Shattered Fragments

Chapter 8

I tried on outfit after outfit but they all looked stupid on me. In the end I settled with turquoise shorts, a gold t-shirt, and blue converses. I was starting to regret saying yes to this. Pacing the room like crazy, I considered texting him saying that I couldn't go, "Know how you feel, sugar," Theo sat on the bed, braiding her ginger hair, "But I wouldn't do it, if I were you. Oh, wait- I am you! Well, you know what I mean."
"You're fear, your making me feel like this."
"Fear is just another reason to try harder, Willow. I am here so you can try harder," Theo stated.
"But I've never been on a date! What if I do something wrong? Or forget something?"
"Relax, sugar! It's a date, not mission impossible! If anything goes wrong, laugh it off! If you've forgotten something, too late now!"
"Thanks, Theo."
"Your welcome."

Grabbing my bag, I cycled down to the lake where I'd be meeting Mark. He was waiting for me in a spot hidden by ancient trees that rose higher than any buildings around. A red checkered picnic blanket lay on the ground, a takeaway pizza box in the center. There was lemonade and Coke (which I had never been allowed because my mum read somewhere that if insane people get hyper they become a danger to society), also chocolate cake -my absolute favorite. We dug in, and it was the best meal I'd  ever had.

"How many siblings do you have?" I asked.
"Two; Daniel," he spat the name as though it were dirt in his mouth, "and my baby sister Marion. You?"
"Just Kaleb, but I consider Quinn to be my sister."
"Umm... When's your birthday?"
"28th of March. You?"
"First of January."
"New year baby, nice. Favorite color?"
"Orange, but like auburn orange. Like your hair," I blushed; I'd always hated the color of my hair.
"Mine's green, sea green," We talked for what seemed like hours, until it was time to go. We departed mournfully, as we were having so much fun. But, I had promised my parents I would be back by five; I had ten minutes.

We cycled back together, stopping only when the picnic basket fell of the back of his bike. When we stopped at his house, there was two police are outside and lots of shouting going on inside. Mark dismounted and ran in, but I looked through the window to see three police officers in serious conversation with a shouting Daniel Smith. Mark came in to view and I watched Dan punch him straight in the jaw. There was a sickening crack. It wasn't my place to stay.

Once I got home, I headed up to my room where there lay a elegant red envelope on my pillow. My name on the front. I hesitated for a second when I saw it, and tried to ignore it. But I couldn't.

I opened the envelope, and my heart broke...