Caught In The Moment

six - the present holds bad and good

Okay, I am so glad to be writing this story. I know I haven't got very far into it but I'm already starting to fall in love with Megan's personality. Don't you? 

Okay my lovely readers, start reading.

steph xxx

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That guy can really get on my nerves, especially when I'm stuck with him for over 3 hours. That was one of the worst rainy days I've ever had. Usually when it's raining I grab a book and cuddle up with cushions and blankets on my window seat. I can hear the rain hitting the glass pain and I look up every now and again to see the clouds gracefully floating across the sky. I read my book for ages until I remember that I haven't had anything to eat after breakfast. I scurry into the kitchen without anyone else realising and grab some chocolate chip cookies for the biscuit barrel and hide in my room for more countless hours, getting lost in a book.

But this time. This time was much different.

I was stuck in a guy's room who I didn't even know. The only things I did know about him was that he seemed vaguely familiar, he didn't bring an umbrella when the sky was grey, he likes to show off his abs, he isn't afraid of stripping in front of girls and he likes pop tarts and coke.

But I have to say, they was something that surprised me even more than any of the above - his room didn't stink like teenage boy's room normally smell. It had a slight cologne to it but nothing to overwhelming that I had to cover my nose and run for fresh air.

Whenever I brought up a topic he seemed to direct the attention to himself. I am assuming he is a show off and isn't afraid to admit it. Lets just say we had an interesting chat. But another thing I learnt was his name. I'm guessing you guys have thought of names that might suit him but I would have never have thought of this - Ethan. His name is Ethan.

Now that the past is over with, I think I'm going to leave it that way. I'm going to stay in the present and hopefully never cross paths with that thing again.

I get in the door and sling my wet clothes over my shoulder. I am still wearing that blue jumpsuit that he gave me to wear because I stormed out of his house without thinking of giving it back before. I'm just going to hope that when I return it he isn't home.

I walk past the kitchen and into the laundry, hauling my clothes into the washing machine and pressing a load of buttons before it starts to spin and make robotic sounds. It gurgles and other sounds escape before it starts to die down. Why can't we get a new washing machine? I kick the bottom of it and it comes back to life in an instant. Well, that was easy.

My mum and dad help each other out in the kitchen to prepare dinner. What's with him today? He's normally in his office ringing his friends from work and I only see him at the dinner table before he excuses himself and locks the door of his office, telling us he is doing 'business'. It's probably because he wants to go on a week 'business' trip.

He sees me and I can see the fake smile he shows and roll my eyes. How could he have changed so much in the last few years? He is almost a totally different person. He whispers something in my mum's ear, well a whisper that I was obviously meant to hear, "Look what your daughters wearing." He says it as if I'm not even his child and he's insulting me. Mum glancing up from the chopping and fights back giggles. He wraps his arms around her waist and they begin kissing. Ewww. She is drunk. She has to be drunk. She would never allow him into the kitchen or kiss in front of me or say that about me.

I turn in disgust and head for my room. I shut the door behind me and instantly every ounce of my annoyance disappears. I let myself fall onto my bed and wonder about venturing into the most amazing places, meeting the most amazing people. I wish my life was like a book. The adventures I would go through, the friends I would make, the love I would feel and especially the happy endings. If only I could have a happy ending. And a wonderful, exciting journey on the way to it.

I wish I could be like the character Tris in Divergent. I have always admired her sense of bravery and courage. I wish someday I could be exactly like her. I wish I could find someone like Four to be my mentor and super hot boyfriend. If only, if only my life was that great.

I gesture with my hands how amazing it would be to live the life of a book character. Even just one day living that life would be so much greater than living an entire lifetime in the one I'm in now. My arms fall to my sides and then I go to dig into my pockets. My fingers have no pockets to find themselves into and I frantically jump up. I perch on the bed, remembering that my other clothes got drenched and I'm in Ethan's sister's clothes.

I fiddle with the tassels that come off of the jumpsuit. They are the waistband that tightens the jumpsuit so it doesn't look like a garbage bag, which I thought it would. They are a soft material, almost silk like with small orange and black beads decorating the ends and sealed with a knot.

My mind races through what kind of clothes I have that look even half this good. Hmmmm, maybe one dress that I got for a wedding. It was a deep shimmery blue. Which was the nice part about it. But then it had this ugly red which looked like brown design all over it. I liked the way it had a collar and no sleeves. It came to my knees and almost made me look fat. Although mum gave me a pair of shoes that looked like they came out of an op-shop. Which they probably did.

My hair was pulled into a bun and I had a front fringe jutting out. By the end of the ceremony and reception it was sticking up in all directions. I'm glad I don't still have that front fringe. It annoyed me most of the time by poking me in the eyes, blurring my vision, and just the feeling of hair constantly brushing against my forehead. I grew it put by the time I finished year 8. It has now become my normal hair length, only a parting on the side of head. Although you can't really tell where it is because of the frizz my hair has.

My hands skim along the jumpsuit and then something hits me. The invitation!

I frantically race through the house, dodging my little brother and doorways. I come round another corner into the living room and hit over my other little brother. He stands up and runs past me as if nothing happened. I mouth, "Sorry." and keep running towards the laundry. I skid past mum and dad who are still in the kitchen. I don't even want to explain what could be happening.

I halt to a stop in front of the washing machine and press buttons. The door pops open and I search through for my jeans. I find them; a big soaking mess with bubbles everywhere. I turn it over in my hands till I can find the top end. When I do, I search through each pocket and grab a completely soggy piece of paper.

The words are almost unreadable. Although some can still be seen because of how the pocket was protected from water flowing in constantly. All the ink has been smudged across the page and mixed with each other. It looks as if a young child has practised with water paints.

I throw the jeans on the floor in frustration and scrunch the paper in my hands. How can I be so stupid? First I don't take it out of my wet clothes and into the jumpsuit, and secondly I put it in the washing machine without emptying any pockets. That is what I normally do. That is how I was taught to do the washing by my mum. And the one time I have accidentally done the wrong thing it can ruin the rest of my entire life.

I can hardly remember what any of it said. Something about dressing up and a party and sometime soon. I can see the word; Time - 9pm and Don't forget to bring someone along. But I can't remember any specific details. This is bad. Very bad.

Another thing I forgot is that I was in the rain today. I remember looking out my window yesterday and saying that I couldn't decide whether I didn't want to go out because my fear of water or my fear of being noticed. I guess with someone so stupid to pre-occupy me with I don't even notice the water. That is really good. I've never been able to let myself get soaked in the rain, but then again I didn't have a choice.

Life is easier than I thought having someone who gets on my nerves. It helps me focus on nothing but how stupid someone can get. Wait, think about this. Why am I thanking this guy? He is one who completely embarrassed me to everyone in the neighbourhood. I stop myself from thinking about him and end up laying my head down on the pillow and waking up to the call of dinner. Without even realising I had fallen asleep.

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Hopefully this chapter is alright. It was just a fill in. And I'm so sorry for the wait. 

Oh yeah - the dress that Chloé is wearing in the pic on the side is the dress I was trying to explain she was wearing at the wedding when she was younger.