Paper Airplanes

The Day My Story Begins

C H A P T E R 1

The day I met Dylan Clarke was the first day of kindergarten. He had just moved to town with his rich, elite family. I could tell because the man who dropped him off at the classroom clearly did not look like his father, and was dressed in a bulter's uniform. The day Dylan Clarke walked into that classroom was the day he became the most popular kid on the playground. Everyone in room B4 wanted to be his friend, including me, but what did I know. I was just a 5 year-old girl who was desperate for a friendship that would take her mind off of reality.

My second encounter with Dylan was a bit more than a quick glance at school, it was at his 10th birthday party, his parents had invited the whole class and his backyard was jam-packed with loads of cool things. He had an inflatable obstacle course, a huge inflatable slide, a photo booth, and a whole lot more. His dad had even had a treehouse built for him in the large oak tree settled right in the middle of their vast backyard. Curious about what it was like inside the large fort, I began to climb the ladder, only to be shaken off by Dylan himself. "No girls allowed." He had said, giving me a nasty glare from where he stood in the doorway above. I got so mad I kicked a leg that held the treehouse up and it toppled, earning me and the three boys inside some broken body parts. After that I was known as the girl who ruined Dylan Clarke's birthday party.

I never thought I'd ever cross paths with Dylan ever again, turned out I would be very, very, wrong.

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It was towards the end of September and the weather in Chicago was already beginning to get a bit chilly and windy. I dreaded waking up early so I was always almost late to school, but today was the day I began my first project in my media studies class, which I was extremely excited for.

I woke up that morning to the sound of clashing pots and pans, more than likely my brother, Scott making one of his delicious creations for breakfast. Groggily I got out of bed and made my way down the hallway to the bathroom. As soon as my eyes made contact with the ferocious beast in the mirror I quickly began my morning routine. After I chose a simple outfit of black leggings and a dark blue, patterned sweater, I slipped on some boots and tamed my wavy hair to perfection.

By the time I made it to the kitchen, Scott was setting a plate of one of his delicious omelets on the counter for me. His fiancé, Megan was already sat in a bar stool and silently munching away at her own omelet. As soon as the taste of egg, cheese and tomato entered my mouth I almost groaned in delight, my brother's omelets were definitely his best breakfast creation.

"So what ya think kiddo? Is it five star restaurant material?" Scott asked me as he cleaned the kitchen of equipment. I nodded my head vigorously,

"Definitely."

Scott smiled, throwing a dish rag over his shoulder, "Thanks kiddo."

My brown haired, and blue eyed brother, Scott had always had a love for the culinary art. Since he finished his undergrad years already, he was planning on opening up a restaurant while he worked on his master's degree. Everyday for the past two months he's been trying recipe after recipe, but hey, I'm not complaining, my brother's an amazing chef anything he cooks turns out great.

"What about you Megs?" Scott asked, turning to his lovely fiancé with big, bright eyes. Megan looked up from her plate and smiled,

"Babe anything you cook is amazing, including this omelet."

Scott grinned, showing his straight, white teeth, then resumed to cleaning the kitchen. Now Megan was a few months younger than my twenty-five year-old brother with long golden hair that reached her mid-back, and big brown doe eyes, she was the epitome of beauty and was a perfect match for my loving brother.