The Girl Of Ice (Unedited Version)

Chapter 2 To London after 8 Years

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Chapter 2

My eyes flashed open with fear and I got up to sit straight on my bed. At first, it was a little difficult to take in air but then I calmed down and sighed deeply. I looked at my window to find that it was dawn already. I have had many bad dreams and I woke up with horror and fear. Sometimes, I would even scream. I put my lamp light off as my eyes fell on a photo frame placed beside it. I took it in my hands and traced my fingers over it. It was the photo of me and dad sitting in his car when I was 6. I'd give anything to bring back those days but life being a bitch, wouldn't give it. It had been 8 years since his death and I really don't remember much. I was told his death was natural but I don't know why it feels like I already know it was a murder. Well, what's done is done. I never went back to London after that and neither looked back at my childhood ice skates. I just didn't feel like welcoming those things back in my life. I was good where I was, no pain and no emotions. Those things would only jeopardize my peace in life. And no, I didn't want any more adventure and challenges. Call me a coward but I was only being smart enough in that matter.

It was summer and I was in my vacation. Soon, I'll be a senior at the boring high school of mine. I mean, I never actually cared about anything there except for studies. I am not a nerd if you thought I was. I am a straight B student though. I am nowhere in sports or other activities. In fact, I am a nobody at school. I love where I am and do not wish to welcome anymore pricks in my already F-ed up life. I have seen enough of fakeness in this life and it's a new trend today. Well, teens today don't realize it's actually too 'lame' of them to fake things and not 'cool'. And I have to control not smacking any girl who keeps crying out loud everyday in the washroom just because her boyfriend 'cheated' on her. And I am too busy with my life to give any damn to those 'Queen Bees' and 'Jocks' at my school. I don't even know what their names are. They torture every student here but no one ever had guts to come to me and speak their hearts out. And if anyone had anything to say about me, I'd rather ignore it than stand there and show them what I can really do. Karma has it all planned for everybody so who am I to judge anyone? So yeah, it's me being a loner for my own good. But if I had to judge myself, I would say I am a cold, selfish and a reserved girl. I don't even remember when the last time I smiled was.

"I am home, honey" My mother called out from the hall. She was a business woman so she had to go for long tours so as to provide us a roof.

I walked towards my mirror, took my comb, and started combing my hair. I pulled it neatly into a bun and started to brush my teeth. Soon, I walked outside towards the television room.

"Hey," I said.

She turned to look at me and gave me a smile. "Liz, you are awake. I am free now. What do you like for breakfast?" She asked.

"Anything"

"You do know that your vacation is coming to an end, right?"

"I do"

"Why don't you go join some club or go out have fun? It's too painful to see you rot at home like this, kid"

I fake smiled at her to assure her I was happy. "No big deal, mom. I am happy where I am. In fact, I have my books and my gummy bear skull-candy to company me" Was that even called fun?

She sighed deeply before walking towards the kitchen. "Just lemme know if you change your mind" She knew it would never happen.

"Why don't I help you cook?" I asked trying to show enthusiasm.