Make My Day

Chapter 2

I had everything in place. I just needed to purchase a new bookshelf because the bookshelf that was currently in my room only housed a quarter of my books. I had spent 2 hours unpacking and another hour to put everything in its rightful place. I also had to move some of the furniture to fit my liking. Now that I finished moving in, I liked the ambiance that my room gave off. It's already 6:30 pm and I haven't had anything to eat yet. My last meal was before I left for the airport. Which was at 12:00 in the afternoon.

I changed into something more comfortable. I wore an oversized grey sweater and some black leggings and just plain white sneakers. I grabbed my bag and phone and then went out of my room and walked down to the first floor to find everyone in the living room. I was about to head out but then Nick called me.

"Where are you going? We're going to eat out. Come on," I nodded and carefully looked at everyone in the room. I saw two little girl with sandy hair like their father and a guy who was about the same age as me with dark brown hair like his mother and hazel brown eyes. I smiled at them and they returned the favour.

I shuffled to the door oddly holding my bag and opened the door. I waited for them and we got into the car. I put my earphones in and played my classical music playlist. I opened up my e-book reader on my phone and opened up the book I was reading in the airport – yes, I also had an e-book version of it. 15 minutes later, 4 chapters later and we got to our destination and I saw that we were eating in this restaurant called Greek Garden and I was actually interested with what they had to offer.

We headed inside and a woman who was very cheery led us to a table near the window outside where we could see the garden. It was a nice view.

We ordered our food and while waiting for our food I opened up my phone to the app but Nick called me out.

"Brianna? We have this rule that whenever we eat, no gadgets allowed. We hope you can follow it as well," Honestly, I was disappointed at the stupid rule, but I was living under there roof now, so I had to abide. I smiled and nodded. I took away my phone and stared outside the window.

"We hope you understand," I actually didn't understand why they had to forbid gadgets while waiting for the food to come. But there was nothing I can do so I just told them it was okay.

15 minutes later of staring outside the window and occasionally being asked by my uncle and aunt, the food arrived. We said grace and started to eat. I got a lemon chicken and a side of shepherd's pie. We started to eat and because the interrogation was over, we ate in silence with only the sounds of the utensils audible. Alongside the sound of the staff waiting other people and the sound of other families chatting.

After dinner, exhaustion suddenly filled my body. Because of all the hype from moving and the stress from the stupid airport security, I didn't notice how tired I was.

When we got home, I said goodnight to everyone and headed straight to my room. I went to the adjoined bathroom in my room and took a shower. While waiting for the waiter to heat up, I looked at myself in the mirror.

"I'm officially an orphan now." I sighed and tears threatened to fall from my eyes. I missed my parents so much. I remember what happened just a week ago.

They were coming home from a business trip from France. It was rainy and the road was slippery. I was staying at a friend's house. The police called while we were getting ready for bed. We got to the hospital with me still in my pyjamas. The doctor said they tried everything they could but it was too late.

I snapped out of my memory and I hadn't noticed that I was already crying. I looked at myself in the mirror and I looked at myself with anger. I didn't want to cry anymore. I didn't want to be weak. I don't want to be the girl who was at the hospital, crying her eyes out and her friend trying to comfort her, but what did she do? She flipped her off and told her that she couldn't help her.

I don't want to be weak. I don't want to be that girl anymore. I never wanted to be her. Thoughts started swarming my head. Thought that I thought were not supposed to be there anymore. I panicked. I couldn't breathe. My chest felt like it was burning and my vision started to blur. I held the walls for support.

How come I didn't see this coming?

I started to get panic attacks after my parents died. And usually, I get this feeling before the attack happens. But this time,

I took a shower and the moment the warm water hit me, I felt instant relief with the water cascading down my body, my muscles instantly seem to relax.

After taking a shower. I changed into a tank top and some shorts and jumped on my bed. It was so comfortable I could lay here forever. I looked at the frame that housed a photograph of me and my parents. We seemed so happy then, sadly that's what it is. It was back then, it's all just going to remain a memory.

I tried to sleep but memories of that night keep coming back to me. It's Saturday and I'm going to start school on Monday. I'm officially a freshman in college in Triton University of California. I lay in my bed, trying to drift off to sleep and let slumber consume me. And within a few minutes, darkness engulfed me.

I have a whole year ahead of me. Heck, scratch that. I have a whole life, a new life ahead of me.