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Prologue:
My friend Hope says that love is a feeling that never changes no matter how much heartache the person created for you. That love is something that only your heart can tell you and it can never be replaced. But what I don’t understand is how love is like a mystery that seems to always go unsolved. How it controls our hearts and makes us do things that we know are wrong.
Life is full of mysteries, some of which will never be solved and some that will only be solved once you learn who you really are on the inside. Maybe that’s my problem. I have no idea who I am. I know that I am Taylor Montgomery, but I don’t know who I am or who God had made me to be.
I used to know exactly who I was. I knew exactly what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. I had everything figured out until the day she came. The day that Stacy Schlampe became present in my life. Before this day my life was going well. My best friend, Spencer Simpson, and I were perfectly happy ‘till she came and messed it all up.
Chapter One:
Spencer Simpson, the nicest, funniest, friendliest guy in the whole world. The two of us were like forks and spoons, salt and pepper, apples and..... well you get the idea. Spencer and i had been friends our whole lives. I can't remember a time when we weren't inseparable. You see our moms went to high school together so we've practically known each other since birth. We were always together at church and then when we went to kindergarten I saved him from almost eating the paste.
Our Favorite place in the whole world was this big field about a 5 minute walk from my house. It is completely empty except for this giant maple tree right in the middle. We would lie under it and I could feel the hot sun on my face, almost as if its raise were hands coming out and touching me. Spencer and I would lie under the tree for hours. He was the only person in the whole world who I could trust with all my deepest darkest secrets.
June 15, 1998 (8:00 AM)
IT’S MY BIRTHDAY! We are having a big party tonight and all my friends are coming over. I was in my room getting dressed into my favorite bright yellow sundress when I hear my mom say, “Charlie can you pick up some ice on your way home? We’re almost out and we need some for Taylor’s part tonight.” My dad was getting ready to go to the bakery he bought a few years ago. He’s going to make me the most amazing birthday cake. I can hardly wait for tonight.
(6:30 PM)
Half an hour. Only half an hour until all my friends come over. We’re hanging up the decorations and my sister is writing everybody’s named on the balloons.
Melanie: “Taylor is Spencer coming to the party?”
Me: “Yeah. We were at our tree today after school and he said that he was excited.”
Melanie: “That’s good. I will remember to make a balloon for him. Who else is coming?”
Me: “Hope, Chelsea, Mary, Mike, Devan, Amy, Lilly and Justin.
Melanie: “Wow! This is going to be a big party. It should be fun.”
Me: “They’re here! They’re here! Hurry up Melanie.”
Spencer was the first one there. He had an enormous present in his hand. He had been trying to make me guess what it was for weeks. I opened the door and could hardly contain how excited I was, but then I saw the expression on his face I knew something was wrong. “What’s wrong Spencer? Are you okay? What’s going on?” I said feeling very concerned. When I replied saying “We need to talk” I got a lump in my thought. I new this was serious.
Chapter 2:
“It’s my parents”, he said to me. I could tell that he was holding back tears. “They’re getting a divorce. I never thought this would happen. They’ve always been so happy and in love.”
I never expected this to happen either. Mr. and Mrs. Simpson were THAT couple. The one that everybody looks up to. The one that everybody wants to be one day. If it couldn’t work for them then is their any hope of any of us? “Oh Spencer.” I whispered, not knowing what else to say. “It will be alright. I promise you, it will be okay. I am here for you no matter what happens. Through thick and thin. You’re always my best friend.”
He managed to bring his warm crooked smile to the surface. “Thanks Taylor. I’m starting to feel like this may not kill me. It’s going to be hard but together we can do anything and together we can get through this.”
I pulled him in and gave this a enormous hug. Just then my other 7 year old friends began to arrive. “I guess we should go inside.” I said with a hint of a giggle in my voice. Spencer laughed and we walked inside.
December 20th, 2001
Five days before Christmas and as usual my family is every where. Buying presents and food and decorations. We were getting ready for the annual Christmas dinner at the church. Mrs. Simpson and my mom plan it every year and ever year they seem to have to make it better then the year before. Everybody in both our families ends up helping along with about 35 other volunteers. I can hear my mother now, “The more people helping the bigger and better the event is.” Well the only good this about it was that I got to spend the time with Spencer. We always got paired together to decorate the Christmas tree.
“Do you want to put the star on the tree or do you want me to do it?” Spencer teased with his cleverly sarcastic voice. He knows that I always put the star on the tree. Putting the star on the tree is like putting a cherry on an ice cream sundae or tying the ribbon around a bouquet. It’s like saying that you approve of what’s been done.
I gave him a smirk with a hint of an eye roll. “Ha ha ha. Very funny. That star is all mine and you know it.” He passed me the star and I grinned form ear to ear. “Thank you.”
“Your welcome”, he snickered. “I will never really understand why you like putting the star on the top of the tree but you know what? I don’t care. If you want to put the star on the tree then that is fine with me.”
After I got the star on the tree I looked at the clock. “Spencer! This thing starts in an hour and twenty minutes.” I frantically began to pick up boxes of decorations. “We’ve got to get cleaned up. Maybe we should see if your mom needs some help with decorating the stage or setting the tables.”
Looking at me with a confused face spencer says,” You want me to set tables? Do you remember least Canada Day? Do you think it’s safe for me to set tables?”
You see we have a block party every Canada Day and when it’s over my family, Spencer’s family and three or four other families all have a nice dinner. Well, you see, Spencer got put on table duty and so he had to put the nice china on all the tables along with lighting the little maple leaf candles in the middle of the tables. When he was setting the very last table he foolishly lite the candles before putting the plaits on the table and he nocked over the candle. There ended up being a huge fire and Mr. Simpson had to call the fire department. “Your right”, I said with a shiver working its way through my back. “Maybe we should just go get changed into our good cloths.”
“You’re right. Lets go get our bags from the coat racks.” As we were walking out into the foyer there was a tall skinny man walking in the front doors. He looked hungry and tired and dirty. As if he hadn’t showered, washed his clothes or even changed his cloths in years. We looked at each other and then looked back at the man.
YOU ARE READING
Shatter Like Glass
Teen FictionTaylor Montgomery has the perfect life but she soon finds out that its alittle too perfect. She thought that she would always have her life time best friend Spencer Simpson by her side but it all changes when Stacey Schlampe comes into their lives...