Don't Let Go

Chapter 1 - We all have that friend

Although I was told that friends are there for betrayal, I never realised how wrong it was to think like that. They are much more then that.
They make you laugh, smile, hate each other, love each other, become angry, fall sad.
All the emotions that you can think and feel is reflected by your strong bond of friendship.
Like a strong rope that can never be broken...
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"Honey? Time to get up!" My mother yells from the kitchen. I groan as I toss the covers off me and scramble out of my bed. I groan and run my hand through my tangled blond bun, trying to fix it. But I give up eventually realising there's no point messing with my hair.

I pull open my door and walk downstairs to the kitchen where my mother greets me with a plate of bacon and eggs for breakfast. She sets the plate on the table and walks over and kisses me on the forehead. I sit down and begin to eat my food.
"Morning love, sleep well?" She asks, she begins to fry up another egg for herself.

"Not really, stupid nightmares again" I grumble to myself, picking up my fork and stabbing my bacon.

Recently, my Dad has been diagnosed with cancer and hasn't been home as he's had to stay in hospital for tests. I have a strong case of anxiety which causes me to have major panic attacks whenever I think of him or the worse things that could happen to him.
I also have a trauma of nightmare attacks. It's where something I've done is replayed in my mind when I'm sleeping but it makes it worse as I have voices in my head telling me that I'm a failure and I'm always messing up.

Sometimes they get out of hand and I can't go to school. But my best friend always sticks by me no matter what.

"We should go see about getting a therapist if they're beginning to get worse Iva" my mother suggests.

My name Iva, is a nickname for Aviana. I know it doesn't make sense but I prefer people calling me Iva because it sounds unusual.
You pronounce my name how it sounds so I-va.
Aviana means Birdlike and my Dad and Mother would go shooting before I was born with my husky, Axel. So they got my name from doing that.

"That might help, anyway I'm done so I'll go get ready for school!" I say getting up from my chair and walking out the kitchen.

I brush my teeth and hair and straighten my hair so it looks better then bed head. I then do my usual make up which consists of BB cream, concealer, blush, eyebrow pencil, eyeliner and mascara.

When I'm done, I toss on my uniform which is a white polo shirt, a pleated black and red skirt with black tights and black flats. I pick up my backpack and set it on my back. I grab my phone and walk to kitchen.
I kiss my mum on the cheek and walk to school listening to my all time favourite song, Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood.

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Once I've reached school I head to meet my friend, Emma at the oak tree at the front of school.
I feel to hands slam on to my shoulders, to which I jump out of my skin. I whip around to see...
"Brody! You asshole!" I yell.
Brody clutches his stomach as he roars with laughter. I fold my arms and glare at him.
"Your...*laughs*...fucking...*laughs*... face" he snorts.
I punch him in the arm and he pauses his laughter and rubs his arm for dramatic affect.
"Ow" he whimpers sarcastically and he smirks at me.

Brody and I have been best friends since we were 6 years old. He has dark brown hair and blue eyes and he is quite the bad boy. He doesn't have a girlfriend but he flirts with all the girls where as I don't really flirt with the guys. Me and him have prank wars and we dare each other to prank someone else. I'm labelled as a 'badgirl' from time to time but I'm also labelled as 'The Brody Follower' because almost every girl envies my interactions with Brody.
Honestly it's terrifying knowing that girls night murder me because of my friendship with Brody.

But Brody is very protective over the people he cares about and has had problems in the past when he's needed to save people from harms way.
He's cared for me multiple times when I was bullied in our younger years. Brody knows about my problems and I know most of Brody's, but he isn't really the type for sharing information more so like "It's not important, don't get involved in things that could get you hurt" is his most common saying when I ask if something is wrong.