Before another step, the home phone began to ring loudly right next to my ear.
"Hello?" I said with suspense.
"Oh hello Jessica dear, is your mother there?" Mrs. Lardin's voice popped up from the receiver. She had been my mother's friend ever since I can remember and our mother would always tell us stories about her high school days and all the pranks and parties she would throw with Mrs. Lardin. Every time she came over to our house they would spend countless hours drinking coffee in the living room teasing my dad and talking about the good old days, or catching up on the latest news of the neighborhood. In other words, Mrs. Lardin knew everything about our family.
"Uh.. It's Ray" my voice almost shook, and I didn't even want to begin to think what would be running through her mind right that minute.
"Oh Lauren, lovely! It's so good to hear from you! How was the East Coast? Oh dear, I'm so terribly happy you're back!" she gave the same tone of voice, with the same hint of fakeness I always detected in her words.
Frustrated about her assumption that I was back, and her pretend-care about the East Coast I snapped back and finished the conversation.
"Mom isn't here right now so as soon as she comes back I will tell her to call you. Nice talking to you Mrs. Lardin." I hang up the phone.
Boy, had I not missed all the gossip that was constantly taking place in our old town. I was sick and tired of being let down and feeling disappointed so I figured I'd give myself a couple of days off while I'm here so my mind can be at peace. After seven long months the pain begun to feel bearable once again, and I was beginning to come back to my senses. I was beginning to turn back into me. The me who had set goals for life and wouldn't give up until they had somewhat been achieved. The me that moved out to California not only to get away from everything here and start a new life, but to follow her creative life dreams. No lie, at that moment in time, sunlit day, empty house, it felt peaceful - and it felt good to be back to who I was.
Grasping my phone in my hand I laid back in bed and sent a quick text to Jake, wondering if he would be awake by then. Jake was always a long-night sleeper and on every weekend during our high school years I would always have to call his mother and force her to wake him up when he had slept past 12. I didn't receive an answer so I assumed he was still sleeping and I wasn't about to call his mother and start asking for favors. I almost caught myself laughing at how ironic that would have been. It was near 11:30 and my stomach was growling, begging for the stacked pancakes to finally kick in. In such a critical situation, there was no time for hunger.
The phone continued to ring as I waited for my sister to pick up.
"Hello? " her voice popped up from the other end.
"Where are you guys?" I asked immediately, curiosity getting the best of me.
"Oh, we went to get my present for tomorrow and since you were sleeping we didn't want to wake you up. Didn't you see my note on your desk?" she spoke in her melodic voice.
Leaping up from the bed, I scanned the papers on my desk and sure enough there was an orange post-it with big blue letters on it, and I assumed that must have been it. So much for all the suspense and the mystery of the situation. I apologized quickly and hang up the phone. Finally, this had begun to look like what it really was. I know that every time my family goes out, the outing is never complete with a fair share of shopping and then a bite for lunch. So they would be back in an hour or so. Which gave me the whole house to myself and a hell of a lot of phone calls to make if I wanted to make tomorrow as special as it should be made for my sister. But being in the situation that I was, and having re-appeared after seven months missing, I wasn't in any position to go calling old friends or my sister's classmates. I needed Jake. And I needed him now.
"Ray? My God has it been forever! Why have you been such a stranger? My God do come in, your man is sleeping... again." I had grabbed a pancake and drove to Jake's house immediately. I had less than an hour to put my plans to work and that gave me courage to ring the doorbell. Miss Kelly, Jake's mother opened the door. She always loved me. And I had to give it to her, she knew had to avoid awkward situations and always made me feel comfortable and okay no matter what the situation had been. And sure enough, she knew just how much I had hurt Jake, but I guess she realized that she wasn't the one to go stick her middle finger up in the air to me, or that it was none of her business. These are the reasons we had once grown so close she was just like my second mom.
Thankfully as I reached Jake's room he was already in the process of waking up, so he didn't need a lot of convincing. My body went through a slight tremor as I was back in his house but I didn't let it show and continued explaining to him my plans. This had to be her best birthday, and I HAD TO BE the best sister. I had to be.
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Tears made of Sun (Emblem3)
Teen Fiction19-yr old Lauren, also known as Ray, is ready to end it all. Ever since she moved out to California her pain has been getting stronger and harder to deal with. Until a knight in shining armor comes in her life, quite clumsily, who coincidently happe...
