^ Picture of Cara
•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•"Beep.beep.beep" I shoot a menacing glace around my room trying to find whatever hell sent object broke by peaceful slumber until I realize, it's my alarm clock. And with that realization, more follow, like that's its the first day of my senior year and I actually have to get up before noon for the first time in 2 months.
I let out a loud groaning noise as I tug off my comforter and tiredly shuffle out of my bedroom. Here we go again. I think as I enter the bathroom. Is I eye my reflection in the mirror I realize I don't look too bad this morning. Sure my hair is a disaster, my skin is a little oily, and I have the faint tint of bags hanging below my eyes, but its nothing that can't be fixed with a little makeup, a shower, and a hair brush.
Once I take a quick, warm shower and tame my hair I quickly apply a little foundation and eyeliner and voila! Cara looks presentable enough for school. Aside for the fact I'm only wearing a towel. Yeah, that's probably an issue.
Reaching into my drawers I pull out a pair of dark navy jeans and a knitted creme jumper, and as I always do, string my signature heart locket around my neck. Everyone thinks it was cheesy and unnecessary, but they could never understand the significance of the necklace, even if I explained it.
Taking a brief moment to clear my thoughts I take one last look in the mirror and study my appearance. My chestnut hair flowed in loose curls past my shoulders and my pale blue eyes were complimented by the flick of black eye liner. Clearly, I was nothing compared to most of the girls at my school who spend hours on makeup and there appearance, but for me, I looked pretty good today.
And with that my phone let out a ding! From my pocket and saw that it was a text from my best friend, Addison letting me know she was outside waiting for me to come out.
And with that I came down the stairs and hollered a goodbye to my parents who were making coffee in the kitchen, and walked out the door and and into Addison's ford escape, feeling surprisingly ready to take on the day.
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When we arrive at Anderson High school after a drive filled with catching up and small talk I spot my entire friend group. Maya, her boyfriend Jared, and Damian stood at a corner of the side walk outside of the school. I rushed over to them engulfing Maya in a hug right away, then Jared, and finally jumping on Damian's back with a grin plastered on my face.
"Jeez Cara, You put on a few pounds this summer, huh." Damian said, teasing me.
"Oh, shut up." I playfully retorted and gave him a smack to the temple.
"Owww" he whined, as I smiled in victory.
Damian and I were practically brother and sister. Playful teasing and a protectiveness over me were both a big part of the relationship, as it is with most siblings, and we also both cared about each other a lot and we knew that.
"So guys have you heard about that new guy?" Maya asked, a little smile playing on her lips.
"Oh, yeah. Ben or something, right?" Jared asked.
That name triggered so many memories locked away in my mind.
"Yeah. Ben Monroe." Damian said from under me.
I froze. My breath hitched in my throat at the sound of his name, that formed memories and emotions I had forbidden myself to feel. No, certainly it isn't him right? I mean Ben is a common name and Monroe is a common surname.
I made an attempt to convince myself that I wouldn't have to face him, but I has an uneasy feeling of certainty settling in my stomach. This new guy my clueless friends talked about was the worst possible person that could show up at my school. The boy with the emerald eyes. My childhood best friend, my first and only love, my first kiss, and the boy who disappeared when I needed him most without a trace or a goodbye. Ben Monroe.
•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°••°•Hey guys! Okay I know this chapter is kinda bad but I just wanted an introduction to get into the rest of this story I'm really excited to write a out and share with you guys! What do you think so far?
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